#Tiana the dork

[tianaisadork]

Hey, just wondering if you're doing OK, I miss seeing you on my dash like usual and there's been a lot of new shugo chara merch and pop ups showing up it made me think of you. Hope everything is going OK for you. ❤️💙💚💛

Hey there anon! Thank you for checking up on me! At the moment things are going pretty great for me tbh. I am going to be moving in with my partner system here shortly and I'm very excited! And actually I have been pretty active on tumblr lately, I'm just using a new blog! I've been keeping a relatively low profile on my new blog, but you can find me over at @galacticarcade (and if you are interested in checking out the blogs of some of the other people I share my brain with you can find a list of all our individual blogs at @galaxius-system) Also I'm glad to hear that all the new Shugo Chara merch is what has been making you think of me because I have been absolutely losing my mind over all of it. The success and popularity of it all makes me extremely hopeful for a reboot and hopefully one that follows the manga a little more closely (I still feel cheated out of a beach episode and also the true embryo revile) but yeah thank you again for checking up on me! I hope you have a wonderful day!

[lolly-pop456]

You know. I’m sure most people would assume if Natsu and Lucy got together Natsu would move into Lucy’s apartment but like… Natsu straight up has a house and while I don’t know the actual likelihood of this. I like to imagine Lucy helping Natsu and Happy repair the house.

I’m thinking Tiana and Naveen when they fix up the restaurant vibes. Neither of them knowing how to do it the best but taking the time to learn and be dorks while painting n shit.

[phoenix-downer]

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I wrote this diary entry from Kairi’s POV about she, Sora, Roxas, and Naminé visiting New Orleans and meeting Tiana and Naveen. It was fun making a callback to some sketches Nomura made that were in one of the ultimanias as well.

A big thank you to @valiantmade and @amyhayanora for making the graphics, @scoobysnack1107 for doing the layout, and @true-intha-blu for creating the pumpkin chicken étouffée recipe ❤️ I was also inspired by the art spread by Miyanko for the world visit 🎺🐊

Text of the diary entry below the cut:

Dear Diary,

Today Sora, Roxas, Naminé and I visited a new world and met the most amazing people! It’s called New Orleans, and our new friend Tiana runs a beautiful restaurant, Tiana’s Palace, with her husband Naveen. They even have a trumpet-playing alligator named Louis for live entertainment! Naminé had a lot of fun sketching that, especially when Roxas got recruited to perform with him. Who knew Roxas could sing so well? And of course dinner was to die for: a delicious pumpkin chicken étoufée.

Afterwards, Tiana taught us how to make the perfect roux. It’s her family’s secret recipe, and she uses it in a bunch of her restaurant’s dishes. I got distracted and nearly burnt the flour, but Sora came to the rescue and we got things back on track. He’s gotten really good at cooking. That Little Chef has really helped him a lot. I remember when he couldn’t even help me make soup and choked on chicken bones. That dork, he’s come such a long way.

(Hey! I am not a dork!)

You’re my dork :3

(That’s better 😉)

I sensed something special about Tiana too. She has a heart of pure light. I think she must be one of the New Seven Hearts. I definitely want to come back and visit her sometime.

I’m having a blast on this journey. Each day is a new adventure. I’ll write more tomorrow!

Kairi

[disney-is-mylife]

Describe Eugene, Shang, Aladdin and Naveen's personalities. I was looking for their personalities on Disney wikia and it seems like it was removed.

Aladdin is kind, so incredibly kind (because my boy gave away his hard-earned stolen bread to a couple of kids, he is so precious OKAY???), but he's also crafty, cunning, courageous, and, secretly, deeply insecure. Those insecurities stem from his "street rat" status, and when he falls in love with Jasmine and finds out her identity, he's terrified of being unworthy of her. His disguise as a prince is not a deceit in his mind, but rather a necessity, because how can any lowly street rat be worthy to even speak to the princess, let alone court and marry her? But he takes it too far when he backpedals from his promise to free Genie and snaps at his friends, because he's terrified of losing Jasmine. Aladdin is flawed, but ultimately pure-hearted and will always apologize for his mistakes, and set things right. He's also romantic AF, holy shit, because I mean, when has Disney ever topped the majesty of the magic carpet ride during "A Whole New World," amirite???

