#but like. he was cool in the end! she was like dude no youre immature and he was like oh well
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you and marshall get into an argument and ignores you all night at the studio, you walk out and leave and and a confrontation happens with you ending up in hospital
AN:Hi, I hope you like it x
You rolled your eyes at the silent treatment you were receiving from Marshall. He really could be so immature sometimes. The argument had been about nothing but of course he had to push and brush over your emotions and opinions. You leaned into the seat and tried to hide the eye roll you wanted to do.
The tension still moved around the room and you noticed the looks coming to both of you from his friends. You turned to look at him as his whole concentration was on the lyrics before him and you wondered why you were visiting him, at all.
The silence continued as you tried to distract yourself with social media but even the cute and funny animal videos didn’t help you. You subtly began to message your friend in Detroit and asked to meet. Relief flooded you when you received the reply that she was in and free for you to come round.
You replied back to her with a thanks whilst slowly moving to stand in silence. You turned around to begin packing up your stuff. You didn’t notice the looks coming your way as Marshall finally took his eyes from the paper. “Are you leaving?” His voice was softer than it had been only a few moments ago.
You looked over your shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow. Oh, so now he wanted to speak, you thought to yourself. “Yeah.” You whispered, not giving him any more information as you placed your bag around your shoulder. The silence that followed was awkward as you took your car keys out.
“Where?” His voice snapped you from your thoughts once more. “Why do you care?” You asked back. The others in the room watched the tennis game in front of him as you only stared. Marshall leaned into his chair, “I don’t.” He muttered and you masked your hurt with attitude. “Good.”
You didn’t say anything else and neither did he as Marshall watched you move out of the room silently. You hated how your heart was breaking with each step you took and you wondered if there was any going back. You didn’t notice the conversation taking place in the studio you had just walked from.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Fifty called him out whilst everyone tried to digest what had happened before them. “Yeah, I know.” Marshall hummed, placing his head in his hands as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You better make it right soon.” Porter added on, “She won’t handle being treated like that.”
“I know..I’ll let her cool off.” Marshall whispered, his focus back to his lyric as the rap turned into a different direction.
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“I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He adores you.” Your friend tried to give you some soft words as you sat on her sofa. “Yeah, maybe.” You whispered, hardly believing it yourself now as you ducked your head. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously whilst your eyes moved towards the phone; waiting for a message that never came.
Things seemed to escalate from there as pounding on the door had you both jumping from your seats. “Shit! I didn’t think he would come back.” Your friend began to panic. “Your ex?” You asked and scolded yourself for not locking the door as he entered. “Didn’t I say you couldn’t leave me.” He shouted out instantly.
“Don’t talk to her like that.” You stepped in front of your friend who nearly shook in fear. You didn’t see the first hit coming. “Fuck.” You muttered, the pain shooting through your face as he strikes again. “Stop.” Your friend shouted out and thankfully you didn’t feel the third hit coming across your face.
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The beeping of machines had your eyes fluttering open as you moved slightly in a bed you didn’t remember getting into. “Don’t move.” A soft voice moved over your ears; it was familiar too. And you didn’t listen as you moved again. “Y/N..” The voice was closer now and your eyes stopped being blurry enough for you to see.
“Marshall.” You softly whispered, moving your head to the side once more to find him. “What happened?” You hummed, hardly remembering anything. “Shh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about anything.” Marshall whispered into your ear, softly brushing your noses together. Your eyes fluttered once more as you lost yourself in his blues.
The argument between the two of you seemed so far away now and meant absolutely nothing. All you had for him was love, you thought to yourself and tried to ignore the slight pain of your injuries coming through.
Marshall had never known such worry in his life and he’d been through so much. He hated that he hadn’t been there for you and you had gotten hurt because he had been such a dick. He shouldn’t have let you leave the studio. The blame wrapped around him tightly and made it hard to breath for a moment.
His fingers gently traced your bruised cheek. “I’m so sorry.” Marshall whispered and hid the tears in his eyes. “Don’t be…it’s not your fault.” You began to babble; your hand gently raised to stroke his cheek. “I love you.” You whispered up at him and a soft smile tugged on his face as he leaned in.
“I love you too.” Marshall pressed another soft kiss to your forehead as you began to rest your head again. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He promised you and kept a hold of your hand, softly playing with your fingers. Your sleepiness wrapped around you with the help of the pain medication and you missed his call.
“Yeah, Trick. I need a favour.”
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THE MENU ( 2022 ) * sentence starters.
“please don’t smoke, it’ll kill your palete.”
“(name), tonight is huge.”
“when you smoke, you ruin your ability...”
“oh, come on!”
“thank you.”
“thank god.”
“is that gonna fit everyone?”
“a night?”
“you’re fucking kidding, right?”
“what, are we eating a rolex?”
“come on, let’s not ruin this by talking price, yeah?”
“just go with the flow, let it be magical.”
“not bad!”
“oh, thanks man.”
“you deserve this, baby.”
“you know who’s gonna love this? (name)!”
“fuck. we’re dicks, huh?”
“great. a power tasting.”
“they’ll be wasted by the amuse.”
“hi guys.”
“look at you on a gangplank in heels.”
“holy fucking shit.”
“(name), oh my god.”
“who’s (name)?”
”okay, well, it’s official.”
”tonight will be madness.”
“all aboard!”
”wow.”
”please make yourselves comfortable...”
“ahoy!”
“and avast, me hearties!”
“let's hope she’s seaworthy, eh?”
“yes, sir. yeah.”
“boat jokes... we’re on a boat.”
“yeah. we’re on a boat.”
“hey, we got a famous person on board, huh?”
“hey, aren’t you supposed to be running interference for me?”
“make sure people don’t bother me, then?
“god, we both know you were not bothered.”
“i saw all his movies when i was a kid.”
“hey, listen.”
“apparently, he’s a big foodie.”
“beautiful. thank you.”
“it’s one of his classics.”
“the lemon pearls are made with alginate.”
“alginate, as in...”
“pond scum.”
“it’s laughable.”
“it’s actually fucking laughably good.”
“think i prefer just the oyster, though.”
“please don’t say ‘mouthfeel’.”
“too late. mouthfeel.”
“jesus, this is like prom.”
“yeah? i never went to prom.”
“really? why not?
“‘cause none of the cool girls like you said, ‘yes’.”
“aw, poor baby.”
“well, fuck those bitches.”
“welcome.”
“it’s a pleasure to have you.”
“you gave my real name?”
“what about the paparazzi?”
“paparazzi? we’re on an island.
“i’m (name).”
“we’ll endeavor to make your evening as pleasant as possible.”
“that was really awkward, i’m so sorry.”
“don’t worry about it.”
“we’ll just go straight to the restaurant, if you don't mind.”
“we’ve seen the tour many, many times.”
“thank you. please follow me.”
“so, like, what are you working on now?”
“aw, hey, thanks for asking.”
“see, people still know me.”
“we have the bounty of the sea surrounding us.”
“out there, right now, we are harvesting scallops. you’ll eat them tonight.”
“hey, harvest harder, me dude!”
“we’re starving!”
“this is insane.”
“smell that.”
“yeah, i’m a huge embarrassing foodie.”
“i love this stuff.”
“and i’m close, personal friends with the chef.”
“can we pop in here?”
“dude, i read about one of these online.”
“can i check it out?”
“but please, do not touch our proteins. they're immature.”
“so, what happens if you serve it on the 153rd day?
“does all hell break loose, or...”
“well, i suppose the bacteria would introduce itself... to the consumer's bloodstream and spread into their spinal membranes... after which point, he or she would become incapacitated... and shortly thereafter expire.”
“so, yes, all hell would break loose.”
“i’d like to work for her.”
“this is where we live.”
“you actually live here?”
“here we are family.”
“we harvest. we fement.”
“we slaughter.”
“dinner is typically four hours and twenty five minutes.”
“it’s best that we all live here.”
“burned out?”
“there is food at the end of this, right?”
“who lives there?”
“isn’t the GOAT the greatest of all time, though?”
“look at that view.”
“wanna take a picture?”
“just... you should have the better view.”
“well, i don’t need a better view.”
“you know my name?”
“well, the attention to detail, it’s like, fuck!”
“yeah, i noticed you didn’t ask his name.”
“this ongoing obsession with snow.”
“it’s officially a plague, and no one is immune.”
“i want to hear your pitch for the show...”
“come on. i’m trying to do a goodbye toast. can you please just let me do that?”
“i told you this two weeks ago.”
“we’re doing this? the ‘talking about our lives’ thing?”
“me and (name) aren’t good. it’s not good.”
“are you at fault?”
“i’m an asshole.”
“we’re pathetic, aren’t we?”
“so it’s okay... that i’m not as into this as you are?”
“i’m sitting with the coolest girl here.”
“they play with the raw materials of life itself. and death itself.”
“that was beautifully put, (name).”
“i think i’m starting to get it.”
“i have to beg of you one thing.”
“do not eat.”
“is he serious?”
“be mindful.”
“and look around you. here we are on this island. accept. accept all of it. and forgive.”
“here they come.”
“we, the people on the island, are not important.”
“what happens inside this room is meaningless...”
“nature is timeless.”
“are you crying?”
“it’s just that i find it all very moving. it’s all so beautiful.”
“i’m pretty sure he doesn't even know about your existence.”
“relax. just eat your rock.”
“oh, my god. for crying out loud. it’s not brain surgery, okay?”
“okay, so we go to italy, right?”
“i eat the cheese, and then...”
“that’s a disaster.”
“whatever. at least we can say we’ve been here, right?”
“my dad used to say that you buy the experience.”
“i mean, this looks like... a suburban landscaping.”
“is he gonna keep doing that?”
“bread has existed in some form for over 12,000 years... especially amongst the poor.”
“ancient greek peasants dipped their stale, measly bread in wine for breakfast.”
“and how did jesus teach us to pray if not to beg for our daily bread?”
“he must be joking.”
“it’s gotta be a bit.”
“are you fuckin’ serious?”
“he’s basically insulting you.”
“it’s a concept.”
“i know what a concept is, (name).”
“call me the girl next door... but maybe there are some rules that you should give a fuck about...”
“this is all very clever, and i didn't want to pull this card... but you know who we are, right?”
“i know who you are.”
“we won’t tell a soul.”
“you will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.”
“that is not what i meant, and you know it.”
“i am perfectly capable of deciding when i eat and what.”
“you shouldn’t be so fucking rude.”
“where do we know her from?”
“ so, let me tell you a memory of mine.”
“i finally had to stab him in the thigh with kitchen scissors.”
“we’re not so smart when we’re young.”
“no, the pictures. they’re all of us.”
“what the hell are these?”
“how did you get these?”
“yeah, a fucking taco that might hold up in court.”
“stop talking and let me think, okay?”
“did you just fucking snap at me?”
“you do not send shit back to this kitchen, you child.”
“what did you just call me?”
“i called you a child... because you’re fucking acting like it.”
