#y'all i ship this highkey you don't even know

[sleepymarimo]

𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥!

summary: when he sees you falling for the charms of a particular chef, law decides that he needs to step in... pairing: law x gn!reader cw: law is lowkey (highkey) manipulative?? an: a little longer than i thought it would be lol but i hope y'all enjoy wc: ~900 ⤷ based on this song! ⤷ part of this arctic monkeys mini event!

law's decision to take you to punk hazard with him was based on, more or less, rational reasons. you had a level head on your shoulders, your loyalty was unwavering and you were skilled in your area of expertise.

but most importantly? he could keep an eye on you.

yet, as the thousand sunny sailed off with the two of you in tow, he can't help but regret his decision.

with crossed arms, he leans against the railing and watches the love sick cook tend to your every need. the blond pampers you with flirtatious comments and treats of your choice, his eyes pooling with lust.

law can just tell that you're flattered by the attention.

for a second he opts to look away, his gaze snapping downwards to the swordsman who was napping a couple feet from him. he rolls his eyes at the sight, unable to keep his focus off of you for long.

your fidgeting fingers, bashful smile and the way you don't even attempt to push away the cook all wear law's patience down. you even lean into sanji's personal space, your whole body turning as you offered him all of your attention.

are you completely blind? law wonders, unable to hold in a scoff. briefly, he considers grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking the foolishness out of you.

he gets it.

confined to the walls of the polar tang, surrounded by crew mates who were akin to family, this kind of attention must have been appealing to you. that doesn't mean he has to like it, though. especially when, for nearly the past month, he's been thinking of a plan to tell you how he feels.

between managing the crew's best interests and his own desires, he chooses to bide his time. he can hold out. he's been holding out, ever since you came aboard his vessel. but he's smart and wary when it comes to such matters, so he takes to making things happen behind the scenes.

it's a little much, sure, but the surgeon is adamant on getting what he wants.

does he know what's best for you? law likes to think so.

the moment sanji drapes an arm around your shoulders, he decides that he's had enough. a familiar blue hue encapsulates the deck of the ship. "room."

accustomed to the spectacle that is law's devil fruit ability, you simply look towards your captain and offer him an inquisitive expression.

"shambles."

now, you're right beside him.

your head snaps towards where you were once standing, bringing a hand to your mouth when you notice sanji's arm wrapped around the shoulders of a groggy green haired swordsman. the two men don't have time to focus their attention on law, instead turning their anger towards one another as they began to exchange heated blows.

now in your own private corner of the ship, you give law an incredulous look. "law..." you say with some caution. "what was that about?"

he says your name, sharp and direct. "you need to snap out of it."

your brows furrow, arms crossing over your chest. you struggled to connect the dots and understand what he was referring to. the surgeon wasn't exactly the most open when it came to matters of the heart, so it didn't cross your mind that he'd be referring to anything of that nature.

"snap out of it?" you echo back, head tilting. "what're you talking about?"

that perverted chef. he thinks to himself, masking away any hints of displeasure by rolling his eyes and giving you his signature indifferent, observing expression. he'll fall for anything with two legs and a pretty face. just wait for this to all blow over and then i can take care of you how you want me to.

he can't tell you all that though, so he coolly manipulates his words and frames his concern in a more rational light. his tattooed fingers curl around your chin, squeezing lightly as he turned your face back towards the cook. he can't let it show, but he savors the feel of your soft skin under his fingers.

your eyes widen when you see sanji swooning over nami, pulling all the same lines and offering her her favorite dishes. you can feel your cheeks get warm as a sense of clarity runs through you, realizing that maybe you were a little too naive when it came to these things.

but at least you have a captain you can trust to steer you in the right direction, right?

"distractions." he says, simple and to the point, not giving you room to consider any ulterior motives he might have. "we're here for a reason, understand? don't forget what's at stake here."

he lets go of your chin and waits for your response, already thinking about what he would say if you kept insisting on wasting your time with the cook. luckily, you get the point.

you give him a nod and appreciative smile. "yeah, you're right." your shoulders shrug, your fondness towards your captain growing. "i won't forget. i mean, even though we're in an alliance and all that, we should make sure to take care of each other first, right?"

the surgeon can't help but smirk, satisfied. "bingo."

law has patience. he can wait for the right time to make you his, but until then, he'd make sure no one else got in the way.

taglist: @dimplewonie

[viperwhispered]

Y'all know/remember Sheep's Viper Club shenanigans, with Jamil's partners / love interests from different universes ending up in the same place?

I kinda got thinking of the reverse, with all the different Jamils meeting each other and basically comparing notes.

Like all the situations ranging from denial to crush to it's complicated to relationships to what have you.

And I definitely do not mean this as a judgement to anyone's ships or OCs, but I kinda love the idea of the different Jamils lowkey (or highkey) judging each other for some of the things they've done (or haven't done). Or just being plain surprised by some of the people that in some universes have caught their alts' eye - perhaps because that particular Jamil's partner / LI is quite different.

I don't know, it just feels like he would just be sassing his own alt selves, basically, whether that's for being a coward or for being a simp, or anything in between.

