#✉: Answered

[jeanboyjean]

I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE👀👀👀

What do you think jean’s reaction would be if he likes you but yall aren’t together, and he catches you staring at one of the other guys after a workout, or something like that (I just know he’d be so dramatic lmao) feel free to pick one person, give a general reaction or a list, whichever you want, no pressure 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

asjkjskj OKAY so i just started writing and this is what i blurted out akjsdfnsd he is actually so dramatic i love it when he’s a little pathetic like let me love you u silly man. this became 500 words HAHA

Jean knows.

He’s an idiot but he knows he shouldn’t be jealous. In fact, he has no right to feel anything at all. He shouldn’t even be looking to be honest. And yet, he can’t help it. Not when his world slows to a stop, walls caving in, vision tunnelling to zero in on you every time you’re in the same room together.

His grip tightens on the dumbbells he’s holding, knuckles white, teeth clenched. The sound of his blood pumping roars in his ears, silencing the music blaring in his earphones. 

Why the fuck are you staring at him? 

There you are, sitting on a bench across the gym in your cute little workout outfit and instead of looking at Jean, your eyes are locked on his friend in front of you. Reiner’s deep in a squat, with at least three plates on each side like the miserable show off he is. You must be between sets, with your water bottle in hand, but your gaze is fixed on his form as he grunts out another rep.

Honestly, Jean can’t even blame you when Reiner’s out there throwing around weights like it’s nothing. If he was attracted to men, he would probably be checking him out, too.

Jean huffs in annoyance. He looks down at his arms and flexes his triceps. Sure, he may not be as beefy as Reiner, but he’s no slouch himself. Why is it that you never seem to notice?

Sometimes he’ll feel a glimmer of hope when you smile at him the way you do with that little twinkle in your eyes as if laughing at an inside joke only the two of you share; only to be shattered in a second when you turn that same look on someone else. There’s only so much more of this he can take before he feels like he’ll be about ready to burst. 

Jean knows he should just look away and focus on himself. But how can he when you’re right there, looking as perfect as ever despite being sweaty and messy from working out. Hell, it only makes him want you even more. He wishes it could be him making you sweat. You would never need to go to the gym with the way he knows he could work you out. If only he could just muster up the courage to tell you how he feels. All he wants is to just make you his. He swears he would do anything to give you everything. 

He’s burning holes into Reiner’s body with his eyes and the other man must be able to feel it because he halts, looking up into the mirror to make eye contact with Jean. Reiner double takes and racks his weights. Clearly confused, he slides his headphones off his ears and turns to face Jean with his eyebrows raised. The movement catches your attention and you stir from where you’re sitting on the bench across from him. 

Your eyes follow Reiner’s gaze to land on where Jean is standing, seething, still gripping the dumbbells like his life depends on it. And then, Jean’s heart stutters and the air leaves his lungs in a whoosh … because there it is. Your smile. You've got that smile lighting up your face and now all the tension is escaping his body, leaving him weak in the knees. What he wouldn’t give to have you look at him and only him that way. 

When you lift your hand up in a small wave, it's the nail in the coffin. That's it. He’s going to have to make you his now.

teehee! 

jean’s out here simmering thinking you’re staring at other guys … which true bc they’re also pretty hot … but in this instance you were actually zoning out and reiner just happened to be in front of you. 

i chose reiner #1 he’s gym dad #2 i can’t keep making every situation jean x reader x eren. 

[goldenhypen]

Hey babess!! I always have been wanting to send an ask to you for a long time! I absolutely love and adore your works! I lobe going back to reread it again cause it gives me the feels! Your works are so gooddddd that i wish i could print it in my brain! Like the amount of times I've been delulu because of your work is not funny especially Jake's- i don't know when i started following you but i remember forgetting to follow you cause i click on your next work and readd! i have been pretty much here since in the middle of the corona period and reading your works! And I absolutely love your positive and fun vibes! You are so sweet and crazy! Like maybe I do have a friend crush on you- ★

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[roronoaswifey]

This yo child? If so I'ma be the sassy aunt

Adorable btw <333

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[puffein]

#29 (do u annotate ur books)!

29. do you annotate your books?

৻ꪆ helloooo, girlie!! i hope you are well! just wanted to let u know that i have started your request but just currently busy. and yesss, i do annotate my books!!

[sxturn-to-mxrs]

you remind me of four-leafed clovers

you remind me of the wishes blown onto dandelions

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

i don't really have a lot of dark!fics on this account but... mmmpphhh dbf!joel miller mmmm

[sakuraoora]

Hey, so, for the "Tonight the music seems so loud" event, can I recommend Unconditionally by Katy Perry, specifically, "I will love you unconditionally" or Lonely by This side of paradise ("If you're lonely come be lonely with me") with Scaramouche? Kinda... hurt/comfort esqu.