“(name), you need to apologise to me right now. you cannot speak to me that way.”
“actually, i can because, ding dong, i’m the one who’s paying.”
“how can i assist you?”
“what’s behind that silver door?”
“you shouldn’t be in here.”
“why do you care?”
“i’ll ask again. who are you?”
“i’m (first name) (last name).”
“so, where are you from, (name)?”
“you want the address for mom’s trailer park, you asshole?”
“no, it’s not who you want me to think you are.”
“you shouldn’t be here tonight.”
“please get the fuck out of my way.”
“he aspires to greatness, but he’ll never achieve it.”
“there is no way to avoid the mess.”
“the mess you make of your life... of your body... of your sanity... by giving everything you have to pleasing people you will never know. ”
“what are you doing?”
“what’s wrong with you?”
“the fuck is that?”
“that was a shock. i didn’t see that comin’.”
“what happened?”
“it’s just part of the menu.”
“it’s part of the show.”
“that’s a stunt? what was that?”
“this is an exclusive experience.”
“is he dead?”
“it’s not funny.”
“it looks so damn real.”
“this is just theatre, right?”
“he just fucking shot himself, okay?”
“it looked very real, (name). quite real.”
“we’re leaving. now.”
“is something wrong?”
“there is no boat to leave on.”
“that would be very difficult without phone service.”
“fucking move.”
“i’ll handle this.”
“with which hand, (name)?”
“with which hand will you handle this? left or right?”
��what the fuck are you saying?”
“shall we choose?”
“come on. leave the guy alone.”
“what the hell’s goin’ on?”
“do you need assistance finding your seat?”
“there’s a finger right there.”
“it’s not funny, lady! jesus christ!”
“this is real, isn’t it? i can’t do it.”
“i can’t do a hostage thing. i can’t.”
“then why don’t you go talk to him?”
“because you know him, right?”
“i made that up.”
“because i’m a name-dropping whore.”
“your husband’s ring, madam.”
“i honestly think that this whole thing is just for our benefit.”
“that’s why he texted me.”
“why are you doing this?”
“i’ve served many (name)’s. you’re not a (name).”
“what the fuck does it matter?”
“you were not a part of that plan.”
“with us, or with them?”
“and then you’ll let me live?”
“let you live? no!”
“we’re all gonna die tonight.”
“so, the question is, do you wanna die with those who give, or with those who take?”
“it’s arbitrary.”
“these decisions are important...”
“god damn it. it’s not fucking fair.”
“you smoke all day. can’t even fucking taste it.”
“we’re cornered. let’s focus.”
“wait, what’s the play here?”
“what are our options?”
“the door is guarded... but that could be a play.”
“hey, guys. we gotta do something.”
“we can’t be cowards.”
“this worked in a movie i did once.”
“when they bring their knives and forks, we just storm the kitchen, okay?”
“you think we have better knife skills than them?”
“what other choice do we have?”
“fuck it. i’m gonna break this fucking window.”
“there’s a saying. ‘sometimes all you need is a good cup of tea’.”
“i’ve found that not only does tea cleanse the palate, but it offers a soothing balm when facing some hard home truths.”
“but before we continue... are there any questions about me?”
“i think i speak for everybody here when i say that... i wanna know... i mean, we wanna know...”
“why the fuck is this happening?”
“you loved that i texted you an invitation for this evening.”
“your ego was fed.”
“it wasn’t cod, you donkey.”
“and i’ve been fooled into trying to satisfy people who could never be satisfied.”
"just say how much, and we’ll give it to you.”
“do you hear that silence?”
“listen, can you hear it?”
“and what have you decided?”
“i shouldn’t be here.”
“all of this... is not meant for me.”
“you’re not sure i’m brilliant, so don’t say it.”
“i’m not sure that you’re brilliant.”
“i was expecting more.”
“i guess i’m gonna have to make your decision for you.”
“you thought i couldn’t tell?”
“i know a fellow service industry worker when i see one.”
“how do you know him?”
“you’ve been eyeing him all evening.”
“you don’t rattle easily. so, how did he rattle you?”
“if we can find a boat, we can make a break for it.”
“into the tranquil night air.”
“i’ll send for help. first thing.”
“i’ll leave you to it.”
“it’s getting chilly.”
“yes, well... there was a time that would have meant a lot to me, (name).”
“you know, it’s the emoji for me.”
“don’t fucking run next to me.”
“you’re running next to me!”
“it’s a big fucking’ forest! fuck off!”
“are we all really dying tonight?”
“everyone dying was my pitch, actually. i’m super proud of it.”
“anybody want any wine?”
“i heard a pop.”
“not that you guys give a single, flying fuck... but my name is not (name). it’s (name).”
“party’s over.”
“welcome back.”
“what did you get?”
“how’d you do out there?”
“i did great. i killed it.”
“i’m the only one who got away.”
“i’m sorry. i’m a fuckin’ failure.”
“i’ve been stealing money from you.”
“i know. you cc’d me in on it.”
“tell me why you’re here.”
“and what were you told?”
“what were you told ahead of time?”
“‘everyone would die.’”
“i seem to remember you had a date.”
“so, you hired her knowing she’d die?”
“you entitled piece of shit.”
“i’m gonna kill you, (name)!”
“calm down.”
“you can’t blame her, can you?”
“you’re not like the others, are you?”
“come with me.”
“i have something for you.”
“mr handsome boy.”
“i’m proud of you.”
“what do you need? we have everything.”
“shit? would you like some shit?”
“we strive for perfection... which of course does not exist, and that is a hard truth for me to accept... so please forgive me.”
“and that concludes our demonstration.”
“do you see a barrel?”
“look, i’m not trying to sound, like, all whatever here or anything... but i just don’t think it's really fair.”
“do you wanna know why you’re being punished?”
“i saw the film calling doctor sunshine, and i did not enjoy it.”
“it was a sunday.”
“seeing you again now haunts me.”
“what happens to an artist when he loses his purpose?”
“what school did you go to?”
“i’m sorry. you’re dying.”
“motherfucker.”
“do you think you’re special?”
“you’ve disobeyed this rule.”
“you’ve been a nuisance since you have arrived.”
“you will not replace me.”
“i didn’t forget.”
“happy birthday to you.”
“you told them it was my birthday?”
“seemed funny about three hours ago.”
“i am a monster. no, was a monster. and a whore.”
“and at last, the pain is almost gone.”
“i can no longer be hurt, (name).”
“as dr. king once said, ‘we know through painful experience... that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor. it must be demanded by the oppressed.’”
“did he just quote martin luther king?”
“i see you found our radio.”
“it’s a boat!”
“did you call someone?”
“why didn’t you all try harder to fight back? to get out of here? honestly, you probably could have. something to think about.”
“are you the owner?”
“come on. clearly, there’s a misunderstanding.”
“on your knees with your hands over your head. now.”
“you’ve betrayed our sacred bond of trust.”
“you’ve shown your craft to be careless.”
“you’re an eater. you’re a taker.”
“i don’t like your food.”
“what did you say?”
“for starters... you’ve taken the joy out of eating.”
“every dish you served tonight has been some intellectual exercise... rather than something you want to sit and enjoy.”
“when i eat your food... it tastes like it was made with no love.”
“oh, this is ridiculous.”
“you’ve failed.”
“you’ve bored me.”
“and the worst part is... i’m still fucking hungry.”
“you know what i’d really like?”
“tell me.”
“yeah, we can do a cheeseburger.”
“the cheap ones your parents could barely afford.”
“american cheese is the best cheese for a cheeseburger... because it melts without splitting.”
“is the fryer still on?”
“one moment, please.”
“thank you... for everything.”
“i told you, you weren’t leaving.”
“the s’more.”
“it’s everything wrong with us, and yet we associate it with innocence.”
“but what transforms this fucking monstrosity is fire.”
“i love you all!”
#rp memes#rp sentence starters#rp starters#sentence starters#film sentence starters#rp meme#mymemes.#*
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WAIT FR THAT'S SO SWEET THANK YOU ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ I'd love to hear your prediction reasons and details!! And I'm so happy that someone's genuinely excited about my project, I hope it won't disappoint :D
yw ^^ danganronpa is one of my favourite game series cause of how nicely it's written and its development is cool, so i tend to get a little carried away/excited when someone makes a fangame about a fandom---i will literally break my hands to draw this i don't even mind
as for the predictions, i'll try to summarise it the best i can but i doubt it won't be wordy, also, i have bad english; okay here we go
1. there's no actual mastermind in the game, rather, the traitors are the ones positioned to function it for an unknown reason other than their popularity across rhythm heaven (and i didn't know who to pick)
2. karate joe survives cause---he's 55 man, and a god at martial arts i think he's practically considered a weapon at this point, mc adore survives cause she has---like- some detective energy, and she's swag, aka-chan survives cause come on dude at least one kid has to survive the game (shE'S ALSO SGRUNGLY IM SORRY I LOVE HER), and dj yellow survives cause i know if i positioned him as a victim/killer those dj school stans will come after me
chapters 1 - 6 predictions (in a nutshell):
ch1 - the motive is basically "kill someone or your loved ones die lmfao", and Nova took that to heart, having to guilt-trip the Paddler in order to kill them hhh (it's not a physically throttle case more like a "walk into a trap" case
ch2 - Pop Singer unknowingly reveals herself as one of the traitors, Red Donpan tries to set up a murder plan in order to thwart the (non-existent) mastermind's plan, it ends up working, but she accidentally ends her own life in the process
ch3 - As everyone else grows anxious, Girl and Munchy Monk form a truce and strive to protect everyone by forming some safety group as they venture to find whoever is responsible for the killing game; their plan almost works, and as the traitors were responsible for keeping the game running, one of them had to act fast before those two ruined it, forcing T.J. Snapper to murder the two
ch4 - the Samurai and Crop Stomper get into a feud from the motive and yeah
ch5 - let me just say reporter could be a GREAT final killer; as the last traitor remaining, she had no choice to kill someone, so she chose Forthington as a last resort; Forthington went along with the murder plan much quicker than expected when Reporter reasoned with him--but the true reason Reporter did this? she wanted the remaining participants to spread the n e w s. no longer did she want countless innocents to die, and ending the game meant the survivours would be able to inform other residents about the killing game so no one else could become a victim in another killing game
and last but not least, ch6 - for Choir Kid, it's either a "curiousity killed the cat" case or immaturity which got them killed as the others tried to flee to the temporary exit
evilly laughs in the most evil way ever
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GROWING UP...NATURAL!!..(part-2)
After a few years, IMRAN in his break between his job hours, on a Friday evening reaches a cafe with his colleagues. He after asking them what they want to order, walks to the counter to order the food where he finds KANIKA who was paying for her coffee and burger and as she was holding the tray of her food and turns behind she looking at IMRAN, smiles and says,
KANIKA: HEY! HOW ARE YOU?
IMRAN: HI KAN!