Maybe some of them would be offering "advice", like "this worked for me, just do this thing, it's so easy", but even that feels like it'd be tinged with some aura of superiority. Like kinda competing with his own alt selves, basically.

Uhh should I be tagging jmeal peeps / folks with jamil ships? Guess I'll be tagging some jmeal peeps, hope y'all don't mind!

@scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha @fell-e

@cheerleaderman @lex752 @viperbunnies @anbaisai (I honestly can't remember if we've interacted beyond me reblogging your things but hope you don't mind the tag!)

and hey hi @natsukishinomiyaswife hope you don't mind a tag too since your stuff kinda inspired this thought

[bcbdrums]

So, I got blocked for replying to this post here

I commented and pointed out to OP that the relationship during adolescence being referred to in this very good book they show is NOT child to child, but adult to child. That is the type of attachment needed for healthy development.

I also recommended the excellent book The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog by Dr. Bruce Perry for further reading on the topic of child trauma. My comment to OP was kind and supportive, but still pointing out the error in their interpretation.

But, my comment was deleted and I got blocked.

CroMa fandom, why you in denial about the fact that Crona needs THERAPY???

Thing is... It could have been anyone to exorcise Crona. It just happened to be Maka. But Crona would have developed a dependency on whoever had first reached out to them. Maka isn't special. Maka was just the one who was there. And to really heal, Crona needs professional help. A romance or even a friendship isn't gonna magically solve Crona's problems. Neither will antidepressants or other drugs. Children need a positive adult attachment. This is well-established brain science, not opinion.

Highkey think y'all know that, CroMa stans, and don't wanna admit it cuz...you think it would sink your ship? 🤔 Idk. A kid can have friends, that is normal but that can't be their primary relationship. That's not healthy for anyone, and especially not for someone in deep trauma.

Anyway, guess polite conversation get blocked now. Oh well.

[giggly-squiggily]

hi squiggly!!! if no one said this already, may i ask for jjk for the ship game?

Myst! :D I love your pfp! :D It's quite snazzy! :3

This will be the second to last ask I'm answering for the game! Thank you everyone for sending in asks! :D

Ask game

lowkey otp: Not gonna lie- I've been thinking about MeguYuji alot lately. I don't know if I'm fully commited to shipping them yet, but I really do like them! :D

highkey notp: I don't think it's an instant no, but Utahime x Gojo. No hate to it- I just don't really see them as anything but friends. Maybe even brother and sister, you know? They've got that sibling dynamic in a way.

[softly] don’t notp: Hmm...NobaYuji! I don't think I've ever really looked at these two and thought: "Yeah I ship it"- their platonic dynamic is so good? I'm gonna be real- I'm drawing at straws picking these akjrkejarkaekjr

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: Shoko x Utahime! I really wanna write a fic of these two one day- they really only had one scene together but I really like the idea of them as a couple? The vibes, y'all- the vibes!

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: Satosugu!!! I can go on for days about them, their just such a great ship!

Thanks for asking! :D

[revenantghost]

Oh man, please don't worry, it wasn't you!!!! I don't think this person even follows me, though apparently they used an account that wasn't theirs to add this take onto my post lol (so I really hope they unfollow me and never interact with me if they are).

I know the anxiety of worrying you're being vague-posted about, so at large: this is not someone I interact with or even see in my posts regularly. Y'all are good peeps and I love interacting with you all, regardless of if we have different takes. This take started off highkey dismissing personal abuse that I've suffered and abuse many people I know have suffered to justify a ship within canon, which is not the norm for my followers and I know y'all would never.

I'm going through really bad med withdrawals right now and am not really quite myself and this lowkey triggered me; I promise vagueposting won't be my norm :'D

Western space jesus, please give me the patience to simply ignore bad additions to my post

[theemightypen]

"I know it hurts," either Borodred or Farawyn

ur the absolute worst oh my GOD

The rain is coming down in torrential waves, bitingly cold even through the layers of his armor and clothes. And this is considered Spring, in Rohan!

Mercifully, the battle has been over for a few hours. Less fortunate is the constant rain, which has made it difficult to determine who is slumped over from exhaustion and who is in more dire need of help. He may be the highest ranking Gondorian noble present, but he is their captain, and he will leave no man behind if he can help it.

“Captain Boromir!” A familiar voice calls.

“Grimbold,” he answers. “What news?”

The Rohirric commander is pale, worry etched plainly into the lines of his weathered face. “I know you have your own men to attend to, but our healer was gravely injured last week and we had to leave him behind in Snowbourne. There is–we need–”

“Peace, Grimbold,” Boromir interrupts. “We are allies, are we not? Gondor will not deny any man of Rohan aid if he needs it.”

“Thank Bema for that,” the older man says. “It is the Prince.”

The bitter cold of the rain abruptly pales in comparison at the ice that slides into his stomach.

Theodred!

But he is the Captain of the White Tower, Gondor’s greatest defender, his father’s pride. He cannot react any differently now than he would for any other ally.

“Istuiben!” Boromir calls.

The healer’s head emerges from a nearby tent. “My lord?”

“Prince Theodred has need of you,” he says, willing his voice to remain as commanding, as powerful, as even as usual. “Can you be spared?”