IF YOU'RE LONELY COME BE LONELY

WITH ME <3

Ships. Scaramouche x Reader

Warnings. Scaramouche backstory spoilers, angst → fluff, Scaramouche is down bad af for reader, reader is a fatui member. Might get some points wrong, not written the best for this idea, unfortunately 🥲

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Notes. Hi Anon! Thanks for submitting ^^. I hope you like it! I also included some other lyrics from “Lonely,” so I hope that works out! I’ve been waiting for the inspo to write some Scaramouche backstory angst so… :)

The text in quotation marks + italics are from the song lonely by the other side of paradise

“Ask me why my heart's inside my throat

“I've never been in love, I've been alone

“Feel like I've been living life asleep…”

Purple eyes blinked themselves awake to an empty, stone room.

"Are you lonely?"

A nameless young puppet, not yet having a gender, felt a warm hand clasped with their cold one. They looked up to see his creator, a beautiful woman with long purple hair like theirs, but her hair was braided down her back. Her purple kimono was spotless, despite being out most of the time.

As he sank into deep sleep, the last thing he remembered was the warm hand no longer being there, the electro branding at his chest throbbing.

“Are you lonely?”

The nameless puppet, now Kunikuzi, had cut his hair and walked aimlessly in Inazuma City before encountering a boy who introduced himself as Kaedehara [REDACTED] and took him in. He learned that the Kaedehara boy was a blacksmith that made the most excellent weapons of the finest caliber in Inazuma. There, the Kaedehara boy became Kunikuzi’s best-- and only-- friend.

But then, the Kaedehara boy cast him aside after learning about who he really was, just as he would’ve any scrap piece of metal.

“Our fingers dancing where they meet,”

A small boy approached him, his hair, although he appeared very young, was gray. The boy held his hand out to Kunikuzi, and he returned it, touching his cold fingers against the boy’s young ones.

“You seem so lonely…”

Kunikuzi laughed. The boy brought out the best in him, and so, in return, he sewed a small doll, one that looked much like him, and gave the doll to the little boy, who called him “Kuni.”

That doll reminded Kunikuzi of himself. Only, this little doll would be loved and cared for by this little boy.

“Are you lonely?”

Kunikuzi walked briskly back to his home with the boy-- or hut, whichever you’d like to call it-- with an armful of lavender melons, which would be today’s dinner. Kuni wondered what he’d do when he went home… maybe he’d tell a story to the boy, or--

Kunikuzi’s train of thought shattered when he opened his door. The boy lay on the ground in a pile of sakura blossoms, and in his cold, unclenched hand, held his doll, which shed a tear.

“I’ll be the only dream you seek…”

Kunikuzi stoned his heart, a single tear falling down his face. He lit the abode that he lived in and loved so much, and walked away, the stench of burning wood and flesh filling the air, filling him with tears.

“So if you’re lonely, no need to show me…”

Kunikuzi, who now was Scaramouche after he cast away his past life and name, joined the Fatui. There wasn’t a spare smile for him to share now, not a tear that could be shed for anyone.

But at least he was ready to receive a gnosis now, brimming with divine power…

“If you’re lonely then come be lonely with me.”

You were his new secretary. One that he did not ask for AT ALL, but the Tarista had assigned you to him… so he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t deny that once in a while, he felt like an invisible force tugged at the sides of his mouth, just a little bit. Barely noticeable, and just a single crack compared to the vast, desolate landscape of his heart.

“Lonely… (are you lonely?)”

He’d finally did it.

He’d finally absorbed the electro archon’s gnosis. But he still felt a certain longing for something that he couldn’t quite place his hand on. A certain… emptiness. One that he thought would be filled by the gnosis, but was still left empty.

The crack in his heart widened, and a stray ray of sunshine peaked into his heart for the first time in a long time.

“Passion is crashing as we speak…”

You found him one night in Sumeru completely by accident. You had found a nice stargazing area and were staring at the stars when you were on a mission to Sumeru to accompany Il Dottore, because you’d been reassigned to be under his command after Scaramouche left the fatui.

A rustle sounded nearby, putting you on alert. You drew your weapon, but when a familiar figure stepped out of the forest, you immediately put it away.

“Scaramouche?”

“You seem so lonely… (are you lonely?)”

Scaramouche looked at you in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re the ground my feet won’t reach…”

“I’m here… accompanying Il Dottore… sir,” you stammered, at a loss of words. The stars in the night sky twinkled as the two of you stared at each other.

