no kidding i used to mock people for playing this game

Alright, so, I’ll start this off by saying I am honestly not an expert on Kakyoin, contrary to popular belief (I’d actually consider myself more of an expert on Jotaro’s character, if anything), but I’m going to do my best to give my views on Kakyoin’s character, as well as some canon evidence to support it, and hopefully it will help a bit.

If you want a great reference of how to write Kakyoin in fic, go read Sand, sand and more sand on AO3, because it’s honestly one of the best depictions of Kak I’ve ever read, and he’s quite close to canon.

*ahem*

Kakyoin is pretty snarky. He’s subtle about it, but he’s also kind of a shithead. He’s polite most of the time, but it seems to be more of a setting he defaults to when he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable around the people he’s with. We have quite a few quips from him as examples of this, such as him laughing at andd mocking Anne during the dark blue moon arc, and saying she couldn’t possibly be the stand user on board, and in the Geb and N'Doul fight where he orders Polnareff to attack the canteen because he “doesn’t want to”. He also at one point responds to Polnareff saying “this looks bad!” with, “well it most certainly isn’t good.”

He’s blunt, but this also means that he’s honest. He dislikes liars, and prefers that everything is set out before him clearly and plainly as opposed to someone that is clearly dancing around the subject.

He also seems like quite the know-it-all, and likes being right; and he’s probably the type to argue with someone even if he knows he’s wrong. He seems to genuinely enjoy teaching the crusaders about the culture of all the places they visit on their journey, and he has the ability to retain all of that information to recant to them, as well. It seems to be somewhat of an interest of his.

And then there’s this, of course…

The cherry thing is something that kind of bothers me in fandom and fic. Yes; Kakyoin says that cherries are his favourite fruit. Child Kakyoin has cherries on his shirt (keep in mind that the scene with child kakyoin is added in my DavidPro and is not technically canon). BUT, it doesn’t mean that he has to have everything cherry-related. It’s a seriously overused trait in fandom to the point that it just becomes annoying. Kak can have a coffee without it having to be cherry flavoured. Just remember that he canonically enjoys lots of different foods, and that he doesn’t need to exclusively eat cherries and cherry flavoured things. He probably likes to eat foods from all different cultures.

Video games: There is evidence to suggest that Kakyoin spends a LOT of time playing F-Mega, however, this doesn’t mean that his extreme knowledge of the tracks and mechanics applies to every video game in existence. He’s a teenager, with no friends in the 80’s, of course he’s going to spend time playing video games. But back in the 80s, people often only had one or two games, so it’s likely that he has simply replayed F-Mega a LOT, to the point of knowing it by heart. I know the levels of Mario 3 extremely well, simply because I played them over and over again as a kid. If you are fixated on a single game for extended periods of time (especially if it’s the only game you own), you are of course going to know the game well. Knowing a lot about a single game does not mean that he’s obsessed with video games, and does not necessarily mean that he’s a shut-in, and never goes outside.

Also keep in mind that he says that he’s “pretty good at video games”. He doesn’t claim to be great at them, and since we’ve already established that Kakyoin is quite blunt, it would be out of character to assume that he’s being humble here. He literally means that he’s just “pretty good” at them. No more, no less.

His real-world experience is vast, and it’s also mentioned that his parents take him many places on vacation. He’s been to a lot of places, and retains cultural knowledge. It’s not as if he’s read it in books: he’s actually been to these places before, and he mentions it frequently. This suggests that he gets out quite a bit, and also kind of suggests that maybe he isn’t quite the model student type in school.

Kakyoin doesn’t appear to be the honours student & straight A’s type. He doesn’t think twice about skipping out on his new school to travel to Egypt, and as I said before, his knowledge appears to come more from first-hand experience rather than school studies (and I bet he missed more than a few of his classes due to the trips that he and his parents took). He’s a know-it-all, but it doesn’t mean that he does well in school.

On the other hand, Jotaro IS a model student, despite his delinquent status. It’s more likely that Jotaro would be the one helping Kakyoin with his homework.
(He might disrespect his teachers, but he still gets good grades, and let’s not forget that he becomes a marine biologist later in life.)

Kakyoin’s profile also mentions that he “appears very effeminite”. This is another thing that is often misinterpreted. His appearence may be somewhat feminine, and he takes pride in how he looks, but his personality and mannerisms are not inherently feminine.

He hates being forced into submission, and this is the reason why he despises Dio so much. Dio took advantage of his vulnerability and the fact that Kak didn’t have any friends to use him as his pawn. He drew Kak in, made him feel wanted, needed, and then took control of his mind and body.

“He appears to be very effeminate. In reality, he despises submitting to people or sucking up to them.” - Taken directly from his canon personality description.

Another thing that people seem to miss is the fact that he’s extremely sadistic. He says himself that Heirophant “loves nothing more than to rip things to shreds” and that it might “drive him mad with joy”. He likes being in control of the situation, remember. He probably hates losing fights, as well (especially since he could be considered a weakling for losing).

Kakyoin also seems to like Baseball, judging by his profile naming a favourite team, and sumo, as we all know from his exchange with Jotaro.

One of the things that fandom does definitely get right, is Kakyoin being the mother hen of the group. He’s taken on the role of the responsible one, because Joseph is… far from being an adult. He’s strategic and thinks everything out logically, and so is the mature one of the group, especially after Avdol’s “death”. He appears to be content to follow Joseph, but when it’s needed, he steps up and becomes the leader in his place. This is seen when Jotaro, Joseph and Polnareff start physically fighting random men that they suspect are the one in the Wheel of Fortune car, to which he says that, “this is not a good idea,” and that it’s, “getting out of hand”. It’s also seen in the tower of grey fight where he mentions that it’s better that he fights on the plane, because he’s the least destructive of the bunch (even though he’s capable of blasting holes into clock towers, apparently his emerald splash isn’t destructive; okay Kak…).

He’s also fiercely protective of his friends, and extremely loyal as well. Kakyoin isn’t the type to abandon his friends in any circumstance.

He’s a CASANOVA. While Jotaro draws more unwanted attention from girls due to his bad boy façade, Kakyoin is slick and smooth with them, so much so that they notice him more over Jotaro. He’s quick to diffuse the situation when Jotaro pushes the girls aside (again, in the tower of grey arc), and it’s just… yes.

Just look at this. You can bet your ass he’s not the type to blush and stutter as he’s confessing. Straight up grabbing the girl and apologizing for Jotaro. Smooth as butter.


Here are some other scenes that might be able to explain his character a bit better as well:

Mouthing off to Joseph- Jotaro approves.

This line is wonderful. (Again, to Joseph? It’s almost like they have this kind of rivalry going on, haha)

Some really good insight to his character and motivations (And one of my favourite Jotakak moments).

The anime kind of makes this out to be a sort of “Kakyoin mocking Polnareff” scene, but in the manga he seems like he’s just stating what he heard. Pretty matter-of-fact about the whole situation.

Unimpressed.

I believe that this is the first moment that Kakyoin really realizes that he and any of his companions can die at any moment. Avdol has been shot, and he’s in complete shock. This is a normal teenager that’s now painfully aware of the danger he’s putting himself in to help out Jotaro and Joseph. Sure, he realized that he would be involved in fights, and a little blood would be shed for the greater good, but I don’t think he had realized up to this point that he might actually die.

And here’s Kakyoin’s character bio.

