#even if it’s a piece of shit who you truly hate like. feelings happen.

[dashiellqvverty]

my opinion on season 11 is that ian and mickey were all over the place from episode to episode and i ultimately wasn’t very happy with where it ended for them

[blackenedsnow]

I have a request if that’s okay 🥺

Beetlejuice is in love with a breather who gets murdered, she finds beej in the netherworld and he’s devastated to see her there so he seeks vengeance on her murderer. Maybe they were an ex lover or something lmao. Hope that makes sense 😅

vengeance

WARNING: Murder and violence

PAIRING: Beetlejuice x (Fem) Reader

NOTE: Omg, I absolutely love this concept!!! No worries at all—it makes total sense. Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY: When you’re murdered by an ex-lover, Beetlejuice finds you in the Netherworld and is devastated by your death. He is determined to make your killer pay for what they did.

You hadn’t expected to end up here, not so soon. Sure, Beetlejuice had told you all about the Netherworld—how it worked, how breathers like you never imagined what truly lay on the other side—but you always thought that was a conversation for some distant, far-off future. You had so much ahead of you. And yet, here you were, sitting in the waiting room of the afterlife, a ticket clutched in your hand with a number on it that seemed lightyears away from being called.

The soft hum of the waiting room filled your ears as other souls milled around, some with decaying features, others still in shock over their untimely deaths. You could feel the weight of it all pressing in on you, the strange stillness of this place mingling with the deep sadness in your chest.

I shouldn’t be here.

It wasn’t your time. Not yet. You had plans—dreams. And the person responsible for cutting all of that short? Your ex. Someone who, at one point, you trusted, even loved. But love had twisted into something darker, and when things fell apart, so did their sanity. The next thing you knew, you were dead. Just like that.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, eyes flicking around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening. And then, suddenly, something clicked in your memory. Beetlejuice.

You could call for him.

You didn’t need to wait for this absurdly long line or the endless bureaucracy of death. You had a connection. All it took was three little words.

“Beetlejuice,” you whispered, feeling a sense of urgency bubbling up inside you. You looked around nervously, half-expecting someone to stop you, but no one paid any attention. “Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice!”

The air in front of you shimmered for a moment before he appeared in a flash, his striped suit and wild green hair unmistakable. He looked around, momentarily confused, before his eyes locked on you.

“Holy shit,” Beetlejuice muttered, his voice lower than you expected, his usual manic energy dimmed. “Babe… what are you doing here?”

Your heart clenched at the look on his face—an expression you hadn’t seen before. Genuine sadness. He looked absolutely wrecked as he knelt in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as if he couldn’t believe you were really there.

“You—what the hell happened? You weren’t supposed to die yet!” he exclaimed, his hands gripping tighter as his eyes scanned your face, trying to piece together the situation. “You had so much ahead of you babe! This isn’t right!”

You swallowed hard, your own sadness mixing with the anger that had been festering since your death. “My ex,” you muttered, your voice thick with emotion. “They… they murdered me.”

The words felt heavy, even now. But Beetlejuice’s reaction was instant. His eyes flared, and his grip tightened even more. “Your ex?!” His voice was sharp, venomous. “That no-good breather piece of—” He cut himself off, pacing in front of you as if he could barely contain his fury.

“This is exactly why I hate 'em. No sense of decency!” Beetlejuice ranted, his anger growing by the second. But then, he stopped, his wild eyes snapping back to yours. “You didn’t deserve that! None of this. You were supposed to be out there, living your life, not stuck here... yet!”

He stared at you for a moment longer, and then a dangerous glint entered his eyes. “You know what? I’m not letting them get away with this.”

“Beej—”

“No, no, no. Don’t ‘Beej’ me,” he growled, that chaotic energy surging back full force. “You got murdered. I’m taking care of this. Your ex? They’re done.”

You could feel a twinge of apprehension, but also… satisfaction. If anyone could make this right, it was Beetlejuice. And honestly? You didn’t mind the idea of your murderer getting what they deserved.

Beetlejuice cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, the manic grin spreading across his face as he prepared for what was sure to be a messy act of revenge. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Gonna go take care of some unfinished business.”

Before you could say anything else, he vanished, leaving you alone in the waiting room once more. The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and you found yourself wondering how he was handling things. Part of you worried, but a much bigger part of you was just… relieved. You hadn’t deserved this fate. And knowing that Beetlejuice was out there, dealing with your murderer, brought some small comfort in the strange, unsettling place you now found yourself.

When Beetlejuice returned, his suit was slightly disheveled, and there was a smear of something dark on his cheek, but the grin on his face was positively gleeful. “Well, that was fun,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Your ex? Toast. And let me tell you, they didn’t see it coming.”

Relief flooded your chest, but it was quickly replaced by a gnawing realization that hit like a punch to the gut. The Netherworld—this waiting room—it wasn’t just for you. It was for everyone.

Including… your ex.

Your eyes widened as the truth settled in, the air suddenly feeling heavier. “Wait…” You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the panic rising in your throat. “Beej—my ex… They’re gonna end up here. Any minute now.”

Beetlejuice blinked, then grinned wider, looking almost entertained by your epiphany. “Ohhhh, right. Guess I didn’t think that part through, huh? But hey! Silver lining—you’ll get to see the look on their face when they show up and realize their breather days are so over.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Are you kidding me!? I don’t wanna see them again!”

He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What, you don’t think I did a good enough job making ‘em pay? Trust me, they’re gonna be in for a world of afterlife hurt.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t exactly plan on a reunion with my murderer!” you snapped, glancing nervously at the waiting room doors, half-expecting them to swing open at any moment with your ex walking through.

Beetlejuice shrugged, nonchalant as ever. “Eh, you’ll get used to it. Besides, once they get here, I can always… rearrange some things. You know, make sure they end up in a real fun spot in the afterlife.”

You shot him a look, torn between frustration and gratitude. “Beej, you’re not exactly making me feel better.”

“Well, how about this?” he said, leaning in with a sly grin. “No matter what happens, I’m here with you. I got your back—forever.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his mischievous energy back in full force. “And who knows, maybe I can convince someone to fast-track ‘em straight into the most unpleasant part of the Netherworld. A special VIP treatment.”

You exhaled sharply, still unsettled but slightly reassured by Beetlejuice’s sense of loyalty. The waiting room felt more ominous now, but knowing he’d do whatever it took to make your afterlife bearable—even if it meant tormenting your ex—was something.

“Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “But if they show up and try anything, I’m calling you immediately.”

Beetlejuice winked. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be waiting.”

You couldn’t help but smirk despite the tension. “Well, I guess we’ll see who shows up first then.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m betting on it.”

[fungifanart]

Thank You For Your Patronage

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!Reader, Leona Kingscholar

CW: Slight self-image issues, mild nudity (non-sexual), slightly suggestive at points, but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Wrote this for prompt #7 of @lemonchuu 's writing event for Leona's birthday! Enjoy!

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Leona has always had rather...mixed feelings about birthdays, his in particular.

On one hand, it was the one day of the year where everyone in the castle had no choice but to be nice to him, even if it was just an act.

However, they would also serve as a reminder of how he was getting older and was still no closer to being king. In fact, it seemed like the older he got, the farther and farther away he'd be from the throne, making his inadequacies more and more apparent in the mirror.

So, scratch his earlier assessment. Leona hates birthdays.

Or at least, he did before coming to Night Raven.

For his first few years, it was honestly just refreshing to be treated with respect by people who weren't being paid to, which made birthdays a bit more tolerable.

Not enough for him to actually look forward to them, mind you, but still tolerable.

But then, you came along and suddenly, everything seemed to shift ever so slightly.

The sun felt a bit warmer, his reflection felt a bit kinder and, if only a little, he found himself looking forward to his next birthday because it's the first one he'll get to spend with you by his side.

Now, with that in mind, would any of the Kings Of Old like to tell him why it's his birthday and you're suddenly nowhere to be found?

Despite having gone to sleep in his bed together, Leona hasn't seen hide nor hair of you from the moment he'd woken up to now, aka the middle of his party.

At first, he was annoyed that you aren't responding to his calls or texts, but now he's starting to get worried.

Did something happen to you?

However, this thought is dispelled upon being handed an envelope with your handwriting on it by Ruggie, prompting Leona to completely disregard the interviewer's words to inspect its contents.

"Dear Leona Kingscholar,

In celebration of your birthday, we've enclosed with this letter a voucher for our services at the Ramshackle Massage Parlor, which is open today only with the intent to serve you and you alone to our fullest capabilities.

We do so hope that you'll consider engaging us so that we may treat you like the million thaumarks that you are.

Yours truly,

Y/n of the RMP team."

Leona comes very close to bursting out laughing upon reading the letter, 'Of course that little shit would do something like this.' He thinks in a mix of fondness and exasperation, 'Well, I guess I HAVE been working pretty hard lately. I could use some real relaxation.'

After speeding through the rest of the interviewer's questions, Leona promptly makes his one good use of the Bloom Broom and flies out of the Savannaclaw lounge, effectively ending the party, making his way to the "Ramshackle Massage Parlor" as you're calling it for today.

Upon arriving and discarding the broom, Leona doesn't notice any significant changes to the outside of the building, so he knocks on the front door, finding it to have been left unlocked.

'He's lucky it's me coming in rather than someone looking to rob him.' Leona thinks to himself before fully opening the door and having his nostrils filled with the scent of lavender scented candles.

Walking into the lounge from the entryway, he finds it adorned with all manner of silks along the walls and ceiling, some of which could swear he's only seen at high-end stores, and then sees you, his darling boyfriend, wearing white scrubs and sitting at a reception desk where the couch once was.

"Welcome!" You greet him with a warm smile, "I take it you received our invitation?"

Leona chuckles lightly at the commitment to this little bit of yours, but goes along with it, "Yeah, I'll be using the voucher you sent me." He says while handing the piece of paper to you with a smirk, "And let me say this now that I can't be held accountable for what might happen if I don't receive the very best service, like you promised."

"Wonderful! I'll begin preparations right away!" You respond, completely brushing off Leona's, admittedly unserious, threat, "Oh, and before I forget: You should know that that voucher comes with a surprise gift as well! Close your eyes!"

Leona hesitates, but relents upon seeing the pleading look in your eyes and shuts his own tight. A few seconds later, he feels a pair of lips connect with his own, initiating a deep, loving kiss that lasts for several moments before you pull away and whisper "Happy birthday, my love."

Having received his surprise gift, Leona's eyes flutter open to see you with your regular customer service smile and doesn't hide the disappointment on his face as you take his hand and lead him towards the hallway, "The first door on your left is your changing room and the one beyond it is where you'll receive your massage. Go ahead and get changed and I'll knock on the door when everything's ready."

Doing as instructed, Leona takes off the stupid witch outfit he'd been provided and puts on the robe laid out on the bed, surprised by the quality and softness of the fabric, before hearing a knock on the door.

"Everything's ready when you are, Mr. Kingscholar." You say from behind the door.

Leona places his hand on the doorknob, but realizes now would be the perfect time to tease his boyfriend just a bit.

He opens the door, not moving immediately to give you time to take in the view before leaning against the frame and moving his right arm in a way that causes part of the robe to fall off his shoulder, "So, Herbivore. Are ya gonna tell me how ya managed to afford all this without my help?"

Your eyes widen and Leona hears you swallow at the display unfolding in front of you before you quickly turn your head away and clear your throat, "I-I can have connections too, y'know! I just had to pull a few favors and here we are."

Leona smirks mirthfully at seeing you so flustered and takes your chin in his hand to make you look at him, "Well, well. Didn't know my boyfriend was a regular businessman in the making. Shame on me for underestimatin' ya." He says while slowly drawing your face close enough to feel the heat radiating off of it.

"M-m-m-m-massage!!! It's time for your massage!!!" You stammer out as you wrench yourself from his grasp, fix his robe and lead him by the hand to the other room, "Feel free to disrobe and lay down whenever!"

Satisfied that he got to fluster you into breaking character, Leona takes off his robe and lays face-down on the bed, where he feels you quickly drape a towel over his behind.

"R-remember to relax." You say in a way that sounds like you're trying to convince both Leona and yourself, "It could put a strain on your muscles if I try to massage them while they're tense."

"Quit your yappin' and get to the massage, herbivore. We haven't got all day." Leona says curtly as he uses his tail to pat his back as a signal for you to get started.

"O-of course!" You say in a mild panic as you scramble to position yourself over Leona's body before rubbing oil on your hands and finally beginning to massage the muscles in his back.

He feels your hands start off shaky, but slowly relax as you make your away around his back, shoulders and arms. It's not the best massage he's had, being a prince and all, but he can tell you put a lot of effort into this, so he'll let you have it.

After you've massaged every corner of his upper body, Leona feels you work your way down to his hips and thighs, but he feels your touch become especially light over certain areas on them.

Wait...those are...

"You got some sorta issue with my stretch marks, herbi-" Leona begins to question before feeling your lips gently and lovingly make contact with the stretched skin, "W-whaddaya think your doin'??" He asks as he sits up, caught off-guard.

"I said that I'd treat you like the million thaumarks that you are, didn't I? And that means treating every part of you with the love and respect it deserves." You say, fully dropping the bit to lay your hand on his and talk to him genuinely, "And I know that you deserve all of it in the world and beyond."