“You don’t need to use honorifics anymore. After all, I’m not your superior or even a part of the fatui anymore,” he said, looking up into the sky that he knew was all a lie. Yet… there was something magical about being here, under the stars, no matter how fake they were.

“So if you’re lonely,”

Looking at you, Scaramouche knew what he felt was missing.

He was missing you.

“Darling, you’re glowing…”

Looking at Scaramouche, there was something about him that felt very different, yet one that you still couldn’t quite place. Scaramouche grabbed your hand, and you felt the aura shift.

“If you’re lonely, come be lonely with me.”

What? You thought, your mind racing. Your heart beat faster and heavier, as well as starting to grow tunnel vision.

“Scaramouche… he likes… me?” You wondered, unintentionally saying it aloud as Scaramouche snickered at your expression.

“You do realize you said that aloud, right?” He said, cracking a smile that you’d never seen before.

“Underneath the pale moonlight, dreaming of a circus life…”

Your shocked face gave it away, blushing hard and looking away from him.

“I… like you too.”

“Carousels and Ferris lights, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine…”

“…[NAME], instead of calling me Scaramouche, please call me… Kunikuzi.”

“‘Cause I’m lonely, I’m so lonely, if you hold me, I’ll be your only…”

The next day, Dottore checked your tent only to find it empty. He laughed, wondering what could’ve possibly dragged you away from the fatui, even knowing how severe the punishment for leaving without permission was. Like Superior, like subordinate, he supposed.

Meanwhile, you were staring at the purple haired boy sitting next to you, a smile bubbling up onto your face as you conversed with Scaramo--... no, Kunikuzi.

He was truly beautiful when he smiled.

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?)”

Wandering the lands with you, Scaramouche felt whole and complete. Sure, he was a wanted criminal in probably 5 out of the seven nations, but his time with you felt well spent. He no longer felt that nagging feeling, and no longer felt so lonely.

“Our fingers dancing where they meet,”

Scaramouche firmly held your hand in his as you sat down by a beach you happened to be nearby, watching the sky turn from shades of brilliant, scarlet red like autumn leaves to a dark purple like Kunikuzi’s hair.

“You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)”

No longer did Scaramouche look at humans with nothing but fury. This time, he felt… compassion, and attachment.

The gods still angered him at the slightest thought, but you assured him that he needs time to come into acceptance with his past.

“I'll be the only dream you seek,”

You smiled as you pulled Scaramouche along.

“Come on, silly. We don’t want to miss Yoimiya’s fireworks tonight!”

Scaramouche picked up the pace as he followed you to a cliff to watch the fireworks, the multicolored sparks illuminating the night sky. Every thought left him as he was enraptured by your smile, and the way your hair was lit up by the fireworks. You were truly stunning, and captivated his whole attention.

“So if you're lonely, no need to show me… if you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

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[lavenderspence]

Also let’s talk about how Colleen Hoover is really problematic in general and this movie, let alone the book, shouldn’t exist in the first place-

Honestly, yes, let's talk about this too!

Warnings for DV & child loss

I'll be honest, I've read some of her books and have a lot of them in my physical tbr too. (They're very easy to read...like you require a single braincell and that should say it all. The tbr thing I have no excuse for...). You all are allowed to shame me for this, I shame myself too.

Moving on though

Someone literally pointed out on tiktok how NONE of her books actually have any content or trigger warnings. Which, honestly, extremely problematic I'd say. I think as an author it's partially, if not fully, her responsibility to let her readers make a decision for themselves whether her books are something they can handle reading, given some of the extremes she "explores" within her writing.

And that's especially true when most of those are branded as "romance" and are promoted by fans and readers as "romance" books where I'd say some are more of "a romance that explores heavy topics sometimes in a bad way". I think the romantization of certain aspects of her books are quite honestly harmful to any people who've gone through trauma and have had to relieve trauma later on. Obviously i cannot speak on DV or child loss (it ends with us / ugly love) but I can just give my point of view.

I think as a whole had this fully been done under Justin Baldoni's view, where he was the one holding on the reins from start to finish, and during the premieres, the press tour and marketing, we would have had something completely different that I believe might have made much more sense.

I've been deep into "the ends with us" movie drama for a few days now, and you can CLEARLY tell that Justin's idea and desire to make this into a movie has everything to do with wanting to bring attention to what living within a home filled with DV is like, and how even when you struggle and cannot find a way, you and what you experience is important and shouldn't be happening, and it's not your fault (I do hope I explained this relatively well).

I cannot even being to explain how many people on tiktok I've seen be "wait, so this isn't a romcom?" And I'm like....what the hell.

