not an insult you shit heads

peachiebeans  asked:

Oh my god, Izzy I aDORE your Voltron HCs so mUCH— I find myself rereading them often when I need a giggle omg. Keep doing what u do u radiant garden flower..... u succulent peach...... u beautiful dominos two for one deal...... 👌😩🌻🌻🌻

honestly that’s,,, the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me

  • [shit goes down] “houston we have… so many problems”
    • coran: “??? who’s houston???“
  • allura: “i’m a diplomat” also allura: wakes up, insults someone’s ears, tries to break their arm
  • if coran finds a gray hair on his head he’ll shapeshift it back to orange
  • hunk: “well panicking didn’t solve the problem so i guess i’m out of ideas”
  • keith swears that sometimes in battle he’ll faintly hear lance whispering “pew pew pew” while shooting robots
  • keith: [about to do that shit] shiro: “ke-” lance: “keith
    • keith: “…fine >:(” shiro: ?????
    • lmao so how long do you think it takes shiro to realize that lance is keith’s new voice of reason
  • pidge: “this plan will require using lance’s greatest strength” lance: “what? my hair? my eyes?” pidge: “your obnoxious personality”

This has gotten to a sickening point. Do I really need to remind you fake ass koreaboos that you can’t stan KOREAN PEOPLE, KOREAN GROUPS, AND KOREAN MUSIC and in the very same breathe degrade and insult their KOREAN recognition, KOREAN culture, and KOREAN pride?

Like some of you guys are here shitting on the ideals and importance of the very country your faves call HOME just so you can elevate their “Western importance” For the last time, Western recognition isn’t SHIT KPOP GROUPS DON’T NEED IT so ifans get your head out of your ass and respect their heritage or go back to stanning your Western groups this is getting ridiculous

Sunshine - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by mikestranger

word count: 11,179 
warnings: swearing, torture (sorta?), feels, pretty ffckin angsty 

[prompt 21: love is recognizing the value of the other person, and telling them  ]


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Dark

Author: @knockknocksoosthere as a part of Exordia Academy with @kpopfanfictrash & @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributor: @everybodykpops FOR THIS MOODBOARD THAT HAS ME CRYING

A/N: HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @baebae-goodnight for all her help and beta-ing soooo many times on this one. ILY.

Rating: M (cursing, mentions of death, explicit sex - first time)

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Word Count: 11K

Super Power: Essokinesis 

Summary:  Reality has never been kind to Minseok. Always, he’s been overlooked. Always picked last, always bullied by those larger than him. Until one day, he snaps. He imagines himself towering over his tormentors, striking fear into their puny hearts and dangling them from his palm. When he realizes they, too experience this distorted reality – things begin to change. No longer is Minseok nobody. The first time he steps foot on campus, people know who he is. He sees them whisper, sees them shy away and while he finds comfort in their fear – it’s lonely. When he meets you though, he finds you don’t look away. Perhaps there’s a reason.  


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I'm Kink Shaming

Context: Our group had just finished dealing with some bandits and their wolfs, and our half-elf cowboy managed to tie one of the bandits up to interrogat him about the bandit hideout. So three of us out of the group ( the half-elf, dragonborn paddlin and (me) the half-orc fighter) surrounded him. We all had trouble rolling for intimidation and the bandit was an rudeass who insulted us, but my poor half-orc was embarrassed the most by what happened to her.

Half-orc: That’s it, I’ve had it with this stubborn rude bandit! I’m going to threaten him with my whip!

DM: So you’re going to hit him with it or is it for intimidation?

Half-orc: Intimidation!

DM: Ok roll for intimidation.

Half-orc: *rolls a nat’ 1* Shit!

DM: As you raise your whip over your head, it comes back and smacks you in the ass.

Bandit: *in seeing this the bandit says:* Are you some kinda kink freak?

*and then everyone in the group proceeds to laugh their asses off*

Imperio, I control…”


The feeling of sleep weighing his mind down.
His body bending to commands.
Horror at what he was about to do.
He couldn’t s t o p.


Crucio, I torture…”


Swords piercing his body.
Every nerve ending, every synapse was on f i r e.
His sanity slipping away like sand through his fingers.


Avada Kedavra, let the thing be destroyed.”


Standing in the forest.
Waiting.
Preparing.
The tip of a wand pointing his direction.
Eyes closing.
Green light exploding behind his eyelids.
F e a r.


“The Three Unforgivable Curses.” He murmured, forcing down his nausea.


Tom nodded excitedly. “Yes. Fascinating, don’t you agree?”


Harry Potter didn’t answer, instead he closed his book and rose from the library chair, murmuring a quick excuse.


Adrenalin was rushing through his veins.
He was tricked.
Sirius wasn’t held captive.


Distinctly he heard the sound of another chair scraping over the floor as he hurried past numerous bookshelves and practically dived out into the hallway.


Avada Kedavra.
After Sirius had fallen through the veil he wasn’t even aware that it was him who was screaming.
He never knew his vocal cords were able to produce such an awful sound.


His chest constricted and he stumbled against a cold wall halfway down the third corridor, slowly sinking to the floor while desperately trying to fight the onslaught of the panic attack.


Confusion.
The Triwizard Cup should have brought them straight back to the entrance of the maze.
But it hadn’t.
Too late he screamed a warning at the boy.
Avada Kedavra.
Cedric Diggory hit the ground with a gut wrenching thud.


A part of him registered the hands that clasped his shoulders and the calm voice calling his name, telling him to breathe.


He couldn’t.
Wasn’t even sure he wanted to.
The pain in his lungs was better than the screams piercing his mind or the stench of blood and death filling his nose.


Everyone was dying.
He couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t save them.
Fred was dead.
Lupin was dead.
Everyone was-


“Harry Potter!” The exclamation was followed by a stinging pain in his cheek and automatically he sucked in a breath, blinking slowly.


Light blue-grey eyes stared at him intently, a frown etched onto pale features. “Can you hear me?”


Harry nodded, taking another, shuddering breath.


Tom sighed in relief before his expression darkened. “What was that about?”


The Boy-Who-Lived swallowed before plastering a crooked smile on his face. “N-nothing, really. I just sort of hyperventilated when I remembered that I haven’t yet finished the essay from-”


“Please don’t try to insult my intelligence, Potter. We finished that essay together yesterday.”


Oh. Right.


“And besides, you don’t exactly strike me as someone who would have a panic attack over something as trivial as that.”


Well, shit.


“Look, I-”


“Who did it?”


“What?”


The grip on his shoulders tightened to the point that it bordered on uncomfortable and cold fury shone in Riddle’s eyes. “Only someone who was subjected to those curses would have such a strong reaction to them. So who did it!?”


You did.


Harry shook his head tiredly before getting back to his feet rather unsteadily. “It doesn’t matter. There was a war. Those things happen. It’s in the… past.“


Tom’s scowl deepened.
His eyes glinting murderously. But somehow he didn’t think that the Slytherin’s anger was directed at him.


The grip on his shoulders tightened just a fraction before sliding down and back to his sides, his expression smoothing over until the only indication of his fury was the way he clenched his jaw.


“Alright. I won’t push the matter.” He said eventually and Harry sighed in relief, only for the air to get stuck in his throat a second later. “But…”


Here it comes.


“I promise you that the person responsible is going to pay. They will beg for death and shall not receive it until I’ve broken their every bone and shredded absolutely every ounce of their sanity. Nobody touches that which belongs to me.”


How very ironic.


Oh yes.
There was definitely a time when he wished for that.


But now?


There was suddenly a heavy weight on Harry’s chest and he grimaced.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, didn’t wish to kill Tom Riddle, Dark-Lord-in-Training, anymore. The would-be murderer of his parents, his friends, and himself.


And it made him absolutely sick.

- Tomarry [Time Travel AU]
snow daze ☼ peter parker

summary : nothing beats winter in new york, except maybe walking to school in the snow with a certain peter parker. 

wc : 2.4k

author’s note : tags are under the read more and ik it’s august but it’s winter in my soul !

   There were people who dreamt of a Christmas in New York. People who sat by their windowsills, gazing past the confining glass screens and wishing to one day set their eyes upon a town blanketed by a mass of snow. In the city, it was a sight to behold and cherish. You go to Rockefeller Center and look up at the tree, lit with hundreds of lights and looking like a dream, and your Christmas in New York is complete. It was a thing of fiction for many people, but for you, it was the harsh reality. 

  You were not yearning for a white Christmas the way some people would. You were, however, hoping that your parents would surprise you with an impromptu vacation to the Bahamas for a month while the snow in your beloved city melted to more of a slush, whisking you away to a paradise where you were not forced to trek through the piles of snow surrounding your apartment building as you attempted to make your way to the nearest A train. 

    It was a miserable day, to be quite honest. You had forgotten your hat in your apartment after you had scrambled to get out of bed, you had underestimated the temperature outside and so you were wearing way lighter a jacket than you should be, and your jeans were soaking wet due to the way you had sunk knee deep in a pit of snow. This was absolute bullshit and you were ready to march back home, prepared to draw up an essay as to why you shouldn’t attend class that day until Peter Parker practically ambushed you in the middle of the sidewalk. 