Shang is rigidly responsible and honorable. He is a man of tradition, no-nonsense, and strict but not cruel. Despite his stiff exterior, he's surprisingly patient, allowing "Ping's" mistakes to carry on far longer than anyone might have expected before he finally told "him" to go home, but then changed his mind when "Ping" made it to the top of the insurmountable pillar in camp. Shang shoulders the pride and burden of his father's legacy, and though it doesn't truly "bother" him, the weight is still very much felt. He is a soldier and a captain through and through, where even the horrific death of his father and his father's massive army does not stop him from completing his mission. But he still takes the time to honor the tragedy in a brief, but poignant ceremony. Even when Mulan's identity is revealed, Shang's deep sense of honor overcame his traditional values, where he chose to spare her life to repay her for saving him from the avalanche. When Shang's soldier exterior is not full-front, he's an incredibly socially awkward dork, but thankfully Mulan, with a lifetime of feeling out of place herself, handles it with grace lol.

Naveen is at first glance a charming but deadbeat womanizer who's bad news lol, but his time as a frog with Tiana brought his good traits to full view. He's the yin to her yang, and as he gains a sense of responsibility, he doesn't lose his core: a man who LOVES life to the fullest. He is a man who lives in the moment, taking things as they come, and rolling with the punches (although yes, he's also quite a bit naive). Life is too short to not love music and dancing and romance, and Naveen embraces that fully -- although, perhaps too much lol. Once Tiana becomes a part of his life, he learns he can still passionately adore life (and teach Tiana to do the same), but this time with a focus: living the best life he can with the woman of his dreams. He's no longer living just for his own pleasures, but for the sake of another, so much so, that he happily transitions from Womanizer to Drinks His Respect Women Juice Daily, from Ladies' Man to One Woman Only. (And if that ain't the ultimate fantasy, idk what is)

Eugene is similar to Aladdin, mainly in the insecurity and baggage department, except the biggest difference is that Eugene romanticized the life of a thief so much he became "Flynn Rider," thinking he was Robin Hood, when he's just a regular robber. Unlike Aladdin, who stole food in order to survive in a world that refuses to employ him, or Robin Hood, who gave away his riches to the poor, "Flynn Rider" became greedy and desired a Dread Pirates Roberts retirement a la tropical island, rather than doing good with his thievery. "Flynn" is sarcastic, jaded, carefree, and backstabbing when it suits his purposes; Eugene is awkward, easily flustered, and surprisingly honorable. Meeting Rapunzel and confessing his true identity brought the earnest orphan boy back. Once Eugene is fully himself again, he's a thousand times more likable, despite "Flynn's" charming exterior, and becomes a true hero when Rapunzel is taken away by Mother Gothel. The very hero he once romanticized as a child was never in a book, but in his heart.

[fancylala4]

Watching wish, I feel like Asha should have been a different character. It’s like the writers wanted her to be subdued and mature like Elsa and Tiana are but Disney forced them to add in some quirky moments so she can be a marketable character. At one moment, she’s level headed but the next she’s being dorky.

All they needed to do was make her character consistent. Either have her be a dork or have her be level headed. It just makes Asha look like an inconsistent character.

[sleepyselkiesims]

Part 23

With Tiana's Palace now a manageable disaster, it was time for the spellcaster lovers to sweep off to a new horizon.

The benevolent god had hoped this would be the perfect spot, but uh... it's... I mean, not bad, but not what I had in mind.

Alas, poor riverboat. So beautiful and perfect, yet so hard to work in to the story. So, time for a different location...

Hanabi felt she'd waited long enough to drop to one knee. All their other dreams were coming true, so why not make this one happen too?

Tiana completely stopped functioning for a few minutes. Despite the days of lovey-dovey bliss, she hadn't seen this coming!