“For the Prince? Aye,” Istuiben answers.

It takes a few minutes, during which the rain slows, before he reappears, his kit in hand. Grimbold has been pacing nervously in the interim, which is doing nothing for Boromir’s nerves. As soon as Istuiben has joined them, they’re off, in the direction of Rohan’s encampment. Boromir’s poor page–just a lad, really, with no business being here at all–trails along after them.

“Thranor,” Boromir says, catching the boy’s shoulder as he tries to follow Grimbold and Istuiben into the tent. “Go back to my tent. Get yourself dry.”

“I will not leave you, my lord,” he says, stubbornly. “Lord Denethor told me not to.”

Boromir squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. Curses his father’s damnable pride.

“I am not likely to be attacked in Prince Theodred’s tent,” he says gently.

As if to prove the opposite, there is a pained shout from inside. The boy’s eyes widen and he grips the pommel of his sword, as he can protect Boromir from the scene that awaits him within.

Poor lad, Boromir thinks, reminded painfully of Faramir and all of his kindness, no one can keep me from this.

“Go on, now,” he orders. “There are some things boys should not have to see. Not even very brave ones.”

He waits until Thranor has been met by one of his other guards before turning back to face the tent. He steels himself, just for a moment, before going inside. Surely even he is allowed a moment, just one, of weakness.

The sight that greets him is one he has seen before. Bloodied rags, the worried faces of soldiers and friends, a body in a bed.

It is not the same, a voice in his head whispers, it is not the same at all.

Of course it isn’t. How can it be, when it is Theodred who blinks up at him with pained eyes? Theodred, who he has never seen so pale. Theodred, who very well could be dying, out here in the muck, so far from home?

“Come to gloat?” Theodred asks, voice pinched with pain. “I am sure the mighty Boromir would never be so foolish as to get himself shot by a Uruk’s arrow.”

Worry is replaced with irritation. Of course he would try to tease, try to lessen the agony he must be in. For his men. For Boromir.

“The mighty Boromir is of half a mind to throttle the Crown Prince of the Mark for acting as if he is fine. I know it hurts,” Boromir growls. He turns his attention to Istuiben. “How bad?”

“Not the worst I have seen,” the healer confirms. “Though getting the arrow back out is only half the battle. There is a chance it could be poisoned, my lord.”

Panic flares, icy cold again, in Boromir’s gut. But Istuiben is no green youth. Theodred is in the best hands he possibly can be, at the moment.

“What do you require?”

“Boiled water, if we can get it. And men with strong stomachs. It’s likely I’ll have to cauterize the wound.”

From the corner of his eye, Boromir can see any remaining color drain from Theodred’s face. He has a powerful fear of fire–has since he was a child, and had witnessed an entire village burnt by Dunlendings–but there is no other option to staunch bleeding as quickly.

Grimbold barks something in Rohirric at the soldiers, who hurry out of the tent with purpose. Boromir drifts closer to where Theodred rests. His eyes are closed now, head leaned back against the pillows of his makeshift bed. The arrow protrudes from the front of his shoulder, conspicuous against the otherwise pale skin. They’d clearly had to cut his armor off of him. It had been a gift from his father, years ago now, and Boromir knows the loss must pain him.

Theodred’s eyes flutter open and he manages a half-hearted smile. “Don’t fret so, mðdleóf,” he says, words slurring with pain and weariness, “m’not so fragile as all that.”

Boromir can feel heat creeping up the back of his neck–Theodred would usually never be so careless as to call him beloved where someone might hear, but neither Grimbold nor Istuiben show any sign of having heard anything.

“Fragile, no,” he agrees, settling down on the available stool beside the cot, “foolish, yes. Valar, Theodred, what were you thinking?”

“Thought th’bastard was aimin’ at you and that flashy Gondorian armor of yours,” Theodred slurs. “Youd’ve done th’same.”

Boromir pinches the bridge of his nose, torn between a wave a damnably powerful fondness and extreme exasperation. “That ‘flashy Gondorian armor’ of mine would have protected me from that arrow, you idiot.”

Theodred grins. “Can’t have it doin’ m’job for me, Boromir.”

Elbereth, what is he supposed to say to that? He loses his opportunity, anyways, because the have returned, cauldrons of boiling water on hand. Istuiben approaches, looking cautious.

“Here, Prince,” he says, holding out a wooden spoon. “You may want this.”

Theodred grimaces, all earlier mirth forgotten, and bites down. The rest of the night is a blur for him, from what he says in the days after.

It is not so for Boromir. It may, in fact, be one of the longest nights of his life.

He jolts awake the next morning. Theodred’s hand is as tight in his now as it had been hours previously, when they’d had to seal the arrow-wound with the fire-hot piece of metal. The noise he’d made had been beyond pain, beyond shock. Boromir had wanted to storm out into the wilderness and find the Uruk who had done this, who had caused Theodred such pain–

But his hand had held him fast. As he suspects it always would.

Theodred’s face is mercifully slack with sleep, with none of last night’s pain or fear to be found. There are strands of grey, now, threaded through the dark blonde of his hair. Wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose. Boromir knows his own face carries the same marks of the passage of time. They are neither of them the young, foolish boys that had met in Dol Amroth, all those years ago.