...This is probably his karma for teasing you earlier, because now he's feeling his own face heating up at such genuine words of love.

"W-well, if that's really what ya want..." Leona awkwardly returns to his previous position to let you continue, causing you to let out a giggle.

"Hehe, of course it is. I'm gonna shower you with all the love in my heart!" You declare before placing a kiss on his cheek and resuming the massage with renewed gusto.

...Maybe Leona's birthdays won't be so bad from now on.

[morewonders]

One thing that does drive me nuts is when people say “oh I don’t even think Bucktommy fans have watched the whole show, if they had they’d know that Tommy’s not a good person and they shouldn’t want him with Buck, they only care about two white men kissing.”

First of all - so what, the planet is dying and shipping is not activism. And I say this as someone who has avoided a lot of major mlm fandoms because they were misogynistic as FUCK. But if you’re just here for two (canonically queer) men kissing and you’re not a dick to anyone about it in the process, great! Have fun!

But second of all…I’ve definitely watched the whole show, and rewatched season 2 very recently, which is the period of time that antis point to for why Tommy is an irredeemable piece of shit. And, no, Tommy did not get on his knees on screen and beg Hen and Chim’s forgiveness for his transgressions towards them. He never will. This is not that kind of show. But in all the Begins episodes, you do see Tommy mending fences with them to the point that they’re having drinks and shooting the shit outside of work. It’s implied that Tommy is one of the anonymous complaints that got Gerrard ousted the first time around. Hen gets him a cake to celebrate his transfer to the 217, something we’ve seen her do for other people she cares about. Two years later, Chim calls Tommy to help save Eddie with the water plane. That all happened on the show that we’ve all watched, well before there was any intention of bringing Tommy back as Buck’s love interest.

And when he is brought back in season 7, Bobby (Tommy’s captain for an indeterminate amount of time, but I’d guess at least a year) tells Buck that Tommy’s good people and good for Buck. There’s no hidden meaning behind it, this is not a subtle show. Buck’s father figure approves of Tommy courting him.

You can hate Tommy’s fucking guts, I don’t care. (Goes extra if you’re a person of color - it’s truly not my place to tell you how to feel about a character who has absolutely been racist and misogynistic, and if you don’t feel like the show has redeemed him enough for you, I get it.) But this condescending “well CLEARLY you’ve only watched season 7” ain’t it. We watched the primetime network procedural drama and took what it was telling us at face value, that’s all.

[jmvore]

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It was a mistake for Jungkook to fall into this rabbit hole. 

The gentle smiles, the sincerity of your constant worrying, and the fact that you were someone he shouldn’t have found himself falling for.

Even your little ticks became engraved in his mind. It was a way for him to pinpoint how you were feeling in the moment. The way you’d pick at your arm when you were anxious to the way your giggles grew into fits of laughter the funnier you thought something was. 

Over time his infatuation grew deeper and stronger and with that came the depravity. The desperation to be near you became almost unbearable. 

To touch you.

To feel you.

He could go on and on but the truth is he has become obsessed with everything you did and the sad part?

You’re not even his. He’s ‘dating’ your step-daughter. He doesn't care about her. To him, she was disposable. The only really he's still here is because she's the only way to get to you. And you?

You have a… husband. A shitty one but you have one, nonetheless. He didn’t matter. The guy was a disposable piece of shit who did not deserve you.

Like his daughter.

Jungkook knew from the moment she introduced him to you that your husband does not deserve your kind soul. Your husband doesn’t deserve your love. 

To fuck you. 

Make love to you. 

He doesn’t fucking deserve you.

From the outside looking in, your husband doesn't seem to be treating you right and based on what he has heard from Yoonji. And if he’s being honest, Jungkook thinks he’s cheating too BUT that’s a discussion for another time. He notices the way you cringe away from that… filth . 

Did his touch feel tainted to you as well? Did it feel foreign? Or do you hate it as much as he hates him touching you?

Before meeting you, Jungkook had no idea what people meant when they said they were fated to meet someone. 

You weren’t the woman of his dreams or anything but there was the certain pull he had toward you. Your kindness, your unfiltered loving nature.

Jungkook doesn’t want you to give that love away.

You shouldn’t because that should belong to him. Right? 

If your husband knew the true reason why he was hanging around so much there would be so many issues. 

Good thing he doesn’t.

He tried to fight his ever growing feelings but it all came to a head the moment he stopped fighting his feelings. He saw you in a distinctive light because you were no longer just Yoonji’s stepmother. You were you. A woman he knew he would do anything and everything for. 

It’s another reason why he’s in your room kneeling by your marital bed without a care in the world. 

If anyone were to see him here in this moment, they would swear he had floating hearts swarming around his head as he gaze lovingly at your exhausted figure. 

Jungkook caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand and trails his fingers toward your dainty lips (which are currently in a pout). 

He goes soft in the way you subconsciously snuggle into his hand. 

He grins fondly.

He wants nothing more but to kiss you breathless. Show you how much better he is than that man. 

But alas…

All he can do is admire. 

Admire how beautiful you look dreaming away and currently unaware of how he’s eagerly admiring everything that is you in front of him. Your body, your face- nothing goes unnoticed.

It’s when he yanks the cover down, he groans. Almost a little too loud. 

Your body shudders from the sudden chill that runs through your body as you instinctively turn from laying on your side to your stomach. 

It’s then the clothes you're wearing catch his attention.

It’s not your usual sleepwear (he knows because he’s seen you walking around in clothes that are much tighter and scandalous )but Jungkook can appreciate it all the same. 

Ironically, you have a sleeping panda on your shirt with the words ‘ don’t bother me ’ stitched above it. A tiny crop top shirt you made into an off-the-shoulder shirt.  

The new position also gives him a very nice view of your ass. The gray booty shorts are riding up your ass because you move so much in your sleep. 

It also gives him a view of the pretty lotus flower on the back of your thigh that he’s come to love. The words ‘Always a lover, Never a fighter ’ are in cursive underneath it. 

He was amazed when you told him how and why you got it. The contrast of colors looks so pretty on your skin.

He runs his finger over it only to see your leg jerk in response. You’re so damn sensitive and loves it though, he knows he has to be careful. 

The last thing he wants is to wake you up. At least, not yet.

The more he watches you, the more his mouth waters. 

He wants to taste you but that would have to wait until your husband isn’t present. 

He probably wouldn’t be allowed in the house ever again if the two of you were caught and that’s something he doesn’t want to happen. 

Right now? 

Patience is a virtue.

Jungkook settles for your step-daughter for now. Despite the differences, he knows that if he holds out long enough, he will have his chance. He’ll make sure of it.

It doesn’t help that when he’s fucking her, he’s thinking of you. 

Your beautiful body. She doesn’t have breasts like yours. Your full lips. Your incredibly long, worshipable legs. Everything about you is to be worshiped like the Queen… the Goddess you are. 

He could go on and on about how he would take you apart piece by piece. He would make you feel and love him. He would make you want him. 

It will all happen in due time. 

For now, he’ll sit and wait for his chance to unravel everything. 

Just then Jungkook the moment the bed creaks under your husband's weight.

One opportunity occurs when your husband heads downstairs to get water.

He knows he should be in the guest room where you and Yoonji left him and he knows there’s no excuse for him to be in here but he couldn’t miss the chance to be next to you.

He gently moves you so you’re laid on your side and facing him. He climbs into your side of the bed, coming face to face as your breath tickles his neck. 

Looking at your face, you deserve so much better. You deserve him.

…And he’s prepared to give you all of him. He wants you to know that he’s right here and he’s not going anywhere. He would never do that to you. 

He shifts your leg over his hip and buries his face into your chest as his heart races at the thought of getting caught. Inhaling your natural scent mixed with the perfume you’re wearing, burning it into his memory.

As soon as he hears your husband is back, he shrinks into himself so he doesn’t get caught. Vibrating with the excitement of you being so close, he tries his best to hold still.

All he wants to do, however, is kiss you breathless. Caress your body like it deserves to be worshiped. 

Your body is so. fucking. warm. He can still lay with you like this all the time, watching you rest peacefully in his arms is a treat in itself. 

You look so stunning under the moonlight, he could have kissed you right then and there if every time he moved the bed didn’t squeak. 

He goes to kiss the top of your breast as the door creaks from your husband trying to quietly shut the door (albeit poorly).

Jungkook hopes he rolls over, falls back asleep and ignores the very visible lump next to his wife but instead, he feels a hand (that clearly isn’t yours or his) jerk you so your back is laid against your husband's chest. 

He even had the audacity to wrap his arm around your waist.

‘Fucking Dumb Ass…’ Jungkook grunts, hand twitching to peel his slimy hands off of you. Your hu- no, that filth doesn’t deserve to hold you. 

He doesn’t know if your husband has fallen asleep or not but he’s missing your warmth. 

Maybe if he knocks him out, it’ll get him to leave the two of you alone. 

(Just a thought). Jungkook shakes his head though the thought still lingers. 

Trust, if he could do it and get away with it, he would. 

He doesn’t want to rouse the man so he waits in hopes to hear his snoring soon.

Growing impatient the more he has to wait because this could be his only chance to get to touch you like he wants to. And… this ass hole is ruining it. 

It’s like he knows.

Maybe he does.

After waiting for damn near fifteen minutes, Jungkook takes another ten minutes to ensure dumb ass is asleep. 

He tears you away from your husband, wanting to push him completely off the bed but that would, more than likely, startle him awake. 

Instead, he replaces your husband’s arm with his own though he realizes he can’t move as much as he would like. As long as he can move his hand and arm, he’s fine. 

He starts to reach inside your shorts only to realize you're not wearing underwear. 

He entertains the thought of you knowing he was coming to bed with you and that you were readying yourself for him. 

Because you want him too… right?

He starts rubbing circles into your clit, hearing you gasp at the slight coldness of his touch. Your hips buck into his as if you know. Even so, he knows you don't realize it's him touching you. 

For all you know, your body thinks it’s your husband.

Oh, what he would give to be able to fuck you silly.

“Why couldn’t I have found you before you married him?” He ponders the ‘what if’, bypassing the fact that you were older than him. 

It didn’t matter though. He would still love you all the same. 

“I want you so bad I can taste it…” He picks up his pace, listening to you pant out moan after moan. 

You're clueless, unknowing of the boy who’s currently taking advantage of you. 

“So fucking hot…” He gently presses his lips to yours to test and see if you'll respond. 

His body shivers at how soft they were against him. 

He yanks the right side of your shirt down to expose your breast before gently taking your nipple into his mouth. 

You let out a faded whimper. Your mind thinks it’s your husband but in reality…

“So sweet, Noona.”

You blink awake, trying to figure out what's going on. It takes you a minute to realize it. 

As you try to wake up, your mind is in a state of disarray. 

You don’t realize who you’re looking at until you take in his wide eyes and boyish grin. Something is amiss.

You flinch but he’s quick to shush you with a kiss. The metal in his lip is cold against yours and for a second you fight with the idea of fighting him off of you. 

Remember he’s stronger than you are.

And the fact that you’re sure you would wake him up if you keep moving so much.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You grit through your teeth but he’s quick to place his hand over your mouth.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

“Wha-”

“I promise I won’t. Please don’t be scared, Noona.” 

He’s hesitant to lean into you but when you stop fighting, he starts to nuzzle his nose against your jaw. 

“I just want to lay with you.”

He can sense the panic written all over your face and the fact that your husband is behind you, doesn’t help either.

“W-Why?” You ask, head tilting as you’re completely bewildered at this. 

You don’t remember him ever showing you interest and even if he did. He’s dating Yoonji and you’re fucking married.

“Jun-”

“It’s you.” You wither at his answer, unsure of what he means. 

“Why?” You speak so softly, you’re unsure if Jungkook heard you.

Jungkook, on the other hand, shakes his head and you know he’s not going to tell you what you want to know.

At least, not right now. (Even if he’s elated at the turn of events) because to have a taste of you would be the sweetest treat anyone can grant him.  

He leans closer to peck you on the lips again before smiling wider. 

“We can save that talk for another time though. You were close to cumming, no?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why? I wanna make you feel good. Please let me! I know he’s not taking care of you.” Your breath hitches the moment you feel his lips against your pulse point, a chill running straight through your spine. 

“Fuck-” You gasp, feeling his hand move over your stomach and down to the band of your shorts. He smiles at your resistance but he knows you won’t last much longer. “Jungkook… Wait.”

“Please don’t make me. I want you so fucking bad.”

“But what about-”

Jungkook moves away from you as if your words scorched the air around you. It’s only when you bring your hand to touch his cheek that you feel his jaw clench and unclench.

“He doesn’t matter. I can make you feel so much better.”

“Jungkook. You have to realize how ridiculous this is? You’re dating my daughter.”

“And?”

“What-”

As you glare into his eyes, you realize you should have seen this coming. 

The little touches when your husband wasn’t looking. 

How he’d hold you by your waist when you were alone (which was rare). 

The kiss your cheek (something you’re sure someone wouldn’t do unless they felt something for said person). 

The little remarks he made about how he would treat you if you were his. How he would love you, please you. 