It was quite a jump from her frozen state to her emotional outburst... literally! Luckily Hanabi was somewhat prepared.

Awww my sweet baby bean still kisses so awkwardly!

Alright, no time to waste! The benevolent god was desperate to make sure Rapunzel could make it to the wedding, so this would have to a be a ridiculously short engagement.

This is Hanabi's brother Tane, btw. Totally didn't only remember him while setting the guest list. Excuse his appearance.

Let's this party started!! Short and sweet!

....oh dear.

Is crashlanding by the wedding arch a bad sign? Naaaaaah it's fine.

Cassie, no!! This is not the time to jog!!

Oh, she was jogging to the arch! Well that's fine then.

Tiana was honestly pretty confused about the whole thing. She'd put on the fancy dress and all, but she'd've been just as happy to get married in pyjamas at home while their families milled about.

But celebration was important to Hanabi, and Tiana would do whatever made her fiance happy.

Tiana didn't do great in direct spotlight, so her vows were bashfully and stumbly spoken.

Turns out they were both dorks though, because Hanabi had never been more flustered in her life.

RAPUNZEL NO COME BACK!!! We did this for you!! Don't get outdone by Koji!!

Uhhh, I mean, what a happy union of two families! Both alike in dignity... in fair Brindleton Bay, where we lay our scene... cause there happened to be an arch near water.

[jayswritings13]

Hey!

Love your fics! I was wondering what were some of your fictional crushes? Old? Current? Guilty Pleasures?

Hope you're doing well!

Of course!!! I've noticed that they tend to fall into certain types:

Snarky dork:

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Donatello (Any verison - TMNT)

Ben Wyatt (Parks & Recreation)

Alex Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Emmett Forrest (Legally Blonde)

Precious, ray of sunshine:

DJ (Total Drama)

Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Sir Pentious (Hazin Hotel)

Marley Rose (Glee)

Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

Naveen (Princess and the Frog)

Evil Bitch:

Heather (Total Drama)

Verosika (Helluva Boss)

Alejandro (Total Drama)

Santana Lopez (Glee)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog)

Although, I would say that a lot of them probably fit more than one category. Like, Santana Lopez most definitely fits all three.

[turnupswritessometimes]

Hi, just saw your post about your fav characters....Can I ask your your top 5 or 10 fav Disney characters and why you love them...?

EDIT: I am so sorry this took me so long to answer. I was doing a show and then Christmas happened and then I just let it stew!!

Lmao, sure! I'm not going to put the ones from the first post on here, because I've talked about them before. (But Stitch is still the top!! I'll also leave off Peter Pan and Cinderella) I'm not counting Marvel, Star Wars or Pixar; just Disney Animated Classics

Again, in no particular order, because that's too much stress.

1.) Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet

The angst! The arc! But most importantly, the gender!!! I watched it again recently and Jim's story is just!! So full of emotions!! His relationship with Silver - coming to terms with his absent dad - just very good stuff! (And for a 00s kid, he was the epitome of cool, lmaoo)

2.) Tiana from Princess and the Frog

Again, similar to Cinderella, I relate to 'Dreams come true, but you have to put in the hard work for them.' Especially this last year (me and Tiana both worked two jobs!), and working on coursework. Now that I've finished my course, I'm still holing up most nights to polish off a manuscript I want to seriously get published. Tiana working so hard for her dreams is a big inspiration. I probably take the wrong message from the film, lol

3.) Anna from Frozen

This is mostly because I cosplayed Anna, multiple times! I have her coronation dress and her blue dress! It was honestly more because my friend had the dress ready to go, than any real choice, which spawned getting brought a lot of Anna merch. But I do like her as a character; her determination and optimism and that she's honestly an awkward dork.

4.) Oliver from Oliver and Company

I love Oliver Twist and I've loved ginger cats ever since I first watched Alien. So I have to love Oliver. He is just...a little boy...there's not much substance to him but there doesn't need to be: he's an orphan kitten and his job is to be lovable.