Theodred shifts in his sleep. Murmurs something familiar, something fond.

Time changes so many things, Boromir thinks, unable to keep himself from dragging his thumb over Theodred’s, and so little, all at once.

“We thought it best not to disturb you,” murmurs Istuiben, startling him out of his peaceful–and horribly ill-timed–show of affection. “No one wanted to risk your wrath by being the one to pry you from the Prince’s side.”

Boromir lifts his head to meet the older man’s knowing gaze. Shame spikes in his gut, followed by guilt, and swiftly after, anger. Elbereth, he is so tired of feeling this way, of hiding something that is so important to him, that feels so natural–

“Peace, Boromir,” Istuiben says, clearly reading his expression. “There’s not a man among us, Gondorian or Rohir, who would deny either of you your happiness. Nor would we deny you your privacy.”

His meaning is clear: that they have not been as secretive as Boromir has always thought, and that their men will not breathe a word of this. To anyone, but in particular not to either of their fathers. The gratitude he feels is nigh overwhelming, but–

“I–we cannot ask you to lie–”

Istuiben gives him a stern look. “You have not asked. We have chosen, all on our own, to protect you, as you have so often shielded us.”

“Istuiben–”

The older man sighs, though his expression softens into fondness. “For once in your life, Captain, let someone else be noble for once.”

“Here, here,” breathes Theodred, who was apparently not as asleep as he had appeared. “It’s a damned nuisance, always trying to live up to you being so self-sacrificing–”

“Says the man who got himself shot on my behalf,” Boromir grumbles. The tone rings false, as he is too relieved to see Theodred awake to properly feign irritation. “How do you feel?”

Theodred gives him a lopsided smile that, as ever, makes Boromir’s heart turnover in his chest. “With you beside me? Never better.”

(“He thought we didn’t know?” Grimbold asks, expression torn between disbelief and amusement. “Bema above, they are the most unsubtle–the most obvious–”

“Yes, well,” Istuiben chuckles. “I think it best if we do not tell them that, Commander.”)

[dejwritesarchived]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — i would never expect that i would reach over 2k followers on here. a blog that i started last summer (got shadowbanned two weeks after making the account lmfao) and highkey made this account just to express myself creatively. here i am months later with amazing mutuals, people enjoying my writing, and over 2k followers. i'm just grateful to be able to write content for y'all and just be mrs. comedian on the dash. so, this is my thanks to all of you.

𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

→ during this event, you will be receiving a drabble of your selfship written by the one and only me. you guys know i'm always being hella nosy when it comes to your selfships. aka with the constant sqotd. but wait, there's more i will be creating a cute lil edit for your selfship also based around your drabble that i will write.

→ when it comes to the drabble you’ll be able to choose between three categories. those categories are nsfw, angst, or fluff. then once you choose which category you want your drabble with your selfship to be centered around/about just let me do my magic.

→ when it comes to the edit, i'll be asking for any information i need in the google forms you babes have to fill out. i don't want to spoil the edit i have planned.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

→ you must be following me to participate in this event, i don’t think it’s fair to write a drabble for a person who isn’t even following me. that drabble could have gone to a person who actually follow me and read my content. i will be checking.

→ please do not reblog this. i do not want y'all to reblog this and y'all followers who wasn't following me...follow me just because they see this post and try to slide their form in as if they have been supporting me before i posted this event. if you reblog the post, i will be ignoring your entry form.

→ there will be a deadline to get a drabble. the form i will be releasing will be open for 24-25 hours. once that 24-25 hours is up, i will no longer be accepting any entry forms. there are no excuses. i'm releasing the link at noon on a friday and closing it down at noon the next day due to everyone being in different time zones. i’ll be removing the link to the post as soon as time runs out. plus on the google form it will close as soon as the time runs out. i will be reblogging this post every hour once it's only 5 hours left to get your form in.

→ for nsfw drabbles, you must have your age in your bio or pinned post. i will be checking. if you don’t and you request for nsfw, i will be selecting at random between an angst or fluff drabble.

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→ during the time of this event, i will not be accepting requests of other things. i want to focus on getting these done. however, i will be updating my fics and doing my wips.

→ all drabbles will range from 100 to 400 words. keeping them short so i can do everyone.

→ all self ships posts will be tagged under #deja’s 2k followers event. tag.

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[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

your blog is so negative and dictating. and the fact you associate yourself with anti shippers, who, are getting worse and doing stuff like throwing around a CSA victim’s photos around from his abuse (and he, is still a minor) all b/c he has proship views. Comparing real life abuse to fictional lines on paper will never not be vile - it belittles us abuse victims.