You chose to ignore all of this, thinking it was an innocent crush. He wouldn’t dare do anything.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You weren’t going to lie, Jungkook was a handsome young man but that’s what he was. A young man. You felt wrong. As if you were taking advantage of him but that’s not the case. Right?

“He doesn’t touch you like this anymore. Does he?”

You clasp your lips together to contain the whine threatening to release, knowing you can’t move around too much if you don’t want to alert your husband to what's going on. 

Eyes closed, you take a deep breath. 

Not wanting to think about much of anything as he toys with you by playing with the hem of your shorts. 

He wants to dip his fingers inside. Your pussy was so warm as he felt you getting wetter the more he played with your clit. 

He can’t wait to fill you the way you deserve, your pretty walls stretching around his cock like it should. 

He hums, pulling your leg over his hip again. He’s loving this. 

Your eyes well up with unshed tears and your irritation running rampant because what the fuck? Why were you on the verge of crying? 

You don’t have to cheat but God, your body is screaming for you to let him take care of you like he wants to.

“You cry, Noona. I just wanna take care of you,” He mutters, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe the strays away. “I want to take care of you. I want you.” He bites his bottom lip before pulling you closer by your chin. “I know you want me too.”

“Jungkook…”

“Please?”

Fuck! Why did he look so damn fine begging for it?

You take a soft breath to calm your nerves as the weight of his words hit you. It makes you feel sick to your stomach. 

“Jungkook. We can’t. You know we can’t… What about Yoonji?”

“Yoonji…” Jungkook scoffs the moment you frown, heart slamming against your chest as you want to know what the hell is going through his brain. You want to know what he’s thinking and why he’s being so damn bold all of a sudden. 

When you search his face for a crack in his facade, you don’t find one. 

“What about her?”

“She’s your girlfriend. You should be with her. N-”

“I can’t even think about being with her when you exist.” 

He presses his lips to yours again as your brain is processing what's currently happening. 

More like short circuiting.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings

Your only awareness is the sensation of his lips against yours. You know you shouldn't kiss him back.

You should technically shove him off the bed but...

They feel so good against your own. He feels good. That you can't even deny your body the love it deserves.

A small spark grows the more you indulge in this fantasy. 

While you know it's definitely not right, the fact that he’s expressed how much he wants you makes you feel something you shouldn’t.

“Jungkook…”

“Don’t fight it.”

He gazes into your eyes, enchanted with the way you hold back the whine within your throat. 

He wants to satisfy you but also obey your every word. 

He was willing to wait for the right time, wanting to make your first time with him special. 

A simple date or two. 

Getting you alone in his place or here in your home. 

Telling you everything you want to hear and more and getting you to dump your loser husband.

The more he saw you with him, the more he grew impatient. 

“You make this so hard for me,” He whispers against your lips, brushing away your tears before grasping your hand and bringing it down to his hardening cock. It’s straining against his sweats, begging to be let free. “In more ways than one.”

“J-”

“You do this to me, Noona. I can’t even fuck her without thinking about being buried in you. It's hard not to scream your name while I’m cumming in her.” 

He ruts against your hand but you haven’t moved away either and you don’t even know why. 

And why were you getting so turned on by this? 

You’re supposed to be the adult here. 

You’re supposed to be the one to push him away, tell him no. 

Tell him how wrong this is. How fucked up it would be if either Yoonji or your husband found out.

B U T…

The thought of being touched by him and touching him was slowly clouding your judgment. 

It’s not as if you didn’t find him attractive. The moment he walked through the front door you found yourself eyeing him but you didn’t think he saw you. 

And at the end of the day, he was Yoonji’s boyfriend and you weren’t about to break up someone else's relationship. 

Even if you wanted a good fuck. 

You don’t even remember the last time you came while fucking your husband. He was losing his touch and well, you’ve been craving scratch that itch and you knew Jungkook was willing to give your body what it needed.

When Jungkook's hand travels underneath your shirt, his fingers caress your underbust and your brain completely malfunctions.

Your husband and Yoonji are long gone as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it. 

“I can make you feel so good, Noona. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispers his promises against your lips before pressing his lips against yours again. “I can make you cum so good.”

Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t felt wanted in a while, especially by your husband in a very long time that made you want to give it. 

Or maybe it was the fact that you had this man in your bed claiming you were the one for him and that he didn’t need anyone else. 

You don’t know what it was that had you giving into his advances, you only knew that your resolve was breaking. 

And the crazy part? 

You should feel… something? Right? 

Anger. Remorse. Guilt at the fact you would be blatantly cheating on your husband while you’re lying in bed with him but right now, you feel nothing. 

And you don’t know if you would ever feel anything about it. 

Once you’re actively thinking about it you realize that maybe you have fallen out of love. But were you even in love in the first place?

Your husband barely looks at you anymore. 

You’ve tried everything you could think of to get that spark back but nothing has worked. 

You came to the conclusion that he wasn’t physically attracted to you anymore but understanding that fact hurts more than you let on. 

“Please let me touch you more, Noona?” It comes off as a question, pleading with you to give in. And you do, nodding as he’s quick to grab your waist to pull you on top of him. He caresses your bare thighs, his eyes twinkling at the sight of you straddling his hips. 

He’s dreamed of this moment and to have it come true, his heart is about to burst from the excitement.

He reaches up to pull you in for another kiss but you stop him with a finger to his lips. 

He groans. 

A little too loud for your liking but you know you have to be cautious. 

You don’t want to wake the grinch.

Though you can’t believe you’re even doing this but you allow yourself to forget. Even if it’s just for a moment. 

You forget the fact that this is your step-daughter’s boyfriend and the fact that they’ve been together for almost a year. 

You forget that you have a husband and that he’s currently present in your bed until-

“Honey?” 

“Y-Yeah? Yes, baby…?” Choking out a response, you get Jungkook to get out of the bed as you watch him blindly reach for you. You’re quicker to reach behind you to grab his hand, hoping he doesn’t wake in his quest to find you. 

“Why’re you awake?”

“Bathroom.” You chuckle, not to give away how nervous you are but he doesn’t seem to notice. He hums, pulling you to turn you around to face him so he can nuzzle his face into your breast.

“Go to sleep.”

“You too.” You clear your throat, feeling the bed dip knowing Jungkook is crawling back into it after you told him not to. You can hear your husband soft snoring, knowing he’s settling into his new position. 

(You were always amazed at how he was able to fall straight asleep).

You peel your body away from him to replace it with a pillow and wait, hoping to God he doesn’t reach over to figure out what the hell the two of you are getting up to. 

With a sigh of relief, he doesn't. 

You can breathe once he stops moving, taking the moment to shoo Jungkook out of the room. Only he doesn’t move.

“You need to go back to the guest room.” You push him toward the door but he still doesn’t budge, holding on to you tighter to prove his point.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

You sigh in frustration, knowing he is telling the truth. Nothing will stop him from having you, he's so close.

“Jungkook.” 

He matches your energy and calling your name the same way but you’re unamused and irritated.

“Go!”

“No!”

You hadn't realized he switched spots, backing you into the bedroom door and squatting to pick you up. He wraps your legs around his waist and squishes you against the door with a loud thud.

You chastise him, harshly whispering for him to put you down but he doesn’t listen. 

Instead, he’s quick to open the do and carry you kicking and screaming out of the room. 

Not literally, of course. Although you realize that you've played right into his hands. 

You can feel the tension between the two of you as you bury your face into his neck. 

He knows you need some type of relief from the teasing he subjected you to earlier and he’s going to give it to you. His patience has run thin and so has yours.

Besides, you could do without your husband's mediocre performance.

“Jungkook…” You glance down but a heavy noise startles the both of you out of your reverie. He looks to see the light shining from Yoonji’s door. 

Of course, she would be awake. It’s like they’re doing everything in their power to make sure he doesn’t get his way. 

“Ju-” He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you to hide in the bathroom as he tells you once he closes the door to make your way to the guest room. As you nod, you wonder if it really is worth the trouble but you are sopping wet and you need relief. 

Even if it's self-help.

Jungkook is growing impatient as he watches Yoonji from the door. He watches her move about in her room, making a mental note to give her something to help her sleep next time. He cracks the door enough for him to hear you walk by before getting to work to get her to go to bed.

You know you shouldn’t be listening but you can hear the desperation in her voice when she whines for him to stay. 

She even begs him to kiss her and for a second, you feel awful for what you’re literally about to do. 

You stop in your tracks, pausing at the guest bedroom as you contemplate going back to your bedroom and just masturbating. Sighing your resolve, you turn to head back only to run right into Jungkook.

“Are you okay?” It literally took him close to ten minutes to get her to stop complaining. What happened within that time frame? “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Um-”

“What?” Jungkook panics, frantically reaching for your wrist to grasp. “Stay. Please stay, Noona. C’mon”

He’s quick to pull you toward the guest room and shut the door, spin around to pick you up before laying you down on the bed. 

His hands caress everywhere he can as he worships your body. Particularly your thighs. He wouldn’t mind his head being crushed by them while he’s eating you out. 

And your legs… 

God, what he wouldn’t do to keep them wrapped tight along his waist. 

“You can’t leave. We were just getting started. Can I?”

Despite your protests, he’s already yanked your shorts down your legs and started climbing between them with a groan. 

He can’t wait to taste you but that will have to wait for another time.  

You on your back and spread out like a full-course meal, his brain turns to mush instantly. 

“Noona…” He mewls the instant he sinks into your warmth, nails digging into the bed as your walls tighten around his cock. God, why are you so damn tight? “So sweet. So perfect for me,” He whines. 

Moments after he bottoms out, you moan, biting against your knuckle to remain silent. The last thing you need is for them to figure out where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re doing it with. 

Jungkook, however, holds onto you for dear life as he can feel you squeeze his cock, knowing if he moves…

He’s going to cum and he doesn’t want to do that. Not yet.

He wonders if you can feel the difference between him and your husband. Is he bigger? Thicker? Longer? He wants to know but he doesn’t want to seem insecure. (In which, he’s not. He just wants the validation).

“Fuck me...” 

Instantly, Jungkook begins to curse when you run your fingers through his hair as he meets your gaze. 

You can see the lust coursing through his eyes, knowing that this gaze was for you. 

He wanted you. And right here at this moment, he has you. 

“If I had known you’d feel this amazing I would have fucked you sooner. So fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You wanna move, baby boy? We don’t have much time.” Jungkook groans at the nickname as you glance toward the door worried one of them might waltz right in. 

You don’t feel like explaining why you’re tangled up with him and you definitely don't feel like getting yourself off. 

Call it selfish. 

You don’t care because right now you’re focused on the now and that’s cumming your brains out. 

“L-Let me savor this,” he complains but you know you don't have the time. 

As he grasps the sheets around your head to ground himself, you roll your hips back into his. He wasn’t ready for you to take charge though he can’t deny that he likes it. In the end, he subconsciously goes with the rhythm. 

“You can do that another time. C’mon.” You shove against his chest as Jungkook’s heart leaps against his chest at the thought of there being a next time. “Make me feel good, baby.”

“O-Okay.” 

Jungkook starts off slow, watching as his cock enters in and then out. His brain breaks into a frenzy as after a few minutes, his soft thrusts turn into harsh pounding. It’s almost unnatural with how his hips move.

“Slow down, baby…” 

Jungkook whines his distaste. However, from the way your nose is scrunched, he knows you’re not feeling as good as he knows he can make you feel. 

You look as if you were in more pain than pleasure.

And we can’t have that, now can we?

He reaches down to stroke your clit, seeing you squirm in his hold. The way you moan his name is one of the sexiest things he’s heard. 

Not even Yoonji can compare. 

He wonders if you’ll let him record them for later.

“D-Does it feel good, now?” He’s apologetic but nervous to ask because well, he doesn’t want to disappoint on his first time. 

“Angle your hips.”

He does as he’s told, holding onto your waist as he rocks harder. Going deeper than before. It makes you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands when he hits that spot that makes your toes curl. 

A soft mewl releases as he starts to fuck you good.

“You’re so big.” 

Jungkook’s hips stutter at the praise and only takes you seconds to realize the power your praises hold over him. 

You bite your lip as you hold his gaze, finger underneath his chin. 

For the life of him, he doesn’t know when the power dynamic changed but he’s so turned on, he doesn’t care. 

He fucking loves it. 

It’s so different from the sex that he has with Yoonji but it doesn’t change how he feels. If anything, it enhances it.

“Noona…” He tries to bury his face into your neck as you grip him by his hair to yank him back. “Fuck!”

“You like that?” You ask, pussy squeezing his cock as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Hm?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Shhh.” You smirk at his desperation. “Quiet now. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“N-No. Oh, f-”

You stick your fingers in his mouth to feel him sucking on them, listening to him whimper in pleasure. 

As much as you want to continue, you know if you go too long your husband will get suspicious and there’s no doubt Yoonji will be looking for him once she wakes again. 

Plus if anyone were to walk by, they would think Jungkook was masturbating or something. They wouldn’t know that it was with you but wouldn’t that would be the surprise of the century.

“So good, baby. Fucking good…” He whines, pressing his lips to your neck as he continues to fuck you harder. 

“Yeah?”

“Y-Yes. I want you all the time, Noona.”