  He had ran nearly a block to try to catch up with you. Peter had been waiting to take the train with you and walk with you to school for nearly two weeks now, but he had never gotten out of his apartment early enough, and if it wasn’t for his profoundly excellent eyesight, he probably would’ve spent another day walking alone. The sight of a boy dashing down the street with his jacket blown open by the wind and a ridiculous hat pulled down over his ears was enough to make anyone laugh, but you had been too preoccupied with fuming to hear his thunderous footsteps behind you. He nearly knocked you over when he finally caught up to you, his cheeks rosy from the bitter wind nipping at his face as he ran and his breath coming out in harsh pants. 

   “Oh my God!” You whipped around, taking a step backward and holding a hand to your heart. He did a little shrugging motion, somewhere between an apology and pleased with himself for managing to surprise you for once. 

   Grinning, he fell into step beside you, though not easily due to the random, deep pockets of snow that covered the path ahead. He bumped his shoulder against yours. “Not God, just me, though it’s been said that we’re practically the same thing.” You laughed, bumping his shoulder back. 

   “No one has ever said that, and no one ever will,” you replied, pulling your sweater down over your hands for more warmth. Peter examined your attire with a shake of his head.

   “You realize it’s not fall anymore, right?” He quirked an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes in response, gesturing a hand at the mountain of dirt stained snow piled in front of an apartment building. 

   “Nah, didn’t notice at all.” You huffed. You crossed your arms, trying to preserve as much warmth as possible. “Especially ‘cause of the snow that’s starting to come down now, really throws a girl off.” As you said that, the puffy white flakes fluttered down and landed in your hair. Peter, ignoring the blatant sarcasm, pulled his hat off his head. “You didn’t gel it down today?” 

   “Nope,” he said, catching your wrist in your hand and forcing you to stop. “Didn’t feel like it.” Also, you said you like my hair when it’s curly, I heard you talking to Michelle. So here I am. Do you realize this yet? He stretched the hat out before plopping it down on your head, tugging it so that it covered your eyes. You lifted it back up, staring up at him questioningly. “You’re gonna catch a cold. The snowflake hair look is cool, but your health is better.” He said it because he knew it sounded ridiculous, and because he was sure you’d affectionately punch his arm or something and he liked the fuzzy feeling in his stomach that he got whenever you touched him. 

   “That’s lame,” you said, just the way he had expected. You smiled slightly at his ruffled mop of hair, reaching up to tousle it in a way that he supposed he should have found irritating, as it made his hair even messier than it had been before. “Nice hair.” 

   You turned to continue walking, pulling him along with you as he smiled smugly to himself. He tugged on a lock of his hair, the strand that had settled in the middle of his forehead defiantly. “Oh, you like it? Didn’t know that. Thanks.” You headed down the steps of the 71st avenue station, a little past Queens boulevard. You only needed to ride it one stop, but it was better to waste the $2.75 on your metro card than continue trudging through the snow with a murderous expression adorning your face. You boarded the F train together, Peter managing to find the only open seat and sliding into it quickly, laughing at the face you made at him. You took a step forward to grab onto the pole in the middle of the train but it lurched forward suddenly, and you surely would have been thrown to the other side of the car if Peter hadn’t grabbed your arm and pulled you backwards into his lap before you could embarrass yourself even further. The trains were tricky, and he knew you had more of a knack for falling down than anyone else. 

   You exhaled, turning your head to stare at Peter. He was staring back with a sheepish expression, the tip of his nose pink. “Thanks Peter,” you smile, patting his shoulder. His arms were still secured around your waist when he shrugged, appearing utterly nonchalant even though internally, he was sort of screaming. Sort of. “When did your reflexives become so good? You struggle to do one push up in gym, no offense.” Oh, you know, just when I become Spider-Man. I save Queens daily. I saved you once but you didn’t know. Should I tell you? Probably not. One day. 

  “Oh, um, you know, I need good reflexives so I can save your clumsy self from tripping down the stairs at school every day,” he lied not so smoothly, giving your knee a little tap. You nodded thoughtfully. Seemed simple enough. “You can keep sitting here, if you want.” 

   Mistaking this for sarcasm, you went to move. “Oh shit. Sorry Peter, I’ll get up.” Surprising himself with his own confidence, he pulled you back. “What are you doing?” 

   Peter didn’t know what to say to this. Just savoring the feeling of you on my lap? Too creepy, and too exposing. You’d sound like one of those cat callers on the street, the ones she screams back at with vicious insults and creative threats. Get it together, Peter. “You needed a seat and, uh, you know, this one is… available. I wasn’t being sarcastic or anything.” He winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth, moving his head to play it off like he just wanted to look out the window. There was nothing to even look at it. It was dark. 

   “I’ll take it then,” you said softly, and, for his sake, you pretended not to notice how embarrassed he was that he had said what he did in the first place. He was endlessly thankful for that, because the fact that you were sitting on his lap right now was enough to make him sweat through his winter clothes even though it was below 25 degrees fahrenheit. If you had started teasing about him saying that his lap was an openly available seat, he most likely would have imploded. Before either of you could say anything else to shatter the silence that had settled there, the train screeched to stop again, and Peter’s grip on your waist tightened. You glanced down at his hand, sitting there on your waist, a fist bunched in the sweatshirt you had thrown on in this morning not knowing how fucking deathly it was going to be outside. You stood up when the doors opened, your hand absentmindedly wrapping around Peter’s wrist as you pulled him up toward the doors with you. 

    “If you’re still cold I can give you my jacket, I don’t mind,” Peter said, glancing down at your hand, locked on his wrist. You bumped into someone as you turned around, giving them a quick apology. 

   “Peter, stop giving me your clothes-” Before you could finish your sentence, a guy cut in between you two, your hand slipping from Peter’s as he abruptly interrupted the conversation. 

   “Hey, you and your boyfriend are cute, but the PDA is too much. Lay off for a second, yeah? It’s uncomfortable.” The guy clapped Peter on the shoulder, then swiftly exited the car, leaving you and Peter to stumble out, flushed with embarrassment because while the guy was leaving, you had called out, “He’s- he’s not my boyfriend, actually!” 

   Okay, am I that bad? Does she seriously think I’m that, like, repulsive? Oh, God, she hates me and I made her sit on my lap. I’m awful. And creepy. Ew. I’m sweating too much. Is that why she doesn’t like me? Because of the sweat? I need new cologne. 

   You two trekked the rest of the way to school in awkward silence, as opposed to the tranquil one that you had felt on the train. You had Peter’s hat still tucked over your head and to be honest, you were in desperate need of his jacket at the moment. But you knew the words you had said on the train, shouted at the retreating man’s coat with such ferocity, had wounded Peter a little. You hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh, like you could never be his girlfriend or that you hadn’t ever thought about it, not even once. You had thought about it on multiple occasions, in multiple scenarios. It just wasn’t the reality. 

    You were around the corner from your school when Peter turned you around and placed his jacket over your shoulders. “You’re gonna need it,” he said, stepping away from you. 

    “Huh? Why?” In replacement of a proper answer, a verbal one that is, Peter gave you his signature saccharine smile and threw a snowball at you, laughing when you shrieked, your hands flying to zip up his jacket. He was nearly doubled over with laughter when a snowball landed in his hair, the white flakes sticking to his curls and dampening his hair. 

    “Hey!” He exclaimed, wiping the snow off his hair frantically. “I have a look I need to uphold!” He launched another snowball at you, hitting the side of your leg. 

   You threw one back and hit his shoulder, laughing hysterically. “Look? What look, Peter? The disheveled curly mess look?” 

     He stopped, a half made snowball in his hands that was already beginning to melt. “You like it, don’t even lie.”   

   Instead of replying, the way he had done earlier, you chucked another snowball at him, and it was soon a full blown war of flying snow and screams of laughter, messy hair and flushed cheeks and the nothing but the brightest of grins. “We’re gonna be so late, oh my god,” you panted, your hands practically frozen from the amount of snow you had picked up. 

   “We’re geniuses, we’ll deal with it somehow,” he answered, watching your hands. He moved closer, taking his sweater sleeves and pulling them over his hands, then grabbing your hands in his and slipping them underneath his sleeve. “Just ‘cause you’re cold.” When you smiled up at him thankfully, your cold hands squeezing his, Peter knew that if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. You take a step closer to him, because you knew that he’s thinking the same thing you are and you need this, too, but you slip on a sheet of ice. This time, he doesn’t catch you, he falls right down alongside you. You land on your back with a groan and he lands on top of you, hoisting himself up so that he’s able to hover over you. 

     “Y/N, I have to ask,” he sighed, biting his lip, then continued, “why’d you sound so offended when that guy said that we were dating? Would I be that bad to date?” There was a slight pout to his lips as he looked down at you, his hands beginning to shake slightly from the pressure of holding himself up. “’Cause I kind of have a confession to make, depending on your answer.” 

   You place your arms around his waist and he falls down on top of you, his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he wasn’t one to complain about the position he was in. “You’d make a wonderful boyfriend, Peter.” 

   “Your boyfriend, maybe?” He tilted his chin, lips inches away from yours. 

   “I could get behind that.” Soft lips met yours, but Peter was smiling so hard he could barely do it right. Your hands moved to his face, tracing over his dimple. It was perfectly impossible to resist smiling back into the kiss. The snow was still falling, falling, falling, but neither of you deigned to move. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes, face still bright. 

   You continued your walk to Midtown holding hands this time, well aware that you were twenty minutes late but too blissed out on the kiss to even pretend to care. “I like being called darling.” 

   “What?” 

   “If we’re gonna do the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing, you need to call me darling.” You paused. “It’s my kink.” 