Both of them share a side hug after which his colleagues walk towards him to know about the order when he introducing her to them says,
IMRAN: GUYS..SHE WAS MY FIRST FRIEND IN THIS CITY! WE WERE FRIENDS SINCE I CHANGED MY CITY, CAME HERE AND JOINED THE NEW SCHOOL FOR MY 10TH CLASS.
Later both of them sit together and start having their food when he asks,
IMRAN: SO..HOW HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS WHILE KAN?
KANIKA: GOOD..I RUN A COSMETICS START UP NOW..YOU?
IMRAN: OH HOW COOL! I AM WORKING IN TECHNOLOGY SERVICES LTD AS AN IT HEAD.
KANIKA: OH NICE! WELL DONE IMRAN!
He hesitating a bit says,
IMRAN: ACTUALLY KNOW I ALWAYS WANTED TO APOLOGISE FOR MY ACTIONS THAT EVENING. IT WAS TOO IMMATURE TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WANTED ME TO GO AWAY BECAUSE I WOULD KEEP THINKING ABOUT THAT KISS TILL WE ARE TOGETHER AND ONE DAY THIS OVERTHINKING WOULD MAKE ME GO INSANE.
She gives him a small smile saying,
KANIKA: HMM! IMRAN ACTUALLY I WAS SCARED THAT IF I STAY INFRONT OF YOUR EYES YOU WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO MOVE ON FROM THAT MISTAKE OF MINE. WE BOTH WILL JUST BE STUCK THERE AND WILL....
He cutting her inbetween, completing the sentence says,
IMRAN: WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GROW TOGETHER.
She laughs and jokes saying,
KANIKA: OH SO NOW WE HAVE STARTED COMPLETING EACHOTHER'S SENTENCES..HOW ROMANTIC KNOW!
He laughs too saying,
IMRAN: VERY ROMANTIC BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I HAVE UNDERSTOOD THAT POINT NOW.
KANIKA: THAT'S OKAY IMRAN! PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY IT'S BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. BY THE WAY, YOU STILL REMEMBER THAT I WAS THE FIRST FRIEND YOU MADE HERE. HOW SWEET!
IMRAN: OFCOURSE I WILL REMEMBER, I STILL REMEMBER OUR FIRST MEETING IN THE CLASSROOM WHEN THE TEACHER ASKED ME TO SIT BESIDE YOU SO THAT YOU CAN HELP ME OUT WITH MATHS. ANYWAYS BEFORE THIS LOVE ANGEL BETWEEN US, WE WERE FRIENDS AND STILL ARE RIGHT?
KANIKA: WE ARE..WE ARE!
They fill their gap of these years by talking about what all happen and later she asks,
KANIKA: HEY A DRIVE AND DRINKS LIKE OLD TIMES FRIDAY EVENINGS?
IMRAN: SURE GIVE ME A SECOND!
He walks to his colleagues, tells them that he is leaving and coming back to her says,
IMRAN: LET'S GO!
KANIKA: ARE YOU SURE, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY WORK KNOW IMRAN?
IMRAN: DUDE WE ARE MEETING AFTER AGES. IT'S OKAY..COME LET'S GO!
KANIKA: IMRAN IT'S OKAY IF YOU HAVE WORK...WE CAN MEET LATER. NO WORRIES!
IMRAN: KAN IT'S FRIDAY, ANYWAYS THERE IS LESS WORK IT'S OKAY COME LET'S GO!
Both of them get up, sit in her car, ride to the city outskirts to their drinking spot, buy their drinks and sitting on the edge of the peak start drinking, having conversations like old times looking at the city lights and enjoy their time together after ages.
MORAL: FEW RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE CUT OFF THEN AND THERE IF YOU KNOW THAT IT'S END RESULT IS GOING TO GET TOXIC. YOU WILL MEET LATER AND LAUGH IT OUT IF YOU CUT THE TOXICITY BACK THEN AND THERE FOR SURE!
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make hot takes about how ravenously insane stans can be but total drama had that shit clocked back in 2010 with sierra jesus christ
#connor talks#here i am. 19 in less than a week. getting tanked and watching fuckin total drama world tour while i knot#which is not going great lol#WOW they really said how do we make this show interesting... oh i know give like one of the most unremarkable characters a stalker#like. jeez idk how i laughed as a kid its like borderline uncomfortable MAN shit was different in 2010#i think thats the only thing keeping me from being genuinely like what the fuck im too busy being astonished they got away with it#also cody WAS my favorite character i wanted more screentime but not like this. not like this!!!#it is kind of hilarious though bc they definitely picked him because he was the most unremarkable#hes literally just some guy and thats why i liked him lol#ALSO LIKE i get he had that crush on gwen thing but like hm#if he was a mega creep it would be cosmic justice that sierra happened and i can see that being an angle theyd go for#but like. he was cool in the end! she was like dude no youre immature and he was like oh well#i dont think they were thinking about that tho bc every character sucks in their own way#except for like. leshawna. why do they keep unfairly booting her. she deserves to win#drunk connor with the total drama hot takes tonight#ALSO tyler is kind of boring. why does he keep getting so far. hes like geoff 2#ALSO ALSO THAT BRIDGETTE THING WAS EXCRUCIATING speaking of geoff#like the first season was good bc running jokes and stuff like that only lasted till the end of the episode or at most two#but that dragged ONNNNNNNNNNNN#the romance stuff in anything always needs less screen time but come on they went from parody to like actual bullshit subplots#AND ACTUALLY like because of that this season is way harder to follow bc i tune out the interpersonal relationships#but they effect who gets voted off so then im confused#like. the first season they were funny so i paid attention#ALTHO... again... trent stuff was played straight so i was like okkk :| whatever#also for the record i havent seen total drama action. no cody. didnt care#i think that season they tried to cut out some of the 'lesser' players but those are my favorite!!!#you cant just have like all the guys and girls who are prone to dating each other have catfights for a season its not as fun#wheres beth. harold. the real ones#and all the girlfight junk is tiring gwen and courtney need to stop bickering over boys and like date each other idk#WHEW i smell like BOOZE
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Was going through some old writing files (of which there are hundreds!!) and stumbled across a high school AU I was writing a while ago! (an actual one! not a tantalising dream-sequence involving cheerleaders, though we all know I love those...)
I don’t know if I’ll resurrect it, but there’s a bit of fun to be had - Peter’s anger issues are something that I’d like to see explored more in spideypool fic, and I just... I love high school AUs okay...
Read some of it under the cut!
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“What’re you in for?”
“Something stupid.” Peter grumbled.
“Love it.” The boy said, grinning. Peter noticed a missing tooth. “I hid a frog in the student counsellor’s desk. You should’ve seen him scream.”
Peter was quiet, but his lips quirked.
“Immature”, he eventually said.
“The guy’s a dickhole. And,” the blond rocked on his chair, buzzing, “technically, I saved a life.”
Peter raised an eyebrow.
“Saved the frog from one of the labs. They were gonna slice him open. Imagine you’re just sitting on your lily pad one day. Chilling. And then some jackass scientist scoops you up and cuts you open. Starts prodding inside you. Gross.”
“Okay, yeah, gross.”
“My name is Wade, bee-tee-dubs.”
Wade. Peter remembered. He’d only joined the class at the beginning of last semester, and sat near the back of the class. He hadn’t recognised him by his face because he’d always had his hood up. Not that Peter had ever paid enough attention to his peers to remember them by face anyway.
“Uh.” Peter said, eyeing the hand he was being offered as a greeting. He didn’t return the handshake, but he responded with a simple “I’m Peter.”
“Cool.” Wade nodded, looking at his feet, heels bouncing off the linoleum floor. His shoes were scuffed and worn.
A moment of silence passed. Both boys turned their attention to the floor, as though it were suddenly the most interesting feature of the room.
Peter side eyed his company, in the moment of quiet. There were shallow craters on the boy’s face, Peter noticed, like chickenpox scars that hadn’t fully healed. Wade definitely seemed conscious about it, with his hood being nearly always drawn, and his shaggy hair that often covered his face.
“Peter Parker.” The principal called, peering through the door at the boys. The principal glared at Wade, who put up his hands in response. Clearly Wade was a regular.
A wave of smugness came over Peter, who leant in close to Wade.
“I broke Flash Thompson’s arm.” Peter whispered, before standing up to enter the principal’s office. For a second Peter saw Wade’s face light up, like that was the coolest thing he had ever heard.
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“Mr Parker, I recognise you’re going through a tough time – And I’m sorry.”
Peter sank in his chair, eyes fixed on a hole puncher sat on the desk.
“I understand you must be going through a lot of emotions at the moment, but you,” the principal wrung his hands, “you hospitalised one of your classmates. Eugene Thompson –”
The principal’s voice faded in and out of Peter’s attention. As usual, he stood alone on Planet Peter Parker.
He thought about Aunt May. Her eyes, pink and puffy. Thin hands trembling as she held them by her mouth, recounting all she remembered about that night to the police. The police, who with empty looks, mechanically took down notes. Jaded. Like a family hadn’t been just destroyed. Like a good man hadn’t just been murdered in cold blood.
Peter's uncle was a humble man. Simple, but good. He wasn't ambitious, or gifted, or clever. But he was wise.
Clever. Wise. Peter hadn't understood there was a difference between the two.
He took him for granted, Peter admitted to himself, as he cried that night, and the days following. He cried for the first time in months. Months of distancing himself from the world, before the world decided to stage a head-on-head collision with him.
“Peter? Peter, are you listening?”
Peter at last looked up, and with the movement, a tear managed to escape his eye. He brought the heel of his palm up quickly to wipe it away.
“Look, son, I want you to see the student counsellor tomorrow.” The principal said, taking down a note. Peter scowled at the pen, as it scribbled. “It will help, Peter. I want you to see the counsellor every Tuesday and Friday, last period. We’ll keep track of your healing process.”
Peter took the note when it was offered to him, and pocketed it without a word. He turned to leave.
“Peter. I didn’t dismiss you.”
Peter sighed, turning back, red-eyed and tired.
“I’m sorry about your uncle. But when Eugene returns, you will apologise.”
Peter swallowed, voice quiet when at last he spoke. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
Whether that was true or not, Peter was still undecided on.
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The school day dragged at an excruciatingly slow pace. Peter couldn’t hear the teacher. All he could hear, all day, were the whispers amongst his peers. Right now, Peter wished the walls he built to keep the world out were soundproofed.
“Did you hear? He put Flash in the ER.”
“Puny Parker? No way.”
“He’s an absolute freak.”
“He’s probably really screwed up right now, guys. I think his like, Uncle died or something.”
Peter snapped his pencil.
“Can I be excused, miss?”
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Peter ran as fast as he could out of the school doors, gasping in air as deeply as he could. He was at his breaking point. If everyone in class saw him crying, he’d really never hear the end of it. He’d be seeing the school councillor until he graduated.
The air was cool but his face was scalding hot, tears streaming down his cheeks. He buried his face in both hands and screamed. With all the effort he could afford he tried to steady his breathing. In and out, in and out, until he started to feel lightheaded.