I’m not saying to be proship, I’m not saying you aren’t allowed to b uncomfortable with ships, hell, even proshippers have a lot of ships they’re uncomfortable with. I’m saying this to make you aware of who you associate yourself with.

pro ship has always meant anti harassment over fiction. Not the anti’s lying manipulative definition of “all proshippers support pedophilic and incest relationships.”

proshippers are also mostly survivors ourselves. We have our trauma belittled, and we are alienated and told by antis our traumas “don’t count” b/c of our ship preferences - not asking you to change your opinions, but at least understand where I’m coming from - people take fiction too seriously and the purity culture movement is full on fascist.

i'm sorry if you've ever been belittled by others and said that your experiences don't count because of ships you like, that's just stupid

but i ain't associating myself with anybody

i don't like ships that are lowkey or highkey pedophilia or super incesty

i ain't gonna tell people to not ship a thing just cause i don't like it, but i'm also not gonna say something makes me uncomfortable with the ship if there's something with the ship that makes me uncomfortable, or would be uncomfortable with and if they make content of that ship the general public will get generally upset

i know that there's liking ships because it's a way to cope, but i've also heard from people who do like ships like that and have been advised by their therapists that it is a healthy coping mechanism, that also putting it out publicly (as in not keeping it to it's own private area/tag/server/whatever) immediately negates that as a coping mechanism because it is now bringing the public who do not share that trauma or don't want to see content like that or even get triggered from it from their own trauma

tl;dr: ship whatever y'all want, i've become way more lenient over the years, i'm just gonna talk about things that make me uncomfortable with certain ships sometimes and some people have asked me if certain ships are "okay" because they specifically want to avoid incestuous/weird age gap ships and they know i know way too much about the dumb forest cat timeline and the hellish family tree

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Every Single Time | Lee Jeno

Genre: well floof ofc

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: I wrote this during my online class at school today for no reason other than avoiding ap Spanish yikerz. N e wayz it's kinda clichè and cheesey but I hope yall enjoy it nonetheless :)

It's one of my last fics in my jb song series!! Based off this Jonas Brothers song

To say you'd been in love was an understatement. More specifically, you had been in love with one (1) boy for five (5) years. Who is this boy, you ask. Well, none other than your very best friend, Lee Jeno.

You'd been crushing on him since eighth grade and have been friends for essentially your whole lives. The thing is, Jeno has always had other crushes and girlfriends. Of course, being that you two are besties, he tells you all about this and it lowkey highkey breaks your sensitive little heart.

To be fair, you have also had your fair share of boyfriends. Freshman year you dated Lee Donghyuck and later, Huang Renjun. The only reason you ever said yes to them was in hope of getting over your crush on Jeno. However, it never seemed to work and you were still left, well, crushed. Sophomore year you dated Chenle, but you two discovered that you worked much better as friends. Lastly, during your junior year you dated the school flirt, Na Jaemin. Everyone wondered how you managed to get such a renowned hottie. The thing is, Jaemin is another one of your friends so he knew about your crush. You two only went out because he was getting over his ex as well.

Now, in the middle of senior year, you find yourself sitting at lunch, mindlessly staring at the boy you're hopelessly in love with.

"Hey, y/n! Are you good?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, right. Yeah I'm fine," you barely managed to convince Jeno after he caught you. Chenle gave you a knowing look from across the table, to which you responded with a glare.

As odd as it was, Chenle is still one of your best friends and he knows about your ongoing crush. In fact, he was one of the first people to tell you about it, because you were too dense to realize it yourself. Quite frankly, you think that may be the reason your exes dumped you, they could see your feelings for Jeno. However, it seems that you're lucky enough because Jeno has yet to catch on.

~

"Y/n, I think you should just confess. What's the worst that could happen?" Chenle suggested.

"He could hate me," you respond coldly.

"Okay yeah, but that would only last for the rest of senior year. Then, you'll both go to college and, if need be, never see one another ever again." :D

"Wow. That makes it sound so much better," you say in a sarcastic tone.

"Who knows, y/n, he might actually like you back. I get the feeling he does."

"What makes you say that?"

"Let's make a bet. 20 bucks says you won't confess to Jeno before winter break."

"I don't want to make any bets I know I'm going to lose," you pout.

"Fine then. 20 bucks says Jeno will confess first."

"That's a bet I can win."

"That's the spirit, y/n!"

"Because Jeno doesn't have feelings for me so he'll never confess!"

"You're hopeless."

"C'mon Lele, he's always surrounded by other girls. I wouldn't even have a chance."

"Okay, but you've dated other boys too," your friend reminds you.

"That's different. Throughout high school I only dated boys to get over Jeno." You paused briefly before continuing, "but it never worked. Every single time, I keep on going back. He's always on my mind. It doesn't matter what I do." You finally looked up at Chenle again only to find him fast asleep on your bed. Late night study dates with Chenle were always like this: deep conversation from you but snooze from him.

~

You sat impatiently in your physics class, waiting for the bell to ring. As you turn your head to check the clock yet again, you are met with Jeno's eyes staring back at yours. "Y/n," he started quietly, "you should be working on your project right now not staring off into space. We only have 2 more days before it's due."

You throw him a shy smile, blushing at his observation of you. "You're probably right," you whisper back. Instead of listening to his advice, you go back into staring off. This, however, was not to your advantage because he began to wonder about what Chenle said. Maybe you should just confess. What if Jeno actually does reciprocate your feelings? You turned to face him again only for your thoughts to be interrupted by his knowing look.