   He knew you were joking around with him, but he still shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You said weird stuff like that all the time, it was no different now than it had been yesterday, except this time he was your boyfriend, and if it was going to make you happy, he’d call you darling for the rest of your life. “I could get behind that.” 

tags : @spideyyss @parkerroos @toms-spidey @captainswriting @ladysnowren @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @focused-on-holland @marvelsdaughter @amatory-horan @iusethistoreadfanfics @bihaza @theclonewarss @skymoonandstardust

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Ten

Summary: You continue to bond with the Ackles family, and start to spend more time at the Padaleckis after reading through twitter. When Jared and Jensen fly out for AHBL and you stay behind with Gen and Danneel, you start to doubt your parenting capabilities.
Words: 4.4k (4.8k with tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep (mentioned Misha and Mark S)
Warnings: angst-y, cliffhanger-y ending
Beta: @blacksiren​​ (creds for the insta post)

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Babysitting JJ was the best.

Over your last visits to Austin, you’d built up a good bond with her, and spending a full day with just the two of you was a lot of fun.

She wanted to talk about the baby, and you were surprised at how much knowledge she had on pregnancy.

To be honest, she probably knew more than you did.

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Another Chance

Summary: The reader ends up on a double date with Dean. Will they have a good time or will they drive themselves and everyone else crazy?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,979


“I can’t do this. I’m leaving your ass here. Call me when you need to be picked up!” You declare strongly, ignoring the sheer panic flashing across your best friend’s pretty features.

“Don’t you dare. Let’s go!” Jenny huffs theatrically, grabbing a hold of your bicep and refusing to set you free.

“I did not agree to this.” You whine dramatically making your best friend suddenly shoot daggers at you.

“You agreed to go on this double date! Come on, Y/N. This is my first date with Sam and I’m really nervous. I need a buffer.”

“I figured my date would be someone I actually like. Sam has so many cute friends and he picked his god damn brother. What the fuck?”

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Do Better (2)

Originally posted by fiveguysfiction

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! This is kind of a build up chapter.


Eggsy stopped by the police station every morning for the next three days to check if you had been released yet. Each time he was met with disappointment that you had refused to utilize the help he had provided you with.  Here you were stuck in jail, and all you had to do was call that number, yet for some reason you refused and he couldn’t understand why.

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The Ballad of Captain Jackass Sparrow (aka: Two Bards and a Mutiny)

Context: The session we’re playing is called the Shaded Isles and is a homebrew gothic pirate adventure that has been lovingly crafted. Our party consists of a Goliath Rogue (Vendran), a Human Bard (Ash), a Lizardfolk Ranger (Jesk), a Tiefling Warlock (Flotsam), and a Kenku Bard (LimeWire). We’ve been hired as mercs to guard this unknown cargo from the small port we’re in to somewhere in the Shaded Isles (a group of islands supposedly cursed and definitely frequented by lycans) and our employer (a smarmy asshole of a man named Patrik) refuses to tell us what the cargo is, or let us see it. On our first day aboard the Albatross (named by one of the players), someone is seen floating in the water. We pull them up and they are resuscitated, only to be run through by Patrik, who looks us deadass in the eyes and says “No one can be allowed below deck. No survivors. No quarter will be given.”

At this point, most of us fucking hate him in-character as well as out of character and we’ve been colloquially referring to him as ‘Captain Jackass Sparrow’. Then we run into a pirate ship that is p much confirmed to be run by werewolves, one of which LimeWire (a pirate themself) recognizes as a really famous pirate captain. That’s when Capt. Jackass shoves his foot right down his gullet.

The lycans have done nothing but get close for boarding. He draws his blade–silvered–and yells “GIVE NO QUARTER!”

LimeWire (casting a p competent Vicious Mockery with an accordion after pretty much committing mutiny): YOU TWILIGHT ASS DISCOBALL MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT ASS BLOODSUCKER FUCKING DICKBACK USELESS MUDIR SIR!!!

(I should mention that, at this point, it’s almost confirmed by word of DM that Patrik is a vampire.)

…not too much later…

Vendran: *picks up Patrik and carries him towards the pirate ship*

LimeWire (OOC): oh….oohhhhhH!!!!

Ash (OOC): OH NOOOOO!

Jesk (OOC) *laughing loudly*

DM: *cackling*

Ash: I’m…I’m gonna cast Vicious Mockery as well.

DM: Are you sure? Cause-cause he still hasn’t had his turn and he has disadvantage from LimeWire’s Vicious Mocker.

Ash: Psychic Damage though…

DM: …fair point. Patrik rolled horribly so have at it. What’s your insult?

Ash: *inhale* *in a scottish accent* You’re going down, Mr. Stupid Hat-Wearing, Rat-Face, Butter Knife-Wielding, Clype-Dreep-Bachle, Gether-Uping-Blate-Maw, Bleathering, Gomeril, Jessie, Oaf-Looking, Scooner, Nyaff, Plookie, Shan, Milk-Drinking, Shit-Faced Shilpit, Mim-Moothed, Sniveling, Worm-Eyed, Hotten-Blaugh, Vile-Stoochie, Cally-Breek-Tattie!

All of us collectively lose our shit.

DM: are you? Can you say that in six seconds?

Jesk (OOC): Actually, because it deals psychic damage, it’s one second of insult being beamed directly into his head.

LimeWire (OOC): *laughing* That’s like a sniper-bullet of insult!!!

Flotsam (OOC): What????? *laughing*

DM: *laughing* you know what? I’ll allow that. Yeah…thart checks. And he takes how much psychic damage?

Ash: Four.

Side Chick (Part 3)

*Credit to gif owner

Part 1, Part 2

A/N: Thanks to @vanityteeen & @iknowyoufeelme for helping me make sense of all my brainstorming.

Clearly Ria had put two and two together, though she had some suspicion about Calum cheating this fight only seemed to heighten it. Now she was going to the source wanting to hear from your mouth that you were in fact having sex with her boyfriend. “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?” she questioned.

     You were lost for words, mouth parting as you blinked at Ria in surprise. Your gaze turned towards Calum but all he could do was stare at you and Ria. Nearly all eyes were on the two of you now. Already everyone’s phones were recording waiting to see if yet another fight would break out. It had become eerily quiet when she had asked the question and Calum’s friends backed away from you and Ria. “Um-what now?” you asked, not sure if you had heard her correctly. It was only so you could by time to figure out what you were going to say.

“Are you having sex with Calum?” Ria said slowly this time. Her attention turned to Calum now, deciding to ask him as well. “Are you cheating on me with her?” she questioned, voice coming out stronger this time. You felt a gutted sickness and your heart pounded loud in your ears. This was exactly what you were trying to avoid, but no Calum had to get jealous and stir up trouble. Clearly the secret was already out in the open so it made no sense to hide it now.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted, beginning to chew on your bottom lip and shake your head. Ria’s head whipped around fast at your words. “I didn’t intend for anything to happen or to ever actually meet you, but then Calum and I started seeing each other. The first time it happened I didn’t kn-” It was like you had word vomit and Calum’s eyes widened in surprise at the fact that you were confessing. He was quick to make up an excuse gaining his girlfriend’s attention once more. 

“Y/N shut up,” Calum hissed, “Baby she’s lying I-I’m not sleeping with her I promise you.” Calum took a step towards Ria and she backed away from him. He almost looked foolish like a jester that told terrible jokes and never received a laugh from the crowd. You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff of course he was going to cover it up. Ria’s arms crossed over her chest and she looked at Calum pathetically, clearing not believing his words. She was right to have asked you first.

“Then what was that fight about? Because you don’t just go around beating people up, Calum,” she sighed, pointing towards the exit as if she was pointing at Eric, who was long gone by now. “What did Eric mean when he told Y/N to figure out what she had with you? What is it that she has with you, Cal?” Ria was starting to become angry, her voice raising with every word she was saying. You didn’t want to be in her line of fire just in case she started to lash out. Calum had started to stutter and you could tell he was trying hard to figure out what lie he would tell her next. He scratched at the back of his neck, then looked at his friends in a silent plea for help. The other three boys just shook their heads, wanting to stay out of it. 

“Nothings going on I promise you,” Calum said, continuing to stick with his lie. Ria looked at you and you just rolled your eyes once again with a shake of your head. You didn’t feel like hiding things anymore. It was too much to handle and clearly Calum didn’t care about you the way you thought he did. “Eric just insulted me, so ya know I had to make him respect me,” Calum explained, shrugging as if the fight didn’t mean anything to him. 

“Shut up, Calum because you’re so full of shit that I don’t trust anything you say right now,” Ria spat, pointing her finger at him with each word. She was still unconvinced and turned back to you for the truth. “Y/N be honest please. What just happened and did you sleep with him?” she asked again. You looked at Calum with dark eyes and then sighed.

“Yes I’ve been having sex with your boyfriend since September,” you truthfully said. “I admit that I do have feelings for Calum, or at least I thought I did, but clearly from the way he’s lying I don’t mean shit to him. So that’s the truth. Oh and the reason Calum and Eric were fighting was because Calum got jealous.” You were done playing games and in all honesty you wanted your social life back. Sneaking around and not going out to hang with your friends was getting tiring. If you were going to go down because of this then you were going to bring Calum down with you. “I’m sorry Ria. Honestly it wasn’t until after we first hooked up that he told me he had a girlfriend. I know once I had learned that I should have backed off, but I didn’t. All of this was a mistake,” you said. You had started to shake in nervousness and sucked in deep breaths to calm yourself down. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you weren’t exactly sure why you felt like crying. Maybe it was from relief of getting this secret off your chest or the fact that you were scared something bad was going to go down. 