He could’ve broken the school doors off its hinges. He could have slammed his fists so hard on the walls, until they crumbled, or he did.
He threw a kick so hard on a nearby trash can that it flew across the courtyard.
He hated this school. He could’ve tore it down right where he stood.
“Dude.”
Peter turned so fast his head nearly knocked off his shoulders. Wade stood, back against the wall, casual as anything. He had a cigarette in hand.
“You’re an animal, dude.” Wade said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Peter’s mouth hung open, finding it difficult to find words. He brought up a sleeve to wipe up his face.
“I, just. I –”
Peter swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I hate this place.”
Wade nodded, a calm demeanour about him that almost served to calm Peter by osmosis.
Peter Parker was always a very rational boy. Quiet. Reserved. He never lost it like this. He’s never –
“I heard – about your uncle.”
Peter’s eyes were exhausted from crying, he couldn’t afford anymore tears. Peter’s entire body felt it was going to sink through the earth. And Wade could see it. Wade could see it on Peter’s face. He looked to Wade for mercy. To let him fall off the planet’s surface.
“Listen, if it were me I’d – I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it.”
Peter was quiet. Wade’s words felt like an electric jolt, sobering him up.
All the hollow words of consolation had left him numb, but this rang through Peter’s ears.
Eventually Peter found his voice again.
“You’d kill him, but you’d save a frog?”
“Yeah.” Wade said, as if it were obvious. “The frog didn’t do anything wrong.”
Silence followed. Peter couldn’t look up from the ground. His hands formed fists at his sides.
All the way home, Wade’s words replayed in Peter’s head. I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it.
The police were apathetic. Crimes go unsolved. And that made Peter’s blood boil hotter than it ever had. The thought that someone – out there – would be getting away with it.
That Aunt May might always carry that hollow, broken look in her eyes.
Later that night, Peter threw on a red hoodie, pulling the drawstrings tight. He snuck out his bedroom window, like he did every night.
News reports tell of an escaped robber cornered in a building downtown.
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we’re too stupid ~ the vlog squad
word count: 1885
request?: yes!
@iawaythrown “May I ask for a vlog squad x popular youtube reader
The reader has their own very popular youtube channel/podcast like a scientific/space podcast. (Like a Vsauce\GameTheory channel) The vlog squad and the reader fan base (somehow) always wants them to collab. One day David says "It won't happen because the reader probably doesn't like us." This ends up getting everyone on the podcast.”
description: when their favorite youtubers show interest in being on their podcast, they jump at the chance to invite them on
pairing: vlog squad x gender neutral!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
“You know what I’ve been listening to a lot lately?” Scotty asked David on the newest vlog David had uploaded. You were watching the vlog on your TV while you prepared to upload the newest episode of your podcast. You had a drink half raised to your lips when Scott responded to his own question, “The Spaced Out podcast.”
Your drink nearly slipped from your hand at the mention of your podcast. You were sure you had imagined it, so you went back and repeated the part just to be sure. The name of your podcast slipped from Scott’s lips again and you had to pause the video to scream with excitement.
When you placed the video again, David spoke next. “Oh wait, is that the one about space and shit? You played it for me before.”
“Yeah! Man, it’s so interesting. I could honestly listen to the host talk about space all day,” Scott said.
“He keeps bringing it up during the Scottcast, too,” Jeff commented. “I’m starting to think he’d rather co-host that podcast instead of our own.”
“Man, I’d love to be on that podcast!”
You could hardly contain your excitement. Your favorite YouTubers knew who you were?! They knew your podcast?! You had to be dreaming, you were sure of it.
“There’s no way they’d ever have us on the podcast,” David was saying. “We’re too stupid and immature, they’d probably hate us.”
“Speak for yourself!” Zane, dressed in some weird costume for a bit, called, causing the boys to laugh together.
This gave you an idea. You put your laptop aside and opened Instagram on your phone. You searched the name “David Dobrik” and went to his DMs.
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A week later, your podcasting room was filled with 11 extra people than there normally was. The room was only small with a handful of seats, so a lot of your guests were squeezed in together or basically sat on one another. No one seemed to mind, though. Every single person in the room was super excited to be there.
“What’s up all my space geeks? Welcome back to another episode of The Spaced Out podcast, the podcast where we discuss super nerdy space things,” you started with your usual intro. “Today’s episode is a little different, though, as today I am joined by not one, not two, not even three, but eleven special guests. You heard me right, eleven. Special guests, wanna say hi?”
All eleven of your guests rang out with a chorus of, “Hello!”s at the one time, making it all come out as just a shouting mess. You laughed and waved a hand to silence them.
“In case you had trouble understanding what they were saying,” you said, “my guests today are David, Scotty, Toddy, Zane, Erin, Carly, Natalie, Heath, Mariah, Corinna, and Jeff, better known as a large chunk of YouTube’s biggest vlogging group: The Vlog Squad!”
The Vlog Squad cheered at their introduction as you just clapped your hands.
“Can I just say,” Heath said once the noise started to die down, “that I am impressed with how fast you said our names and how easy it was. You didn’t even stutter once.”
“I’ll be honest, when David told me exactly who was coming I prepared myself for this,” you admitted. “I’ve never had so many guests on the show before. Actually, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any guests at all. I don’t really know anyone in my real life that’s as interested in space and science as I am.”
“To be fair, none of us are, either,” Jeff joked, causing the room to laugh.
“Yeah, you picked the wrong people to be on your podcast,” Corinna added.
“You don’t have to have any sort of interest to be on the podcast, really. As long as you don’t mind me talking about my nerdy space obsession every now and then anyone is welcome on the podcast.”
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure everyone else could hear it. You were shocked that you were managing to remain so calm in that moment. Your favorite YouTubers were sitting right there in front of you, being guests on your podcast, and somehow you were acting as though they were just friends that you had convinced to come on the podcast.
“Is there any cool space facts you can share with us to get the ball rolling?” David asked.
“Dude, I’ve made over 300 episodes of this podcast that is literally all about space, you gotta narrow down your parameters there,” you told him.
“What’s your favorite space fact then?”
You thought for a moment, going through all the little facts you had in your mind. There was so much you could share with them that you really didn’t know where to start.
“Okay,” you said finally, “I have one. I think David will like this cause we all know he’s made of money: there is a planet that is called 55 Cancri e. It is over twice the size of Earth and it is potentially made of diamonds.”
They all gasped and made comments of astonishment at the same time at this.
“Like, literally made of diamonds?” Corinna asked.
“It’s hard to know for sure. It’s roughly 41 lightyears away so it’s not exactly easy to reach, but they think it’s made of graphite and diamonds,” you explained. “My favorite fact, and one that’s a little scary, is that it’s actually completely silent in space. Like not a single sound, because atmospheres around planets are what contain the soundwaves to make noise.”
“I told you,” David said, turning to face Scott. “We’re too stupid to be on this podcast.”
You all laughed together. “You guys aren’t stupid! I was just fascinated with space as a child and my parents let me feed into that fascination. They always bought me books about space and brought me to visit certain space centers. I was that kid that always said she was gonna grow up and be an astronaut. Instead, I just talk about them on the internet.”
Everything was going so well. You were getting to know your guests and they kept urging you to tell them facts and stories about space. You knew a lot of what you were telling them you had talked about on the podcast before, so devoted listeners probably wouldn’t be too interested in a lot of what you had to say in that episode, but you didn’t mind too much. You just loved to see the looks of astonishment on everyone’s faces as you continued to tell them fact after fact.
When you came to a segment you did in the podcast in which you would read messages from fans, you decided to your guests choose which messages to read and respond to. David took the tablet you used for this first and read through the thousands of messages you received between uploading your most recent episode and recording the current one.
“Are you going to talk about the new 4K pictures of Mars?” he read.
“Oh my God, yes!” you responded. “That will be next episode. I haven’t looked at them all yet because I wanna have a live reaction to them, but I did see one picture and it looks absolutely stunning.”
“It blew my mind how it just looked like a desert here,” Carly commented. “Mars is a lot more like Earth than we think. Sucks that we’ll never be able to live there or anything.”
“I don’t think we’ll never be able to live there, but I don’t think it’ll happen in our lifetimes,” you commented. “But that’s a whole other thing, let’s move on from that.”
“What has been your favorite space related story of the past year?” Natalie read the message she had picked.
“I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but it’s definitely one that I was very interested in reading: a star just vanished in 2020,” you responded. “Apparently that’s something that can just happen, stars can just suddenly disappear and no one knows where they went. This star from the Kinman dwarf galaxy that shined almost brighter than the sun just vanished between 2011 and 2020, and they have no explanation for it. That story stuck with me the most cause I just find it funny that a star that bright just vanished and no one can figure out where it went.”
They continued reading you messages for a while before passing your tablet back to you.
“While I wish I could sit here with you guys and talk about space and your vlogs forever, unfortunately we are running out of time,” you said. “I want to thank the Vlog Squad again for joining me on this episode, and I hope I didn’t bore you guys to death with my stories and facts.”
“Not at all!” David spoke. “I can’t speak for everyone, but I really enjoyed myself. Listening to you talk was really interesting.”
The rest of the group agreed. You tried not to blush from all their kind words.
“I always wanna thank our sponsors again. As always I appreciate them supporting my show, and of course I want you guys, the listeners. Your constant support for the show means so much to me. If you wanna hear more fun facts about space that you’ll never use in live, follow me on my social media. If you’re not already following the podcast, follow the podcast! I upload episodes every Friday, and if you want to be involved in the show be sure to send me your space related messages and maybe I’ll read them out on the next episode. Have a good weekend, little space geek out!”
You ended the recording and the group almost cheered for you. You smiled and stood to thank them again for coming on the show. You were shocked when Corinna pulled you into a hug, which caused the rest of the group to hug you one by one.
“This was the most fun I think I’ve ever had,” Erin commented. “Would you be open to having more guests on the show? I’d love to come back and to just listen to you talk for a full hour.”
The rest of the squad agreed. You really didn’t think you could feel any more excited or on cloud nine, but they kept surprising you.
“I would definitely be open to having guests again,” you replied. “If you guys ever wanna be on the show again, just send me a DM. I’d love to have you!”
“We’d love to have you on the vlogs sometime, too, if you’d be open for that,” David told you.
There they go again, making you feel like you had passed cloud nine and now were on a completely different planet with excitement.
“Y-Yeah!” you managed. “Of course, I’d love that!”
After some more small talk, you showed the group out and thanked them again for coming. Once you were sure they were gone and unable to see you, you began jumping for joy and exclaiming with excitement. You couldn’t believe it! You had just hosted a podcast with your favorite people, and they asked you to join them for filming sometime?!
“This is the best day of my life!”