It’s also notable that he didn’t tell his parents where he was going prior to leaving. This doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s in bad standing with his parents (especially since his dying thoughts were of them), and could possibly be because he didn’t want to worry them, or something of the sort, but the fact remains that he didn’t tell them beforehand. Take from this what you will.

So yeah, this is what I get from Kakyoin. He’s kind, loyal to a fault, and deeply in love with Jotaro– and he’s a pretty complex character to write. Don’t feel like you need to take all of this into account, because it’s hard to keep his entire character intact with fanfiction. A lot of his personality comes across in facial expressions, so it’s sometimes difficult to translate that into non-visual media. Just refer back to canon if you aren’t sure of something, and you should be fine. Good luck!

Jeff Atkins - One Shot

A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.

Let me know how you like it!

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Hannah

Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -

 

You

“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.

 “Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.

 It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”

 “That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”

His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.

“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”

You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.

“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”

“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.

 “Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.

“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”

She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.

 “That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.

“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”

 

Hannah

You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice  and it helped a lot that day.

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Hannah

At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.

 
You

“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”

Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”

“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”

“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.

“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.

“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.

You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

 “You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.

You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”

“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”

His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”

You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”

“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”

You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”

He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.

“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”

You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.

“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.

“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”

She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”

The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.

“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”

It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”

“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”

She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.

“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.

The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.

“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”

You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.

“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”

 

Hannah

You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.

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Hannah

It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.

 

You

“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.

“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”

Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.

“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”

“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”

“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”

“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.

 “Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.

 —

“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”

“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.

“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.

“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”

“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment. 

“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”

He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.

“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.

 

Hannah

While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.

 

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Hannah

I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.

 

You

“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”

 You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.

She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”

She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.

“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”

“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”

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As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”

 “I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.

“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.

Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”

The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”

“On it!”

Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.

“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.

“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.

“You’re damn right!”

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“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.

Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.

“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.

She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”

“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”

“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”

“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.

“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”

“You promise?” You purred against his lips.

“Oh I definitely promise.”

Hannah

I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.

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Hannah

So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.

The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.

I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.

You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.

You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.

I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.

The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.

You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.

Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.

Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.

You

Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.

Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.

You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.

She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.

You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.

Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.

How was that fair?

Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.


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A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(

 ** NONE of the gifs/images are mine.

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It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.

Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.

He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.

The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.

Like the boxes in the candy aisle, it’s empty.

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Small echoes from the few passing cars rang in my ears, as the sun started to burn properly into my skin. My heavy feet dragged themselves across the street, aching every step of the way. They always hurt like this, whenever I’d joined the boys for their early morning workout.

Though, I didn’t quite want to admit it, I simply couldn’t keep up with them. Especially Geoff was a beast and contingently mocked me, every time I had to stop and catch my breath.

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Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11821416


CAMP SWEETWATER-

“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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anonymous asked:

hi mom i love your work so much!! and also can i request enemies to lovers with our precious red haired mark tuan?

to celebrate their come back!! and mark’s cute hair!! 

  • mark tuan,,,,,becomes a problem in your life because of one reason and one reason only
  • he thinks he’s jackson’s bestfriend
  • which is NOT the case,,,,,not since you spent your childhood with jackson. making fun of each other’s nicknames, scouring the streets for vendors who will give you free food, playing old arcade games, cheering jackson on in his first fencing competitions
  • you had been there through it all - just the way a best friend would 
  • and just because jackson was now an idol, with more than enough friends in korea, didn’t mean you still weren’t number one
  • even when they weren’t allowed to use phones, jackson hand wrote you letters - you were best friends till the end and he was going to debut to make his family proud but also to make you proud
  • so, finally after all four years of got7 doing well, you were visiting and seeing jackson for the first time in korea
  • and it was all going swell till you met mark,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and it was fine with got7, jaebum seemed more like an older brother - mature and serious, yugyeom and bambam like younger brothers - always looking to jackson for advice and laughs, youngjae was close but not too close, jinyoung seemed to be important to jackson and that was ok because it wasn’t like mark,,,,,,,,,,,
  • whose inside jokes resembled you and jacksons, who had no barrier when it came to closeness and who knew secrets about jackson that you thought only you knew,,,,,,,
  • you weren’t sure what irked you so much,,,,,,people could have more than one best friend,,,,,,you were happy jackson had a loving group of friends,,,,,,but mark freaking tuan
  • who jokingly sat beside you at the table when you all went out to eat and when you introduced yourself as jackson’s best friend went “so am i, and the rest of the world!”
  • you knew he was just being silly, jackson even assured you of this
  • but you weren’t going to lie - the idea of losing jackson stung a lot
  • it was your paranoia eating at you, the fear of being left by the person you considered closest - so you were taking it out on mark
  • cold shoulder, blank stares, all that jazz - but mark didn’t seem to take a hint
  • he smiled at you when you walked into a room, shrugged at your cold shoulders and told jackson he thought you were being ‘cute’
  • he was mocking you - you were sure - it made you dislike him more
  • until jackson finally broke and told you, as you two took a walk by the dorms
  • “you know he isn’t making fun of you.”
  • “who?”
  • you knew who, you just didn’t want to say it
  • “mark. he actually really likes you, and im not even talking in a friend way”
  • your head almost snapped off your neck when you turned to jackson
  • “excuse me?”
  • jackson sighs, stopping to lean against a wall you narrow your eyes and wait for him to explain
  • “i hate being in the middle of these thing-”
  • “jackson ive known you for like eighteen years, i know you love being in the middle of things.”
  • a hint of a smile creeps up on his face
  • “you’re right, i do. but basically mark has liked you since i told him about you. like the guys not very straightforward or talkative, but he isn’t subtle. he literally asked me if you were single the day your flight landed.”
  • you stare at jackson, eyes wide and mouth open in shock
  • jackson laughs and goes “im not even joking, since day one he’s been trying to flirt. why do you hate him so much? i mean ,,,,,”
  • you feel a shiver down your spine,,,,you didn’t want to tell jackson about these dumb feelings you’ve been having
  • “i just,,,,,,,he ,,,,,,,,, he’s your best friend in got7,,,,,,,,and i just,,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,im your best friend too,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • jackson stops you with a shake of his head
  • “you’re BOTH my best friends. no need to be jealous, im not going to love either on of you more - you should know im not that kind of person. what did you say, eighteen years?”
  • you scrunch up your nose, but hearing jackson say it makes you realize maybe your thinking was slightly,,,,,,much
  • but also - what the hell how were you supposed to know mark was interested in you,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “i just think you should give him a chance. he’s not bad. and believe me ive roomed with him enough to know that he’s got a pretty ni-”
  • you turn around with your hands on your ears,,,,,,jackson really has a way of saying tOO much sometimes 
  • but even through it, you hear him laughing as you walk away 
  • catching up with you, jackson wraps an arm around your shoulders - and it feels like a minute like you’re kids again
  • the next morning you find mark sitting on the couch, he’s got a controller in his hand and he’s lazily playing some kind of game
  • you take a moment to look at him - he,,,,,,,,,,is cute
  • with bright red hair, a cute smile, and this perpetual daydreamy look in his eyes
  • you wonder - he’s probably a good kisser right? ,,,,,,,,
  • walking over you take a seat beside him and mark pauses the game, one eyebrow lifted
  • “,,,,,,,,are you going to play that game all afternoon?” you ask, pretending to look vaguely interested at the screen
  • he sits ups, “if you have something better in mind, i wont be.”
  • you look at him and see a small smirk, jackson was right he’s not ‘straightforward’ but not subtle at all
  • you like it,,,,,,,,,it’s fun
  • “well,,,,,,,,,let’s see if what i have in mind is something you like?” you get up and mark follows suit, you take a hold of his hand and giggle as you lead him down the hall back to his room
  • you pass by jackson whose coming from the shower, eyeballing you two like oh?
  • but mark closes the door before jackson can say anything and winks.
  • turning to make his way to the kitchen, jinyoung asks jackson why he looks like he’s seen a ghost
  • “jinyoung, don’t get me wrong. i love my best friends, but i think they’re hooking up right now.”
  • jinyoung drops his piece of toast to the floor like what is going on in my house right now 
Sugar Sweet | 3 | (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: there’s no actual smut in this chapter, just lots of talk about it along with seriously suggestive things, but it’ll be in the next one! thank you so much for the support and love for SS so far!!  ♡ ♡ ♡