"Y/n, don't make me say it again. You need to finish your project so you don't have to finish it all in one night like last time." Of course. How could you forget the last project that you made Jeno stay up all night to help you finish on time. It's not your fault that he's much superior in physics. Oh gosh. There's no way he could feel anything for you when your literally so stupid! Yes, y/n, you are just so so stupid smh.

~

You checked the time on your phone. 3 am. Another all nighter to finish your dumb project. Okay so maybe Jeno had a point the other day. As you set your phone down it began to vibrate. "Hey Lele," you answer after reading his caller ID. "I'm sorry but I cant talk now because I need to finish this project. Why are you even up at 3 in the morning? If this is some lame attempt to convince me to tell Jeno about how I feel, it's not gonna work. He obviously doesn't like me back."

You waited for a response, but the line went dead. Maybe it was just a butt dial. Or a PRANK!! THAT LITTLE PIECE OF CRAP! Calm down, y/n. It's physics time right now.

~

Jeno sat at Chenle's desk, helping him study for his Calculus test tomorrow. "Chenle, you are just like y/n, always waiting until the last minute. I should call her. I bet she's pulling an all nighter right now to finish that project."

"That's not fair. We can't help it that we don't have the same level of intellect as the great Lee Jeno," Chenle mocked.

"No. You two are just bad when it comes to procrastinating. My phone is dead, can I use yours?" Chenle tossed Jeno his phone and he quickly dialed your number. You answered almost immediately. Stupid y/n, staying up so late.

"I'm sorry but I cant talk now, Lele, because I need to finish this project. Why are you even up at 3 in the morning? If this is some lame attempt to convince me to tell Jeno about how I feel, it's not gonna work. He obviously doesn't like me back."

The boy sat there, his mouth a bit agape. "Jeno. Jeno. Yo! Jeno what did she say?" Chenle finally recovered Jeno's attention.

"Oh, right. Yeah she just said she was busy and could talk right now. And then she hung up," he lied just a little. "N E ways. Back to limits. If the x in the denominator is..."

~

As you walk into school the next day, you are caught a bit off guard. Jeno was waiting for you at your locker. "Hey, y/n," he smiled brightly. How could anyone not fall for that? "Did you have to stay up all night again for your project?" He asks, playing dumb.

"N-no. Not all night," you argue despite him assuming correctly.

He laughs a little. "You're cute when you try to lie." And with that, he walks off, leaving you flustered at your locker. The warning bell rings and you quickly gather your things for your first class. Not that it'll matter. There's no way you could focus now.

~

The rest of the day was fairly normal until lunch. You sat down next to Chenle like usual, but Jeno was acting a bit,, unusual. He was looking at you almost lovingly and it was starting to get a little creepy. <(￣︶￣)> "Isn't y/n just do pretty today?"

Chenle just kinda looked at you like （＞д＜）which you responded with 乁། ˵ ◕ – ◕ ˵ །ㄏ

"What do you mean, Jeno? Is y/n not pretty everyday?" Chenle questions him.

"Oh. Of course she is pretty everyday! But today she is extra prettyyyyy," he draws out the last word adding to his cuteness.

You obviously wanted to join the conversation as opposed to awkwardly sitting silently but you couldn't come up with any words. You could feel the red tint burning across your face, but it's not like you could stop it. "Uh oh. Y/n is blushing. That must mean you like me too, huh?"

"What?" Your mouth hung open. Earth to y/n!! Did you hear that right? Did he really just say too? Say something!

"Ha! That's 20 bucks, y/n! I knew you couldn't tell him first," Chenle screeched, only briefly capturing the attention of the lunchroom. After the students returned to their own lunches and conversations, Jeno continued:

"I asked if you liked me. Of course, I already know the answer."

"Then why do you ask?" You reply rather innocently.

"Because I want to hear you say it again."

"Again?!" You question at the same time that Chenle shouts it.

"Yeah, again. Y/n confessed to me on the phone last night," Jeno elaborates. "So if that was some sort of bet, well, she won I guess."

You nearly died of embarrassment. "Wait so that wasn't Lele calling me yesterday? It was you? And I just-"

"Wait Jeno, you said she just hung up after explaining that she was busy," Chenle argues.

"Did I forget to mention that part?"

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe I did that. Ugh," you complain while facepalming.

"So, are you gonna say it?"

"Do I have to?"

"If you want to hear me say it again then I have to hear you say it first."

"Fine. Jeno, I have had the biggest crush on you since middle school. I really like you."

"Y/n, I have had a crush on you for some time as well. I really like you too," and of course to make matters even worse for your flustered state, he adorns his confession with that signature smile that makes your heart go we got that BOOM BOOM.

~

So yeah, y/no is the ship of the school. Y'all cute or whateva. Jeno always takes you out on fun dates like roller skating or bowling. He is also SUPER CLINGY which you didn't know back when you were only friends. He loves loves loves to cuddle and can almost always be found with his arms around your waist like a koala.

[shannarobelieveitro]

My Top 5 Canon/Could-Be Naruto Ships

Listen you fnckers I'm REALLY new to this fandom so I don't really know what's up with the beef in the Naruto fandom. I just know y'all are at each others' throats. So I'm going to give my true and honest opinion on the ships and why I ship/like them.