#vlog squad#vlog squad imagine#jeff wittek#corinna kopf#natalie noel#todd smith#scotty sire#david dobrik#carly incontro#erin gilfoy#zane hijazi#heath hussar#imagine#one shot#request#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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can you do a part two to the songs that remind you of eren but have it be songs that remind you of fuck boy eren im obsessed with him LMAO
songs that remind me of an f-boy eren;
streets — doja cat (literally the whole song but-)
“damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing, and it’s motherfucking scary. tryna keep him cause i found him, let a hoe know, i ain’t motherfucking sharing.”
“it’s hard to keep my cool, when other bitches tryna get with my dude... cause you’re a one in a million there ain’t a man like you.”
“in my head we belong and i can’t be without you, why can’t i find no one like you?”
been away — brent faiyaz
“they wanna fuck with you, cause they know i fuck with you.”
“i know i’ve been away, i’m just tryna get my paper straight girl, i know i’ve been away, i’m just tryna get my paper straight.”
dreams, fairytales, fantasies — a$ap ferg, brent faiyaz
“you know you belong to me, you can bring your whole squad plus three, you don’t like to get told what to do, but you like it when i put you on a leash, all fours for me, on the floor for me, have you scratching walls, parkour for me, and every night i’ll hit it right.”
“you’re the one for me and even if you’re wrong for me, it’s a good mistake.”
session 32 — summer walker
“i finally got you out of my bed, but i still can’t get you out of my head.”
“i’m sending you one text at a time, i know you by your phone, so boy pick up your line.”
“you don’t know what love is, if you don’t put up a fight, you don’t know what love is, if you don’t stay up all night, crying.”
she’s so nice — pink guy (joji, also don’t really like this song, just this one part)
“she’s so nice, she lets me use her body.”
“she’s so nice, i treat her badly, but she comes back every time. it goes to show that none of these hoes are worth a dime.”
slow dancing in the dark — joji
“give me reasons we should be complete? you should be with him, i can’t compete.”
“don’t follow me you’ll end up in my arms.”
“i don’t fuck with your tone, i don’t wanna go home, can it be one night?”
ocean eyes — billie eilish
“no fair... you really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes.”
“he left her lonely with a diamond mind, and those ocean eyes...”
good little girl — adventure time woot woot
“good little girl, always picking a fight with me... you know that i’m bad, but you’re spending the night with me, what do you want from my world? you’re a good little girl.”
“bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like— i really don’t buy, that you’re that kind of guy, and if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?”
“don’t you know i’m a villain? every night i’m out killin’ sending everyone running like children.” (s4 eren much...)
untitled — rex orange county
“so if for any reason there’s some miscommunication or i’m lying to her face, my immaturity and habits getting in the way, cause i can barely breathe and i don’t know how i’ll explain myself this time... wish it wasn’t a case of ‘this time’, but why can’t i be any other boy that doesn’t need a hand in love?”
“but how did i fail to give you all the love that you deserve?”
“and i don’t mind if you hate me cause baby if i were you i would probably hate me too.”
#eren jaeger x reader#eren x reader#eren yeager x reader#attack on titan#eren jaeger#eren aot#eren yeager
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The Kegger - For You Series
JJ Maybank x Allie Routledge (John B’s younger sister)
Allie was sitting on a log next to some tourist, a good looking guy, who was obviously not in high school. JJ turned to look at them when Allie let out an exaggerated giggle at something dumb the tourist said and then he watched while the stupid touron’s hand started to move from it’s spot on her knee and up her bare thigh. JJ didn’t know it but he was crushing his beer can and clenched his jaw so loud that Pope and Kie noticed.
“WOW! You are so jealous!” Kie said teasingly to JJ.
“What?” JJ said pulled from his trance of imagining breaking the nose of the touron that had his hands on Allie. “Pfft! No! She’s like my little sister! I’m just being protective.” JJ defended.
“Really? ‘Cause her actual brother barely cares.” Pope nodded towards John B. talking to some friends at the keg, completely not concerned with Allison and the guy flirting with her.
“Please J, we all know you’ve always had a thing for Allie.” Kie said.
“I do not! It’s Allie. I’d never do that to John B.” JJ said reminding himself more than trying to convince Pope and Kie.
“So if she wasn’t John B.’s little sister, you’d admit you’re in love with her?”
JJ glared at the two of them before groaning. “I’m not talking to you guys anymore. I’m not in love with Allie!” He emphasized as he walked away.
Pope and Kie smiled at each other, “So he’s totally head over heels for her right?” Pope asked.
“Oh 1000%” Kie agreed.
Allie saw JJ approach and shot him a glare knowing he was about to interrupt her and try to cock block this tourist, but he didn’t even glance at her, just squeezed in between Allie and the tourist on the log.
“Dude, what the fuck?” the tourist asked, obviously pissed off at the interruption.
“Oh. hey man! Sorry, didn’t see you there.” JJ said sarcastically, putting his arm around Allie’s shoulders, “did I interrupt you hitting on my 17 year old baby sister? ...yeah, dude, I know she’s a minor, so I feel like-”
“This is your brother?” The tourist interrupted.
“No! He’s not.” Allie said sharply, looking at JJ and pushing his muscly arm off of her, “He’s just jealous, but trying to pretend he’s being protective instead.”
JJ looked at her and smirked as he drank from his solo cup, obviously proud of himself and amused as the tourist looked confused and then sighed, fed up with the drama this was turning into. “Whatever” he said walking away.
“What the fuck JJ?!” Allie yelled at him as she stood up to face him still seated on the log.
“Ya know, I feel like people are always saying that to me!” he chuckled sarcastically, but Allison was not amused, “What Allie?! Are you seriously mad at me for saving you from a hugely disappointing 5 minutes that doesn’t end with you in an orgasm?” He raised his eyebrows as he sipped his beer again.
She just gaped at his bold statement.
“And you know what Allie? I’m not jealous! You’re like my litter sister!” he scoffed. And JJ didn’t miss the flash of disappointment cross Allie’s face, which she failed to hide fast enough.
He cocked his head to the side while the grin on his face grew. “Wait a damn minute! Was that disappointment I just saw? You want me to be jealous, don’t you?” He asked standing up and getting excited while Allie crossed her arms and put on her best poker face. “You want me to look at you as something other than a little sister, don’t you?!” he teased further as he looked down at her, trying to break her.
“I don’t know JJ, do guys practically break their necks trying to check out their ‘little sister’s’ ass in a bikini?” she asked indignantly, using air quotes.
“I never-” JJ smiled and shook his head, but she interrupted and leaned in next to his ear, “Or get hard watching me eat a popsicle?”
And she saw JJ’s jaw drop a little and she pulled away from him, “Yeah. I knew you were watching me dumbass ...you really think that’s how I would normally eat a popsicle?”
JJ just closed his mouth and rolled his lips into each other knowing he lost this battle. “Later ...bro” Allie said walking away from him.
...
Allie continued to get a little drunk, because even though she was annoyed at JJ for cock-blocking her with the tourist, the fact that JJ might be jealous gave her all kinds of satisfaction, which only reminded her that she liked JJ way more than her brother’s best friend. And she had a feeling JJ knew this too, and yet, there he was along with John B entertaining a whole group of girls. JJ caught Allie scowling at him and he just gave her a smirk and a wink before going back to making his new-found groupies giggle. Allie rolled her eyes and downed another screwdriver. Then she had an idea. As immature and petty as it was, she decided 2 could play at this game.
Allie grabbed the bag of cut-up limes, the tequila and the salt. She stood on top of the one giant wooden table someone had built and left down here at Boneyard party years ago. "Who wants to do body shots?!" She yelled. Immediately, a dozen boys and some eager girls surrounded the table. She didn't even look over to see if JJ had heard. Allie helped a girl lay on the table and after a guy licked some salt off her stomach, took a shot of some tequila and then took the lime out of her mouth.
"Hey, when is it your turn?" one of the hot tourists asked Allie. She smiled and hopped up on the table to lay down.
What Allie didn't see was John B and JJ exchanging admonishing glances. JJ shook his head and walked over to the table indicating he would handle it.
"Allie, what are you doing?" JJ asked, annoyed as he reached the table. She sat up leaning back on her elbows and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why do you care JJ? You jealous?" She cruelly teased with an edge to her voice. JJ just glared at her, before looking away and shaking his head yet again at her antics, "Or you just don't want your 'little sister' acting like a whore?" she asked taking off her tank top and throwing it at him, before she poured salt in the cleavage revealed by her bikini top.
The tourist slightly pushed JJ out of the way as he bent down to lick it off her, but JJ shoved him hard before he could touch Allie. Then JJ grabbed Allie's arm and pulled her off the table. "Come on!" He said dragging her through the party.
Allie chuckled darkly as she struggled to keep up, "This whole jealous toxic masculinity doesn't look good on you, just fyi." But JJ ignored her, pulling her to a secluded area. Allie had to admit though, this was her plan all along and even though it definitely was not a healthy way to get JJ’s attention, she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t actually super turned on by what was happening.
"What JJ?! What?! You came in like the bad big brother and pulled me away! Now what?"
"What is wrong with you Allie?! Letting random guys do body shots off of you?! You were about to let that guy lick your tits?! What the fuck?! You think that's cool to get wasted and let guys just take advantage of you?"
"First of all, I'm not fucking wasted! Secondly, they aren't taking advantage if I'm consenting to it dumbass. And three, it's frickin harmless! It's not like I'm fucking random tourists every weekend!" She threw at him.
JJ stared at her angrily with a furrow in his brow for a minute. "Yeah?! What was that earlier tonight then, huh?! Were you not gonna go home with that fucking touron if I hadn't interrupted?"
"Okay, so my one time versus your dozens of girls?!" She threw her hands out as they continued yelling at each other.
"Why do you think I do that Allie?! Huh?! Why do you think I hookup with random girls?"
She looked at him confused. "What the fuck, JJ?" she muttered, "Because you're a fucking horny teenage fuckboy? How am I supposed to know?!"
"You ever think it's because I can’t be with the girl I want to be with ...because she’s my best friend’s little sister? And everyone on this island knows I’m no good for her?! So yeah, I sleep with random girls, smoke all day, get in fights and just, in general, be a fuck up, because I might as well live up to everyone’s expectations of me, right? ...If I can’t have the one girl I’ve been in love with since we were kids, then what’s the point of trying to be better?” He finished, shrugging and staring at her, furrow in his brow still present.
Allie stayed quiet for a second, as the tension in her face relaxed at the realization that JJ was actually admitting feelings for her and then returning as she heard what JJ thought of himself.
“Whatever, just forget it okay?” He muttered and started to walk past her.
“JJ, wait!” She called after him.
He stopped, but didn’t turn around yet, just let out a sigh, “What Allie?” He asked tiredly and started to turn around. Allie walked up to him and crashed her lips on his. No softness or gentleness about it, just 11 years of pining after one another sparking a fire that ignited when their lips touched. JJ’s arms instantly around Allie’s waist, pulling her as close as possible. Her hands on his cheek and neck, fingers snaking through his hair.