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Two Nights Stand Part 4

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1617

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapther has talking about cheating.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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“Do you want to play 20 questions?” He laughs while stealing your m&m’s. “How old are we? Sixteen?” He says playful, taking a sip of his beer “Come on, Bucky. We are stuck in here and we have nothing else to do. Is there any better way to get to know each other?”

“Fine, but I go first, princess. What do you do for a living?” You look at him, you didn’t know that he would ask serious questions. You were imagining he would ask fun ones, definitely related to sex ones.

 “I work for a law firm, it’s a really boring job but it pays the bills.” You answer smiling at him before you can make your own question he asks you again.  “And what would you like to do for living? You look like someone who would like to be a writer or a doctor.”

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20 QUESTIONS - JBB

{synopsis} a game of 20 questions leads to something much more scandalous 

{warnings} cursing, praise kink, hair pulling, name calling (positive only), some biting/marking, highkey dom!reader, highkey sub!bucky, cursing, slow love making, thigh riding, dirty talk, filthy porn basically, some angst if you squint, unprotected sex

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 3663

   Bucky Barnes was something. From his thick thighs to his crystal blue eyes, that boy gave you countless reasons to stick your hands down your panties at night. You and him had been friends for a while, and you didn’t want to ruin anything because of your little crush. But at the same time, you did. It seemed worth it; completely abolishing the friendship you had kindled just for one night with the soldier in your bed. You wanted to ravish him; completely ruin him as his baby blues and flushed cheeks and plump lips looked up at you, begging for more. So, you decided to act on your desires.

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And when I’m gone... - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : The Batfamily’s reaction to your death…

I just wanted to write a sad piece today, because of reasons, so…yeah. Hope you’ll still like it, and that it’s not too shitty :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.

As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”. 

This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.

Cancer’s a bitch. 

In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you. 

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anonymous asked:

I have no objections with people liking Nesta but I don't understand why people would ever want Cassian to get with a woman like Nesta. He deserves someone better than anyone that is set on demeaning him. He is lighthearted and a good person. He deserves better.

Sigh…you got me in quite a mood dear anon so deep breath and rant ahead.

You have been warned.

So…I never understood the concept of love being a reward for someone’s ‘good’ form, character or behavior. And I am not even going to get into the whole glamorization of love as an emotion and the concept that is something solely good and pure and only ‘good’ people and certain ‘characters’ and ‘snowflakes’ experience it or should experience it.

I will stand on something different though.

People are not objects and trophies and prizes that one should get for being good and for deserving ‘better’ (and BTW, I will get to that too in a while).

Relationships are not about deserving and about perfection and about what works on paper. Relationships can come in many forms and bonds and it is about people that find something in someone else and then they work through their shit (and in this case both Nesta and Cassian have a lot shit to work through) because they care enough to make their relationship work. Because you get to fall in love for many reasons and you get to love the flaws and the imperfections. You get to like a person because you are attracted to them for whatever reason logical or illogical. Because they intrigue you. Because of lust or intense emotion. Because they take you by surprise. Because romance usually is about personal conflict and growth and collision. Because in fiction this brings drama and it is interesting for many people especially when it includes complicated characters with many layers and depth that help each other’s characterization progress and development in many ways.

But hey. I get not liking a character or a ship. It is your prerogative. You might not like the chemistry of two characters. You might not get it. You might be allergic to it. You might not care for it. You might not understand it. You might hate it. You might not be able to tolerate the story or a character or a concept. It is your right. I am not here to dictate to you what to like and what not to like. Something is not your cup or tea and your personal taste is different from that of another person. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

But here you are in my ask box. I get not liking a ship but why would you come to the blog of someone that likes it with such comments? What do you gain? Stick to your lane and ship and let others ship.

Also…seriously…I am in awe.

You are here to tell me that the half a millennia winged Illyrian Fae warrior who is basically a LORD OF FREAKING WAR that is leaving mountains of corpses in the battlefields and has been shedding blood for centuries is not deserving of a 20-22 year old woman with limited experience that she is just start beginning to understand what life is after leading a very restricted and limited one. This is what you are telling me right? That the man that brings horror and is capable and able to bring nations to their knees and is known by the freaking Bone Carver as the Lord of Bloodshed is not deserving of a …young girl while he is the winning prize in the lottery for Nesta. Am I getting this right?

The superficial way people view certain characters astonishes me.

Cassian is not a ray of sunshine and not an innocent lighthearted and most of all balanced person. Cassian is one of my most favorite characters in the acotar series (Top Five easily). But he, as many characters of the book, is a grey character that can often be amoral. You don’t get to become THE General of the Night Court and the commander of the Illyrian forces and part of the Inner Circle by being solely moral and good and …nice.

Cassian is dangerous. Like Alpha Male dangerous. He is an experienced man. An experienced OLD man. The fact that he looks hot and young and is energetic with a six pack does not change his age or his position in life or who he is. And if you put that in contrast with a young girl with Nesta’s history that has not even traveled the world yet -while this was her dream- then who ‘deserves’ who can become a very long argument.

Cassian is indeed a good man but he is carrying a load of crap and baggage on his shoulders. He is over half a millennia old. He is a FREAKING GENERAL from crying out loud. The fact that he cracks jokes and is supportive of his family and friends does not take away all the blood he had shed or the scars that has left on him (and he will bring those scars to whatever relationship he enters). It does not take away that the bone carver called him the Lord of Bloodshed. Cassian is a killer. A professional one at that. No matter how noble he is (and he is) that does not change that it takes a certain kind of bloodthirsty savageness and mindset to rise to where he is now. Cassian views fighting and cutting through people as if it is an art. He walks hand in hand with death. He commands the Illyrian forces of the Night Court.

For centuries he is mixed to a dysfunctional emotional triangle with both of his best friends in a way that hurts one of his two brothers -because this is what Azriel is for him- and he is in a complicated mess with Morrigan. He has codependency issues with Morrigan, Rhysand and Azriel. He has shown to have suicidal tendencies (add homicidal to that too). He is not all sunshine and charm and jokes. He goes to the battlefield to kill and to count the dead and inform their families. It takes a certain kind of heart and soul and violence to wage war. To kill people. To do that for half a millennia. He is feared and terrifies his enemies. He has self esteem issues and even depression signs (as surprise surprise so does Nesta). He is haunted by ghosts of the past. He is afraid of commitment. He is menacing. He has sent monsters into the prison of the Night Court. He is ready to cut through his enemies like butter or condemn them to an eternity of imprisonment.

He has lived lifetimes. He has experience both on the light side of life and the dark side of life.