5. NaruHina (Naruto & Hinata)

These two are the cutest and purest ship I've ever seen. I started watching Naruto VERY late so I already knew a LOT of spoilers, including who Naruto gets with in the end. I started watching the show with some comments from my guy friends and my little cousin, all of them telling me this in a middle of a fanboy rant, that Naruto doesn't get with Sakura, but with someone else. So I started the series kinda miffed that he doesn't get with his teammate (it's a trope I love) but shipping isn't one of my make it or break it preferences so I watched it anyway. I immediately fell in love with Naruto's character. He reminded me of myself as a kid (though I wasn't as rambunctious nor dumb) and I admired his perseverence and his strength. Later, when Hinata was presented, I absolutely fell in love with her. She was an adorable little smol bean and I loved that she was the only one with a crush on Naruto from the beginning and not one of his fangirls. In the end, I was glad that she finally got the man of her dreams and I was so happy that she finally got some love. However, I do agree that Naruto's feelings just came to light overnight and they weren't really developed that well. I was slightly disappointed and I was hoping to see more love struck Naruto, but I'm overall happy with how it turned out.

4. SasuSaku (Sasuke & Sakura)

Listen, these two have such a complex love story and I LOVE it. In the beginning, oh God, I HATED Sakura. She was mumbling crud about Sasuke and being all needy and stuff, but throughout the course of the show, I started respecting her. In the whole Zabuza/Haku arc (that sh!t scarred me for life tbh) I was crying alongside her when Sasuke "died". Her tears were more than a stupid crush and I felt it. Granted, I also hated Sasuke in the beginning. His air of arrogance and his conceitedness was annoying to say the least. However, I only actually started to like him during the Chunin Exams, when he fought Orochimaru. Throughout the series, I noticed that although Sasuke was always "cold", he was actually still showing emotion in his own way and I started shipping it. The scene when he was going to leave the village was heart-breaking (though a little too drawled out) and I squealed when he thanked her before knocking her out. That right there confirmed to me that he was harboring feelings, even if he didn't like it. In the end, I loved how Sakura's love never wavered and Sasuke acknowledged her love for him and her strength as a kunoichi. Same with Naruhina,I wish I got to see more scenes of them together after the war, but we may still have a chance. Boruto might show us some flashbacks of the parents of the New Gen together.

3. JiraTsuna (Jiraiya & Tsunade)

I FNCKING LOVE THIS SONG! 😭 Jiraiya and Tsunade was such a sad "could-have-been" ship, you know? Jiraiya, a player kinda guy (who's a fncking perv), sets his sight on one girl when he was 12. He starts to train harder than ever when she comments on how she likes strong men like Orochimaru. He becomed a fncking SAGE to win her heart. He practically becomes her best friend because Orochimaru is too creepy for that and they become close. He's there for her when her brother dies. Dan comes along and she falls in love with him, leaving Jiraiya in the dust. Then Jiraiya chases after Orochimaru and Dan dies and then she leaves the village. He offers up Tsunade as the Hokage because he has faith in her and knows it'll be good for her. He brings Naruto because he knows that this boi will remind her of what her brother and Dan stood for. He carries a picture if her with him. Then they both meet up again and she's fncking depressed but Jiraiya believes in her and reminds her why the loves of her life died and she becomes Hokage. When Jiraiya leaves and both of them aren't sure if he'll make it back, she almost bawls. Tsunade, one of the strongest kunoichi ever, almost cries at the thought of losing Jiraiya. Then he fncking dies. THOSE FNCKING FLASHBACKS. I WASN'T READY TO SHIP IT AND I WAS BAWLING BECAUSE HE WAS SO CLOSE TO FINALLY GET THE GIRL HE WAS AIMING FOR BUT, YOU KNOW, PAIN HAD TO FNCKING KILL HIM. Their stlmory itself is enough shipling material. No debate there.

2. ItaIzu

THIS WAS THE LOVE ITACHI FNCKING DESERVED OMG. The moment I saw that Itachi saved her and she came back to thank him and to try to hold Sasuke, I fell in love with their dynamic (when I saw that she was also an Uchiha, I highkey freaked, but then I read that she's a distant cousin and barely one at that so I was all gucci later). I just...I LOVED how he was a quiet, polite, genius student in the Acadmey and she was just a really eccentric girl who was super nice and adorable. But THEN THE FNCKING COUP DE'TAT (idk if that's how you spell it but oh well) HAPPENED AND HE HAD TO KILL HER. OOF. I heard that in the manga, he put her under a tsukuyomi where they both live the rest of their lives together and die in the other's arms so that she can at least die in peace and I wasn't ready for that beautiful act of love and I almost burst in tears. (Glaring at SP for not animating it).