The expression on Ria’s face was hard to read and she nodded at your words. Ria ran a hand through her blue hair and she began to pace for a few seconds and she opened her mouth to say something to you, but then closed it. She paced another few seconds before turning on Calum. Her hands clasped together, pointer fingers pointed up as she placed them against her lips. Ria thought for a moment and she sucked in a deep breath before exhaling. “This whole time you had the audacity to lie to me,” she said to Calum, voice calm as could be. You could see fear flash over his eyes at the sound of her voice. You knew the tone Ria was using. It was a tone so calm that someone knew they had fucked up. “I respect Y/N for telling me the truth, but you-” she pointed at Calum. “You had the chance to tell me the truth and I may have forgiven you because I love you, Calum but no. You chose to continue to lie to me and act as if you had done nothing wrong.” Angry tears had welled up in her eyes and she violently shook her head. 

“Baby I didn’t-I don’t want to lose you. Y/N meant absolutely nothing to me,” Calum said. His words stung you like a bee and you kept on a brave face to act as if what he said didn’t hurt. He reached out to grab her hand and Ria slapped it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Calum I swear,” Ria warned, wiping away her tears. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. Trying to keep as much of her dignity that she had left. “You are ridiculous. Since fucking September, Calum! You’ve been cheating on me for months and I’ve been oblivious to it all. Do you know how stupid that makes me feel? I can’t even look at you!” she had yelled the last part and Calum reached out for her once more. You stood back with your head dropped low. 

“Baby please. Listen just…let’s talk it out. Let’s just work it out and we can get past this,” Calum pleaded. He grabbed her hand once again and that’s when Ria lashed out. She had slapped Calum hard against the face and you winced in second-hand pain as a collective gaps and oohs sounded out around the dining hall. Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you watched Ria kick and punch at Calum. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me!” she said sending hits against his chest. Ria pushed Calum and kept cursing at him as she let her anger out. “You lying piece of shit!” she yelled out, words sounding like they were mixed with tears. Calum kept backing up, trying to block her blows. Finally Calum’s friends decided to jump in and Ashton pulled Ria away from Calum. “FUCK YOU, CALUM!” she shouted, wiggling about in the wavy haired boy’s arms. You were hit with regret as Ria began to break down crying in Ashton’s arms. Her anger being sucked out of her as the sadness took control. It was hard to watch and you grabbed your bags no longer wanting to witness the end of a relationship that you had partial credit for causing. 

“Y/N wait,” Calum said, reaching out to grab your hand and stop you from leaving. You yanked it away and shook your head at him. 

“No Calum. I mean absolutely nothing to you remember? So lose my number and don’t ever talk to me again. I’m done with this,” you demanded. You didn’t allow him to say anything else and quickly left. You felt terrible and needed to sleep away both the pain and guilt.

     Deandra had yanked the covers off of you making you whine out. “Leave me be!” you yelled, trying to grab the covers from her. Your room was nearly pitch dark. Only source of light being from your laptop with sad music playing. Your best friend had gotten fed up with the pity party you had been having, so she took it upon herself to end it. 

“No! This ends today. Y/N it’s been a week and you’re still crying over what happened!?!” she scoffed, jumping on your bed. “Get. Your. Ass. Up!” Deandra said, pushing on your body. “Calum was an ass anyway you don’t need him!” she reminded you. You groaned in annoyance and stretched in your spot. Your friend’s face scrunched up as she got a whiff of you. “And take a fucking shower, Y/N,” she said, covering her nose. You rolled over and gave her a small glare.

“I don’t smell that bad,” you said, lifting your arm up to smell at your armpit. You reared back and sighed. “Fine I’ll take a shower, but you can’t force me to leave this house,” you grumbled, trying to gain the energy to get out of bed. You hadn’t left the house unless it was for a class. Avoiding both Calum and Eric when it came to the class that the three of you shared. Though it didn’t matter since Calum had missed class twice over the week. You had wondered if Calum was sulking over losing his girlfriend or if he was thinking of you. Even if he was it thinking about you, it wasn’t going to change anything. Calum obviously didn’t respect you, so why should you continue to sleep with him. He was never going to see you as more than his side chick and you had to end it. You felt much better after your shower. Slipping into some fresh clothes and meeting Deandra in the kitchen. 

“Feeling any better?” she questioned, sliding the pizza box over to you so you could have a slice. You gave her a smile and grabbed a slice. 

“Much better,” you hummed, biting into the tomato sauce and cheese treat. You grabbed another slice and made your way into the living room. “I feel so bad for what happened,” you told Deandra, curling up on the couch and staring at the television with a vacant expression. “All of this could’ve been avoided if I hadn’t talked to Calum that night.” Deandra frowned at your words and her hand reached out to rub your back in a comforting manner. 

“Things happen and you either learn from your mistakes and move on or you wallow in sadness,” she said, “Y/N you’re stronger than this and if Calum couldn’t see how amazing you are that’s his fault. Besides he’s a cheater and from experience I know cheaters never change.” You nodded at her words and took another bite out of your pizza. “Also didn’t you say Eric had kissed you? That boy is fine as hell and you need to give him a call,” she pressed. You smiled at the thought of Eric. He liked you a lot and though you had been avoiding him for the past week it looked as if he was still holding on to hope that you two would be together. 

“I don’t know. Would he even want to be with me knowing what I did?” you questioned, chewing on your bottom lip in nervousness. Deandra jumped up from the couch and you watched as she ran to your room. She came back seconds later with your phone in hand.

“You never know until you ask,” she said, “So I suggest you invite him over for an impromptu date.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you shook your head. 

“I can’t do that,” you said, wanting to back out at the idea.

“Oops I already called him,” Deandra smirked, putting the phone up to her hear. It rang twice before Eric picked up and she tossed your phone over to you when he said the first hello. “Answer him,” she whispered in a hiss. You glared at her still hearing Eric say hello through the phone. “Y/N!” she whined loudly, quickly covering her mouth. You sighed and placed the phone up to your ear.

“Uh h-hey, Eric,” you hesitantly said, leg beginning to bounce up and down at the nerves.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s good to hear from you,” Eric said. You could hear the smile in his voice and it eased your nerves. “How have you been?” he questioned. 

“I’ve been alright. What about you?” you asked, waving your hand in a “go away” gesture at Deandra as she whispered for you to ask him to come over. Eric let out a low chuckle and he sighed. 

“Other than nursing a black eye I’ve been great,” he told you. Your face scrunched up at his words as the image of Calum punching Eric flashed in your mind. “Y/N I’m really glad you called,” Eric said, his tone sounding serious this time. “I uh-I heard what had happened after I left. It’s good that you came clean to Ria,” he said. You nodded and let out a shaky breath.

“It was hard and really scary, but yeah its all over,” you muttered. Silence filled the line between you both and you let out another sigh.

“Hey I was wondering-”

“Do you want to come over?” The both of you had talked over the other and you laughed. “I was thinking an impromptu date,” you said, using the words your best friend had said. Your heart began to hammer against your chest as you waited for Eric to respond.

“That sounds great-I can bring the take out?” he suggested, you grinned at his words which made Deandra jump around in her spot, quietly cheering. 

“Bring Chinese and I’ll love you forever,” you joked, your heart fluttering this time instead. Eric’s laughter filled the line and he agreed to your words. “Okay then I’ll see you soon,” you smiled, feeling giddy as ever. You hung up the phone and grinned at Deandra. The two of you stared at one another for a few seconds before screaming in delight. 

“See I knew he was still into you!” she said, playfully nudging you. “I’m gonna get dressed and take this pizza with me to Liza’s place. You have fun…but not too much fun,” she winked racing to leave the apartment before Eric got there. You decided to stay in what you were wearing, wanting to look simple for a date that was just chill. Not too long after Deandra had left there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see Eric standing on your doorstep with a smile on his face. 

“Chinese as promised,” he said, raising the bag up to show you. “And um I got you these,” Eric said, producing his other hand from behind his back to show you the flowers. “I wasn’t sure which ones were your favorite so I grabbed the lilies,” he admitted, slightly hiding behind the bouquet.

“They’re perfect um please come in,” you said, pulling the door open to allow him inside. “Wait just a sec. Before this date starts I have to know you are in fact single right? No significant other at all?” you questioned, wanting to make sure you weren’t stepping into the role of side chick once again. 

“Don’t worry I am available. Only person that has ever caught my eye was you,” Eric confessed. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and bit onto your bottom lip to stop the grin that was spreading out on your face. You were glad to hear those words. Knowing you had truly found someone right for you. Even though you ended things with Calum you still somehow found your happy ending. The result of a bad event led to something good. Never again will you be anyone’s side chick. Deciding the title of main chick sounded more appealing than ever.

Replaceable Part 4!!