5.) Aladdin

The best Disney man? He's charming and handsome and dedicated! I thought I would have more to justify it, but not really, lol - he's a very nice man! The magic carpet ride, the puppy eyes, the underlying queerness of 'Genie, make me a prince!'

(I was also cast as Aladdin in the school play; a big gender moment for me!)

6.) Koda from Brother Bear

Brother Bear was one of my favourites as a kid, and I loved Koda. Like Oliver, he's - cute - and cuddly. And that's enough for him to earn a spot on the list, because my standards a low!

7.) Jiminy Cricket

I do think Kingdom Hearts influences this one: I think his role in the games is cute! And the idea of him being a sidekick/guide is definitely story material I'm toying with. Idk, I just find him charming. Maybe it's because the film is vintage now..maybe it's because I have a lot of cute cross stitch patterns with him on...

8.) Taran from The Black Cauldron

But, uh, not to be pretentious: he's better in the Chronicles of Prydain books. That's not hugely fair, because there's five books and The Black Cauldron is more a mash-up of the first two, so Taran's arc is longer and more spread out in the novels. The sword is dealt with a lot more poingantly, and the reveal of his parents? Very good!

With the Disney version I guess its just that he's Arthur if Arthur was a little more fun and a little more flawed. Taran's kind of a jerk, but he learns to be a hero. And that's catnip for me.

9.) Judy Hopps from Zootopia

(Unfortunately.) I don't have great feelings about Judy's job, or her policework, but I watched Zootopia a lot before moving out to go to uni, and really related to moving into some shoddy places persuing a goal that might not happen. I do love how upbeat Judy is; her optimism is a good rule to live by.

(The above gif was definitely me having a great time at the uni organised disco playing Busted, next to a housemate who was babysitting me until he had to walk me to the bus stop so I could home. (I had work early the next morning.))

10.) Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland

I really love Alice in Wonderland, but my favourite has always been the Cheshire Cat. I do love a cat, and the fact that he was pink and purple was the best to me as a child. I just think he's neat!

(Disney stop putting him on villains merchandise he is just a funky little guy!)

[boyakishantriobeta]

Did a thing.

I don't really know when, how or why. But I guess that's love for you.

My name's Joan. I'm. Well, I'm a lot of things. And for one, I'm married.

Shocking, right? But I guess it's smarter to start from the beginning.

And now you've clicked read later, congrats. You're now too far in to not read the next parts.

So, I'll occasionally write this stuff up. No idea why, just kinda felt like it. I'll tell you my story, and then. Well, I guess we'll have a good day or something. Anywho, enjoy the first part.

Snapping the man's neck, kicking the body into the river. Lighting her cigarette, the dark haired woman looking down at the bubbling spot of the ocean.

"... But much. Innit?"

Dark skinned, hands in pockets. Tail clacking against the ground. I looked to my aunt. Taking a deep sigh.

"Considering you told me to do this. No."

A sneer showed on her face. Predatory. As we were.

"Atta girl."

Patting her back, chatting kindly as she lead her into the car.

"right. Next stop. There's a thing for a few years. Good chance to train up your magical power-"

"don't need it."

Looking at from her aunt, a soft scowl as she closed the door. Dropping the accent as she remarked.

"Prideful as your old man."

"... Pardon moi cher?"

"... Nothing. The second part, there's this girl."

Dragging bags behind her, three bags. One big one with wheels, a medium sized one she carried on top of the big one. And a small one she carried in her hand. An old chest on her back as she walked forward.

Quaint.

The only real remark. Large, expansive. A series of buildings where the new treaty made the place become significantly less demon deadly.

"... I was, sixteen by then. Around yer age actually."

Recalling, hungover on a crate of what I'd been told to be explosive shells.

"... Uh huh."

I'd been thrown into the Hysteria house. Red, draped with demonic imagery. Historically full of skanks, sluts, whores, bastards and a list of other people who had lower than average grades despite the poor education or social status. Something nobody tried to pretend wasn't a house to throw people into to say "those people."