Say what you like about Nesta and her behavior but in the end she is just a..girl. She is not experienced with life or men for that matter. She has been sexually assaulted and sheltered. She wanted to travel but did not got a chance. She is very young and thrown in a life and nature she had not wanted. How old is she really? 20-22? And for you a 22 year old -tops- girl with limited life experience does not deserve a 500+ years old man because that man is somehow an optimist and an extrovert and so good? You are seriously going with that right now?

Because Cassian needs to be coddled and a bitch like Nesta is not a good fit for …him? Because a man needs …deserves…as sweet woman as a reward right? Because a woman has to apologize for everything in her character and become less so to fit the needs of a man because of what he deserves and if not then…she does not deserve him. (My mind’s wires are short cutting right now I kid you not).

If anything it would be more healthy for Nesta to not get involved with a man like Cassian until she has some decades at least on her back and a lot more experience.

Many people say that Nesta is mean with Cassian. And she has bitter outbursts with him that is for sure true up to an extent but no one ever pointed out how Cassian when he first met Nesta had already formed an opinion over her as if he had the right to do so only because his new friend (which he barely really knew) told him (mostly alluded) some things that did not involve him in any way. From the very start Cassian had judged Nesta and played judge and jury with her and had condemned her without even exchanging a word with her. Not even Rhysand that was Feyre’s mate did that.

Nesta was right to tell him that “You know nothing about who I am, and what I’ve done and what I want.

Why wouldn’t Nesta be hostile with him? The guy has boundaries issues. And was quick to judge her. He is a centuries years old persistent (borderline obsessed) Fae male that …can’t stay away. Romance aside let us not start glamorizing certain people and acting as if Cassian is perfect. He is not. He has flaws. There are no saints and sinners in this equation. Nesta has not treated Cassian right all the time but Cassian has not always treated Nesta right either. And if we take their character traits into account this was bound to happen.

Yes Nesta is an asshole. But guess what? Cassian is an asshole too. He taunts, he mocks, he insults, he provokes, he uses his sexual experience as a weapon of choice, he intimidates, his uses his body as a way to make others step back, he throws tantrums, he hides behind jokes, he is reckless, he is hard. In the first sign of true intimacy he backs down and alienates people. He has been all those things with Nesta. He originally was surprised and even took offense because Nesta ignored his good looks for crying out loud. Cassian even in Wings and Embers tried to intimidate her while he barely knew her. A human 22 year old girl that could crash with his little finger while he could tell that she had no experience in physical combat or men. He used his nature, his body, his words to make Nesta less of who she was. To make her feel uncomfortable. His game was less than honorable back then. And when that did not work his infatuation started to run deeper and they both entered a game of push and pull and love-anger/hate and bickering and…understanding.

That does not make him a bad person. He is a good man. A messed up mortally grey good man with honor. In the same way Nesta is also a good woman.  A messed up angry woman with a moral code that for getting to see you need to watch past the surface. A woman that got inspired by Feyre’s and Cassian’s honor and made Cassian proud. A proud woman that has made mistakes but is learning from them and tries to better herself with actions. Something that Cassian sees and respects and maybe even has also done in his long life because everyone starts from somewhere and faces difficulties and trauma in different ways and learns and grows and moves on.

Nesta grew up with the same superstitions Feyre grew up when it came to Fae people. Do you remember how Feyre herself acted with the Fae at the very beginning before she grew to know them? And yet Nesta allowed Fae men to get into her home. Nesta’s interest when it came to Cassian himself surpassed her prejudices before she was even thrown to the Cauldron and turned to High Fae herself.

Nesta was traumatized after been thrown in the Cauldron. And so was Cassian when he had his wings shredded… but he could not stay away from Nesta despite the boundaries she was trying to put between them. It was his choice to go over to her over and over again despite being rejected. No one from the fandom ever speaks of the trauma Nesta had been subjected too and how Cassian’s needs should not surpass her needs over this. But sure.. Nesta is mean so Cassian’s needs must go first. But just maybe this is not about romance or about what a man deserves. This is not about Cassian getting to feel better. And yet somehow this is what it all ends up too.

Introvert vs Extrovert. Young age vs Old age. Man vs Woman. A man that has lived his life to the fullest vs a woman that has not yet lived. Who deserves who.

Does Cassian deserve Nesta? Does Nesta deserve Cassian?

In my opinion who deserves who is a bullshit argument to make for this sort of subject. I can give you a dissertation of why Cassian does not deserve Nesta too. Or why he does deserve her. And vice versa for the other way around.

Truth is that in my opinion they complete each other. It is not just opposites attract. Cassian found an equal in Nesta despite their differences (that are many). Mentally and intellectually they are equal and similar even.

Blade and fire made flesh. Death made flesh. They fit each other.

Cassian is a killing machine and Nesta now holds death in her fingertips. While Cassian always walked in death. But more so aside those parallels that mirror each other they also click as characters.

Cassian shares the same values with Nesta. The same need to protect others. Nesta kept saying how she wanted to help families and children. Cassian has the same view point with her. It is in his very core the need to protect others and this was in the end what Nesta was ready to sacrifice herself for.

Nesta that is so cold on the outside because she feels everything more intense than any other in the inside. Cassian that is so easy going on the outside because he is broken in the inside. Nesta that uses cruel words as a shield. Cassian that uses jokes as an armor. Nesta that hides her emotions and vulnerabilities. Cassian that does the same in different ways. Nesta that is afraid to let others in. Cassian that observes everything both in the battlefield and outside of it. Nesta that scares people. Cassian that is not and could never be afraid of her. Cassian that intimidates people. Nesta that refuses to be intimidated by him. Nesta that throws insults. Cassian that throws tantrums. Cassian that turns his pain to playfulness and his weakness to anger and battle. Nesta that does not allow anyone to see her as weak and turns her rage to ice and her pain to faux indifference and hostility. Cassian that gets his power from his warrior nature and training. Nesta that wants to be empowered and get agency in different ways. Cassian that leans to order and anarchy. Nesta that leans to order and freedom. Nesta that is now the emissary of the Night court. The bridge of the human world with the Fae world trying to balance an understanding between two worlds. Cassian that is always trying to create an understanding between the Illyrians and the rest of High Fae and the man that becomes a bridge when he has a death count in paper and has to inform all the families of the lost. Nesta that her power is now connected with death. Cassian that has been walking in death. Nesta that is too serious. Cassian that is too aloof. Nesta that is too proud and disdainful and willful. Cassian that is arrogant and cocky and prideful. Nesta that is all about manners and propriety. Cassian that is insolent and all about wrecking buildings. Cassian that is serious when needs to be and Nesta that needs to relax and laugh more. Nesta that prefers a book and solitude and Cassian that in silent moments shows a more grounded version of himself. Cassian that people overlook his intelligence. Nesta that people overlook her humanity. Cassian born in a world that does not value bastards. Nesta born in a world that does not value women. Nesta that does not let others in. Cassian that is not making any serious commitments and relationships. Nesta that is so afraid of what she feels for Cassian that prefers to keep him in arm’s lengths using insults and distance and Cassian that is so terrified of what he feels for Nesta that gets completely out of sync when she shows him tenderness and interest. Cassian, the Prince of Bastards, that wanted to find his place in the world and be a man with value despite his heritage and Nesta, the terrible Queen, that after loss and building emotional walls wanted to go out to the world and see what a woman could so and leave her mark in the world. Nesta and Cassian that both dream of a better more equal world for bastards, children and women. The same coin from different sides.