The team were frantic, especially Keith. “Why the absolute fuck, would he just give himself up??” They were all back at the castle, trying to find Lance’s coordinates. “Coran, are you finding anything? No princess! It appears the Blue paladin has deactivated their signal!” Shiro paced around the room, eyes wild. “Do we have any information where he could be or why the quiznak he sacrificed himself at the drop of a hat?!” Pidge rushed forward, stumbling slightly. “I don’t know if this will help anything, but remember when I installed new cameras in the castle? Maybe they caught something that will help us!” Keith picked her up and twirled her around. “Pidge, you’re a genius!! Let’s go find those tapes!” The team rushed to their newly installed camera room. Pidge jumped into the rolly chair, spinning and sliding herself right in front of the control panel, tapping away madly. “Okay, let’s start at the beginning of the week. If you see Lance doing anything unusual, tell me!” The team watched the screen as images flickered by, re-telling the memories of the week before. Allura pursed her lips. “Nothing seems out of the ordinary. You’ve got Pidge in the living quarters with her laptop, Shiro is with me, Hunk is in the kitchen, Keith is in the training room, and Coran appears to be working on our map-” “There!” The team sees Lance enter the room with Coran. “Coran, did you and Lance talk about anything?” Coran flushed and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, Lance was talking, but I was so focused on fixing the map, I didn’t really hear what he was saying. I apologized and asked him to tell me again, but he said it wasn’t important.” “Pidge, let’s just watch and see what he was saying. It may help us solve this mess.”
~~~~~
“Am I…replaceable?” They watched Lance pause. “…Coran?” “Oh, I’m sorry my boy! I guess a got a little too distracted with the map. What were you saying? I’m afraid I missed it.” “It’s okay, Coran. It was nothing important anyways.” The team gawked in horror as they watched Lance walk to his room, tears streaming down his face. Coran wasn’t in much better shape. His face was pale with guilt, running his fingers through his hair. “H-he trusted me with his inner most thoughts and emotions..and I just cast him aside like it was nothing.” Allura rest a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright Coran. You didn’t mean for-” “Shit.” The team turned to Keith. “Keith..?” Keith’s head was lowered and he was slightly shaking. “Shit. Shit. SHIT!” “Keith!!” Keith snapped his head up, tears spilling from his eyes, drilling to the floor. “Pidge, turn the cameras to yesterday back where I yelled at Lance during that meeting!” Pidge gave Keith and nod and did as such. The team watched as Keith repeated the harsh words he spoke to Lance, this time flinching with every insult that was thrown. The tears from Keith’s eyes spilled faster as he clenched his hands. “All those things I said to him. It just confirmed what he was thinking about himself. I made him think that I didn’t care about him, that I hated him, but that couldn’t be farther away from the truth.” “Pidge?” Allura spoke softly. “Can you show us where Lance went after that?” Pidge gave her a grim nod and took them to the camera in Lance’s room. Hunk and Pidge began to lightly cry as they watched the camera. They miserably watched as Lance began to sob, chocking on gasps, and watching him fight for consciousness. As Lance began to crawl to his bed, Keith let a broken, “Cut it off, please. I-I can’t watch anymore.” The team stared at the now black screen. Hunk was now fully sobbing as Keith let silent tears fall from his cheeks. Shiro turned and started to walk out of the room. “Come on team. We created this mess, and now it’s time for us to fix it.” Shiro turned to face them, jaw clenched. “Let’s bring back our teammate.”

kim jaehwan|enemies to lovers

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member: kim jaehwan
genre: fluffy 
summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! jaehwan and you were rivals from the moment both of you set in high school but you never expected him to audition for the female lead role in the play AND GET IT??!! but one late night some paint, confessions and kisses a lot can change
requested: not really?
enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoopark jihoon | kim jaehwan


  • you look at the cast list in absolute shock and disgust 
  • the realisation of what’s happened slowly dawned on you
  • and before you know it you scream 
  • “KIM JAEHWAN IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!”
  • jaehwan looks at you like a deer in headlights
  • he takes one look at the list and smirks and gives a little scoff
  • from that small action you snapped 
  • he realised that the moment you started to sprint towards him
  • “oh fucking shit” was the last three words he said before you chased him all around the school
  • you guys got all the way to the cafeteria with him sweating buckets and you screaming insults at him
  • right before you got to him you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist
  • you whip your head around to see minhyun 
  • and he said to you in his most soothing voice he said to you
  • “y/n calm down doing anything to jaehwan won’t help" 
  • you were glaring daggers at minhyun for being right but you did relax slightly 
  • and before you could reply back jaehwan bluntly said to you while panting 
  • "wow y/n you really are fucking crazy it’s only a stupid school play what the fuck is wrong with you?" 
  • you could feel the prickle in your eyes and all you wanted to do was slap jaehwan 
  • but you couldn’t instead you just whispered "fuck you” and you cringed as you could hear the hurt in your voice 
  • and before anyone could utter a sound you walked out of there with everyone looking at you 
  • you could hear jisung berating jaehwan in the distance 
  • but you didn’t care one single bit and the moment you got to the bathroom you sobbed your heart out 
  • you knew jaehwan was right it was a stupid school play but to you it was the chance for a scholarship and an actual decent future in music/drama 
  • and of course that chance was snatched up by mr golden music student 
  • jaehwan and you had been rivals from the moment you guys entered in high school
  • choirs, plays, musicals, bands anything related to music or drama 
  • you guys would compete for the solo, top spot, first selection and the list went on 
  • it was always pretty tense between you two
  • this was the last year of high school for both of you
  • and your one and only chance to get a scholarship to major music at university 
  • you thought that you’d have the female lead role no problem
  • but you didn’t expect jaehwan to audition
  • he stupidly auditioned for the female role for a bet with sungwoon, daniel and seongwoo 
  • and the fact that he got the role even though he was a guy 
  • and that you became his understudy killed you 
  • you knew he didn’t care about the play he’d barely practice his lines but get away with everything because of his angelic voice 
  • especially since it was a musical 
  • and he’d have no trouble getting into a university since he didn’t have any financial problems like you 
  • you knew without a scholarship there’s no way in hell you could major music in any university 
  • so the rivalry between you and jaehwan that day completely cemented into plain hatred 
  • the next few weeks between were hell for anyone around you two
  • both of you were stubborn loud and extremely annoying
  • usually he’d start it with something like 
  • “oh poor y/n studying MY lines” he’d mock as he saw you reading the leads line
  • you coldy laughed and replied “i’ve already learnt them i’m just waiting to tell you when you fuck up”
  • he then childly stuck his tongue out and you’d just cocked an eyebrow 
  • “you were supposed to hit a G not a G#” you’d smirk and he’d retort
  • “fuck off you can’t even reach a 3rd octave C” making you blush slightly then your scoff and walk away
  • the teasing was constant and sometimes you couldn’t help it you had to smile at his witty remarks 
  • “how’s the dress??”
  • “very aerated i think the costume adjuster had a bit of a shock when i wasn’t wear underwear in a white sheer dress” he said with a cheeky smile
  • it took every little bit of you not to laugh your ass off but you were grinning widely
  • jaehwan unbeknownst to him was smiling brightly at the extremely pretty smile you were currently wearing 
  • and your heart fluttered seeing him looking right at you
  • both of you were cursing yourselves in your head 
  • you realised that even though jaehwan said it was a stupid school play 
  • he was working his ass off
  • reaching every note and reciting every line basically flawlessly 
  • you were genuinely surprised about how much effort he was putting in
  • but worried since there was no chance you would catch the attention of the scouts with him performing 
  • jaehwan knew you thought of him as a lazy ass and sometimes he was
  • but this time he wanted to do well 
  • a little voice in his head was saying that it was to impress you but he completely disregarded that fact 
  • over the few weeks jaehwan started to realise how different you were from before 
  • before you’d radiate with confidence and expressed yourself 
  • now you kept to yourself
  • he felt kinda shitty because he knew it was not getting the role
  • but he genuinely had no idea why you were so upset about not getting it 
  • so one late night when both of you were the last ones at the auditorium he planned to ask you 
  • you were painting one of the backdrops
  • you jumped in fright when jaehwan said hey
  • you couldn’t help but appreciate how good he looked in a white button up and fitted jeans 
  • “done checking me out yet?” jaehwan said with a little triumphant smirk
  • “i wasn’t!!” you retorted with a deep red blush on your cheeks
  • you continued “what do you want”
  • jaehwan asked “i wanted to know why not getting the lead role bothered you so much?”
  • you were confused at why he was asking this and you automatically became defensive
  • “why? so you can tease me with the reason now?”
  • jaehwan shook his head “no i’m genuinely curious and concerned” he said the last bit so quietly thinking you won’t hear 
  • but you did and you blushed and your heart skipped a beat 
  • then you realised 
  • kim jaehwan cared about you 
  • and you didn’t hate it at all, surprisingly you felt all warm and fuzzy 
  • and before you know it you told him why
  • “basically this is the my last chance to get a scholarship and without it i can’t get into any universities to major in music but there’s absolutely no chance i can get it now" 
  • a shot of guilt went through jaehwan he felt really bad now but he was also slightly confused 
  • "but aren’t you parents well off enough to send you without scholarship or financial aid” he asked 
  • “yeah they are but they don’t support my music career at all and they want me to do law or medicine or something like that” you said with a stone cold voice 
  • he swore, his parents were super supportive he couldn’t imagine what it was like for you 
  • he needed to do something and he already had an idea but he needed to wait for tomorrow to do it
  • surprising himself he didn’t want to leave you 
  • “do you need some help?” jaehwan asked