Because it was notorious for getting the last bit of funding. And the last bit of everything. And while students may have high grades. Hysteria kids tended to be on the dark side, where their intelligence was leveraged into pushing this war.

If it weren't for people in the dark growing tired of war, the light would have been sniffed out years ago if they didn't live with the almighty fucker.

First session was a test. Magical prowess, abilities. Skill. Originally the entrance test, and now disguised as a challenge.

The new girl crossed her arms. Scowling.

A week late, scars wrapping her body. The Hysteria house seemed to be leaving her alone. Friendly with them all, but not close to any of them. It was a strange dynamic, but nothing unfamiliar.

Blondie was staring at me, chatting with some of the others. There were a few. Tiana, Levi, Jack, Mandala, Opa, Wester.

Top of the class, they'd all been here for a week. I'd arrived along with the others, it'd appear they'd been discriminated since arriving here.

The girl looked back at her. Red frizzy locks holding gaze, one arm on her hip, with royal blue eyes. Sword at her waist. She looked more like a noble than some demon girl.

Liam whistled, looking up and down the stranger as her gaze shifted to him. Nose wrinkling. Eyebrows pushing her eyes scrunched as she made a disgusted face. Smiling, throwing a flirty wink. I couldn't help but look away.

And the blonde dude started walking towards me. Great.

"Hello darling-"

"I don't speak dork."

Looking towards the door, the girl behind her throwing a look at the man as he paused. Coughed. Then continued.

"as I was saying, I saw you-"

"I wasn't looking at an ugly pig, thank you very much."

Still not looking at him, one hand gripping the hilt as I took in a deep breath.

A grin appeared on his face, a sneering smile, pleasant as he gripped her shoulder.

"I don't... Think you understand?"

One hand gripping his wrist, the other holding a knife as she looked at him. Taking a deep sigh as she looked into his eyes.

"I'd hoped to last a month without needing to gut a pig. Promised my aunt I'd try to. Shame."

"your... Your hand..."

Smoking. Burning. Fizzing at touching someone so cleanly within the light. But it wasn't an instant burn, he was tainted. Looking to the girl. A curious look as she shook her head disappointingly.

"... Aye. Well..."

I followed her gaze. The woman muttering, swallowing her spit before eyes stared straight ahead.

"I'd rather not disappoint a lady, than a pig."

Shoving him back, hissing as her arm exploded into flames. Acid curling up her arm, countered by her mana as she spat out blood. Taking several breaths. Before spitting out blood coated snot. Helping herself up as a large man looked over the scene.

Silent, ignoring the manchild as he complained to him. Arms crossed, rolling his eyes. Halo on his head as a brown haired woman walked in.

Similarly pale hair. Facial features with green eyes, flipping through several papers. Wearing a simple casual suit, open bra and commoner's pants. Patting the redhead as she walked in, snapping her fingers.

The girl grabbed at her hand, scowling at her as she pulled open a seat.

"Welcome to the entrance-... Sorry. First testing ground. You are to first. Set up your target, then show me what you've got."

Pulling out a clipboard, feather and ink all of which floated from the man as blondie turned to the black man.

"... I was going to speak about about this sort of man leading the exam-"

"sorry I'm late Jean, couldn't find- did you just say- is it because he's black?"

Grinning, turning to an innocent frown. Joshua looking towards the lot of them, the students looking in mild shock as the large man greets him.

"Ah, Joshie. Good to see ya, eyyyy."

Sharing a handshake, patting his back.

"You owe me lunch."

Stepping out, the man clasped his hands.

"righto, Jean, what's I miss?"

[thnksfrthmmrs]

hello mx tiana, i know i saw them first and "approved" them, but i'm here reading smfs.tumblr.com like the morning paper and i must say once again how fucking dope your header is and how good the gifs are. okay thankies mwah

MWAH I LOVE U 💖💞💘 i’m quite proud of it and get all smiley looking at my own blog like a dork 🤭 also reading my blog like the morning paper… oooo you love me soooo bad…

[tianaisadork]

where have u gone tia!