This takeover that Blake Lively has done over the movie and the final cut and the marketing and the press is so disgusting and the fact that CoHo is all fine with this speaks VOLUMES about the truth behind her writing that and making this movie - a money grab.

I don't want to put down her mom's experience in any way, but I think there's a very thin line between making something for someone else, sticking to being real about it, and then later on turning it into whatever this is.

I remember being so uncomfortable reading "it ends with us" because even then (and that's Jan of 2021) it was marketed as a romance...A ROMANCE? Like....?-?

Anyway, at the end, I think this whole thing is a mess and CoHo has long ago had people openly be negative towards her but I think this might also be the fall of Blake Lively because...girly this isn't...it's not the place nor the time. Like do you really need to promote your haircare line right now? Right now?

Well maybe not the fall, but a lot of people are aware and becoming aware that this is problematic, and her husband is also being problematic and to be honest, the only none problematic individual is this whole scenario is Justin Baldoni.

(Okay this once again had more focus on the movie, I'm sorry)

[the-very-earth-you-stand-on]

"ivan, darling,"

the man more like a dragon calls, waltzing in. he grasps ivan's chin, making him look up at him with more gentleness then he'd give anyone else.

"what have you been up to?"

-@the-ability-collectors-hoard

Oh, Shibusawa-? (He smiles.)

It's fantastic to see you! You see, I was trying to figure out what kind of gemstones you'd like.

An agate, maybe? Or a ruby, but that seems too obvious. Jasper! Carnelian? Oh, I think a couple have slipped my mind already... (He's already rambling, of course.)

[jeanboyjean]

can you do late night drives with jean pls 🙏🏻 cigarettes after sex def playing too 😞

can i do late night drives with jean? yes i can bc it is literally all i think about!! woke up yearning for him so im sorry bc this is VERY soft. im sick and twisted and it's all his fault. this is 1k words of pure fluff. established relationship.

Upbeat pop music blares from the speakers as the credits start rolling on the TV to signal the end of the movie you had been watching. In the darkness of the screen, you can see the reflection of you and Jean cuddled up on the couch - you're curled up on your side with your head in his lap as he plays with your hair. A smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head up to look at him. The sun had set gradually over the past few hours and now the glow of the TV is the only thing that lights up the room. It casts a shadow over his face and you peer up at him as your tired eyes adjust their focus.

“What do you wanna do now?” You ask, your voice a little groggy as you blink up at him lazily. 

You slowly stretch out your limbs, a little achy from lying down for so long and Jean smiles down at you. He hums in thought, his hands stilling in your hair. After a moment, he slides your head off his legs and gently lays you down next to him. He stands carefully, rolling out his shoulders and straightening out his clothes.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he suggests.

You follow suit, stumbling up to your feet, masking a yawn with your hands as the lateness of the night hits you. His eyes soften at the sight and he pulls you in with his arms wrapped around your waist. His warmth envelopes you and you melt into his embrace, bringing your arms around to grip the back of his shirt. He holds you steady against him and your eyes lock together as you look up at his face with your chin against his chest. 

“Nevermind,” he says softly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “If you’re tired let’s just go to bed.” 

You shake your head. “No, I wanna go. I’m not tired at all.” 

It's a lie but it's also the truth. It doesn’t matter how sleepy you are, you would never say no. Throughout your relationship with Jean, these are some of the moments that you love the most. Impromptu drives late at night, no real destination, no real purpose because you don’t need one when it's just the two of you. Both of you sitting together with your messy hair and tired eyes, you in your pyjama shorts and him in sweats, no one to impress except each other. 

You’re in the car now, fiddling with your seatbelt, as Jean starts up the car. It purrs to life and you blink at the sudden brightness lighting up in front of you when he switches on the headlights. You sink into your seat, getting comfortable as he turns in his chair to back out of the driveway with one hand against the back of your headrest. Your eyes meet for a second and he winks before turning back forward.

The road is almost empty when he pulls out onto the street and there’s something about how quiet it is at this hour. It's uncanny how peaceful it feels when it’s normally roaring with life during the day, constant noise and movement, only to be dead in the night. Streetlights illuminate the darkness, guiding you along and you hear the steady hum of the engine and Jean’s soft breaths as he drives. 

He taps your leg, getting your attention. There's a rustle as he shifts in his seat to reach into his pocket and passes you his phone.

“Play something,” he says.

You nod, taking it from him. You quickly unlock his phone and scroll through his music to find it’s open to a playlist, the one he had made for the two of you years ago when you had first started dating. These songs make me think of you, he had said at the time, his voice hesitant but true as he had showed it to you in this very same car. He’s added a few songs since then and it makes you giddy knowing he still listens to them, that he still thinks of you like this. 