They pulled apart, breathing heavy, foreheads pressed together. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember JJ Maybank.” She whispered. He searched her face for a second making sure this was real before kissing her again.
As much as Allie never wanted to stop kissing JJ, she also had something important to tell him, so she pulled away and held his face in her hands. “You might think you’re a fuck-up. But I think you’re charming and ...and fucking electric and insanely smart and fiercely loyal. You are the most amazing guy with the biggest heart and if you ever talk that way about my JJ again, I’ll have to kick your ass.”
“Oh, I’m your JJ now, huh?” he smirked.
“Damn straight ...always have been.” She smirked back before kissing again.
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You Send Me Flying
Chapter Two:
Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’d by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie as I still don’t have the book ☹️ not smut…yet.
Vince came back after a few minutes and found us still in the kitchen. “Hey, guys, listen, she wants to go home-“
“What? No way! We still have to practice!” Nikki spoke up.
“Jesus H. Christ. If I wasn’t fed up with her shit before, I am now. That woman fucks with my nerves and doesn’t bother with a courtesy reach-around. She can take a cab, for fuck’s sake, or call her daddy.”
Nikki points over at me. “I like her, she can stay. Your girlfriend on the other hand…”
Vince sighs. “I’ll see what I can do.” He leaves to go talk to her again and we can hear her yelling through the door. It takes longer, but Vince does eventually come back in. “Ok guys, she’s gone.”
Everyone gave a sigh of relief at that announcement. For the remainder of the day, the boys continued with playing more songs until the sun began to set. We were all feeling a little peckish and so we decided to call in a phone order for Chinese food. After the food arrived, we sat round the coffee table to eat, Nikki passing out notebooks and pens to Tommy, Vince and Mick.
“Ok, so here’s my theory,” Nikki begins, “if we wanna knock people on their asses, then we gotta give ‘em a show. The Punks, they’re doing the minimalistics, so let’s take it in the exact opposite direction. I’m…I’m talking like stadium shows in the clubs, man. Like costumes and lights-“
“And pyro! With flames and explosions and shit!” Tommy interrupts, turning his can of hairspray and lighter into a makeshift torch.
“Exactly, exactly! Look, it’s a fuckin’ war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they’ve never seen before.”
“So what do we call this thing?” Vince asks.
“Here…” Nikki picks up his notebook and starts flipping through the pages. “It’s all about being larger than life!” He finally holds up his notebook for us to see a pentagram with X Mass under it.
“X Mass?” Vince asks.
“Yeah…”
“On a scale of one to ten…I give it a one point nine.” Mick intones, making the other three laugh.
I shook my head in feigned anguish, “That’s harsh. Accurate, but harsh!”
Mick just shrugs.
“It’s a play on Christmas! You know, you can use all the Christ imagery and shit! It’ll piss people off and make people think, you know?”
Tommy makes a face and I could tell Mick still wasn’t convinced.
“It’s got shock value…”
Vince shook his head.
“Yeah, I’m shocked by how much it blows.”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Mick has some wicked wit. Which, by the way, does nothing to cool down my attraction to him as we sat around the table.
Nikki tossed the notebook down, “Alright, assholes, you give it a shot. But make it big!”
Everyone picks up their notebooks and a pen or marker. Vince looks like he can’t come up with anything, and I find myself entranced by Mick’s look of concentration, but Tommy is quickly scribbling in his. When he’s done, he turns it around. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Tommy’s childish giggle was enough to confirm I wasn’t seeing things. Vince laughed and Nikki scoffed while Mick rolled his eyes.
“Still have the mind of a twelve year old, I see. As well as the body.”
“Ouch…and she says I’m the harsh one.”
“The Foreskins? Really? Tommy?”
“Yeah! Cause we’re gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude!”
“Yeah, but…but can you see that shit on the marquee above the Forum?!”
“Yeah, ok, you’re right. I’m out.”
Vince holds up his hands, indicating he’s not even gonna try. But Mick starts to write something down thoughtfully. The guys seem impressed when he turns the notebook in his hands. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this day.”
“Alright,” Nikki says, taking the notebook from Mick and adding to it, the dots over the O and changing crew to Crue with the dots over the U. Mick smiles with satisfaction. It’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and damn if I wouldn’t fall head over heels if I stuck around. And yet…
“Hey, you were talking about costumes before. Does that include makeup?” I asked Nikki before I could stop myself.
“Yeah! Yeah! All that shit!” Nikki enthuses. “Why, you know someone who can do that?”
I just smile and point at myself.
“No shit?”
“Yeah,” Vince pipes up, “she’s getting her makeup artist license. She’s perfect for the job!”
I smile, “Well I do need a job, and based on what I’m hearing, I am getting a few ideas in mind as to how you could all dress. I mean, if you’re interested in what i have to say.” I grabbed the notebook and pen to create a quick sketch of possible outfits or makeup. The guys were interested, some even suggesting to add their own ideas as to what they could wear too. Talks of leather, tight pants, belts, and a bit of heavy make up were tossed around, “Nikki you said that you guys want to go all out? This is how you do it.”
Mick rested his chin on his palm as he looked over the drawings, “That’s pretty wicked actually.”
I felt my cheeks becoming warm after hearing his compliment, and who else but Tommy proceeded to tease me with a schoolboy-ish tone, “Oooooh!”
“Fuck off Tommy!” I shouted, hitting him with the notebook, although that hardly affected his immature outburst when he made a puckered up kissing face. “You’re such an asshole!” I stood up and headed towards the balcony to cool off. Once I was out there, I took out my lighter and pack of cigarettes. The stupid thing wouldn’t light up, it had to be low on butane. I chucked the lousy device into the street and rested my elbows onto the steel bars, letting out a frustrated huff.
The night was warm, typical of most any night in the City of Angels. The street lights were already glowing bright, except for one near the end of the street that’s blinking. The light’s trying its very best to burn bright this evening. The sound of approaching footsteps are of no concern to me, instead I kept my eyes on the concrete ground below me. A clicking noise caused me to turn around, there’s Mick with a lighter in hand, the flame burning bright. He brought it close to my cigarette and, after inhaling the harsh, familiar taste of tobacco in my mouth, I thanked him.
“You alright?” Mick wondered, standing by my side.
I simply shrugged my shoulders, “It’s whatever, Tommy’s always been like that for as long as I’ve known him. I don’t really care anymore.”
“You sure about that?” he asked nonchalantly.
I scowled at him and spat back, “Why do you care?” I took another drag and puffed out a cloud of smoke to him.
He raised an eyebrow and then headed back inside. A part of me was kicking myself for responding back at him like that, yet I was reminding myself that I had more important matters to focus on. Quite frankly, he shouldn’t have been one of them.
@nature-and-music @lady-jane-revisited @mickmarstookmyheart @gothicfuneralsblog @sophiazeppelinchick
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Held Hostage
Jason Voorhees x reader
Word count: 1840
Warnings: Death, decapitation.
The day I had found myself in Camp Crystal Lake was the day that my life would be torn away from me. The day that I would be locked away under the ground and held hostage by the man that everyone believed to be a myth.
The day I came, I wasn’t here to party, do drugs, or have sex. Instead I was here to pay my respects for the poor boy that had drowned in the lake. Jason Voorhees, the young boy who had drowned when he was thrown into the lake. He was called names, picked on because of his differences. Due to his death, his mother had gone on a murder spree to get revenge for her son.
All the time I would hear stories about this camp, and each time they had a different outcome. People believed that it was all a hoax, a campfire story they told to scare the kids. Some believed that it was all true and that Jason actually did drown, and then there’s the few that believed he was still alive, and those few people were right.
When I encountered Jason, it was the most unexpected thing. I was one of those people that were convinced that Jason had actually drowned, so when I saw the man in the hockey mask who stood dead silent, I knew it was none other than him.
Jason held a machete in his hand, blood dripping from the blade from what I could only assume belonged to the people that I had heard pull up earlier on.
I was sat by the lake, out on the dock as I looked off into the water. I could only imagine that pain Pamela felt when she found out her little boy was dead, only he wasn’t.
*FLASHBACK*
It was silent, considering the truck filled with people that had arrived earlier on, as a matter of fact, I hadn’t heard them since they took off into the forest.
A part of me was saying that I should leave, and never return, but there was a bigger part of me that was saying that I should say. Something was drawing me in, to sit and acknowledge the people that had died on this land, pay my respects, and apologise for the immaturity of the other trespassers who come to party.
I heard the sound of leaves crunching from behind me and I whipped around, only to find myself frozen in shock at what I was seeing.
A man, I could only assume, covered from head to toe so I could see any skin. He had on a hockey mask that blocked me from viewing his face. “Jason?” I stupidly asked.
I found myself staring down at the machete he held in his hands that was covered in thick coats of blood, dripping from how much was on it. “I wasn’t here to disrespect you, or your mother. I promise.” I stammered, my eyes never leaving the blade. “I wanted to come here and pay my respects and apologise for the actions of others.” I rushed out in an attempt to save myself. My words were true, but they were said in this moment in hope that I wouldn’t be killed.
He remained unbothered as he stood his ground.
“What they did to you, wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. We all have things about us that makes us different. What would the world be like if we all looked the same? Please, Jason. I’ll leave and I won’t come back, I-” I stopped speaking when the man tensed up and he began to charge at me. I frantically looked around when I realised that I was cornered. I was foolish to not have taken those swimming lessons.
The next thing I knew, everything went black and when I awoke, I was chained to the wall, where I would spend all my days for who knows how long.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
My only source of entertainment now a days was wondering if any of Jason’s victims had got away, which never happened, but there was always a slight part of me that believed there was a chance that one of them could flee the giants attacks, and maybe then I would be rescued from this hole.
I stared at Jason as he worked at his bench. I couldn’t see from where I was, but whatever it was, it was certainly important to him, as every time he was finished he hid it in a spot where no one would ever search for it.
His head shot up when the classic sound of the bells ringing throughout the cave caught his attention. He immediately put the item back in its place and gabbed his machete that was covered in dry blood. He glanced back at me before he exited the cave I was trapped in, leaving me all alone.
I waited impatiently for the sound of teen screams, but surprisingly they didn’t come.
My throat was still sore from the last time, but I screamed as loud as I could. “Help me!” I cried. I attempted to hold myself still, as my wrist were sensitive due to the consistent rubbing of the metal chains against my skin. “Help!” I repeated once again.
Then I heard it.
I sighed as I realised that Jason was already coming back, it was a false alarm. These happened more often than you would expect. An animal would fumble into a trap that Jason had set.
This time though, it was different.
I heard a voice. That was when I knew that it was someone else. “Hello?” The voice called out.
“Over here!” I cried. I heard whispering after my call out and then I heard footstep running in my direction.
Two guys came into view.
One of the guys froze in his place whereas the other rushed towards me. “Shit.” The guy mumbled as he looked at my chains. “Is there a key anywhere?” He asked as he looked around. “Dude don’t just stand there. Look.” He said to the other guy.