Ya know... I logged into this account to update my age since my birthday was the other day, and when I logged in I wasn't really expecting anyone to notice or care about my absence.... So I guess I might as well update people on what has been going on, because this past year has been a lot.

For starters, this year I was diagnosed with OSDD1b. For anyone who dosen't know what that is, It's basically like Dissociative Identity Disorder but without amnesia between alters. It has been a difficult and at times scary process, but we all have been doing our best to work together to create a life we want to live. Our system name is The Galaxius System and at the moment we know of around 240+ alters. You can find our collectives blog (as well as the blogs of a handful of alters) at @galaxius-system

Another thing to happen this year is that Miki and I broke up. I don't want to get into too much detail when it comes to this topic....

So yeah.... I guess it dosen't really seem like much, but this has all been a lot for me. I don't know how often I'll feel like using this blog, but I will check on it from time to time. Thank you for taking the time to check up on my anon. It means a lot. I hope you have a wonderful day.

[forzhengting]

i scroll through the nex7 chaohua only to make myself emo about how close they are

[shipwreck-letters]

Cooking with Casimir 🍰🥘

A really fun prompt, it includes two of my favorite topics; Food, and history. And Casimir <3 Please enjoy!

Reblogs/Comments appreciated! 💌

-Casimir, as we all know, did not grow up in the kitchen. Maybe raiding the kitchen and sneaking things out when no one was looking, but definitely not the arduous process of preparing the food. 

-But after 250 years of eating whatever the House gave him, he's eager to be able to try something better. Maybe he will get tiny flowers with dinner, after all.

-He doesn't remember everything he ate back then, but considering his social stance, it was definitely luxurious by my standards. Plates stacked up, and from a child/teenager’s point of view, it was expansive. It was also France in King Louis XIV’s time, so- It was kind of expansive.

-That's kind of what he misses most when cooking, is the food of his time. So, what do you do? You roll up your sleeves and put your apron on, and drag Casimir with you into the kitchen!

-The House has thankfully given you everything you'll need this time, but there's no solid recipe. That's the fun part; Casimir goes a little pale when the House decides he's gonna remember how a pheasant and the pile of uncooked vegetables should look.

-If you're not good at cooking, good luck. The both of you will be peeling vegetables the best you can, and scrolling through your phone to look at recipes on how to cook this damn bird without setting a fire. 

-Casimir does well as he does in any other task. He follows your lead, focusing very hard on getting it right, and not getting messy. 

-He jumps when a carrot flies at him, and your giggles make him blush madly. He splashes a little water back at you, and gives a little grin as he feigns innocence. 

-"Dear, do be careful with the water. The House would hate it if it spilled. Trust me."

-If you're good at cooking, thank god! Casimir still helps in any way he can, but he watches very closely, listening to every piece of advice he can get. 

-He injures himself a few times with the knife, it's slippery- And trying so hard to remember his past, impress you, and focus on the dish, leads him to chopping the onion too hard. 

-You kiss his cheek anyway, taking the vegetables away to the pot. 

-It's like when Tiana is teaching Navine how to dice the mushrooms. Casimir is half chopping, and half talking about how much he can remember. It's quite a lot, but he's reluctant to think about too much. He laments about the taste, obviously, but also the feeling of being with loved ones, and familiar people again.

-But bit by bit, the aromas of the food start to build up, making him feel nostalgia he hasn't felt in a long time. He also has you; You’re doing something with him, and having genuine fun. You’re smiling, and he can’t help but do the same.

-When you take the pan out, charred or golden brown, he smiles, chuckling. 

-"Look at that..."

-"Does it look the same?"

-He kisses your cheek this time, helping you set up the table. "Even better, I would say."

-His favorite food is fougasse, a cute, fancy bread cut into the shape of wheat. Like this! 🌿🌾 This would be easier to make, and a really tasty meal. He shares every piece with you, and always gives you the first and last. Always.