And really this is not about a competition. You do not fall in love with someone that is perfect for you in theory. You get to fall in love with …people. With imperfect people. You get to love them exactly due to those imperfections that make then unique. I cannot stress enough that this is not a matter of what someone ‘deserves’. It is about what someone feels. It is about what makes a heart tick. It could be the most weird combination. It could be insane. And volatile. And easy going or difficult until it aches. In the end it is all about understanding and Nesta and Cassian can understand each in a deep level that is mostly instinctual at this point. It is lust and attraction and sexual tension (like …seriously!) and struggle (because nothing that is worth it comes easy in life) and it is understanding and feeling and silent communication and attraction in all levels.

And guess what… Cassian deserves this. He deserves a person that won’t use him as a sexual object so to get out of predicament and then use him as a shield against his best friend and create conflict in him and in the relationships that define him. Cassian deserves a person that won’t be afraid to stand up against him and with him. That won’t be charmed by his superficial sexiness and distractions. That will be an equal to him. That will shout to him miles away to get him out of danger and he will hear that voice calling him to safety. Cassian deserves a touch. Deserves to fall in love. To have a person that can see when he is hurt. Cassian deserves to get a chance with the woman he is choosing to fight with him and die with him and the woman that he is ready to search to the other life just so to have a chance with her and not regret not spending time with her. The woman that when he in bleeding and unconscious he will try to defend till his last breath. The woman that has a name that he keeps hearing in the wind. Cassian deserves a person that can see beyond his facade. Nesta that understands how dangerous and how noble Cassian is because he sees what others don’t. Because he sees beyond the surface. Because he sees who truly Nesta is. And who Nesta is is someone that Cassian not only wants but would be damn lucky to have. A woman that will stand up next to him and won’t allow anyone to offend him and she won’t judge him for his past. A woman that will surprise him. A woman that will shield him with her body against death itself. A woman that will try to carry him away from danger. And if she can’t help him she will stay with him till the end. She won’t run. She won’t lie. She won’t be dishonest. She won’t see him as a charity case. She will stay for the good and the bad and for hell itself. Cassian has been a bastard that had found family to the inner circle of the Night Court and friends and family but something has always been missing. A sense of true belonging. To have someone stay with him as the world burns and protect him as he protects others. To have someone truly understand him and use honest actions instead of words. Yes Nesta and Cassian are in a clash of wills but also in a clash of hearts.

But sure thing. Cassian surely does not deserve this and I do not get why people like Nesta and Cassian as a ship either.

Proud

Originally posted by despairingfever


Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “26 - Montgomery de la Cruz”

Prompt:

26. “Can I have a good luck kiss?”

Word count: 932

Posted: 20th of May 2017

A/N: Another Monty imagine is up, even thought it’s kind of short. I definitely need more Montgomery gifs because I struggle on looking for them everywhere. Anyways, I hope that you like this fluffy imagine, although the gif isn’t the appropriated one.
Thank you for the support and the love guys, I am trying to write all the requests and, hopefully, I can go all through it. Thank you so much.

P.S: I am not accepting part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour, kind of swearing


“Monty!” You shouted from the top of the bleachers to catch your boyfriend’s attention. Your school’s baseball team had their most important game of the year and you were obviously there to support your boyfriend and his friends, to show them that you were so proud of them, but mostly of Montgomery.

“Babe!” Montgomery’s eyes shone as he finally caught your mesmerizing and unique (Y/E/C) eyes. He was waiting for you since he started his practice, but you couldn’t skip your first period classes to watch him. Unluckily.

You waved at him as you started to run to the first row of the bleachers, obviously wanting to see your boyfriend better. You were so excited to hug him and, luckily, you weren’t separated by any barriers.

“Bye Monty!” Some girls flirtatiously winked and waved at your boyfriend, leaving the two of you to talk of your private things. You rolled your eyes as you felt a little bit jealous and irritated because of them. They were obviously having some irrelevant actions to tease you.

“Bye Monty!” You imitated the girls, murmuring in your most flirtatious voice, while rolling your eyes. You followed them as the space between them and Montgomery increased. You trusted your boyfriend, but you couldn’t stand seeing other girls flirting with him and trying to catch his attention.

“My princess is jealous!” Montgomery mocked you as he unleashed a teasing laugh. He wrapped his arms around your waist to greet you warmly. He loved it when you would show him your jealousy, he somehow felt important to someone.

“I’m not, Montgomery!” You harshly tapped his baseball helmet, miffed. You hated him whenever he would tease you like that, but you couldn’t help it and you couldn’t hide your jealousy.

“Such a pain in the ass!” He complained as he dealt with the effect of your harsh tap. The impact of the tap was loud enough to stun him for a second. You then gave him a death glare for how he called you, nevertheless you knew that he was just kidding.

Montgomery was a professional idiot and he would annoy people a lot, since it was his favourite hobby. He was sometimes fun to be with, but sometimes he would just need someone to talk to about his fit of rage. In the past though, he might have behaved in an inappropriate way towards your friends, but you always knew that he had a good and sweet heart. He would act like an asshole towards them, mostly with Alex and Tyler, but he was the kindest person that you’ve ever met. He would tease you sometimes, but he wouldn’t be Montgomery if he never did that.

“Monty, the game’s about to start!” You heard Jeff calling him from afar, playing with a baseball bat using his left hand. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, Jeff!” You waved at him as you greeted him back. You noticed your boyfriend’s annoyed face, but he was so prideful that he would never tell you that. “Go on, little jealous prick, your game is starting.” This time it was your turn to tease him and you found it adorable when he rolled his eyes.

“Idiot!” He suddenly chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you tighter, shaking his jealousy off. He was happy that you were there, just how happy the sun was, it shone and it emanated heat cheerfully, making the weather fine, warm and calm.

“Go on!” You hugged him back, but you quickly broke the hug as you saw Jeff waiting for his team mate.

Can I have a good luck kiss?” Montgomery flirtatiously whispered as he looked straight in your eyes, being a little bit serious this time. “I will try to do a home run for you, if ever.”

“Do your best, babe, that’s enough for me.” You winked at him and you quickly closed the gap between the two of you by giving him a kiss. You knew how much your kisses drove him crazy. Sometimes, he just needed some love too, nevertheless he would show to people that he was a tough and emotionless man.

The kiss behind you was calm and tender. It was one of those kisses that transmitted love, without any hints of lust. After all, you just wanted to wish him luck. The naughty and scorched kisses were reserved for the night, if his team ever won the significative match of the year.

“I love you, my princess.” Montgomery smiled, assuring you that it was useless to be jealous of the flirty girls before. You gave him your sweetest smile as you melted for his sincere words. Montgomery never lied to you and you knew that you could trust him.

“I love you too, my prince.” You sincerely answered back. “Go on and make your princess proud, like always.” You encouraged him and tapped softly his baseball helmet.

“I will.” He bit his lip and he winked at you. You proudly stood on the bleachers as you watched him running towards his friend, Jeff. You waved at them, being enthusiastic and positive as you already imagined Montgomery’s home run dedicated to you. You would be the loudest cheerleader of the team, but you would be Montgomery’s muse, of course.

After all, Montgomery was the best player for you and you knew that he was so determined to win, although you were already proud of him, just like when you were just one of his secret admirers, just like during that important match, just like always.

He was and he would always be your greatest pride.


Bit more about Japanese culture and anime...

There was some interest after this Inuyasha post. Thought it would be cool to go more in-depth and relate it to anime, so next time you watch something you can go, “Oh yeah. That happens over there.”