  • you knew how late it was and wanted to refuse but it would take hours to finish this by yourself so you gratefully accepted
  • “thank you really” you smiled softly at him
  • and he smiled back 
  • he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked smiling 
  • for a few minutes you two were in comfortable silence but you suddenly felt some cold white paint on your cheek
  • you look at him in fake shock with him grinning cheekily
  • “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT JAEHWAN!!!" 
  • the next thirty minutes became basically a paint fight it was so much fun for both of you and jaehwan kept on making you laugh 
  • "NOT THE HAIR DONT YOU DARE TOUCH THE HAIR!!!” jaehwan screamed as you evilly smirked at him with a paintbrush in your hand
  • you couldn’t help but throw your head back laughing at his high pitched scream 
  • at that moment jaehwan swiped his paintbrush with blue paint across your shirt 
  • he then started sprinting and you went straight after him
  • he suddenly stopped and you ran straight into him toppling the both of you onto the ground 
  • with you on top of him
  • “i’m so sorry” you said embarrassed before you were completely silenced
  • as jaehwan tried to wipe some paint of your lips saying “you have a little something there”
  • with your noses nearly touching
  • you felt like your heart would actually burst out of your chest  
  • he couldn’t help but glance at your lips
  • and before you knew it both of you were leaning in
  • and your lips met a warm pair of soft lips 
  • your kiss with jaehwan was long slow and really sweet
  • during the whole thing you were just melting into a puddle 
  • you two eventually part and end up lying on the floor
  • you quietly asked “did that really actually happen?”
  • “i think it did” he whispered still in shock
  • but before you both knew it you both burst into laughing rolling around clutching your stomachs
  • “this is so bloody ironic how would i have ever known that i’d kiss my absolute rival"you chuckled 
  • "hey! admit it was good though” jaehwan said smirking 
  • “never” you say cooly with a cheeky smile 
  • “oh you’re gonna pay for that” jaehwan said with a huge smile on his face
  • he stood up and so did you the moment you did 
  • he quickly you again kissed you sweetly 
  • then continued to peck you everywhere 
  • making you giggle and tell him to stop
  • by the end of it both of you were sporting the widest grins 
  • you guys finished the backdrop with quick kisses and flirty teasing 
  • you guys went home in clothes with paint marks everywhere 
  • jaehwan came into the guys shared appartement at 3 in the morning
  • “KIM JAEHWAN YOU BETTER GIVE ME A GOOD ASS REASON WHY YOURE SO LATE!!!” jisung yelled 
  • jaehwan winced 
  • and he spot basically all the older guys looking at him with smirks and curious faces 
  • he huffed and puffed before he hesitantly said “i went on a date with y/n??”
  • all the guys roared with laughter at this and sungwoon replied “stop bullshitting us jaehwan what did you actually do”
  • jaehwan adamantly replied “I DID!! it wasn’t an official date but we did kiss, multiple times" 
  • the guys were SHOOK 
  • and minhyun spoke up "wait it’s true that y/n had to stay to paint the backdrop and jaehwan’s covered in paint???" 
  • "but jaehwan and y/n they were screaming insults at each other just yesterday” seongwoo disbelievingly said 
  • “wait so basically all your hatred for each other was you guys trying to mask your feelings and the sexual chemistry finally exploded??” daniel asked
  • “i guess so when you put it that way” jaehwan replied hesitantly 
  • all the guys collectively went “shit" 
  • it was just a few moments of silence 
  • before daniel burst into a loud song and dance 
  • "JAEHWAN WONT DIEEEE ALONEEEEE”
  • seongwoo automatically joined singing  "LIKE WE ALL THOUGHT HE WOU-oooo-LD" 
  • “but we don’t know that yet~~~~” sungwoon finished with a trill
  • “YAH!!! IM NOT THAT BAD” jaehwan replied 
  • “you totally are” jisung butted him smiling at the guys singing the song over and over again 
  • but jaehwan turned his focus to minhyun “hyung you said you didn’t want to do the play anymore right?” he said
  • “yeah wh??” minhyun replied
  • “well if i could take your spot as the male lead that means y/n can take the spot as female lead” jaehwan pleaded
  • “wow he really is whipped” seongwoo interrupted smirking making jaehwan flip him off
  • “what about the bet though?” minhyun asked he remembered the guys promising jaehwan $1000 if he went through with this
  • “i don’t fucking care about that y/n needs the role to get a scholarship since her parents aren’t even providing a single dollar for her” he retorted 
  • minhyun smiled softly at his response
  • he wanted to make sure jaehwan properly liked you
  • you and him were really good friends and he couldn’t help but be protective
  • “well if that’s the case i’ll quit tomorrow” minhyun said with a smile 
  • you entered the rehearsal nervous after what happened yesterday night 
  • you had no idea if jaehwan actually liked you
  • and you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache as you thought of that
  • last night after hours of tossing and turning you knew you were 100% already falling for him
  • you were way before yesterday
  • it was since you guys started to compete with each other you always couldn’t help but admire his skills and his easy going humour not to mention his adorable good looks
  • but last night you finally got to take the rivalry out of the equation
  • and maybe have something more
  • just at that moment you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist
  • “miss me??” jaehwan said sweetly in your ear
  • you quickly turned around and responded with a smile “i never knew you were this coupley with girls you don’t like”
  • jaehwan looked at you incredously and said “i’m not, only with the girls i really like”
  • you said acting puzzled “then why are you with me”
  • he smiled softly saying “you idiot it’s because i like you" 
  • your heart couldn’t help but flutter at his words you shyly smiled
  • but before you could say anything 
  • the drama teacher came up to you two 
  • "y/n since minhyun dropped out, jaehwan will be taking his place and you’ll be taking jaehwan’s place as female lead, is that alright?" 
  • your mouth dropped and you quickly blurted out "of course thank you so much!”
  • she smiled and said “i think you need to thank the guy who you have your arms around”  
  • you turned to face jaehwan with shocked eyes and him grinning 
  • “you did this for me?” you whispered 
  • “of course what did i tell you i like you a lot y/n” he replied sweetly 
  • he continued “plus minhyun didn’t really want to continue so it was an easy decision" 
  • before you could help yourself you gave him a long deep kiss
  • "thank you if you want anything just tell me okay?” you said gratefully 
  • jaehwan suggestively said “one thing actually”
  • you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “it’s been a few seconds and you’re already asking for favours” you say jokingly 
  • “well it’s only one thing sooooo you can shut up or i’ll shut you up myself” he said with a suggestive wink making you laugh and hit him lightly and said to him “just spill”
  • “y/n will you be my girlfriend???” he said much more nervously then he would of liked too
  • you were shocked like you felt like your heart literally stopped
  • but you knew you already were in deep, you fell for him ages ago but just didn’t realise till now 
  • so without hesitant you smiled widely and said sweetly “yes of course i will" 
  • jaehwan felt like he was on top of the world as he spun you around and you were giggling
  • everyone was wolf whistling and applauding as jaehwan kissed you again 
  • both of you kept stopping to smile
  • making your heart feel ridiculously soft 
  • the next few months was probably the best few months of your life
  • the rivalry with jaehwan turned into the best relationship you could imagine
  • you were basically radiating in happiness
  • add the preparation for the musical was running so smoothly 
  • and everyone said except jaehwan of course that you were better as the female lead
  • he is main everything 
  • it was the night of the play and the auditorium was packed 
  • so many people attending were attending since your school was one of the best private schools in the country and the end of year plays so many famous alumni and scouts come 
  • you were getting last minute jitters but jaehwan was calming you down
  • "what if i miss a note? or mess up one of my lines?” you said pacing backstage waiting for your cue
  • “y/n sweetheart calm down” jaehwan said calmly wrapping his arms around you
  • you instantly calmed down in his arms they were warm safe and your favourite place to be 
  • stroking your hair jaehwan whispered softly “you’ll be amazing you always are that’s why i fell for you so many years ago when you were the first one to go up in music class and completely amazed everyone it’s the same thing today you’ll be amazing to the point they’ll never let them forget your name" 
  • it was the first time jaehwan ever said something so sincere and sweet to you
  • "i love you jaehwan” you said for the first time in your relationship 
  • he looked at you shocked but broke out into the most heart warming grin 
  • “i love you too y/n now show everyone how amazing my girl is” he said kissing your forehead and another quick peck of your lips
  • with a huge smile and a new found confidence 
  • you killed it and so did jaehwan both of you were bloody brilliant
  • when it was both of your turns to bow everyone was giving you both a standing ovation
  • after looking taking off your costumes and makeup you left backstage to find your parents 
  • both of your parents were so proud of you
  • but what your parents said to you made you feel on the top of the world “we wanted to tell you we’ll allow, support and pay for you to major in music we saw you today and we can’t deny the huge amount of talent you have" 
  • you basically broke out in tears and hugged them so tightly but you were interrupted by a voice 
  • "i’m so sorry to interrupt but i overheard your conversation and i’d like to offer both of you a spot at juilliard that performance was the best i’ve seen in a while” said a male in an impeccable suit 
  • both of you were so shocked and you managed to squeak out "thank you so much" 
  • he grinned wryly "you both deserve it” he said handing you two his business card saying to give him a call when you made your decision 
  • with shaking hands both of you accepted 
  • jaehwan looks at you in disbelief “we’re going to juilliard, we’re going to juilliard, WE’RE GOING TO JULLIARD!!!” he finishes screaming in his famous vocals 
  • everyone around you winced at the his voice but you didn’t care you were just so so happy 
  • he whisked you up and spun you around you were laughing happily
  • as he set you down he looked at you with an adoring set of eyes
  • “we’re going to juilliard jaehwan together we’re going to blow everyone socks off” you say still smiling brightly and eyes twinkling
  • in typical jaehwan style he cheekily retorted “i think i can speed that process up”
  • you look at him confused but your confusion quickly disappeared 
  • as everyone proceeded to clap and with a few shouts from the wanna one guys 