“I don’t think so.” I mumbled, my voice coming out raspy.
“I’ll have to break it.” He spoke. I watched as he picked up a rock off the ground and held the chain out. He bashed against the chain with all his strength, and then I was finally free.
My arms fell limp to my side, and I felt a breath of relief leave my body when I felt the cool air hit my bruised skin. “Come on, we have to get you out of here. Help-” When the boy in front of me looked over his shoulder, he got front row view of the machete penetrating through the chest of his friend.
Blood sprayed from the wound as Jason retracted the blade. “Run!” I yelled as I nudged the boy to leave, only he didn’t. He was shocked, and because of this reason, he didn’t last much longer.
Jason trudged forward with heavy steps and sliced across the boys neck, his head rolling of his body and hitting the ground. I moved over just in time as the body fell backwards and landed besides me.
I looked away from the bloody mess, as tears began to fall. That feeling of freedom I felt before was long gone and now I filled with fear and panic. Could this be it? Will I finally die?
Jason took slow steps as he walked towards me, I couldn’t tell what his gaze was on exactly as his eyes were completely dark. He didn’t look real. He didn’t look alive.
I crawled back as far as I could, with my arms being weak from how long it had been since they were able to move freely. I was stopped by the wall behind me, and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact, only it didn’t come.
I heard the clatter of Jason’s machete hitting the ground and that was when I opened my eyes.
Jason crouched down in front of me, and his hands came over to my own. He gently picked up my arm and brought my wrist close to his face.
He was looking over my wounds.
He did the same thing with the other one before he placed them back down and he stood up.
I observed Jason as he stalked over to his bench and pulled out the item he always kept hidden, and it was then that I saw the locket.
Jason walked back over to me with the locket dangling from his hand. I stayed still as he placed the locket over my head and pulled my hair out from underneath it.
I looked down at the locket, eyeing it to see what was so special. It had a photo, a photo of Pamela Voorhees. It was Jason’s mothers. That’s why he kept it so hidden.
“Why are you giving this to me?” I asked. Of course I didn’t receive an answer from the mute man, who in return stood up and went back over to his desk.
Jason pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled on it with a chunk of charcoal. He held the paper out to me, and I barely make out what the writing was.
’You are mine. You can’t leave me.’
I looked down when I read those words.
Jason was a broken man, all he wanted was for someone to be with him, so he wasn’t alone once again, but he was a murderer.
“Jason.” His head snapped over towards my direction. “You can’t keep me locked up. Someone will come and they will find me. You’ll get in a lot of trouble.” I tried to explain.
Jason aggressively pointed down to the piece of paper in my hand as if to make a point. He tightly gripped my arm and pulled it back over to the broken chain. “Jason, wait!” He paused. “I won’t leave you.” I breathed out. “Just please don’t chain me up again. You can keep me locked up down here, but don’t tie me up. I need to move around.”
Jason was hesitant, but he eventually nodded his head and silently walked away. He looked over at the exit and pulled it down shut, locking it up with some more chains that he found and a padlock. He pushed against the shut door and then returned back to his previous spot in front of me.
I then remembered the dead bodies that were still inside, and I glanced over at them. “Are you going to get rid of them?” I asked as I nodded towards the body.
Jason frantically nodded his head and threw the two bodies over his shoulder, collecting the severed head along with them. He turned around and looked over at his machete that was left lying on his bench. He looked back over at me before he walked away.
I was once again Jason’s hostage, but at least this time I had more freedom.
#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x reader#slashers x reader#friday the 13th#camp crystal lake#slashers
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Nagisa getting angry at the whole class/or group 4 hc’s? The reason could be something about tainting Sakura or something? I just love mad Nagisa. Hope you’re doing well 🙌
Wait I love this so much omg, an opportunity to have him go apeshit like he deserved!! 💚 I love the idea of involving Sakura but I changed it up a bit ^^; Also if it's ok, I decided to write a short one-shot!
(Nagisa gets angry, 3-E gets put in their places and learns to be more humble) One-Shot!!
It was Day 5 of their assigned punishment, volunteering at the school. It was safe to say that majority of the class accepted it by this point and chose to focus on positives. even enjoying the time that was spent there.
The more damage they noticed, the more determined they were to fix the building and give the kids a proper place to learn. Chiba, who led the architect aspects, was especially endeared towards them, probably because he had younger sisters of his own.
The class all had divvied up their tasks. A large portion focused mainly on repairs and handiwork, but often alternated so people could have breaks too. Another big part of the class focused on entertaining the kids and helping Matsukata with the lessons.
A lot of students, the ones with high grades, were also involved in tutoring the children and generally helping out if it was needed. Kanzaki, Fuwa, Mimura, to name a few.
Nagisa figured he was in the very small minority of his classmates who was really only spending time with one child. Actually, scratch that, he was the only one.
But it wasn't like he minded! Sure, Sakura could be a brat and she was prickly at times. All the time... but she was just a kid! A kid who had already been conditioned into thinking she was a hopeless case! Of course, Nagisa would do everything in his power to help her feel better about herself.
After all, he knew exactly how it felt.
But Nagisa wasn't completely oblivious. Even if his attention was on her, he didn't miss the eye-roll exchanges amongst his classmates. Or the annoyed sigh his friends would give if he mentioned tutoring Sakura.
It left a very bad taste in his mouth, but he wisely chose to ignore it, pretend like he didn't hear anything before going back towards Sakura with new worksheets in hand.
This had continued on since the second day of their volunteering, so for a few days now. The subtle quirks of their eyebrows, quiet scoffs, whispering amongst each other.
Nagisa liked to believe that his classmates weren't snobby or problematic. But their behavior was seriously starting to piss him off now, and if it continued, he wasn't sure if he could shut up any longer.
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Of course, it had to be Sugino first.
Nagisa loved his best friend truly, but never did he feel so strong of an urge to sock him in the head.
They were all walking back home, as it was the end of the day and their after-school time at the school was done. The children had left first, then Class E stayed to do some extra work and help Matsukata before leaving themselves.
Like usual, Class E was split up. Some kids walked far along in their own groups, chatting. Others had already turned down their streets, ready to head home. Nagisa was in the back with Sugino, Kayano, Kanzaki, Okuda, Terasaka, and Nakamura.
Karma hadn't come in that day, claiming he was sick. Well...not surprising.
They were walking, feet sore from the day and their bags weighing over their shoulders. It was mostly Nakamura and Kayano talking, with a couple quips from Terasaka.
Nagisa was mostly just zoning out, thinking of what his mom would say or do tonight. Was she working late? Should he grab some groceries? Should he do the laundry-?
"Hellooooo~!" A hand waved in front of his face and Nagisa jolted up to see Sugino grinning at him expectedly. "Dude, wake up!"
"Sorry about that," Nagisa replied quickly (automatically) before smiling back. "What's up?"
"I was just gonna ask if you'd be up for leaving the volunteering stuff early tomorrow with me and Karma. He said he found a cool new comic shop to check out."
Nagisa bit his lip to stop from laughing out loud. Karma and Sugino really went from being "enemies" to now inviting him to their plans. Oh, the irony.
"Mm sorry, but I have to make the most use of that time to help Sakura. Maybe another time?" He offered.
Sugino's smile quirked. Ah, there it was.
"Man, that sucks."
Nagisa's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"That you have to miss out on studying and fun just to tutor some bratty kid," Sugino retorted without missing a beat.
Nagisa's jaw almost dropped. Sugino liked kids. Where the heck was this coming from? "What's your problem?" He demanded.
At this point, the whole group had quieted down to watch them both with interest. Nakamura's lips were upturned as she crossed her arms. Terasaka's body posture appeared lax, but a sharp glint was in his eyes. Kayano just looked worried
Sugino carded his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Look, I just think you should leave her alone. She's still got a terrible attitude and isn't grateful at all for anything."
"She's just a kid!" Nagisa shot back, feeling his chest grow taut. "And if you bothered to pay attention, you'd see that it has improved. She needs someone to believe in her."
"No offense, Nagisa," a voice cut in. It was Nakamura stepping forward, her blue eyes similar to that of a shark's. "But I've heard you say that about a lot of things that never change."
"Not to mention, that it doesn't have to be your obligation to do everything for her," Kayano chimed in hesitantly.
"Honestly, I just don't get how you can even be around her for too long," Terasaka added. "She's so annoying."
"Enough!" Nagisa snapped loudly, feeling a familiar venom shoot up inside of him. It settled into his veins, on a pathway to pump inside of his heart.
All of his friends stiffened, but he couldn't bring himself to care at that moment. He continued sharply, "You know, this hubris you guys have...is what caused us to be in this situation in the first place."
He shook his head. "You just never learn your lesson, do you? You're all trashing on this literal child, when she's just like us!"
"Nagisa-" Sugino tried to interject, but Nagisa stopped him.
"We've been treated like losers. We've been talked down to by almost every adult in our lives." His voice got louder as his chest tightened. "We know what it's like to feel hopeless! And that's exactly how Sakura feels, so why don't you want to fix that?!"
Kayano was the first to lower her head.
"You know, we're lucky. Just because we have a crazy teacher and get to learn about assassination with cool gadgets doesn't change who we are," he continued. "We're still students who struggle. We're normal people who have failed but we got back up on our feet. We know we can do better. But lately, we've just been acting like the same people who treat us like crap!"
He let out a heavy breath. "And come on guys..." He lifted his gaze to meet theirs. "Let's not act like we're any better. I mean, look at how immature and bratty we've been!"
He gestured to Nakamura. "The first thing you tried to say after we were caught was that it was Matsukata's fault for being there."
The blonde flinched.
He turned to Terasaka, leveling his gaze with his. "And you almost blew me up on the first day of school for money!" He let his words out in one breathless laugh."
He turned towards Sugino. "And dude? You said some pretty mean stuff back when we first got Ritsu."
Both guys averted their gazes, their mouths downturned.
Nagisa sighed. "The point is, that we're not perfect. We've come a long way, but we've made mistakes and we can accept that. So please extend that energy towards this 12-year old who genuinely needs support."
The anger inside him had cooled down now, like how lava and molten rock gradually formed into solid rock. He watched his friends pensively. They all wore expressions of guilt and shame.
"You're right, man," Sugino said quietly. "I'm sorry." The others followed suit, and Nagisa felt a weight relieve his shoulders.
"Just..." Nagisa brushed back his bangs. "Give her a chance, guys. She's more than just an ungrateful brat."
"Of course, Nagisa," Kayano offered him a tiny smile, which he returned.
"And," Nagisa straightened up and fixed his gaze on Sugino. "You better wait to visit that comic shop until I'm free."
We're okay. I forgive you.
Sugino's lips turned up. "Sure, man."
#assclass#ansatsu kyoushitsu#assassination classsroom#writing#nagisa shiota#fahadfhskdas this feels like a mess#i couldve made him more mad#also pls dont think im demonizing the class or anything#i just think they were being arrogant#and deserved an actual call out by a responsible person#anyways hope u enjoy <3
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Stuck on You...