Originally posted by sam2119931

No, THAT doesn’t happen in Japan.

As a word of caution: I grew up near Tokyo in the 90′s, when the economic bubble had burst but your average family didn’t feel the effects until later. Culture may have shifted slightly after the economic downturn (I know there’s a more nationalistic undertone now, like most of Asia), and everything I say will not apply to all of Japan. Places like Sapporo and Ōsaka have their own distinct cultures, like how New York and Texas are uniquely different.

But since most anime are set in or are geared towards the Tokyo crowd, I have a good idea of the cultural influences. Especially when relating it to Inuyasha, which was published and set in the 90′s (at least in Kagome’s modern time).

Originally posted by 19-de--fevereiro

Memories~

Also, what I’m about to say below is about Japan (Tokyo). Please don’t start applying it to other countries in Asia, or you will be laughably misled.

Additionally, I’m not some researcher who did extensive study on my own culture. I’m just relating to y’all my background, experiences, and the little bit of knowledge I’ve gleaned from my memories of living there as a little girl, as well as from stories shared by my parents.

Suffice it to say, you should not cite me for your research paper.

Originally posted by emiria

You’re on your own, suckers!

I didn’t want to bother making multiple posts, so this is gonna be looooong. It’s not all roses either. If you have this fantastic, perfect vision of Japan, turn back now! You hear me?

Now then.

Are you ready, kids?

HERE. WE. GOOOOO!!!

Keep reading

— american candy (01)

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook
themes: smut / high school! au 
word count: 4.3k
summary: what’s a teenage house party without a few fun and games? you’re trapped in a bedroom with soccer star, jeon jungkook, for a whole thirty uninterrupted minutes — but apparently it only takes eleven for the two of you to get better acquainted.
( a/n: i’m still on the fence about making this a series, so if you guys want me to keep the kook smut train running - speak or forever hold your peace !! EDIT: this will be a series ! )

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Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”

“Winn.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

What Am I To You? (P. 3)

Summary: Your not sure where your relationship lies with Tae.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 3.3k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4Masterlist


What have you done?

“I’m sorry….this is my fault.” You felt your eyes get watery.

“This is my fault as much as yours.” He started. “There is something I need to tell you-” He was cut off by the knocking.

You quickly wiped your eyes and looked out your peep hole.

“It’s Nayeon.” You panicked.

His eyes widen and he went into your bathroom hiding.

You opened the door. “Heyyy.” She sweetly greeted.

“Have you seen Tae?”

“Not since the party.” You answered.

“Hey you okay?” You nodded. “Do you want to get breakfast….I could really eat.” She laughed.

“Yeah of course….but I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“Okay.” Then she turned around and left.

You shut the door and went back towards the bathroom. “You need to leave…like now…before she comes back.” You panicked.

He just looked at you distraught. “We need to talk about-”

“I know okay…..I’m sorry but I promise it didn’t mean anything.”

You thought you were saving you and Taehyung’s friendship but what you really did was shatter his heart with those few words.

He looked down processing what you said.

“Right….of course.” He started to walk away.

“Let’s pretend that it never happened.” He continued and left.

“Tae?” What’s wrong with him? You thought he would be relieved but he wasn’t. He said to pretend it didn’t happen but maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was upset because you almost jeopardized your friendship.

-

You continued getting ready and met Nayeon in the college cafe. You tried texting Tae and told him you wanted to hangout with him later but he declined. He said he was doing something with Nayeon.

“Took you long enough.” Nayeon mocked once she saw you. “I already got us food.” She giggled.

“Nice….thank you.” You sat down. “So how are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly okay…my roommate gave me some medicine.” She explained.

“That’s good….maybe you should slow down next time.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t even remember anything.” She pouted.

“Well, you were past out pretty early for a party.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You gulped almost loud enough for her to hear. “Well…..Tae and I carried you to your room after we found you past out on the couch.”

“Oh okay.” She seemed relieved. “What did you guys do?”

You choked on your drink that you started but ended up spitting it out, coughing for your dear life. You took a bunch of napkins and cleaned up. You felt uncomfortable from all the people staring.

“You okay?” Nayeon looked concerned.

“Yeah, wrong pipe.” You pursed your lips.

“So?” She was waiting for your response.

“Nothing.” You nervously said.

“What do you mean?”

“We were pretty drunk ourselves so we just talked and when I woke up he was gone so I don’t know where he went.” You lied. The memory flashed through your head.

You waking up naked next to him. You felt butterflies just thinking how beautiful he was, especially when he was asleep.

You saw Nayeon staring at you and you immediately felt guilty.

If she ever found out she would be devastated.

You felt like you ruined everything already. The only thing was you couldn’t read Taehyung, like usual.

Was he okay with it or did he hate you now for this dumb mistake that could ruin your friendship forever? Was he heart broken for cheating on Nayeon? You had no idea.

“Why are you blushing?” She smiled. She turned around from where you drifted off to. She looked back at you confused. “Do you have a crush on someone?”

“Oh no.” You avoided the question.

Because, ‘I’m falling for your boyfriend’ is really gonna be a good conversation starter. Not like you’re the one to set them up or anything.

“Come on, you could tell me.”

“Trust me-

"Please, we could double.” She wasn’t giving up.

“Okay.” You flipped through all the guys in your head. Who could you get away with that she doesn’t know?

His name is…….Jungkook.” You actually had a good time with Jungkook last night but you didn’t have a crush on him and you knew Nayeon didn’t know him.

Jungkook may had said he didn’t like her but he said he never met her because she claimed that she wanted Tae all to herself.

“Oh…is he cute?” She winked.

“Sure.” You tried to move on from the awkward conversation. “So what are you and Tae doing later?”

She shrugged. “Not sure…I haven’t talked to him yet today.”

You looked at her confused. Why would Taehyung lie to you? There it was, the sharp pain you kept feeling. Taehyung must hate you. You made your friendship awkward and now you don’t know how to face him. He obviously didn’t want to face you.

-

Nayeon was on her way to look for her boyfriend. She knocked on his door hoping to find him there because he wasn’t in a texting mood today.

As he opened the door annoyingly he was surprised to find Nayeon there with a big smile on her face.

“Hey babe.” She wrapped her arms around Tae bringing her lips to his. He didn’t really respond so she immediately pulled away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just still hungover.” He lied.

He wasn’t in love with Nayeon but he felt guilty. It wasn’t fair to her and he knew that. He cheated on her with you. Even though you were both drunk, that wasn’t an excuse. How was he going to tell her? Taehyung was honest with pretty much everybody. He hated lying, especially something like this.

“Come on.” She pulled him inside and pulled out some pain reliever out of her purse. “Take these.” She handed over a bottle of water.

“So apparently you wanted to do something today?” She continued.

He closed his eyes feeling more guilty. He was caught in a lie. He figured you talked to Naeyon.

“Yeah…maybe we can stay here and watch movies?” He suggested.

“Okay cool.” She said excitingly. “I’m sure we can play some games as well.” She bit her bottom lip hinting of what she really wanted. Taehyung wasn’t ready to have sex with Nayeon. He didn’t have any feelings for her so he felt like it wasn’t moral.

“And also I was thinking we could have a double date.” She was still excited.

“With who?” Taehyung asked confused.

“(Y/N) has a crush on someone and I thought that maybe I could set her up like she did for me.” Nayeon laid her head on Taehyung shoulder.

“Who does she have a crush on?” Taehyung pulled away so he could look at Nayeon.

Taehyung felt the rage and jealousy already and he didn’t even know who yet.