“Mmm, that sounds like a treat.” You moan, head falling back as you rock your hips up for him to go deeper. “That’s it, baby.” You chuckle, your walls giving him a soft squeeze. He whines at the feeling, begging you to let him cum as he grips the sheets next to your head. His eyes closed, panting in an almost feverishly feral way. “Tell me… How long have you been wanting me?”

“Since she first introduced me to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you, Noona.”

Jungkook's hips grow sloppier as time goes on and with the way you’re pushing back, he knows he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, massaging your belly. He wants to knock you up so bad but… He knows he can’t, not until your stupid husband is out of the picture but just thinking about you walking around, pregnant with his child. Turns him on… 

so. 

fucking. 

Much.

“You’re so good for Noona, baby. You’re doing so well. Feels so good.” You grip Jungkook’s chin to stare him right in the eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”

It’s the lust filled fire that takes over your eyes, the way your pussy grips his cock and the way whisper some of the dirtiest shit he’s ever heard into his ear with that low, seductive voice of yours. 

To be honest, you don't even have to try. 

You don’t know what you do to him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook stops before he can, “No. No… Wait…” 

Jungkook’s firm in his answer, hooking his arms underneath your legs to bend them back further. He leans over your body, leaving you face to face as he grinds into you. 

You softly gasp, feeling him go deeper than he was before. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Jungkook groans when your nails drag down his back. 

No doubt leaving red streaks in its wake. 

“Mark me, Noona.” Jungkook whines, “Let everyone know I’m yours.” 

He’s panting against your neck as he tries to hold on for much longer once you start to squeeze his dick harder. 

“I wanna make you cum first.”

“You think you deserve to make me cum?”  You’re even sassier than before and he fucking loves it. 

“I do. P-Please let me! I can show you, Noona.”

In a fit of giggles, you stroke your thumb against his lips and in return, he sucks it into his mouth. The sensation is incredibly hot and Jungkook can feel his cock throb at the feeling. 

“Ride me.” He says, blushing at the thought of watching in a very intimate state. “I-I can make you cum faster.” 

You push Jungkook onto his back, allowing him to pull you into his lap.

To him, the view is unimaginable. The way you breast hangs out of your top to the way your pussy sucks him right in as you lower yourself onto it. You toss your head back with a groan, hands stationed on his chest as his hands travel from your thighs to your ass.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“G-God you feels so fucking deep, baby.”

He holds his hand out to intertwine with yours and when you accept it, it makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine. Making love to you instead of a quick fuck that he just so happened to initiate.

“Use me.” 

You smirk, moving your hips with a newfound purpose. You want to give him what he wants. 

“Is that what you want?”

“Fucking yes! Please!” At this point, you’re sure the both of you can be heard but Jungkook seems to not care. It’s only when you hear a couple of timid knocks against the door that your eyes grow wide. 

You’re quick to place your hand over Jungkook’s mouth as he mirrors your expression. You can feel his heart drumming against his chest, whimpering when you try to get comfortable.

“Jungkook?” 

Of course, it’s Yoonji. You roll your eyes before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Answer her.”

“Yes?”

“Are you awake?”

“I-um…” Jungkook had planned to play as if he was asleep but you forced him to answer. “I was falling asleep, actually.”

“Can I come in?”

You snarl, “Did you lock the door?”

“I t-think so.” Jungkook can’t remember. “I don’t remember. I’m so sorry.”

Usually, you would find him being shy so fucking adorable but right now, you can feel your orgasm simmering in the pit of your stomach and all you want to do is cum but you also want to strangle him too. 

The doorknob rattle and both of you release the breath you were holding.

“Fuck me.” You mouth to him as he widens his eyes. 

You're glad he understands quickly. You can’t help but love how desperate he is as he rocks his hips into you. God, he's so desperate for you. 

“If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” You say in his ear and he’s quick to nod. He can feel you as you swivel your hips and lean in to whisper, “If you’re quiet enough she’ll go away.”

Jungkook holds you tight by the waist, his nails digging into your bare skin. Your pussy feels warm and wet. His cock fits perfectly inside and he doesn’t want to move. 

You snap your fingers next to his ear as he blinks, coming back to his reality. 

“Focus,” You grunt, going back to rolling your hips again. You set the pace for him to get the both of you off quicker. He even helps by licking his finger and playing with your clit.

You moan a little too loud but catch yourself before it gets louder.

You don’t know if your step daughter is still standing outside and waiting. All you know is your body feels like it’s on fire and you’re so close. 

So, so close.

And by the way Jungkook’s cock is twitching, he’s ready too. With the shuffling of feet indicating that she’s gone back to her room, you keep riding him as he bites down on the blanket on the bed to control his moans. 

Anything to take his mind off of what is going to come next.

“I’m about to cum… “ He warns and all it takes is more praise, a weak clench of your walls, and a hand full of breasts to get him to fall over the edge. 

“Did you-”

Jungkook groans, “I-I didn’t mean to! You feel so… I- fuck… I’m sorry.” His chest heaves, glancing at you like a puppy who's been kicked. Puppy eyes on a hundred, he goes to grab your hand to hold but you shake him off to get up. “Just let me-”

“It’s alright, Jungkook.”

“But…” He pouts, “Y-You haven’t cum.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” You lean over to kiss the corner of his lips but he soon turns his head to capture yours. The kiss is softer than it should be for the situation you’ve found yourself in and when you pull away, he frowns. You chuckle at his attitude. “Get some rest. I need to get back before he wakes up.”

“Please Noona? Let me finish you off. I promise I can. I ju-”

“Maybe next time.” Those are the last words you say before you get dressed and try to sneak back to your room.

As Jungkook lies back against the pillows, his brain goes into overdrive. He wonders when the next time will be. 

“I’ll be ready next time.” Jungkook smiles as his thoughts swirl in a dream world. 

Next time can’t come fast enough.

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How to show abusers Helluva Boss vs Hazbin Hotel vs Rick and Morty

So, I've been meaning to make this post for a while, but an anon said they'd like to see the post, so I was finally motivated to make it!

Ok first up, let's do Helluva Boss, I was wondering wheter to use Stolas or Stella for this one, since both of them are horrible portrayals of abusers, but there is a similar portrayal on how Stolas is portrated with Hazbin Hotel, so I chose to use Stella.

Yep. This is an actual line from the show. Depth? What's that!? Stella is just made to be a Saturday one-dimensional cereal box villain. Who only exists so people can feel bad for poor Stolas. The thing is she had potential to be an interesting and complex character but nope! She just exists to make you feel bad for the poor baby Stolas ohhhh noooo she's mean. They acts like this isn't hell and even is supposed to be nice.

Hazbin Hotel

So Lucifer is Charlie's dad, and this image is the best way I can describe his portrayal. He was emotionally neglectful of Charlie's (Fuck you to anyone who says neglecting isn't abuse it's a form of abuse) and he does not get held accountable. He doesn't even apologize for neglecting his daughter for years on end. He also makes it very clear that he does not support her dream in the slightest and allows angels to kill his own people because he considers then beyond saving, and he does this despite knowing that his daughter hates it. All he does is say "Oh wait I support your dream now" then he gets portrayed as some amazing person. He clearly still sees Charlie as a child he literally says "I'll shelter and adore you more than anything" while hugging her. And he only called her when he was bored. He didnt even improve after his shitty half-assed rushed "redemption" being dismissive after she was feeling extremely upset about the amount of casualties in a war instead of trying to understand her. What an amazing father.

Rick and Morty

Rick Sanchez is a really amazing portrayal in my opinion. The gif I'm showing above shows his trauma with someone named Rick Prime. Showing that abusers are normally the way they are due to something horrible happening to them in their past, and while it makes a lot of what he did make sense, he's still held accountable because he's still a VERY horrible person. He constantly emotionally abused his grandson (Morty) there were even times where the abuse got physically (4 times if I'm correct) and has done awful things to keep him codependent. He's very codependent on Morty and relies on him for various things, like keeping him emotionally stable when thats a ridiculous and unfair thing to depend on someone for, especially your 14 year old grandson. But Rick isnt shown as being in the right for this and is called out mainly by Morty and some of the other family members when he's being a piece of shit. But he's shown to feel guilt for the shitty things he done at times and hates himself because of it. He's also shown mutiple times that he does truly lover and care about Morty mutiple times throughout the series, being very protective over him and even willing to die for him on one occasion. It still shows him as being human without glorifying him or demonizing him. Like it or not, abusers are still people. They aren't good people, but they are people nonetheless. And I love how Rick and Morty shows that. They have 2 neglectful parents here but I'm only covering one abuser per show so maybe I'll cover them in another post.

[strongheartneteyam]

Get your shit together so I can love you.

Pairing: human!jake sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, so angsty, established relationship, MIGHT BE TRIGGERING for some audiences, disabled person feeling insecure about their body, fluff, crying, yelling, cursing, sexual language, hurt, comfort, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, foreplay, mentions of fingering, jake touching reader's pussy. Please, tell me if I'm missing something 🥲

Author's note: This AU is set on 2009. Jake is just a regular 24 year old former marine who ended up losing the movement of his legs permanently after an unfortunate accident that happened while he was fighting for his country, amidst a terrible, unforgiving war. The reader is a 21 year old regular human girl. There is no sci-fi or aliens involved. I totally understand if it's not your cup of tea as it's almost not canon at all to the Avatar Universe. I guess I just kept most stuff canon to Jake as a character. As I said, it's an AU. Just call me Miss Marvel and call this a version of Jake that exists somewhere in the wide multiverse 😂 guys I'm way too sleepy and exhausted that I'm starting to sound a bit drunk... gonna shut my piehole up now. I hope you guys like it. ✨ I need to sleep ughhh ✨

Not proofread. Sorry, my babies, momma is always too tired n running low on time.

❃

I tapped on your window on your darkest night

The shape of you was jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself

But do you know you're demolishing me?

And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

Renegade (Big Red Machine feat Taylor Swift)

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You walked to your boyfriend's house, watching the starry dark sky above. It was a full moon night, its pale light bathing your skin as you thought about how you missed Jake. You had just gotten back from a family trip yesterday and hadn't had time to go over to Jake's house to see him yet. You were so anxious to see his face again that you didn't even bother to call him to let him know you were about to come over.

When you got there, as soon as you opened the door with the copy of the keys Jake had given to you, you saw a miserable looking man sitting on a wheelchair, staring at the wall, eating a burger and fries and drinking beer. You swore to God one day you'd slap his hand and tell him to eat healthier. He ate junk food and drank way too much. His face was grumpy and a little sad at the same time. But it was your Jake. It didn't matter to you that he always looked like he was done with everything, he was so freaking handsome and charming, so, you could get past his moodiness. At the end of the day, you loved him so very deeply it made you feel like there was not enough space for so much love inside your body.

"Hey, babyyy!" You say, locking the door behind you "Sorry for not calling before coming over. I'm gonna stay the night, okay? I missed you so much..." You walked towards Jake and kissed his warm cheek, leaving the keys on a piece of furniture nearby

"Hi, baby. I missed you like crazy. I'm so glad my girlfriend is back here with me." He smiled at you. That was the first time he smiled, in a truly happy way, that night. You were the light of his life, he always felt better when you were around. He had missed you like a mad man, especially at night, when he looked at pictures of you/the both of you together on his black laptop. "And I gave you the keys for a reason. No need to say sorry. It's not like I go out on Wednesday evenings anyway.. Or any night of the week" He laughed in sarcasm. "I'm always here at this time." You laughed a bit and he took another bite of his burger

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, ok? Be right back" you said loudly as you walked to the bathroom

The day you and Jake had decided to be in a serious relationship, after you let the words "I love you" slip off of your mouth, by accident (you didn't even know if he crushed back on you, let alone reciprocating your feelings), Jake was so insecure, thinking you were just playing him, that it took him one week after that happened to finally say "I love you" back. You were getting sadder and more impatient as time passed. When he finally did, it was through texting. When you saw the message in your cellphone screen, your heart raced like a wild horse in a big forest.

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Later that night, you and Jake were cuddling, half sitting, half laying on the couch. Jake watched a movie on the television as you tried to read a book. But your attention span was equal to zero. You felt your boyfriend's warmth beneath your body, so comforting, so inviting. You wanted him so bad. You two had been together for almost one year and no sex had ever happened. You were starting to think that maybe he didn't find you that attractive, after all. That thought was like a rusted knife digging into your heart.

You closed your book since you couldn't go past the same sentence you were reading and re-reading all over again, too many times.

You moved your body from where it was and sat on top of Jake's legs, straddling his lap, taking him by surprise. He looked at you wondering why you suddenly gave up on your book if you had been bugging him for months about how bad you wanted to read it, but, you preferred reading a physical copy, as you told him, so he bought a copy for you that he found on sale just so you could stop talking to him about the same thing over and over. But he was actually just kidding, inside his own mind. He bought it for you because he knew you were gonna get really excited, just like a little child, and thank him by showering him with kisses. He loved being kissed by his pretty girlfriend.

"The book wasn't interesting enough, babe? Weren't you dying to read it?" He chuckled and then smiled, placing his big, warm hands on your thighs, making the small, thin hairs of that part of your body stand on end

"I just can't concentrate right now. That's all..."