All the former Titans and their kids laughed at Cyborg's reaction to the story they were currently narrating.
Dick, Kory, Mar'i, Vic, Karen, formerly known as Bumble Bee, and TJ and Beast Boy's family were currently all sprawled around the Logan household's living room, as all the friends told the kids the much-anticipated story.
'And kids,' Dick started, looking at his daughter, Mark and Maya, and TJ, Vic's son. 'That is how the "cutest" couple in the Titans universe came to be!' He chuckled.
Raven and Gar looked at each other as they leaned in for a kiss.
'Eww... PDA!' Maya and Mark whined as Mar'i smiled. 'I love, love.' She muttered under her breath.
Breaking away from the kiss, Gar asked, 'PDA? But I'm behind the closed doors of my house... with my family.'
'It means "Parental Display of Affection".' TJ chirped in.
'And it's much worse than "Public Display of Affection", believe me." Maya said.
All of them burst out laughing.
'But I have to say, I loved your story!' Mar'i said in a sing-song way. 'You really are the "cutest" and most romantic couple!'
'Hey!' Dick pretended to look offended, 'You do know that your parents are Dick and Kory Grayson, right?' He joked as the room was once again filled up with laughs.
'Well, I've gotta say, Logan.' Came a voice from above Garfield's head which made him release a girly "eep!" as Damian Wayne hanged upside down from the ceiling. 'You very much knew what you were doing.'
'WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?' Gar exclaimed, surprised from his visit.
'He came in with the Graysons', Dad,' Mark spoke up. 'Didn't you notice?'
'No!' Gar exclaimed, clutching his chest. He looked at Damian. 'I'm getting old dude, don't scare me like that!'
'I'll keep that in mind.' He replied, still hanging upside down, a smirk playing on his lips.
Though the present leader of the Titans would never admit it, he liked the former hero.
Yes, it was true that he was too immature of an adult, but he was also an amazing person and Damian always regarded him with respect, though small moments like these were common between them.
'So, Little D, word has it that you went on a date with Maya Logan here?' Dick smirked.
At this, Damian's eyes wide opened as he lost his balance and fell down from the ceiling, falling to the ground with a light "thud".
'Huh, who knew Damian Wayne could fall off like that?' Dick joked at his beloved, flustered brother
Maya, on instinct, rushed towards him and helped him stand up. After smoothening his red hoodie, and nodding a quick thanks at Maya, he finally regained his composure.
'It wasn't a date.' He glared with red cheeks at his step-brother, who was grinning. 'We just went to a library after school and as it was getting late, we just go-'
'Yeah, yeah, we know.' Gar cut him off, waving his hands in front of him. He slowly walked towards Damian and took a big breath. 'And, unless and until I get no complaints... I allow you to date my daughter.'
Maya blushed at her father's announcement, and a tinge of red was also visible on the Robin's cheeks.
'Re-really?' He asked, a bit surprised.
'Yeah.' Garfield put a hand on the boy's shoulder. 'I know you, Damian. You're an amazing kid, and I believe Maya will be safe with you... Just don't harm her.' He said the last line with gritted teeth as he squeezed Damian's shoulder with so much pressure, that the Boy Wonder's arm began to visibly shake.
'Ye- Yes Sir!' Damian gave an uncharacteristic squeak as Gar released his grip.
'Your daughter is safe with me.' He insisted, and then gave a small smile as he lifted his hand for a handshake, 'Thank you, Gar.'
Gar shook his head with a smile as he pulled the unsuspecting boy into a bear hug, as all the people around the room "aww-ed".
***
After all the entertaining events of the night, everyone was occupied with something or the other after a rather delicious feast prepared by Raven, with the help of her generous husband, of course.
As Raven was busy putting away some leftover food in the refrigerator, she took a moment to look around her.
She saw Kory and Karen, who were helping her do the dished earlier, were still preoccupied with gossips.
Dick was telling something to Damian and Maya, but she could see that they were paying less to no attention at the rambling adult, as they looked busy staring into each other's eyes. She let herself smile at that.
On the couch, she saw Vic playing video games with Gar. She smirked, Vic was still good at beating Garfield's butt at video games.
In the distance, she saw TJ talking to Mar'i, who looked a bit confused, while Mark was standing near them with a magazine, glancing at his friends with tinted cheeks. TJ is probably being the wingman for Mark. She smiled.
Raven remembered when they were younger, probably 18, or 19, Cyborg, and on some good days, even Nightwing would act as wingmen for Beast Boy, but she always dismissed them, thinking of it as some kind of prank. She laughed, thinking of the memories.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she was lost in her thoughts.
'Hey, beautiful.' Gar whispered from her back. 'Something on your mind?'
'Nothing particularly..' She turned around to face him. 'Look at everyone...' She breathed.
Gar smiled and looked around the room.
'Look at them,' He looked at Damian and Maya, both in their own little bubble. 'Our little girl's all grown up...' He wiped a fake tear from his eyes.
Raven smiled, 'And what about Mark?'
'Ehh, he was ought to leave the house someday...' Gar jokingly waved her off as they both ended up laughing.
'But, seriously,' He said, looking at TJ taking to Mar'i while Mark was trying to be "cool". 'I have to teach my son some skills. He's not getting any girl like that.'
Raven chuckled.
'It's so amazing...' She breathed after a pause, 'All of us are still together... the Titans I mean. And, it's not like it's forced or anything... All of us are really... truly happy to be in each other's lives.'
'Yeah, well,' Gar smiled. 'We are a family, Rae. Vic, Kory, Dick, Karen... we're all part of such an amazing.. dysfunctional family.' He chuckled.
'I never thought I would have a family of mine, Gar...' Raven said, clutching his chest.
'But here you are, Rae!' He smiled, tightening his grip around her small frame. 'You're blessed with two amazing children... and a dashing and handsome husband if I do say so myself.' He wriggled his eyebrows which made her chuckle. 'And, you're an awesome wife and a loving mother... and the fact that you are also a selfless hero.. it all just adds up!'
Raven smiled.
Their relationship wasn't always the best one... It was mostly on-and-off.
But, in the end, both of them knew if they were to end up with someone, it would always be each other.
No matter how heated their arguments got... at the end of the day, all that mattered was they loved each other, and no one and nothing could ever change that.
She looked at him, his face glowing in front of her. He was always an open book, and though he did try to bury some emotions, Raven always knew better.
But now, in front of her, in his bright green eyes, there were no regrets, no sadness, no doubts or "what if" thoughts.
All that was there was happiness, adoration, passion, love, and hope for an even brighter future together.
Unable to control herself from all the wonderful emotions flowing off of him, she leaned forward and crashed her lips with his. Gar was taken a bit off guard but kissed her back just as passionately.
'What was that for?' He asked, panting a bit from the hot kiss.
'Nothing... just.' Raven held him close, burying her face into his arms. 'I love you, Gar.'
He smiled and kissed her head, holding her close.
'I love you too, Rae...'
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Have you noticed how every time Darren does something upsetting, he relies on the Warblers or Glee to get people's attention again? It may not be him on social media since he says he doesn't know how to use it but it seems to be a trend to me. I really do not know where they're trying to lead his career. He's become so unrecognizable. It's like that Britney episode in season 4 of Glee. Are they trying to ruin him to build him up again, like a comeback? I wish I knew but it's been years and it's time for him to regain control of his life.
This ep was such a rambly incoherent mess that the part I ended up enjoying the most was him realizing that it had in fact been 10 years since the glee live tour. What an insane time that was. Glee at its apex in terms of popularity - the fact that this show had enough pull at that time to sell out a venue like the O2? Crazy. Everything was Klaine and nothing hurt. It was glorious and it looked like we had nowhere to go but up. Little did we all know that RIB was waiting in the wings with a folding chair, preparing to kneecap us all. But that's a rant for another post. I don't know if they had planned to talk about concerts this week or D was just working on a stream of consciousness and that's where they ended up but I was pleasantly surprised that he brought the tour up. And then posted a pic later? Even more surprised. His press is so hard to figure out because on the one hand - it tries like hell to suppress any and all references to Blaine and Klaine - and then on the other, we get things like his livestream last November celebrating the 10 year anniversary of his first appearance on the show and a tb Warbler pic yesterday. The ease with which he still talks about his time on glee makes me think that he would be happy to be reminded of it, but his pr team would rather lock it up and throw away the key if they could get away with it. Its to the point where I don’t trust that 90% of what’s posted on his SM is from him. The nonsense captions, grammar and spelling mistakes, the overuse of emojis, and the trying so hard to be cool and young you end up sounding older than you are - its all so embarrassing and such an insult to D’s intelligence. Which is on clear display if you listen to him speak for 5 minutes.
There’s always an agenda with SM as well and that’s not something that is particular to D. That goes for any celeb out there with an online presence. It may not have started out that way, but that’s what its become - to foster or grow a certain narrative. And the fact that most celeb accounts are not actually run by the celeb themselves is again not particular to D. It just feels more glaring in his case because his team is so fucking bad at it. Like really bad. And it feels like they use his accounts to further their agenda for him and not D’s actual career. He’ll do or say something that feels authentically D and then we must get some pic or something that counteracts it with the straight dude bro frat boy narrative. Or we get his immature selfish bride pasting absolute garbage onto his professional account because she’s an attention whore of the highest order and does not care how she makes him look. None of them do. Its then left to him to pick up the pieces while they go cash their check because he’s an ATM to them and nothing more. I don’t know any other celeb who’s manager gets as much face time as their client does. This whole Celeb IOU thing is the perfect example of it. There really should be a rule that if you’re the person who books the client on the show, you don’t get to be the one who benefits from the reno. Because now it looks like you only signed him on so you can get your house fixed. Which is so gross. So he sits back and gets to listen to D tell the whole world how great a person he is, how much he means to him, what a great job he does as his manager (god that just feels slimy typing it), and how happy he is to be able to do this for him while literally counting the money he’s making off of his appearance here. What the actual fuck? Thank you for taking something that could have been fun and delightful and making it repellent. Chuck has a house, doesn’t he? He could have selected him and I’d watch the shit out of that.
I have no idea where they are trying to lead his career. I don’t think they know because that would take actual work and knowledge and effort. Its much easier to book ads and promos and stupid little things that lead nowhere that are cash grabs. D is 34 years old but his team would prefer to keep him 20 if you judge him by his SM. The dumb comments on tiktoks. The incoherent illegible responses to tweets. Gifs on instagram. He goes out of his way over and over again to tell us that he’s rarely on SM, he’s terrible at it, he doesn’t know how to use it...so if that’s the case, then who’s posting as him? Three guesses. I’d love nothing more than to see him dump his work family all on their collective asses and watch as they struggle for relevance without their meal ticket while he goes on to bigger and better team once he has an actual honest to goodness professional team in place. One that’s more interesting in lining his shelves with awards than their pockets with his money.
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