-He also likes wine, which makes sense! Wine would (probably, I don't drink wine. I drink rum) pair well with most dishes you'll make, and he'll always ask you before pouring a glass for you.

-Eventually, he'd start cooking his own meals! Starting with Rainier, to avoid embarrassment if he messes it up. These two dorks in the kitchen trying to knead bread, as finicky as it can be, hoping it'll be pretty (tasty) enough to present to you after your work.

-He tries very hard to get it right, and you can see the satisfaction radiating from him when you sit down to eat. He likes the praise, the affirmations, too. 

-And now, more incredibly niche interests of mine; Dishes that I think Casimir would enjoy making and tasting! This is by Max Miller, a really entertaining creator that makes historic dishes with interesting backstories and origins!

-Semlor

-Roasted Rouen Duck and Many Many Other Foods!

-Soul Cakes 

These are just some French and other European dishes I found interesting and historically fun, but if you’re from a different culture and nationality, Casimir would be so interested in cooking with you! 

~End~

[jk-visual-storyteller]

Illustration of Tiana and Naveen from the movie “Princess & The Frog” cus I love this show and they are (if not one of) my favorite Disney couple. Wholesome flawed dorks.

This actually wasn’t meant for Valentine’s Day. Just funny coincidence since I’m lazy

[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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ANNOUNCEMENTS

(it's a bit long) :D

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No story posts in two weeks! My little brother's laptop is a dinosaur that can't even load Google Chrome without eventually crashing, and the poor guy is in his finals (he's in his first year of university). I'm letting him use my laptop in the meantime so he can work and get his projects done. So, yeah ;w; I'll still be posting some edits I already drafted and things I've been working on, so this is not a hiatus! I'm sorry for the brief Ella comeback, not even I expected this 😅

"Why didn't you write in advance, Nat?" Well, that's because I made the exciting, yet abrupt and maybe-not-so-smart decision of replaying the end of Ella's story and the first half of Tiana's. I made a parallel save where I aged down Ella, Driz and Annie for the Tremaine's spin-off and I had so much fun since I could play them (and plan their story) as I wanted years ago. Also, another reason why I've been struggling to end Ella's chapter and starting Tiana's is the lack of coherent, good quality images that I can edit. Since I don't want to stay in this neverending loop of struggle, I'm replaying it and I'm having the time of my life :D good news about this? Eis is still alive! If you're liking the "laptop mode" story (cries in a corner), I really hope you like the updated version 😁

No, that doesn't mean the story will be on hold. The posts will continue to be daily and regular... As soon as my laptop returns to me.

Also, I made another decision: The Not So Berry "story" is coming back as well, but not instantly. I changed a lot from the original save and updated, uh, practically everything and everyone. I follow my same storyline, but just as with Ella's, I'm doing it the way I originally wanted. Since most of you don't know the characters (or have forgotten about certain stuff), I'll be uploading recaps, character introductions, before and after changes (?) To get you guys updated before we resume Yellow's chapter. We won't be starting from the beginning, the story will restart exactly where I left it. But different.

Resuming stories and replaying saves means another thing: The Cornucopias will be on hold until I get a nice posting pace with both stories, and they'll come back as they used at the beginning: weekly updates in Saturdays and Sundays consisting in short snippets about how life's going for my dorks. I've been also trying to play them in Nightmare mode, and it's pure chaos xD I love it. We all miss Ploom (who is a complete DILF struggling with teenage triplets right now), and he misses us too. He'll be back 💜

I also took the decision to learn how to make custom poses for storytelling purposes! I hope this new skill will let me advance way more faster in the storytelling since I won't have to search for eons for a fitting pose for a specific scene/event. Wish me luck :'v

And lastly, but not least, I'm still working on the last two Anniversary edit gifts! I'm sorry I'm taking a bit long, my game decided to be an ass to me and suddenly doesn't recognize the cc on random, previously saved and imported households... Even if it's properly installed. I'm figuring it out.

Well, I think that's all for now. I'm not used to make this kind of posts, so pardon the rambling 😅