  • “HELL YES!!” “DAMNNNNNN" 
  • as jaehwan proceeded to kiss your socks off

WOOHOO YESS FINALLY 4TH INSTALLEMENT OF THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS SERIES i really hope y’all liked it because i worked my ass off for this fic like i spent hours on this anyways i think i’m going to do guanlin next WHICH IM SO EXCITED FOR so look forward to that!!!

love you all don’t be afraid to message me or just send me an anon!!

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Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natasha (OFC), Rosie (OFC - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (kinda - not really), low self esteem, language, slight violence.       

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This was supposed to be a gif blurb for a gif @chaos-and-the-calm67 send me. It was born out of two conversations I had today. One with @percywinchester27 and one with @mysupernaturalfics - who is also the sweet angel… really more like demon spawn but… she did beta on short notice. :P

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You felt a knot form in your stomach when you saw her. You had feared something had been going on between the new PA Natasha and your husband. You had never brought it up to him, because saying it would make it real. It wasn’t that he had ever really done anything to make you doubt him, but the way she was giggling and touching him every chance she got, it would upset you more than you cared to admit. You justified his actions in your mind. Jensen was gorgeous and out of your league.  You had gained weight and you were feeling less than confident about the way you looked. Especially after having your daughter.You tried telling yourself you couldn’t blame him for going elsewhere to get his needs filled.

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Devil's Eyes

Pairing: Devil!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Devil au, soulmate au

Warning: slight language

Soulmate au: Only the soulmate of the devil can see the devil

!Do not repost!

Status: Finished Taehyung Ver Jungkook Ver

You always seen him. Wandering around, glancing into the distance, detached from this world. You often see him with wounds scattered all over his pale body, his clothes ripped, and yet the next day he looked completely fine. You thought that he was some sort of gang member, but then again, you did not want to assume.

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just a little bit of love (is all you really need) | pjm

summary: jimin’s something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add. 
{gymnastics!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 4.5k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: inspired by this post which, if you see my tags, is pretty much this entire fic laid out straight up. i power wrote this before a football game, so it’s unedited. also, flexible jimin?????

Jimin’s always kind of been flexible. He remembers playing in the park with his brother when he was three, jumping around and playing as three-year-olds do, when his brother taught him how to do somersaults in the grass. That summer, any time Jimin was presented with a flat surface in front of him longer than two meters, he’d do somersaults over and over and over, to the point where his neck would be sore and his head would be dizzy, and he loved it.

The following autumn was when his mother decided that enough was enough, and that if Jimin was going to be tumbling around the carpet in her house, she might as well get him into lessons where he can tumble elsewhere and get good at it. So she signed him up for toddler’s gymnastics at the local gymnastics center, and by the time he turned four that October, he was somersaulting like a pro.

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1) “I mean, it’s bad enough that you lied to me.” They fixed the other with a look - the nail driving into the corkboard. “But the fact that you didn’t even do it well is insulting.”

….

A) “Don’t worry, I forgive you,” they murmured later. Their head tilted as the other looked hopeful, desperately so. “See - that’s how you lie. Take some tips.”

….

B) “I’m sure I’ll get better with practice,” the other replied. Shoulders squared with defiance.

They laughed, mirthlessly, at that.

C) “Maybe I was secretly hoping you would catch me out.”

“Right now,” they kept up a light voice. “I don’t want anything to do with you at all, let alone to catch you. It’s bad hygiene to touch pieces of shit.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your re-tellings so much! can you re-tell my favourite norse myth? it's the one about Sleipnir *grins*

I have a confession to make here. I was supposed to do this one back in May, but real life took over and it did not occur. However, it has totally occurred now. Look at it occurring right here. 

If you don’t want to read a poorly retold tale about the perils of freelance masonry, press J on your keyboard to skip it now, as this is a long post. Facts and whatnot under the Read More, as usual!

Why I can’t watch War Horse

OK, so. This story is set right at the start, when all the worlds are new and the Æsir have just built Valhalla and Justin Bieber hasn’t completed his metamorphosis from tiny tween poptart to unthinkable eldritch monstrosity. It’s a long time ago, that’s what I’m saying. Anyway, one day, the Æsir are just hanging around, doing stuff that Æsir like to do on their days off, like getting drunk and eating meat and braiding each other’s hair, when this huge dude just walks right up to them and clears his throat. The Æsir are like “who even are you? This is our super special hall of alcohol and raw animal flesh, you can’t just waltz in here like someone’s maiden auntie. If Thor were here, he’d totally go upside your head with his super special hammer, but luckily for you, he’s off fighting trolls, so we’ll just probably kill you with axes and shit.”

At that, the dude raises his hands in surrender and he’s like “yo guys, I’m not a frost giant. That is the absolute last thing that I am. If you were to make a list of 10 things that I am, ‘frost giant’ would not even be anywhere near that list. It would probably be on a list called something like ’10 things I am definitely not, 100%’. But hey, I’ll forgive the insult, because I’m selling and you’re buying, and what I am selling is a building opportunity, and that is also what you are buying” and the Æsir are like “that was a very confusing sales pitch, could you maybe elaborate further and possibly include some salient details, like your rates and your certificate of incorporation and maybe what you’re actually talking about” and the builder guy is all “well, what I am talking about is a giant wall” and the Æsir are like “oh my us, we fucking love giant walls, please lubricate our godly ears with more of your sweet honey tales” and the builder puffs up his impressive chest and says “I will elaborate fully in just a few moments, but firstly can I just check something? Did you say that Thor wasn’t here?” and the Æsir do one big synchronised nod and they’re all “he’s off killing trolls, which is probably a euphemism for killing frost giants and also trolls” and the builder is like “sweet, in that case, let me make you an offer that you can’t refuse, or at the very least an offer that you can absolutely refuse but that you would regret refusing until your dying day”.

So, the builder launches into this amazing sales pitch, with a flow chart and a graph and some stickers in the shape of smiley faces and stars, and at the end of it, he summarises his pitch by saying “so, in conclusion, I am offering to build you a very big wall in order to keep out trolls and frost giants and double glazing salesman, and all I’m asking for in return is the sun and the moon and also Freyja” and the Æsir are like “this is a very reasonable offer, we’ll consider it” and Freyja is like “hang on, can we maybe negotiate his rates, this seems a bit steep to me” and the Æsir are all “Freyja, with all due respect, you know absolutely nothing about the economy” and Freyja says “no, but seriously, can we maybe just talk about this for a moment, because I don’t think we’re getting a very good deal here, there must be a competitive market for wall building” and the Æsir are about to silence her again when Loki stands up. He raises his hands benevolently and he’s all “guys, I’m the best at negotiation here – I think we can all appreciate the time I managed to negotiate Thor into wearing a dress” and the others are like “when did that happen?” and he’s all “well, technically it hasn’t happened yet, but mythological canon means that the people hearing this story are probably already aware of it, so let’s gloss over that aspect and just assume that I’m great” and the Æsir just agree, because honestly it’s easier that way.

Loki walks up to the builder and folds his arms, doing his best impression of Lord Sugar before he got all weird and started ranting on Twitter about Piers Morgan and popular East London-based BBC soap operas, and says “we agree to your rates, but we’re going to impose some conditions, and if you don’t meet both of them, you won’t get any payment but we’ll still get to keep the wall. Firstly, you have to complete the work in a single winter, which might sound a bit like a fool’s errand, but remember that this is a Norse myth and it’s basically always winter, so if you think about it, we’re being exceptionally generous. Secondly, you’re not allowed to have any man to help you. Not one single solitary man. Zero men. None at all. Is that clear?” and the builder bites his lip for a moment and asks “so, let me get this straight. I’m not allowed a man to help me?” and Loki narrows his eyes and says “no, not even one” and the builder is like “no man at all? Absolutely 0% of a man? Man to the power of zero, minus one?” and Loki is like “yes, I thought I was very clear on that point if I’m honest” and the builder is like “so I can totally get my magic horse to help me?” and Loki says “ah. Well, you totally diddled me on that one. Ha, I feel embarrassed now. I guess this moment will come back to haunt me in horrendous fashion. Well, we’ve agreed, so it looks like you can have your magic horse, then. Wow, this is going in my diary” and the builder is like “ace, I’ll get to work right away, Freyja is going to look so good on my mantelpiece” and he goes off to begin his work. 

A few months go past, and eventually the winter begins to draw to a close. The wall is nearly finished, because the builder’s horse, Svadilfari, turns out to be absolutely incredible. Like, the builder is quite good – he’s particularly skilled at doing those little cornices that really add an air of sophistication to the even the most functional architecture – but Svadilfari is just something else. He can lift the weight of ten normal horses, pull twenty carts at once, and his masonry is just a textbook example of the craft. By the last week of winter, the wall is hundreds of feet high and absolutely unassailable, and there’s only a tiny gap left to be completed. Obviously, the Æsir are kind of pissed off about this, having grown kind of attached to the sun and the moon and also Freyja, and so they decide to hold a meeting.