How could you have a crush on someone already and why didn’t you tell him, he thought. He thought you were best friends.

“I don’t know him but she said his name was Jungkook.” She said dumbfounded.

Taehyung stood up aggravated startling Nayeon. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Taehyung started pacing rubbing his forehead frustrated. He felt horrible before but this was an all time low for him. Not only did you break his heart this morning of your regrets of last night but now you had a crush on his best friend. He didn’t know how to express any emotion anymore. His heart just kept shattering step by step.

“What’s wrong?” He almost forgot Nayeon was there.

He had to tell himself to calm down or the truth will clearly be shown. “Nothing, I just can’t believe she never told me.” He said distraught.

“Yeah I had to drag it out of her.” She giggled. “But I don’t know him.”

“I do.” Tae said causing Nayeon to look at him. “He’s my best friend.”

-

Taehyung went over to Jungkook’s dorm immediately as Nayeon asked if he could invite Jungkook into a double date which he knew he never would encourage.

He knocked on the door and it didn’t take him long to answer.

“Hey man, long time no see.” Jungkook teased.

Taehyung just clenched his jaw looking at his best friend.

“What?” Jungkook looked alarmed. He never see Taehyung without a smile. “Tae?” He asked serious.

Taehyung walked past Jungkook into the dorm.

“Hey V.” Jin called him by his other nickname.

Tae didn’t say a word he just nodded.

“Tae Tae what’s wrong.” Jungkook jumped by his side aggressively wrapping his arms around him.

“Everything.”

“Basically I came over to invite you for a double date.” Tae continued.

“Who am I bringing? Jin?” Jungkook teased.

“No….(Y/N).”

Jungkook’s face dropped. “Why?”

“Because (Y/N) has a crush on you.” Tae said emotionless.

“What? That can’t be right?” Jungkook laughed.

“Well she told that to Nayeon so…” Tae said with more attitude.

“Look Tae, even if that was the truth, which it isn’t, I would never do that to you.” Jungkook said sincerely.

“Why does it matter I’m in a relationship and she doesn’t have feelings for me anyway.” Taehyung’s face flushed but no tears came out.

“You’re obviously not happy, why don’t you just break up.” Jungkook suggested.

“I can’t.”

“Why-”

“Because I have no one else.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook was confused.

“I thought for a split second that maybe (Y/N) had feelings for me but….I don’t know.” Tae looked down. “I just keep setting myself up for disappointment and Nayeon is there and I know how she feels about me so…”

“So….do you have feelings for her?”

Taehyung didn’t answer. “You can’t do this to yourself….its not fair for her or yourself.” Jungkook raised his voice in concern.

“I know….I just need more time, I’m sure it’s there.”

“And what if it isn’t, you going to forget about (Y/N)?” Jungkook had irritation in his voice.

“She doesn’t like me like that.” Taehyung was tired of talking. “And to be honest, I’m sick of waiting for her….I just wish she would stay out of the picture and liking you is not gonna do it.”

Jungkook was shocked by the words of his best friend.

“Are you saying that you don’t want to be her friend?”

“No……..it’s just hard to be around her that’s all.” Tae fell back to lay on Jungkook’s bed.

“Have you thought about telling her how you feel?” Jungkook asked.

“I do all the time, but I know how this works….it could make things awkward.”

“Don’t worry too much Tae.”

“Jin why don’t you make something to cheer him up.”

“That’s okay…Nayeon wants to go out tonight.” Tae started to get up.

“Of course the princess wants your service.” Jungkook nagged.

“Stop.”

-

Jungkook decided to pay you a visit after Taehyung left.

When you answered the door you never expected to see Jungkook of all people. Yes you consider him a friend because of Tae but that was it, you would never intend to hang out unless Tae was there.

“Hi?” You question. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled and walked past you. “So I heard that you had a crush on me.” He smirked.

“Oh no.” You slapped your forehead. “I can’t believe she would just go up to you and tell, what kind of friend does that?”

“Actually Taehyung told me.”

“W-what?” You felt shocked. You never thought that he would hear of your little lie and you prayed he wouldn’t.

“Jungkook….I don’t have a crush on you and please tell that to Taehyung.” You panicked.

“It’s okay, I figured you didn’t….that would be weird.” He sat on your bed.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically but followed by a chuckle.

“Nayeon was convinced I had a crush so I lied and said it was you to shut her up.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why do you even hang out with her?”

“I know she’s a pain but she’s sweet.”

Jungkook laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jungkook started.

“What?”

“You can’t tell anyone especially Tae.”

“Okay?” You were confused.

“Taehyung is in love with you.”

“What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “No he’s not.”

“Oh yes he is….has been for a while.”

“You sure?” You were shook.

“Yeah.”

“Why hasn’t he said anything?”

“Because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.” That was a pretty good reason and also the reason you were afraid to move forward.

Wow.

You couldn’t help but blush. “Why are you smiling like that? Do you like him to?” Jungkook asked in excitement.

“Maybe.” You bit your lip.

“Why don’t you tell him?”

“I wasn’t really sure until last night.” Those words slipped from your mouth that you wish you could take back.

“What happened last night?” Of course Jungkook had to end his curiosity.

“Um-” You didn’t know how to explain. “We sort of had sex.”

“Whoa- what?” Jungkook stood up. “You two?”

You nodded. “Don’t get carried away….we were both drunk and obviously we don’t really remember much…”

“That’s insane.” Jungkook smiled.

“Yup.”

“You guys need to be together.”

“We can’t.” You quickly responded.

“Wait, what?” Jungkook sat back down.

“He’s with Nayeon and she is crazy in love with him, I can’t do that to her.”

“So it’s fake love…..he obviously isn’t in love with her back.”

“It don’t matter….he needs to break things off himself.” You said.

You saw that Jungkook was thinking. “Get ready.”

“Why?”

“Because we are going on a double date.”

-

“I don’t like this, he’s going to be heart broken.” You whispered to Jungkook as you walked up to the diner.

“It’s fine I have a plan.”

What was he planning?

You entered the theater and as soon as Taehyung saw you and Jungkook holding hands his face dropped. He really did like you.

“Hey.” Nayeon greeted. “Why didn’t you tell me he looked like that?” She whispered into your ear.

You just shrugged. This whole thing made you uncomfortable.

“This was our first date.” Nayeon grabbed onto Taehyung’s arm causing you and Jungkook both to roll your eyes. You had such a rage towards Nayeon when she was around Tae.

She always wanted the world to know they were together.

When you found your seats you made a small eye contact with Taehyung. He looked away quickly. He couldn’t even look at you.

You were sat between Nayeon to your left and Jungkook to your right. Taehyung choose to sit as far away from you as possible, more specifically close to the aisle. You felt anxiety.

“Stop worrying.” Jungkook whispered. “He’ll be okay trust me.”

Jungkook made it clear that he didn’t want you saying anything about your feelings. He wanted to convince Taehyung to tell you himself. And to get out of his lousy relationship first.

As the trailers were starting you saw Nayeon fidget in her seat making you draw attention. You saw her scurry her hand over Taehyung’s thigh.

Your heart was beating from your rage. You wished you never had that double date which started their relationship. There you said it.

She was really asking for it. She brought her hand closer to his fly palming the area. Taehyung gave a falsely smile and grabbed her hand to hold instead. It was his sweet way to tell her no.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“Nothing.” You gave a fake smile.