You click play on the song he was last listening to. Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - Cigarettes after sex. A soft melody fills the car with the soothing acoustics of the guitar and drums. Jean glances over at you and smiles, his eyes twinkling in the light. 

His hand closest to you reaches down to rest on your thigh, squeezing once. You press your head against your window, feeling the cool surface against your skin. It grounds you as you watch the street pass, houses zipping by in a steady blur as Jean pulls onto the motorway, picking up some speed. 

His fingers slowly trace light circles into your leg, travelling up and down the inside of your bare thigh. His touch burns through your skin, creating an electric pulse that races through your nerves. A shiver rolls through you and you squirm in your seat unable to contain it, much to his delight. His hand slowly creeps up your thigh, sliding underneath the bottom of your shorts to press against the crease of your hip and play with the hem of your underwear. Warmth pools in your core and you press your legs together, trying to suppress the desire it brings. Heat flushes over your skin, creeping up to your cheeks as your head snaps to him. He continues to stare at the road in front of him but there’s a smirk on his face - he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Focus on the road, Jean,” you say, nudging his hand down with little conviction. 

His lips stretch into a wide grin. His eyes flit to you, warm but glowing with a glint of mischief. They scan you slowly up and down and your skin prickles, goosebumps left in their wake as you bask in his gaze. 

“I am focused,” he retorts.  

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I’m focused on you. Isn't that what matters?” 

His words strike you in one quick blow. Your heart hammers in your chest, air lodging in your throat. How can the words come so easily to him? So carefree.

“You’re so sappy. You can’t just say things like that.” You mumble and he laughs, the sound weightless, filling the space between you.

His hand flips up in invitation and you accept, intertwining your fingers together. The song croons softly in the background as you play with his fingers, tracing the veins and the ridges of his knuckles. His fingers twitch in yours as he taps against the steering wheel with his other hand. As if second nature, he lifts your interlaced fingers to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand. 

“I love you,” he says into your skin and you melt at the sincerity in his voice. 

“I love you, too."

You watch as his eyes light up, the smile never leaving his face. Your hands stay connected when he places them back down to your lap. His thumb gently caresses your knuckles and quiet settles between you again, no words needed to know what the other has to say.

The open road stretches out in front of you, beckoning you forward into the darkness that swallows your surroundings. Jean grips the wheel and continues into the night, no directions required, for now no end in sight. He continues to drive aimlessly, letting his heart navigate the way, because all roads lead to you no matter what.

i hope he's got an electric car bc cruising around for no reason? in this economy?? 🫣

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[nonushu]

What are we ?

i-i think... we're more than mutuals...

[puffein]

HEY, WHERE ARE U JCJSJDJS

IM HERE

[sxturn-to-mxrs]

YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SOON ARE YOU EXCITED

LIKE 80%?? SEE THE PIC OF THE TOP I SENT IN THE GC? IM NOT WEARING THAT

IM WEARING A CUTE GREEN DRESS (@txna-blxckthorn its so tina coded) WITH SNAKE EARRINGS WHICH KINDA LOOKS LIKE SLYTHERIN CREST? AND ITS SUPER CUTE

AND A PURPLE OWL CAKE SO YES

AND MY FRIENDS ARE GIVING ME BOOKS

SO YES THE EXCITEMENT IS BUILDING UP

[roronoaswifey]

you embarrassing me oh no ma’am! i’m now issuing a divorce ☝🏾

WAIT WHAT I DO STINK STINK 🙁

[umeminyan]

kai!! how are you and your f/os celebrating Qixi Festival? ( *ˊᵕˋ)

its .. Too late to answer this but !!! T_T i still want to do it :3 thank you dearest bitti for asking hehe 🌷 im kissing your forehead gently and wishing you and bladie a wonderful week of happiness ٩( ᐛ )و

yingxing surprises me with a hand - made tea set with three matching cups while dan feng somehow finds out that i have been wanting to try embroidering again after a long time of not being able to do one and gets me an embroidery kit :3 then all three of us spend the rest of the day in our home before visiting aurum alley at night to release lanterns and eat !!! :D

while with blade, he doesn't know that it's qixi festival day until silver wolf mentioned it ( mayb a game she plays celebrate it by giving out login bonuses lolol :D ) so they work together to log into my online shop account and blade checks out everything in there for my last - minute gift :c i felt bad about it and decide to bake him brownies — but i wasn't able to get it done until nighttime after he pried me off the kitchen and whisk me into bed ... ;P