"Is everything alright?" He noticed the angst in your expression

"Jake... We've been together for almost one year now, and... we haven't had sex yet. Don't you... don't you feel the need to do it with me? Do you still feel attracted to me? Why do you never try to initiate anything other than kisses and caresses? You've never even tried to touch my boobs... and you told me you loved them, over texting"

"Wait, slow down a bit" Jake asked of you and you stopped to breathe a little "Of course I feel attracted to you." He put a small lock of your hair behind your ear, so he could see your beautiful face better "I want you so bad... so fucking bad, you got no idea, girl. You drive me insane, my girl. I can't resist you when you're sitting on my lap like this" He caressed your face softly, light blue eyes staring at your own

"Then don't. Don't resist me. You don't have to. You just have to let me kiss you and touch you and show you how wet you make me, without even doing anything crazy, just by touching my skin like this and letting me sit on your lap."

"Baby, I...I can't" Jake looked down, sadness clouding his beautiful face. You hated to see your boyfriend like that. Why didn't he realize he didn't need to be so insecure? You loved him, all of him. No matter how badly he always talked about his legs or the fact that he couldn't do even basic day to day activities easily, because of his disability, you didn't care. You loved him. Freaking loved him to death.

"Why not?!" You were desperate for an explanation

"I could never be all you need. I wish I could but that's wishful thinking. Don't fool yourself, (y/n)."

Your eyes got filled with tears and you felt a lump forming in your throat. It was like your chest was sore, bruised from his harsh words.

"You are all that I want! All that I need, Jake! Why can't-"

"Don't make it harder than it already is, (y/n)!" The blonde guy interrupted you, his words colder than ice, burning your skin, already so sensitive from from taking all the hurt Jake was causing you by not letting you just simply love him right, be his girlfriend... "Get off me, please." So freezing cold...

You were a crying mess already, so, you felt so weak you just obeyed him and stood up, leaving him free from your body. Jake transferred himself from the couch to his wheelchair as fast as he could. He then started wheeling himself away from where you were

"Please...Please!" You say, chasing your crazy boyfriend like an idiot, while he moves his wheelchair fast towards his small room "stop being so insecure and just lemme love you." Jake stops, his freckled pale arms turning the wheels around so he could look at you

"Why do you insist on being tied down to a cripple?! Don't you get it?! You are so, so damn beautiful, (y/n). Your smile, your hair, your body... Jesus, your fucking body... You're so hot. You deserve... a man who can give you all that a relationship can offer. I can't be that man. I will never be him. I'm sorry you don't get it, but it's time for you to move on!!!" He yelled. You've never seen Jake so angry. His face was red, his eyes were gleaming, tears starting to roll down his face. He felt like his heart was breaking in a billion little pieces. He'd rather go through war, become traumatized and then have his spine injured all over again, because, honestly, it would hurt him less than what he was doing to you right now. But he knew he had to do it. "I love my (y/n) so much, I always will. But she should be happy, free from me." He thought

"Stop running away from me, Jacob Sully!" You ordered, as soon as you catch up to Jake, getting inside his room, your breath heavier than normal "I'm warning you, I will take you in my arms, no matter if you say you're too heavy, and I will lay you on this bed, against your will, if that's what I need to do so you will stop pushing me away! And don't ever call yourself a "cripple" again! I swear to God, you're testing me tonight! I won't let you speak like that about yourself. Never again! Do you understand me?!" You almost screamed

Jake sighed heavily, in defeat. With both arms, he started to support himself on his wheelchair, moving his body to the bed.

One he was settled there, sitting down with his back against the cushioned bed frame, he spoke: "Baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that... it was wrong. You don't deserve that. Please, forgive me." Looking at you with those eyes he had you on your knees, every single time.

"It's okay..." You looked hurt but your forgave him. You wanted to try and forget that had ever happened.

"I love you... so much."

You gazed at him and felt a need to comfort him

You sat on his bed, beside him and held his hand. After some time, you and Jake were cuddling, you sitting on his lap. He brought his mouth to yours and kissed your lips. You missed his kisses so much that you got wet so easily, just like a virgin would.

Jake grabbed the back of your head with care and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to massage yours. The way he kissed you was leaving your lips slicked with his saliva. You moaned and he held tight on to your waist, heavy breathing, his warm breath colliding with your own, the two of you getting drunk on each other. His lips were crushing against yours and that felt so amazing.

Out of nowhere, he stopped the kiss and when you tried to kiss him again he gently pushed you away, seeming uncomfortable.

"I gotta stop, baby... I can't pleasure you more than this..." he looked defeated

"Of course you can. You have fingers and a mouth, don't you? Then put them to use, baby. Your girl is begging you to pleasure her. Don't you want to help me out a bit?" You started to kiss his neck gently but sloppy. You breathed his scent in. It was so familiar, so comforting to you. He smelled like home. Home, for you, was wherever Jake was, right by your side.

Jake was starting to slowly give in and he let out a breathy moan. You felt happiness creeping in your head, your heart beating faster.

Jake did something that in his mind, was so damn bold. He dared to touch you in a very intimate way - he was as nervous as a teenager having his first sexual experience - moving his hand from the bed sheet until it got to your entrance. Jake's breath faltered as he touched your coated folds gently, his chest tightening while he looked at your face. His light brows furrowing, his demons still trying to convince him that you could not be turned on because of him.

"Sweetheart, you're so soft... just so... so wet." He was getting shaky, aroused as hell, feeling how wet you were for him

He was finally ready to just relax and enjoy the moment, as he touched your coated pussy.

"Wait a bit, will ya?" You ask, getting off his lap, standing on your feet and then stripping down to him. Your clothes were laying on the floor, as you felt a little shy but excited to see his reaction to seeing your naked body for the first time.

"Fuck, my baby. How did I get so lucky? Your body is so fucking perfect...." He put his hand up in the air, towards your own hands and you grabbed it and let him sit you back on his lap.

Jake started to touch your breasts softly, his mouth slightly open, desire scorching his insides. Your skin burned so good beneath his fingers. Then, he placed his big fingers on your slit

"God, this fucking wet pussy..." he was having trouble breathing but he loved the way you messed with his head

"I'm all yours, baby. Please, just let go and make love to me. I need you so bad it hurts me physically." You begged him to put an end to your misery

"Is that what my babygirl really wants?" He murmured, his voice low and sexy, ringing on your ears

"Yes, my love. Please... I'm so wet, Jake... only for you, my baby." You felt his fingers touching your pussy and your body became limp

"I love your pussy, baby. So velvety, warm and juicy. Can't wait to slide my fingers inside of you over and over again until you're all sweaty and whimpering"

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[kai-tus]

we're so far behind lmao

Autism+ As well as being plural, we have AuDHD, maladaptive daydreaming, and sone vague mixture of personality disorders.

Infinite We've heard enough about Autism Speaks to hate it. Looking into it more would only upset us. It's painful knowing just how many allistics don't know why the puzzle piece is bad. Before we learned of it, we saw a particular youtube short where a spray paint artist made a painting dedicated to autistics. It included the puzzle piece. Our mom once made puzzle piece earrings. It's the little pains.

AuDHD Ah yes, our specialty. No, not really, we're actually quite terrible with handling the ADHD. Doing anything in life that isn't related to our interests is hard enough. And then you got people like our parents saying that they're both a part of the same spectrum. No. No they aren't. Not in the slightest.

Music Music is our current therapy. It helps us control our daydreaming. It helps us process our emotions. And sometimes we just simply want auditory stimulation. Music is just very awesome.

Verbose Infodumping. We don't do it often, since we actually get more scatterbrained the more we wanna say. But we absolutely love talking about queer shit. It's just so interesting how diverse one's experiences with one's identity can possibly be. The possibilities are infinite! Just today, actually: We found an aroallo Tumblr community that didn't allow ace or ace-spec people in, so we asked about that and explained our complicated experience with attraction and asked if we were still allowed in. It basically ended with us pointing out that the community uses the green and yellow aroallo flag, which was SPECIFICALLY intended to include ace-spec people, so there literally wasn't a hell of a lot they could say lmfao. The misinformation is WILD with some identities. Oh crap, I'm infodumping right now LMAO.

Individuals Before we learned more about autism, our only knowledge of it came from our brother, who was diagnosed at 3 because he has much more overt traits than we ever had (nevermind the fact that we hated eating anything green for a while when we were littler, even green jello). But this led us to internalize it and push us into a little bit of denial over it. Not a lot, since a week of intense research was able to clear that up (a week is LONG TIME for us, considering the fact that whenever something like this happens, we spend hours researching it, sometimes even entirely abandoning chores and homework until it's over). But we did eventually learn that autism is unique to every individual. Now, our brother and us have more 'typical' traits of autism, but our closest friend has moreso 'atypical' autism. His traits don't really line up a hell of a lot with ours, but we still kinda get each other more than any allistic ever will.

Neuroscope I've never heard this word before now, but it does have a point. Many times have we wandered into a new Discord server, truly enjoyed being there, and then eventually found out that most of the people there are heavily neurodivergent. NOT a coincidence.

Non-speaking We are not non-speaking (even tho we REALLY wanna be but the current state of our life doesn't really permit it yet), but our brother is. Our family keeps trying to encourage him to say words, and every time they do it's like we can literally feel one of our brain cells die. We dislike that they keep trying to get him to talk. He and us once had a perfectly normal conversation completely without words at all. And he can communicate without words. But their motivation is that they wanna understand him to understand how to best help him. I can kinda understand that, but not fully. We don't need to hear him tell us what he needs for us to know what he needs, because we understand him better. Of course, when we try to tell them what he needs, they don't listen. Classic allistic.

Community We've found a lot of solace in neurodivergent spaces ever since we figured out that we're NOT "just lazy". We're still trying to figure out how to function, but it's still very nice to have support and know that we aren't alone :]

TL;DR: Ableist family tries not to be ableist but FAILS miserably; Brain stuff is wacky and complicated; M u s i c; We know way too many pride flags LMAO

[diminuel]

A "small" continuation of Angst thoughts.

I would like to add hurt/comfort is my fave thing lol, so I’m gonna expand a bit more on my first thoughts.

I think during the pregnancy, Crocodile is less resentful to the baby and more resentful towards Dragon. (I know my wording made it sound like he hates the baby, but I don’t actually think that.)

There was just a lot of hurt and complicated emotions going on at that time. I don’t think he could ever truly hate his baby. It was just more hate towards Dragon, for leaving him with this, and not considering what he truly needed.

Crocodile probably just viewed the baby more apathetically. Not wanting to get too attached with how unsure his future looked. He was probably just in this autopilot mode.

I think the birth made him snap out of it a bit, maybe he did want to be a parent, maybe he could work things out with Dragon, but Dragon took his choice out of it. Even if he wanted to try, he couldn’t. So this part of his life was dead to him now.

Marineford was a BIG moment for Crocodile. I think Iva would have put things together quick after Luffy told them who he was. With how close Iva and Dragon are, there’s no way Iva didn’t know about Crocodile and their relationship. But Dragon kept the pregnancy a very close secret. I think partly because of the shame and guilt he feels about how things played out. Maybe he doesn’t want to hear Iva say the things he already knows. So Iva being unaware of Crocodile thinking his baby is dead, but putting the pieces together, probably tried to subtly hint to Crocodile he knows Luffy is his kid.

All of that flies over Crocodile’s head, in his mind his baby is dead. It’s more likely that Dragon knocked someone else up and just had another kid. Maybe Crocodile doesn’t even want to acknowledge the possibility of his baby being alive, ESPECIALLY that baby being alive as Luffy, the kid he tried to kill in Alabasta. To find out Dragon lied to him to think his baby was dead, and was actually Luffy this whole time. AAAAAHHH big shit right there.

I think he eventually puts the pieces together, but probably knows it would be really random to suddenly be all over Luffy. So does his best to protect him and his brother during Marineford. Seeing Luffy so emotionally hurt when Ace dies probably felt like a punch to the gut for Crocodile. I like to think Iva and Crocodile are pretty decent friends. So after everything happens at Marineford maybe they meet up, and have a heart-to-heart. Crocodile drops the bomb that he didn’t know Luffy was his kid or even alive, and that he almost actually killed him. Iva then has a very strongly worded call with Dragon and kicks the shit out of him next time they meet.

I'm not sure Dragon and Crocodile could truly ever rekindle a relationship, but I do think they could get to a less hostile point. It would just take a lot of healing.

Also, sidenote, I think Crocodile finding out how Luffy was raised was just another thing added to the shit list on Dragon. Like Imagine you find out the baby you had wasn't dead, and wasn't even taken care of by the man who told you it was dead. Just tossed to the side to be raised by some bandits in the mountains and by his crazy ass marine grandfather.

;w; (Here's the previous post.)

Yeah, I think it's really difficult for Crocodile to get over the fact that Dragon took the choice away from him. I think Iva would ultimately understand why Dragon did what he did (after some explosive anger of course) since they've known Dragon for so long, but they would still feel with Crocodile. And they'd probably try to bridge the gap between all these people because they get tired of all the moping.