Jungkook leaned forward and looked in the direct you were previously. He saw that Nayeon was once again trying with Tae. You looked over and saw her bring her hand down under his waist line of his jeans.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” He sat up and walking down the aisle. Jungkook nudge you to go after him.

“I have to use it to.” You got up nervously and followed Taehyung’s footsteps. When you entered the lit up hallway, you saw him sitting on one of the benches looking distraught.

“Hey.” You sat down next to him.

He glanced at you but turned away quickly.

“What’s with you?” You poked him. “Why do you hate me?” You said it as a tease but you felt like he really did.

He let out an audible sigh. “Why do we call each other friends when you can’t even talk to me?”

“Tae-”

“My best friend (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me.”

You know Jungkook told you not to say anything but you didn’t have to tell him everything.

“I don’t have a crush on Jungkook.”

He looked at you confused.

“Nayeon insisted that I had a crush and wouldn’t shut up about it….so I lied.”

“Why Jungkook?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Jungkook’s my friend and I knew that she never met him so I didn’t think this would happen.”

Taehyung still looked confused. “Your friends are weird Tae.” You giggled.

Finally, he smiled at you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer. You wished he would just be honest with you so you can both be happy.

“Tae.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything….never hold back the things you keep bottled up, because you’ll regret them later on.”

He looked down at you thinking but said nothing. He was clearly not ready and you understood.

You grabbed his hand that was holding onto you and circled it back so you can hold it properly. You leaned your head back down to enjoy the moment.

“There-”

You both jumped from the voice that ruined the peace. You both looked down the hall seeing Nayeon staring at you both. Her usual brighten up face was no where to be seen.

You couldn’t read her expression but it was definitely serious.

“You’re missing the movie.” She lowered her voice as you and Tae made your way over.

She quickly grabbed Tae’s hand and went back inside leaving you alone. You were taken back from her attitude. Did she think something happened?

The movie wasn’t all that good, its hard for horror movies to be scary now of days.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick.” Nayeon announced. You were staring off into space until she called your name to join her.

What is this high school?

You leaned on the sick waiting patiently for her to finish. When she was done, you almost swear she was glaring at you as she washed her hands.

“Good?” You pursed your lips and turned around.

You jumped from the fact that she grabbed your arm aggressively to stop you from walking out the door.

You raised your eyebrows at her to question her actions.

“Do I really need to warn you to stay away from Tae?” She was acting crazy.

“Excuse me?” You sassed.

“You heard me….your going to stay away from Taehyung from now on.”

“That’s not happening.” You laughed sarcastically. “Did you forget who got you two together?”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N)…. I know you’re in love with him.”

“You’re crazy.” You tried to turn around again but she stopped you. “Let go of me.” You clenched your jaw.

“It’s funny how you could of easily had him but now that he’s unavailable you want him….wow desperate much?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t believe she was acting this cold towards you.

“I’m being defensive….I’m not gonna let a slut like you take my boyfriend.”

You aggressively got out of her grasp and made your way out of the bathroom in rage.

Walking away you were on the verge of tears. This was your friend. So you thought. How could she act like this?

When you got closer to the boys, they both gave you a questioning look.

“Let’s go.” You tugged Jungkook’s arm.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Taehyung grabbed your hand.

“Nothing’s wrong Tae, but it will be.” You glanced back at Nayeon who was making her way over. Taehyung followed your eyes and when he looked back at you, you were already out the door.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“You were right.” He looked at you. “Shes crazy.”

Jungkook smirked. “I’m worried for Tae, he needs to get away from her.”

Jungkook’s smirk quickly faded. “So new plan….get him to breakup with crazy.”

-

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The Master of Diaper - Batmom x Batkids/Bruce Wayne

Summary : It’s a war between your four sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian…To know who’s the best at changing their little brother’s, Thomas, diapers. A rather intense war really, as they all want to become “The master of Diapers”. 

Just a short silly fic that came up to me while I was drifting off to sleep. And in case you’re wondering who “Thomas” is, here’s the fic that introduces him : “Shaky steps and bad teaching”. Hope you like it ahem : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You always impressed Bruce, always.

The way you wouldn’t let anyone walk on your feet, and use your sarcasms and wits to get out of any “bad social situations” was impressive to him.

The way you always managed to make people around you smile and laugh, even him and your brooding sons, was impressive to him. 

The way you always seem to find the right words to comfort someone, or to tell your feelings, was impressive to him. 

The way you trained, even harder than him sometimes, was impressive to him. 

The way you fought, so fiercely and fearlessly, was impressive to him. 

The way you seemed to know everything, like you always had the answer to people’s questions (about ANYTHING), was impressive to him. 

And oh if he really had to list everything that he found impressive in you, it would take too many years. Yes, you always impressed your Bruce. Always. 

But today, you surpassed even yourself ! Your cleverness, he knew it now, had no bound ! Damn smart woman you were. 

What impressed him so much ? The way you so easily manipulated your sons into changing their little brother’s dirty diapers. It was such genius that he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, admiration shining in his eyes. And the worst thing was, that you didn’t even know you were so awesome, and the only person he truly admired in this universe…Which made you even more awesome. 

It was really clever, the way you ended up convincing your sons to take care of their little brother’s, Thomas, dirty diapers. You played on their competitive side. One day, as Bruce was changing Thomas, you just dropped a “Wow, you’re slow, I bet even Damian could be faster than you”, which confused him a little bit. It wasn’t like you to say such things but…Oh, but of course. The boys were in the room, and he swore he saw their ears moving, quite like dogs, as they heard what their mother just said. 

It was a smart move really. Right after saying that, and therefor attracting their attention on the two of you, you heavily hinted that it took lots of skills to properly change diapers, and that you’d be impressed if you saw anyone do it in less than a minute…They took it as a challenge. Of course they did. 

As Bruce was finishing to change Thomas’ diaper (rather fast to be honest), Damian approached and said : 

-I bet mom is right, and I can be faster than you, father. 

Of course, now he said that, Tim had to add : 

-And I bet I’d be faster than you. 

Jason and Dick couldn’t be out of this little game, and felt like they were obligated to say : 

-Yeah right you little munchkins, I bet I will do it faster. Hey, stop repeating what I say ! Stop. Stop. STOP ! JASON/DICK ! HAHA ! Erf…

And so it started. 

The long race to who was going to become “The Master of Diapers”. 

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Betting On It

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

“Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What bet?” You tread cautiously.

“Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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Annoy Me - Carl Gallagher x Reader

Requested by @pale-and-empty

Warnings: cussing (this happens a lot), sexual tension if you squint maybe idk, annoying people, violence
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader
Description: The reader and Carl annoy each other too much and her/his anger brings them together
A/N: wow that description and omg lemme just say this took way too long okay and i really don’t how i feel about this ( ALSO this gif took me ages to find and it still doesn’t work I’m sorry)


“Stop it,” You roll your eyes as Carl pushes you again. He’d been doing it for a few minutes to rile you up, but you knew better. Two could play at that game. You were just as annoying as he was. 

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Favorite Couple – Brett Talbot Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write a Brett imagine where him and the reader have a relation like maya and lucas of gmw,like her is always calling him names and making fun of him, and he likes her but he doesn’t knowshe likes him too and he thinks she doesn’t like him back because all that stuff, so the packdecide set them up together in a date and they confess their feelings? just a lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1,650

Author’s Note: Okay, I really struggled coming up with an idea for this. I changed things about and decided to have the cast of GMW be the pack since we don’t know Brett’s pack at Devenford Prep. I hope you like it.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

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