At the meeting, Freyja is all “so, are you guys regretting not driving a harder bargain yet?” and the Æsir are like “we are absolutely blameless in this, it was Loki who said he could use the horse” and Loki says “in fairness, it was all a matter of semantics. It could have happened to any devious trickster god” and the Æsir are like “we could probably make a pun here about scapegoats and horses, but instead we’re just going to tell you that it’s up to you to make sure that he doesn’t finish that damn wall” and Loki asks “what exactly will happen if he finishes the wall?” and Freyja is like “I will personally strangle you myself with my bare hands after my unfortunate wedding, because a lifetime in jail is preferable to being married to that man” and Loki is all “fine, I’ll fix it, as per usual. Trickster god? More like fixter god, am I right?” and before the gods can deservedly beat him into a bloody pulp for that pun, he scampers off.

Back at the wall, the builder and the horse are working at a leisurely pace, just trading jokes about Game of Thrones and Stardust and other wall-based pop culture texts, when suddenly Svadilfari catches the scent of some sweet lady horse pheromones. He turns around, dropping an entire load of masonry as he does so, only to see an absolutely goddamn beautiful lady horse standing right behind him. Now, I feel kind of weird describing a horse as beautiful, but you know those pictures of animals that are floating around the internet with comments like ‘this horse is more beautiful than me’ and ‘this cat has eyes like fucking limpid pools’ and ‘where did that chicken get its highlighter from, because that glow is gorgeous’? Just apply those appreciative comments to your mental image of this horse. Being a horse, Svadilfari’s appreciation of this fine equine specimen is much less ‘if I were a horse, I would want to be that one’ and more ‘I am a horse, and I want to mount that one’, and so he chases right after her, leaving the builder alone with a pile of cracked masonry, and he doesn’t come back.

A week passes, and the builder is still struggling to finish the last section of the wall when winter finally ends. The Æsir rush over to him just as he’s putting in one of the last stones, and they say “right, winter is over and there’s still a fucking huge gaping hole in our wall” and the builder blanches and he’s like “it’s not a hole, it’s a feature window” and the Æsir are like “but you promised it would be an impregnable wall, which seems incompatible with feature windows” and the builder is like “well, I was going to fill it with stone just now to make it a secure feature window” and the Æsir are all “so what you’re saying is that you were going to put a stone in that hole” and the builder is like “yes” and the Æsir are like “so you were going to finish building the wall, essentially” and the builder slumps his shoulders and says “in a nutshell, yes” and the Æsir say triumphantly “just so that we’re on the same page here, are you saying that you haven’t finished putting stones into the holes needed to be filled in order to complete the impenetrable wall?” and this is apparently the catalyst for the builder to fly into an absolutely stupendous rage. He starts screaming and swearing like Freyja on a Friday night, and suddenly Loki has a brainwave. He leans over to Freyja and says “did this man ever show us his General Business License?” and Freyja shakes her head, and Loki is like “what about his certificate of VAT incorporation?” and Freyja shrugs, and Loki says “not even his IRS form W-9?” and Freyja whispers “literally nothing, now can you stop talking? I’m trying to get some tips on how to have a terrifying temper tantrum, you just can’t read about this shit” and Loki is like “listen, I have very good reason to believe that this man is not a builder at all, but is actually a frost giant.”

As soon as Loki has said those words, a huge roar begins to rumble over the mountains, and like a distant cousin at the rattling of your grandmother’s purse, Thor suddenly appears. He glares the Æsir, eyes flashing and voice booming, and he’s all “did someone say ‘frost giant’?” and Loki points at the builder and says “I said it, but I was directing it at this fellow here, so maybe you could stop looking at me like I’ve done something terrible, even if that is generally the case, and start knocking some sense into and also maybe some organs out of him” and Thor picks up Mjolnir and does just that.

As Thor is doing his job, the Æsir turn to Loki and they’re all “so, how did you get the builder to slow down?” and Loki shudders and he’s like “you don’t want to know” and Freyja says “I really want to know, because I owe you one and I want to know what to write in your thank-you card”. Loki sighs and he’s like “let’s just say that I horsed around” and the Æsir all blink in synchronicity, not understanding what the Hel Loki is talking about, and so he adds “I acted less than cheval-rously” and Freyja says “can you maybe explain without using horse-based puns” and Loki is like “look, I turned into a horse and I fucked the builder’s stallion, I’m not proud of it” and the Æsir are just silent for a few moments, and then Freyja is like “did you at any point consider just stealing the builder’s horse instead” and Loki is all “you don’t know me, you don’t know what I’m about” and Freyja is like “you could have just led it away with a sugar cube” and Loki says “I am a Trickster god, just trust me on this one” and Freyja says “I am not writing you a thank-you card any more, but I will absolutely write you a recommendation for some serious therapy” and they all leave Loki to ruminate about his sins to the stirring ballad of Thor’s battle cries. 

So, the Æsir have a brand spanking new wall which they got for free, and the whole thing is essentially a parable for the dangers of conducting freelance business in an unstable economic environment. But that’s not the end of the story, because a few months later, Loki gives birth to the offspring of Svadilfari in the form of a splendid eight-legged horse named Sleipnir, who Odin takes one look at and decides to use as his own noble steed, because nothing gives you bragging rights at the stable quite like being able to say “this horse is my own grandson in Marvel canon”.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. Sugar cubes all round.

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anonymous asked:

rohans a bad person, theres no denying that. but that doesnt mean you cant acknowledge it and still like his character!! hes got his goodboy moments sometimes too

You Absolute Fool. You Come Into My House, Insult My Fav, Insist I Don’t Know How To Read Because Rohan Kishibe Is “A Bad Person, There’s No Denying That”? 

Please. “Rohan is a bad person” is shit-tier meta. 

You have awakened the beast. 

SPOILERS FOR “THUS SPOKE KISHIBE ROHAN” AND “ROHAN AT THE LOUVRE”

1. Rohan Kishibe’s only actual “bad thing he’s done” was try and kill Koichi, Josuke, and Okuyasu in his introductory chapter. Understandably, that’s not super great! But when you read further and learn about his character, you can kind of understand what was going through his head when he did that. Rohan has an incredible hyperfocusing issue. It can make him work on his comics for days without rest, it can make him search for a serial killer constantly without pause, it can make him aloof and blindsides him from other actual human beings. This is why he almost killed them in his first chapter – upon meeting another stand user for the first time ever (he only got his stand three months prior, according to DIU canon – and he’d never met anyone like him), he went super fucking overboard. After he gets forcefully removed from that hyperfocus, he never tries to attack them ever again. He doesn’t try and steal Koichi’s pages. In fact, after that first chapter, he doesn’t steal anyone’s pages. 

2. Rohan does not like Josuke in Diamond is Unbreakable canon. In fact, neither of them like each other. Rohan is a dick to Josuke, Josuke is a dick to Rohan. Rohan generally still sees himself as better than everyone else, but on the outside he is still cordial and polite – even respectful – to other people. Just not Josuke. Everyone in the fandom, however, seems to fucking think otherwise. Rohan only really treats Josuke like garbage, and to be honest, can you blame him? Josuke put him in the hospital for a month (it was a deserved punishment, but still) and burned his house down while trying to steal money from him. Rohan literally does not have any reason to be nice to Josuke. He is, however, respectful of Joseph, and the other members of Josuke’s family. He is not a dick to every person he meets. He may have an internal monologue of “I am better than everyone else,” but he doesn’t purposefully flaunt it in front of other people.

3. Does everyone just collectively forget that almost every jobro starts off trying to attack the protagonist? Speedwagon, Kakyoin and Polnareff, Okuyasu, Rohan, Yukako, Yuuya, almost every fucking character in part 4 honestly– like, “Uwaah!! Rohan attacked the main characters so he’s evil!!” is just grasping at low-hanging fruit. Try harder.

4. Rohan ends up caring about the Duwang Gang. He ends up as part of the Duwang Gang. I’m not making this shit up. Do you want proof? In Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan and Rohan at the Louvre, there are instances where Rohan is eating or having tea with Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi. In the scene where they’re having tea, it’s at Rohan’s house – meaning that they’ve all become close enough that Rohan is fine with them there. He even ditches them to go to Paris basically halfway through a conversation (another example of that hyperfocusing I mentioned earlier), which means he trusts them enough to just… be alone in his house without him. Do you think Okuyasu, Koichi and Josuke would be close friends with a bad person? Do we all remember when they kinkshamed a man to death? 

5. 

(CONTEXT: He and the man he’s talking about were trying to save the lives of a huge crowd of people at a train station. Everyone else there was being controlled by these special bugs that live in cellphones. The other man did not survive, but he made sure that no one else was hurt that day. Rohan expressed genuine grief at not being able to help him.

6.

(CONTEXT: The woman he’s carrying got a little too greedy when trying to bargain with forces she didn’t understand. Her fiancé and her mother reaped the consequences by getting in a fatal car crash. She fainted. The bird, which Rohan had saved earlier, was also a victim of those consequences. Rohan singlehandedly saved the woman, the woman’s family, and the bird.)

7. 

Hmm, wait, what’s that there? Let me get a close up:

FRIEND???? ROHAN HAS FRIENDS???????? ROHAN IS FRIENDS WITH GENUINE GOODGUY TONIO TRUSSARDI?????????? WHAT A SHOCKER!!!!!

8.

“Sure, I’ll go illegal poaching with you because it sounds fun.” 

-That night- 

WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT HE GENUINELY CARES ABOUT HIS FRIEND, WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE!

He then proceeds to save Tonio’s life, at great risk to his own.

I’m sure I could fine even more examples of Rohan being a genuinely good person, with more “goodboy” moments than bad, but I have stuff to do so I’ll stop here.

LONG STORY SHORT: ROHAN KISHIBE IS A GOOD MAN, YOUR META IS WRONG AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD, AND DON’T COME TO MY HOUSE TO TELL ME SHIT THAT ISN’T TRUE.