I'm a hopeless person so I think Dragon and Crocodile could eventually make peace with the situation and move forward. I mean the resentment would be on Crocodile's side so he would have to be able to overcome that hurt (and the anger and really, Dragon? Mountain bandits and your crazy ass marine grandfather?! Crocodile has had the misfortune of being sent on Warlord missions with the guy.) Whether Dragon would have held on to whatever love he had for Crocodile or if he stopped caring is another question.

(They definitely have to meet and fight it out. Maybe they could have hate sex about it too I don't know. Sorry. Sending myself to jail. )

[martian-astro10]

My grandmother is so evil, this bitch like 😭😭, I'm even more pissed at my mom, cuz she always goes to help her, why do you keep on helping the woman who ruined your life? What's wrong with you? Leave that old hag to die. I wish she would just fucking die and stop torturing my mom. I hate her so much. She's the example of how a woman is a woman's worst enemy. I hate how kind my mom is, like STOP HELPING PEOPLE. UGHHHH. She's like a vampire, first she sucked off my grandfather's energy, and now is doing the same to my mom. You've always favoured your sons more, so go, ask them for help instead. Bitch. She makes me so angry, the fact that so many mothers treat their daughters the same way as she did my mother makes me so angry. How can you as a woman force your daughter into the disgusting circumstances that you were forced into as a young girl with her own dreams and ambitions. It pisses me off so bad. My mom has an IQ of 153, she got a full scholarship at MIT, Cambridge, but she decided to marry my mom off to this fucking idiot who failed 12th grade, this dumb fucking asshole, I hope he dies too, wherever he is. It hurts so bad, all the things she could've achieved, she wanted to study stem cells, and I know she would've slayed, maybe she would be famous, people would be studying her research papers, all that potential lost and wasted, all because her own mother was a fucking piece of shit who should've never had a child in the first place.

I'm so angry, angry at this world, angry at this stupid fucking society, angry at mothers, angry at women, angry at men, angry at those boy moms who think they're better just because they had a boy, angry at everyone, angry at my mom because she isn't angry enough, angry because that asshole who married my mom got away with no consequences, I'll kill him with my bare hands if I ever see him again, so angry, very angry, this society is so shit. I'm angry because I don't know even know what I'm angry at, where should I direct all this anger, I don't.... I wish I could stop thinking, the more I think the more it hurts. Every time something good happens, i think about my 10th grade friend who was smarter than me but got engaged last year to this stupid dickhead all because her parents wanted her to. She was very good at maths, wanted to study further but can't. Despite being so intelligent. I'm a good student but not extraordinarily good, and yet here I am, studying in a prestigious university, but it makes me feel so guilty, I'm given all these opportunities, I'm afraid of failure, so afraid, afraid that someone out there deserves it more than me. Afraid that I'm not really doing my best. I want to excel in all the things I do, to make up for all the girls my age who are not able to do so. Get good marks so that I can feel like I truly belong here.

[cherriegyuu]

sunday afternoon | mjh

pairing: jun x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 1.4k

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from red (ts)

• Jun ➝ Begin Again But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again ↳ everyday Jun goes to the same café in hopes that one day he’ll get enough courage to ask the cute barista out.

Jun was in deep shit.

It wasn’t anything new, him being in trouble that is. Growing up he was known as the kid who always got in trouble first but he was also the kid who could talk his way out of anything. Truth be told he was never the one who got in trouble, he knew when it was time to stop but his friends didn’t so he always took the fall for them. He did so until he realized that by taking the blame he wasn’t being a good friend he was just being stupid.

But this time around the fault was completely, entirely, truly his. It wasn’t his intention to fall for the cute barista from the café close to his work. This time it was all on him. Jun should have walked away the moment he realized that something was going on, the second he knew that he wasn’t going to the coffee shop just for coffee.

Evidence number one should have been the fact that Jun hated coffee. 

Perhaps hate was too much of a strong word, he thoroughly disliked it - the smell of it was enough to make his insides twist. He still remembers the face you made when he ordered hot chocolate on a very hot summer afternoon, you looked at him like he was insane and in that moment he truly felt like he was. Somehow every day after that he saw himself coming back. He tried to tell himself that he was only going back for the high-quality food and drinks but deep down he knew it wasn’t as simple as that.

The second piece of evidence should have been when you started to call him by his name and when you already knew what his favorite drink was.

The third evidence, and probably the most important one, was when his heart started to tickle inside his chest whenever you smiled at him.

All the other things you could do for other customers, other people who just like him went there every day, but the feeling he got whenever he saw you wasn’t normal. The giggles he felt whenever he looked at you, whenever you smiled at him.

He tried to stay away, tried to go to a different coffee shop but when the other barista came to serve him and he didn’t see you Jun felt like something was missing and he just couldn’t order a drink.

When he went back you didn’t greet him with a smile like you normally would. Instead, there was a frown on your face, like you somehow knew what he had done. And Jun felt guilty. The guilt only grew when you said:

“Are you okay? You didn’t come by yesterday”

But the guilt also turned into something else. It turned into hope. Jun was probably getting ahead of himself, making assumptions before time and way before anything could ever come close to becoming true but he also couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

He felt like a teenager who had just gotten his first crush on a girl, and partially that feeling was right. Jun had a crush. But could it really be a crush when he was twenty-seven and fully aware of what was happening? Probably not.

It took him a lot of courage to ask you out, more so than what he thought that was going to take. It wasn’t like you were intimidating; you were far from anything of sorts. You were kind, your smile being the first thing anyone noticed when they walked in. Even cranky customers would fall for you, smiling at how polite you were despite their rudeness.

All of his courage melted into a puddle at his feet when he heard you talking to a customer.

“I have a boyfriend, sorry”

Jun was too little too late. He had waited far too long. All he had left was anger. Not at you, never at you. Jun was angry at himself for being so scared all the time. It had never been like that before, if he saw a girl that he liked or someone that sparked some interest in him Jun always approached first. He had always been the one to make a move. But with you, he had been terrified that he might get rejected.

He tried to hold it back, his disappointment so when you smiled at him Jun smiled back.

“Do you want to try something different today?”

How could Jun possibly say no to you when your eyes were sparkling like that? The answer was easy: he couldn’t.

“As long as it’s not bitter”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’ll make sure to make something very sweet just for you” you laughed at the sound Jun made “Maybe not that sweet”

Jun swore that he could watch you work for hours without getting bored because you always seemed happy while doing it, happier than he had ever seen anyone working.

“Try this”

You handed him a to-go cup. You knew very well that Jun couldn’t stay for very long on afternoons, that almost as soon as you handed him his coffee he would nearly throw himself out of the door. It always made you wonder how far away his work actually was and why he went through all the trouble of going to the coffee shop on his 15-minute break.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Not telling” you shook your head with a smile

“Tell me tomorrow morning, okay? I’m running late”

You nodded at him despite yourself. You knew that he had to run back to his job but you always found yourself wishing that he could stay longer. Even if the store was filled with customers you always made time for Jun, made sure that he always had your undivided attention. But that day he seemed to be running faster than any other day.

Jun ran out the door before you could say anything but, for a change, you ran after him. That day just five minutes wasn’t enough.

“I’ll be back in a second,” you told Tina.

It was the middle of the afternoon so there weren’t that many customers, except for a few kids that had skipped class again.

Outside, Jun stopped, one hand in his pocket while the other one held the cup of coffee by his fingertips. He had to go back but he just didn’t want to. He felt like an idiot for holding himself back, for feeling like he had just gotten dumped when the truth was that you and he never dated.

Get a hold of yourself.

It was what he needed to do. It wasn’t the end of the world. He could meet someone else, someone who wasn’t in a relationship, someone who also liked him back. There’s a fish in the sea that will love all of your colors, Jun’s mom used to say. Perhaps you just weren’t it for Jun, maybe his fish was still out there somewhere looking for him as well.

“Jun!” he stopped and turned to look at you “Why are you so fast?”

He hadn’t taken more than four steps away from the door before you came rushing out after him.

“What’s wrong? I haven’t tried the coffee yet”

“That’s not it, no” you shook your head and took a deep breath “When are you going to ask me out?”

You don’t know what came over to ask that sort of question to Jun. Ever since high school when your dating life had officially begun, you always waited for boys to approach you. Yes, of course, you always gave them hints of what you wanted but never once you had taken the first step. But when you saw Jun walk away from the store you felt like you had to do something otherwise you would miss something very important and that something was Jun.

From the day he entered your store, from the second you came across his bright eyes you couldn’t see anything - or anyone - else. His ever inviting smile made you smile back at him. He was the first of your customers that made you take a second glance, the first one to consume your thoughts when you weren’t working. Most of the people who went through the café were just people who you would probably never see again but then Jun showed up the next day and the day after that and he kept coming back. You always thought that it was funny how he never ordered coffee, how he always wanted hot chocolate or the drink with the least amount of coffee that you could possibly make.

The first time you heard his laugh was like something changed inside of you. The feelings you had, feelings which you weren’t too sure where they came from or why they even happened in the first place, grew even bigger and so much stronger.

You thought that you had given him enough hints, enough words and smiles to make your intentions towards him clear but they had only been clear to you. For months clients had come in and asked you out, some far more aggressive than others, but your answer had always been the same “I have a boyfriend, sorry”. Those words weren’t true, clearly. You hadn’t had a boyfriend in years, someone who was by your side, someone who you wanted to hold your hand, someone who would help you get through the rough moments.

Jun was the first one who you wanted to take that place. Up until then you had dated out of convenience. Because being with someone made you feel less lonely and you were used to being around many people. Not one of your previous boyfriends made you wish to be with them in the long run, not one made you fantasize about a possible future and how it would be.

Jun made you do those things, he did it with something as simple as a smile.

Some days after you got home from long hours at work you felt like an idiot as you laid down in bed and thought about your day. Out of all the things you did that day your mind was always brought back to Jun. The way he smiled when he walked in, the way he said hi, the way fingers touched yours so briefly but even so lighted up your entire body.

With just a look in his eyes, Jun managed to color your entire world.

Jun saw you before you took notice of his presence and he swore that he could just stand there just looking at you. He couldn’t believe that he was going on a date with you until that very moment. Until he saw you there waiting for him at the park, like you both had agreed to.

You were one of the many people who were at the park on that incredibly sunny day. Young couples, people with their kids, teenagers, elders. The park was filled with all sorts of people and then there were you: sitting alone on a bench, early for a date that made you stay awake for two days on a row because you were too excited with the idea of being around Jun for more than a few minutes at a time. 

You were so out of your mind that you called your mom to talk about it which caused her to start the talk - something that made you want to crawl back into yourself and reverse time because I’m twenty-five mom, I don’t need the sex talk now.

“You’re early”

The smile that spread through your face the second you heard Jun’s voice was unstoppable, it didn’t matter that you tried to hold yourself back. It was like your mind and body weren’t working in harmony.

“First thing to know about me: I’m never late”

He nodded at you and scrunched up his nose.

“First thing to know about me: I’m always late”

“You’re always on time to get your morning… drink”

Jun laughed at the way you tried to find the words to describe his odd distaste for coffee.

“I have a really good reason to”

You thanked the gods for all the makeup you had put on the day because if you didn’t Jun would probably see how pink your cheeks turned - considering his giggle he probably already knew about it.

“We can work on your punctuality as we go” you assured him.

You weren’t even aware of the words you said until you saw the look on Jun’s face. As we go, it meant that you wanted something more with him - that just one date wasn’t going to cut it and you wanted to explore this much more - as much as you could, for as long as you could.

“Should we go for a walk?”

The entire thing felt like a dream, something out of a book or a movie. You walked around and talked with Jun for over six hours and neither of you ran out of subjects to talk about, not even for a second things got awkward between the two of you.

Most of it felt like a reunion, like you had always known each other but only found out about it that day.

“Why did you ask me to bring you here?” Jun asked as you stopped in front of the coffee shop he had become all too familiar with.

“I live here, over the cafe. Because I need to get here early to start preparing it’s easier if I just live close to it” at his confused face you continued “I own the place Jun, that’s why it’s easier”

Suddenly it was like a light had been turned on inside his head.

“That would explain so much! For instance, how you always give me free cupcakes on mondays”

“I was trying to cheer you up! You look very close to a dead person on monday”

Jun pulled you closer to him at the same time that he took a step forward. His face was so close to yours, you could see very little detail, every single sand trait in his eyes. There wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t make your heart beat faster.

“After an afternoon sunday date, what do you think about an early monday date?”

You leaned up, your lips nearly touching his ear.

“How about you come in and we can decide what we call it later?”