1. ObiRin (Obito & Rin)

They were so adorable! I couldn't handle it! OMGGGG❤ This was truly a tragic story. They had so many chances to be together, yet Rin was head over heels fir Kakashi and Obito was smitten with Rin. But it could've happened, you know? After the fight at the bridge, they could've gone home and Kakashi could have been the eingman he should have been when they were younger to get them together. Rin could have realized that her care for Obito was deeper than friendly protectiveness. Team 7 could have been the ultimate wing...kids? They could have had such a happy life of love. But Obito had to fncking almost die and get stuck under a pile of massive boulders and later go all psychotic when he sees Rin sacrifice herself for the village's sake. And the fact that he only joined Madara's infinited tsukuyomi plan was so he could build a world where Rin was alive and where he could have had the life he wanted other than the world he has now. Yes, he was insane, but I love that his motives were fueled by his thoughts of her. Also, the fact that Rin must have been so confused to see that Obito wasn't in the afterlife breaks my heart and tears me to pieces. Their reunion (and both of them helping Team 7 win even after death) just BROKE ME EVEN MORE. If I ever had the chance to make an alternate reality, it would be one where Obito and Rin were still alive and where they could live happily ever after.

[archeriexriverdale]

American Horror Story: Apocalypse - S08E01 REVIEW ♥️💀

Seeing as I'm so hyped for AHS and I have been Evan peters trash ever since Asylum, I've decided to start doing week by week reviews on the show lmao. (Basically what I liked/disliked about the whole thing ep and etc so....enjoy 😉)

.I didn't know what to think about this new season when I saw the trailer...so I didn't have that much high expectations ( cause I knew the last two episodes were most likely going to cover coven/haunted house characters anyway...so there was no reason for me to be hyped for the first episode lmao 🙄) so I didn't know what the rest of the show would entail...but boy was it good! ✊🏾✊🏾.

The end of the world storyline makes me so proud of Ryan because it had all the elements of making a great post apocalyptic movie 👏🏾 and I enjoyed it!

. Evan peters playing a gay hairdresser? 😂✌🏾 Ok. I Stan 🤣♥️👏🏾

.It annoyed me to the fucking core when it was the 'end of the world' and people in their office clothes were standing there or walking around like it was no big deal 💀. I know they are in shock but...come on dude 😩😭

MOVE YOUR ASS 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Also you know DAMN WELL that driver could of gotten in that plane 🤣🤣🤣 like? Its not like the airport workers metal bars could penetrate the plane so what was the hold up? 💀 I just thought that part didn't make any sense 😂

. Btw who tf was driving the plane in the first place? Like who took off? ... Nah seriously I wanna know 🤣🤣🤣🤣 cause u can't expect me to believe the plane went into the sky by itself lmao. So unless this is Infinity War did the pilot vanish into thin air?

. Evan peters is a bae and I fcking love him! 🤣♥️ Totally the comedic relief in this shit storm. But it was sad af when him and that next guy was rubbed down of ' diseases' when it turns out it was BULLSHIT anyway 🙄🙄 like...my poor babe 😭💔

. These people who have been 'chosen' are kinda ungreatful highkey lmao. I know it's frustrating and the hospitality could have been better (cause it's shit tbh) but why don't they act like the teenagers and sit tf down and be quiet 🤣🤣🤣🤣. They have been there long enough to see how unhinged the staff r in there...i.mean..thats what I would do. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

. Now I don't know what's wrong with this physcopatyh but she needs to relax yo 🤣

I mean...yes I can see she is gonna be this seasons Villan but come on? Human meat? No sex or intercourse rule (how are they gonna repopulate 💀), tricking a person into thinking they were unpure so she could what? Wear a purple dress 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 this girl.

But I am interested in her past though..like..how did she get there? Why does she have a cane? What is her background. All of these unanswered questions got me intrigued.

. They said they have been making this 'post apocalyptic' sanctuary (laughs) for years...and people (apparently) have paid money over time to be there in case the world ever got to shit...so tell me please... why is the only food available is just these small white cubes for 24 hours of the day 🤣🤣🤣🤣 like..what? They don't have any other edible food left over? I find that hard to believe lmao.

I wouldn't be surprised if the people in charge are fcking hiding it somewhere🙄.

. What is Cordelia Goode goal? Really? To kill everyone off and make their lives miserable? Cause she/her minions seem mad and high mighty for some reason 🤣🤣 like? What is going on?

. Now...before y'all roll your eyes. I couldn't care less. I ship these two already ♥️♥️♥️♥️ don't @ me 🤣🤣

(unless they do something stupid that could get them BOTH killed) I think they are cute lmao. The first romance of the show, some chocolate and vanilla swirl going on 😂😂, and a post apocalyptic romance? Relying on eachother when the world has gone to shit? I Stan 🤣🤣✌🏾 I just hope for my sake they make it!

TIMOTHY X EMILY 🔥♥️🔥♥️

Cause like...Tate and violet are a loss cause like ...literally and forever lmao . so...might as well? 👀🤣

. Now.. who tf is dis? 💀🤣

When he walked in he looked like a 'vampire pretty BOI' NGL 🤣. But how unnerved it got Cordelia Goode was reason enough for me to take interest in him 👏🏾👏🏾. He seems like the TOP DOG in all of this and had this very unnerving and a sinister evil presence about him (which ofc ain't good for the residents cause shit could get even worse 💀)but let's see what happens. Who knows? Maybe he won't end up a total asshole....but I ain't holding my breath.

Annyywaaaayy, I give this a 10/10 because the episode was actually good! I was entertained and I was at the edge of my seat and NEVER bored with what was going on. I'm so hyped for next week u don't understand! 🤣✌🏾.