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[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

After seeing your beautiful new piece with the cute vignettes of team 7+team kakashi, i was wondering — how do you feel about Naruto (the boy)?

o thankyou! ;u; my feelings on narts the boy are so torn tbh so im gonna throw my ramblings under a cut bc idk if i can articulate this correctly

og naruto narts? love him. adore him. i miss that dumb little punk kid i loved him challenging the system and wanting to change it and help people. i /wanted/ him to inspire people like kakashi and gai's gen to do the same and realize how fucked up their childhoods were being weapons of the state at like 6 and 7

shippuden narts? He just rubs me the wrong way. started out good with gaara rescue arc, but then all his pizzaz left and let his obsession of sasuke be the only priority. (This isnt his fault, but kishi writing it so ONLY naruto could kill or defeat most of the enemies with his new op move was so boring to me. none of the secondary cast got to do shit) He also didnt take one second to question if his endgoal is still the same since he turned out to be exactly the opposite of "anyone can be hokage" bc he turns out to have the specialist blood of all and got revealed as a nepo baby and chosen one. He licherally became complicit and changed next to nothing as hokage in the end. the status quo remained the fucking same. Naruto rejecting the hokage position bc he recognizes neji was right is so much more interesting to me

Naruto is at his best when sasuke isnt involved imho. I adore his interactions with everyone else bc he truly loves his friends and family, but him and sakura were so delusional over sasuke but didnt actually Know him and his trauma they just loved the Idea of him. the way they talk about it, they act like sasuke was kidnapped and didnt CHOOSE to leave and even tried to kill them multiple times. shikamaru stronger than me, it'd slap the shit out of both of them

I wish they'd head on addressed the whole "sasuke's whole family was slaughtered in front of him" together and not "you have to come back so we can be a team and things can be normal again like nothing ever happened and fight me!" naruto would be the first one to offer to pull up on itachi with him lets be real lmaoo. I wanted him to offer sasuke support to BOTH tackle the injustices of the leaf. it's kinda like hiruzens passiveness with orochimaru and danzo. never holding certain loved ones accountable he was the same way with obito and even hiruzen himself. (is he even aware of hiruzen's part in the uchiha massacre or obito killing his parents?? then pardoning orochimaru?? HELLO???)

There were moments where i did see our boy shine thru, but then the god powers bullshit hit. in short, bring back my punk little man. his pure intentions were ruined by bad writing

my naruto endgame for him is not stuck at a deskjob he hates with a nuclear family he neglects and more he chooses to give up the hokage job to someone who actually can enact change and who isnt from a prestigious family. travels around helping people hands on and finally gets the peaceful life with found family he never had. advocating better for the next gen.

part one naruto, my baby boy

[f1nalboys]

OMG. I love the tod headcannons. Would you ever do ian sleepover headcannons?

HELLOOOO ANON sorry this has taken so long, i do apologize and i hope its fun to read!!!!

WORD COUNT: 916

WARNINGS: not proofread, weed mention, ians a perv on occassion, mostly fluff

ok number one i need a sleepover with this guy NOWWWWWW

ian refuses to call it a sleepover. you two are hanging out, chilling, that’s all. if he spends the night then thats just what happens, it totally wasn't his end goal

i truly believe ian sleeps better in anyone elses bed than he does his own not for any particular reason he just loves the feeling of being on vacation and being in a different bed counts to him fr

he comes over with nothing. like deadass the clothes on his back and maybe some weed IF UR LUCKY 

he also tends to show up ‘just for a bit’ and makes a big show about sighing at the time and being like man…. i wish i didn’t have to leave but its almost time for bed……..

like girl just ask to sleep over who cares

anyways he really hates Planned Sleepover Activities

no pillow fights, no truth or dare, no spin the bottle (this can and has been done before with him, he just has to be in the mood,) no bloody mary, etc

now, of course, if he really really really loves you, he’ll do all those things and more. he is going to COMPLAIN though. like, to the point where it’s almost unenjoyable. 

he does love a good spa day though…. you ask him to put on a fuzzy robe so you can put a face mask and cucumbers on him and he’s jumping for joy lowkey

and he lets you paint his nails and stuff and he doesnt care if its messy or bumpy or if you don’t put a top coat on it, he just loves that youre doing it for ihm

ANDDDD its the quietest he’ll be. youll look up at his face and hes staring down at you with such a sickeningly sweet love sick grin that its almost enough to make you barf and he won't say a single word until youre done

and even then he’ll just go “its great baby, thank you.” heheh

like 3 hours later he’ll go “you got a lot of nail polish on my skin, god damn.” and you’ll look over and hes very methodically picking it off of his skin lol

anyways. when hes over he just wants to chill genuinely 

ian is interested in getting chinese food or pizza, getting super fucking high, and having movies or music in the background while you guys talk

and he really only does one on one sleepovers, siblings or family excluded. if you invited another friend to sleepover at the same time hes gonna be in the corner like ugh…..sigh……eyeroll…..ugh…..what no im fine its whatever……sigh…..

ian is super handsy as is but when he gets tired hes worse

you’ll know hes ready for you two to go to sleep when hes suddenly attached to your back, arms around your waist and head in your shoulder

ian loves sleepovers that are simply for you two to get shit done

like ian has to rework an art piece? hes coming over and youre finally gonna clean your room.

he tries to sleep in his regular clothes all the time (he does it at home i fear to say) so if youre against that you HAVE to have some spare clothes for him. or let him sleep in his underwear but then he’s gonna get that dumb stupid sexy grin on his face and ask if youre trying to get him naked 

which like yes ian i am but not like that….yet

waking up with ian is great if you get up before him because hes all cuddly and sweet and murmuring in his sleep and you can just stare and admire him

if he gets up first hes waking you up but hes also fucking with you

he shakes you awake and is like BABE YOU OVERSLEPT FOR XYZ!!!!! and you jump out of bed and hes like haha got you just kidding

or he draws on your face or arms if youre a heavy sleeper and he can get away with it

AND he takes photos of you sleeping all the time on his shitty little flip phone and he never tells you about it

until like weeks later when youre hanging with him in the car eating food and he laughs and turns his phone around to show you a picture of you slumped over, mouth open, drooling.

but hes a menace

hes like well im up so i need you up to????

like god bless erin for dealing with him 

but you dont have to worry about it much, he normally sleeps in if hes able to but depending on when he went to bed, he could get up before you

and good luck trying to go back to sleep because hes hitting you with pillows and squashing you and talking until you just roll your eyes and sit up

and then hed smile and go omgggg good morning sleepyhead LIKE SHUT UP

overall, ian is a fun guy to have a sleepover with if you just want to chill, not if you want to do activities if that makes sense

but hes never going to ASK to spend the night (unless youre in the car with him about to get dropped off and hes kissing you and get handsy and THEN he’ll be like babe…. cant i just hang out :((( like sigh…. of course you can bae

[ashwhowrites]

I LOVE THE WAY YOU WORK AND I'M SO GLAD QUESTIONS ARE OPEN! Can I order one where Eddie and Reader are married and have a daughter called Seezy (I took any name for the kid if you want to change that's fine!) who is around 9/10 years old, Reader got the idea to hire a babysitter, as she is very busy at work and so is Eddie, but one day Reader and Seezy are making a cake for Eddie for his birthday, then Seezy says something about seeing Eddie and the nanny doing things they shouldn't (kissing, so no it's too heavy for a child to see), moving on, reader discovers the betrayal, Eddie tries to explain himself and regrets the betrayal, happy ending for Reader and no happy ending for Eddie (I'm a bitch for anguish) I'm sorry it's so long ? I get excited..

I'll gladly write an angst story for you :) I hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting

⚠️ no part 2

Not proofread

~~

Marriage life with Eddie Munson is everything she dreamed of and more. They weren't high school lovers or had a fairytale of meeting as children. She met Eddie when he was just a mechanic down the road. He was older, mature, and had a way with words. He was charming and funny. Y/N hated car trouble, and trying to figure out how to pay for the damage. But suddenly, car trouble led her to the love of her life. And now she kinda loved the piece of shit car she drove for years.

Eddie didn't want to be a mechanic, it wasn't his dream or what he felt like his calling was. Until he met her. She was gorgeous and flirty. She was confident and toyed with him. Suddenly working at that job wasn't too horrible. He didn't expect to meet the love of his life covered in oil stains and overalls. But it happened.

The two were madly in love. Wayne adored her as his daughter. He stood proudly behind Eddie as got married. Wayne will deny that he cried at the wedding, but his eyes were wet ever since he helped Eddie pick out the ring.

She didn't have much family and neither did Eddie. They vowed to be each other's family and provide everything they would never need. Provide love, support, and a partner forever and always. Eddie wasn't afraid to show her who he truly was, all the broken parts of him. All the ways he's messed up in the head. He showed her all of his ugly, and she took it all in with love in her eyes. The man in the tuxedo across from her was the only family she ever needed.

Twelve years later, the couple was still happily married, with a daughter named Seezy who was about ten years old. Two dogs constantly were running around. A house with a white picket fence. Marriage life was excellent, and being parents became their new favorite thing.

But the two were struggling with watching their daughter and having full time jobs. Eddie now owned the mechanic shop and was always on call. Y/N was the head manager of a large corporate business and was on call for flights to different states at any given moment. Neither were reliable to be home at every second their daughter may need them. So Y/N hired a nanny. Someone to pick up Seezy from school and bring her home. Watch her for the evening as Y/N and Eddie tried their best to get home before bed.

The demand their jobs had at the moment was taking a toll on both of them. There wasn't much alone time with each other. Each free second was spent with Seezy since they missed her so much in the day.

Y/N missed her husband. Laying in his arms at night was the closest she got to him in months. With Eddie's birthday coming up next month, she planned a small getaway for the couple. Their nanny, Lauren, agreed to stay at the house for a weekend and take care of Seezy.

Y/N was excited as she planned it all out. Staying late at her office to make sure Eddie couldn't watch over her shoulder.

~~~

Eddie loved his wife, but he didn't feel connected anymore. Their jobs were tiring them out and they never had time to be together. He hasn't touched his wife in months or felt her skin. She was busy and he was busy. They needed to be there for their daughter and that just left no time for their marriage.

Eddie struggled without physical touch. He grew up lonely and now he doesn't know how to handle it since he's been used to having someone. He didn't know how to ask his wife to be there for him physically. He didn't know the right words.

He knew his wife loved him, but he didn't feel needed by her. She was so independent and was always away on a business trip. And because of her distance, she hired Lauren. Lauren was a few years younger than the couple, and Eddie hated to admit he found her attractive.

Then Y/N began staying late at the office, she was never home when Eddie arrived. He always came home to Lauren sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Seez sleeping?" He asked as he yawned, taking off his shoes as he walked through the living room.

"Yes, she was pretty tired so it wasn't much of a fight. How was work?" Lauren asked, throwing down the magazine as she watched Eddie enter his bedroom.

He pushed the door, leaving it slightly open as he began to take off his work clothes, unaware the crack left room for Lauren's wandering eyes. She took in his pale skin, lightly hairy chest, tattoos, and his thin frame. She always found Eddie attractive, who wouldn't?

She watched as he struggled to undo his belt, noticing that his hand was wrapped up in bandages.

"What happened?" She asked, opening the door fully

"Jesus!" Eddie jumped, startled by Lauren's presence. "I sliced it on a tool while I was fixing underneath a car. Should heal fine." He shrugged it off. He was used to hurting himself, he'd always come home with a cut and Y/N would clean it for him, and place a gentle kiss on the wound.

Lauren watched as he continuously struggled to undo his belt. Coughing as she walked toward him, moving his hands out of the way. Eddie froze as her nails scrapped across his stomach, inches away from the band of his boxers. Swallowing as she began to undo his belt, yanking the leather through the loops.

Once she had the belt fully off, she placed it on his bed, stepping back. Eddie tried to control his racing heart. She shouldn't have touched him like that, he was married and that was not a friendly touch. It was wrong, so why did he like it?

Eddie stared into her eyes for what felt like hours, neither saying a word. Breathing hard as they stared into one another. Eddie was weak, alone, and craved to feel wanted again. So when Lauren wrapped her arms around Eddie's neck and slowly placed her lips on his, he didn't pull away.

~~~

A month passed since Eddie kissed Lauren back and he hasn't slept since. The guilt eating him alive. He hasn't been alone with Lauren since, it was a mistake and a mistake that he needed to make sure he never did again. He wasn't man enough to tell his wife either. Swallowing harshly when he kissed Y/N goodnight. The betrayal on his lips.

Today was finally Eddie's birthday, Y/N requested to get the weekend off. Spending her Thursday night with Seezy, she hasn't spent a second alone with Seezy in forever. So, together they baked Eddie a cake. The chocolate batter was mixed in the bowl, music playing on the speakers as the girl's danced around the kitchen.

"Okay it will be done in a few minutes so let's give the dog kisses and head to bed," Y/N said, cleaning a few dishes.

"Do kisses always mean I love you?" Seezy asked, kissing the dogs, then standing up to face her mom.

"Usually yes, a way to show affection to someone you love," Y/N explained.

"Does Daddy love Lauren too?" Y/N froze as the words left her daughter's lips.

"Love Lauren? Why would you say that?" Y/N asked, staring at her daughter, watching her expressions.

"I saw Lauren and Daddy kiss when he got home from work one night. " Seezy explained, unaware of how much her words were tearing Y/N apart.

Y/N had no idea what to say, she felt like her heart crumbled to her feet. Her husband kissed someone else, and her husband kissed the woman who was taking care of their daughter.

~~~

Eddie walked through the front door, exhausted after his long day but looking forward to having a weekend off. He didn't know what his wife had planned for the weekend, he was just told to take it off and let his employees know he was off call.

He yanked off his shoes, walking towards the bedroom. He was surprised to see the light still on.

"I didn't think you would be awake," Eddie smiled, stripping off his dirty clothes, and digging for pajamas.

"It was hard to sleep, I found out some news today," Y/N said, watching as Eddie turned to look at her, curiosity in his eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"My daughter asked me if you loved her nanny as we made your birthday cake," Y/N said, her tone sharp and cold.

Eddie could feel his forehead start to sweat.

"Why would she ask that?" Eddie chuckled, nervously pulling up his pants.

"Why don't you tell me, Eddie?" Her arms were crossed and her eyes blazing in anger.

"I don't know," Eddie tried to play off

"Don't lie to me. I deserve at least the truth from my husband." She snapped. The way she spat out husband caused Eddie to shiver.

"I...I'm sorry," Eddie cracked out, he could feel the wetness collecting in his eyes. He knew she knew, she knows he betrayed her. He disrespected their vows and the marriage they spent building over the years.

"You fucking kissed her Eddie!" Y/N exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air as she stood up from the bed.

"She kissed me!" Eddie tried to argue

"But you didn't stop her, did you? Because I know for a fact if she kissed you and you pulled away that Seezy wouldn't have been the one to tell me. You would have because you wouldn't have felt guilty since nothing happened. But that's not how it went down, right Eddie? She kissed you and you kissed her back. You cheated on me and didn't have the fucking balls to even look me in the eye and tell me. You didn't care to apologize the night it happened, not even the day after. You just sat here and acted like we were fine!"

"BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU! I knew I fucked up the second I didn't pull away. You're right, I couldn't look my wife in the eye and tell her I betrayed her. You have to believe me when I say that I am so sorry." He pleaded, dropping to his knees in front of her. His heart broke watching as she began to cry.

"I never thought I would lose you, Eddie. And I would have never thought I'd lose you to someone else." She sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

Eddie reached up and held her hands, their grip against her stomach as he looked up at her.

"You didn't lose me, I'm right here. We can fix this, I will fix this. I haven't spoken to her since, I haven't felt anything but guilt eating me alive. It was a mistake and I love you."

Y/N shook her head at his words, she knew she would never love him the same way again.

"I lost you the second she offered something new. You can't fix this. I just can't look at you the same anymore. You are someone so different to me, I fell in love with you and I don't see him anymore. All I see is someone who I wasn't good enough for, someone I didn't love well enough, and someone who promised to never hurt me but yet, on his knees begging for forgiveness." She unlocked their hands, taking a deep breath as she ran her fingers through his hair. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed, and just felt him, she could pretend he was who she wished he was.

"Don't do that. You are enough, you love me more than enough. You, you are fucking perfect. You saved me and gave me a life of love. Granted me a blessing of a daughter. You gave me a family, and that will always make you perfect. I'm the one who is flawed. I had the world right in my hands, I had your fragile heart in my grip and I let you down. You don't deserve this and neither does Seez. Is there anything I can do to keep you?" Eddie sobbed out

"No, I want you to suffer with what it feels like to lose me," She cried out, removing her body from his, accepting how her body will feel without him.

"Please pack and leave," she added as she walked out of the bedroom.

~~~

Two months would pass and Y/N was feeling better every day. Stepping away from work to spend more time with Seezy. Choosing to be a mom first, and a manager later. She signed the divorce papers and agreed on shared custody.

She kept the dogs and the house. Eddie lived in a small apartment a city over. A photo frame next to his bed, a picture from his wedding day, and the day Seezy was born.

Y/N wanted him to suffer, and he was.

He lost the two most important girls in his life. He doesn't have a hand to hold anymore, nobody to grab as he slept through the night. He used to see his daughter daily, and now only sees her on selective days.

She was healing

He was falling

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[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Grocery Store Swap

My boyfriend Luis and I were doing some shopping at the local grocery store. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when we walked in but soon a downpour started, judging by the sound of pouring rain and thunder. My name is Collin, and I was an average twink at 20 years old; nothing really too special; I'm a nice guy, I guess. I care about my appearance enough that I try, but don't put too much effort into it. I usually comb my hair in a side swept fashion because it's easy. Luis, who's 22, loves rocking the bad boy look and never goes anywhere without his Doc Martens. He's the type that never puts up with anybody's shit, because he knows that one look is enough to scare them away. There are a lot of trashy assholes in the town we live in, so it's a nice thing to have.

So we were walking down the pasta aisle about to pick up a box of macaroni and cheese, when a loud sound erupted from outside followed by a flash seen inside. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the power going out in the entire store.

When I woke up, the power was restored but I heard shrieks coming from the other end of the store. I also noticed that I was no longer in the pasta aisle, but in the pet food section. I don't even own a pet, what would I be doing here? I was sitting on the floor and noticed my back seemed really tense. I must've fallen down when I fainted but my back shouldn't be hurting this much! It was then that I looked down and noticed something horribly wrong. My arms were all full of gray hairs and my hands were all wrinkly! I was wearing different clothes too - a polo shirt, even though I hate that style! I got up on my feet and felt groggier than usual too. I then noticed my face felt a little itchy and I went to scratch my beard...wait I have a beard! What's going on here? I reached up to touch my hair and as I combed through, I found a huge bald spot! This is crazy! I'm not old! What is my boyfriend going to think? I knew I had to see what I truly looked like so I headed towards the restroom passing through multiple people that were walking around seemingly confused. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of an old man that wasn't me...well it is me now! I made faces in the mirror, reassuring myself that this is me.

I decided to take off my shirt to see the rest of the damage. This is insane! I'm in an old man's body! That shirt really contained all this wrinkly, saggy skin well because it all hangs out when you take it off. My skin jiggled slightly as I felt around. I ran my hands through the gray chest hairs feeling tickled by every strand. It was then that I noticed I was getting hard. I'm surprised how quickly it happened. Don't old guys have ED or something? I walked into a stall, pulled down my pants to find a thick hard and veiny cock. Oh yeah. I could see my balls were wrinkly and droopy, which actually aroused me even more! I started jerking while rubbing my nipples that sagged a bit from the pair of small moobs I now owned, grazing my hot fuckin silver daddy chest hairs. Fuck. I rubbed my balding head as I continued to jerk. I would've finished by now if I wasn't an old man, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. I scratched my beard and finally started to cum. It splattered everywhere, hitting the stall door as I wallowed in euphoria. Fuck, that was great.

As the post nut clarity kicked in, I put my clothes back on, washed my hands and suddenly realized something, I needed to find my boyfriend! I'm guessing everyone in the store was body-swapped when the lighting struck so he had to be in here somewhere. As I walked out of the restroom, I heard lots of people shouting. Compared to the terror shrieks from earlier, these sounded like conversing. I heard people shouting out others names until I found a large crowd of people, all of which were holding signs with names on them. In the middle was a table set up with large pieces of construction paper and markers. I get it now; people are writing down their names in hopes of finding the people they were with. I decided to do the same. I wrote down "Collin Matthews" in big letters on the paper and held it up high. I called out my boyfriend's name as well.

"Luis Baron! Luis Baron! Where are you?" I called for a few minutes Soon enough I was starting to lose hope. What if he's not here somehow? What if the swap failed or something and he died? I started to bring down the sign in defeat until I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Collin?"

I turned around to find a big guy in his late 20s smile at me. He was wearing thick framed glasses and a baseball cap. I could see a bit of his gut hang out from under his tanktop, which rested itself over his blue basketball shorts. He tried to tuck it in when he noticed I was looking down.

"Is that really you Luis?" I made eye contact with him.

"It's me all right." I believed him, but I noticed the tough guy tone in his voice was gone, and not just because it was a different voice entirely. It sounded doubtful and weak. "Man, you're like 70!"

"I know! I was disgusted at first but then I realized it's actually pretty hot."

I scratched my beard and glanced down at his gut once again. I can't believe it! My boyfriend is a fat guy! I've never dated anyone this big before so I'm actually turned on, even after I just finished. When I looked back up, I could see the rage on his face.

"Hey stop looking down at my belly! How do you think I feel being forced to be this fat loser? I can't even stop my gut from poking out. It's disgusting!" As he tried to tuck in his gut once more, his whole body jiggled. I could feel myself getting hard once again. Luis looked down and noticed my bulge.

"Wait, you're turned on?"

"Yep." His whole mood seemed to change and he began to smirk.

"Hey do you wanna...try a once in a lifetime experience?" My cock began to stiffen even more.

"I'm listening..."

"Well...I found keys and an address listed on this guy's driver's license. What do you say we send a text to our old numbers...after we have a little fun." I gave a devilish smile as I stroked my balding head and scratched my beard.

[greenerteacups]

forever grateful to you for sharing your musings, as if the book writing weren't great enough and hard work enough, you truly spoil us and i love you.

I'm popping in here to ask if you would like to talk about how you see Dumbledore. Sometimes I feel his manipulative side is abused in fanfiction, depicting little more than a heartless chess master.

And well, I guess I'm curious to find out if Lionheart Albus has a heart and will we get to see it. Maybe the more generous glimpses you give us of Snape and his interactions with him will shed some light on his hidden depths? Or will his appearances remain fleeting and enigmatic, always far and above all the little people we do know and adore?

Sorry, I know you can't possibly be completely balanced in your portraying of the whole cast, or they would spread too thin. I am here for the plot, for the Dramione and the Blacks, but I deeply enjoy all the character building (I truly live for all of them, not only our loved ones, I even cherish Warrington with sincere hate and am waiting for his comeuppance ) so I thought I would ask if you wouldn't mind a few comments on our opaque headmaster.

Thank you, friend! You're really kind.

Dumbledore has a relatively minor role in Lionheart for a few reasons — chief among which is, as you point out, that we just don't have time for everybody to get the same level of characterization the mains do. I have plot justifications for that, but it'd be disingenuous to suggest otherwise: Dumbledore's minor because I'm less interested in him than I am in Snape and Narcissa, and Lionheart is much more about Draco's sphere of the world than Harry's. That being said, I think some people forget how small Dumbledore's role is in the original books. He pretty much exists to deliver exposition and tell Harry how to beat the final boss; dude doesn't even get a gesture at a backstory until he's already dead. In fact, it's kinda weird to me that everyone (including a lot of people in the series) treats Dumbledore like he's some kind of guardian for Harry, especially with respect to the decision to keep him at the Dursleys. I know it's set up in the prologue, but if I'm Dumbledore, and I'm catching strays for Vernon Dursley being a piece of shit, I'm gonna be like:

The TLDR on Dumbledore is he's blamed way too much for stuff he doesn't do instead of the stuff he does. People seem to blame him for everything bad that happens to Harry because he's a competent adult in the general vicinity of the kid. But with the possible exception of hiring Lockhart — a bad decision I attribute to Early Installment Weirdness and, just maybe, a certain scarcity of applicants for a position where the last dude Literally Fucking Died — there's not a whole lot of shit that happens to Harry in the first few books Dumbledore could've prevented. Plus, he does in fact have Other Shit to be Doing. Is he a really powerful wizard who probably could've saved Harry's ass in a lot of the fights he gets into? Yes. Does he also have a whole school to run, a secret guerrilla group to direct, a Ministry full of political enemies to placate, and — oh yeah — a snake-faced immortal evil sorcerer he's playing 4D chess with at all times? Yes!

The whole lamb-to-slaughter thing with Harry is admittedly quite dark, but I don't read it as machiavellian. For one, Dumbledore obviously comes to this conclusion after a lot of deliberation, and to his death, he refuses to tell Harry about it, because (one assumes) he never intends to kill Harry himself. He's willing to hinge the fate of the free world on his respect for Harry's autonomy and/or his faith that Harry will make the "right" choice. That's pretty humane, given the circumstances. And he holds off on telling Harry about the horcruxes because... he doesn't want to inform a literal child that he'll eventually have to kill himself for the war effort. Oh, GOD, what a SCHEMING MONSTER. Surely this is motivated by menace, and not the grieving reluctance of a seasoned veteran who wants to preserve whatever few years of happiness this kid can eke out of life.

The areas where Dumbledore is morally shady come out most in his interactions with other adults. His conversation with Severus in 1981, for instance, is the one time in the books where I was legitimately frightened of him, because it's a rare time he's completely without mercy or grace. "What will you give me in return, Severus?" is a character-defining line, because Snape has just told him that two twenty-somethings and their infant child are about to be murdered, and Dumbledore's hit back with the subtextual equivalent of: "Tough shit. Why is it my problem?" Which is COLD AS FUCK! And we can kind of infer that he's not in earnest here, that he's manipulating Severus by making him think Dumbledore won't protect the Potters (even though they're Order members, which this theory requires us to assume Severus doesn't know) so that he can get him to work as a spy — but we don't know that for certain, right? It's all inference. We hope that his implicit threat isn't genuine, but what would happen if Severus said no, and walked away? How much did Albus understand about Snape's feelings for Lily, and what kind of person does it take to bluff like that in front of a known Legilimens? That line is intimidating as fuck whether or not Albus means it.

It's bits like these, where he's talking to people that he actually dislikes, where we get hints of the real Machiavellian Albus Dumbledore, and it's absolutely fascinating. He's the veteran of two wars, going on three when he dies, and you can tell in how he conducts himself. That includes, by the way, his gentility with children and his respect for innocence. But he's not just Good Funny Grandfather Dude or Crafty Mastermind. He's a general. He's been waging wars from the back lines since his twenties. That does something to your brain, and it doesn't leave a lot of you left over for anything else.