#there is something in me that thinks this is inappropriate when i'm grown but boy did i like it back when i was 17

[stilemawillow]

Unbeneficial [Levi | Reader | Modern AU!]

i - the benefits of you | ii - unbeneficial

Most people you knew would much rather never step in your shoes in terms of location. You lived in a big city and the school you attented was only reached by catching a single bus at exactly 7:15 every morning. Your home wasn't even in the suburbs, your neighbourhood was just that vacant. So every school day, you got up at 6 a.m. and left for the bus stop at 7 a.m. It was a tradition now. The same bus, the same seat, the same passengers, the same cigarette butts on the same side of the pavement. Boring but fascinating in a way, how the tedium of habits persisted. Some people's schedules were like clockwork and yours was one of them.

Then arrived the abnormality differing from the usual picture you'd gotten used to. He stood by the bus stop sign, stoic and taut. His habits were easily noticeable. Always holding his suitcase in his right hand, so he could easily lift the left one to check the time on his expensive watch. Never stuffing it in the pocket of his dress pants because they would crease, and fixing his plain tie every five or so minutes. Never observed his surroundings. The only thing his austere eyes were looking forward to seeing (with questionable zest, if any at all) was the bus that would drive him to work and you - to school.

It took you a week to figure out his strict routine and now you were just eyeing him with unhidden curiosity - something he seemed to notice but never openly acknowledge. That was until the second week, when he finally got annoyed with your persistent stare. A single glare from eyes such as his was enough to make your body turn at a hundred and eighty degrees as you nervously clenched in your clammy fist your bland uniform skirt.

By the third week he'd stopped glaring, maturely having concluded you'd keep spying on him - albeit less blatantly. And you did. Arriving at the bus stop had never been as exciting as it was when he was around, with his broad shoulders and variety of plain ties.

At times he would show up with a cup of tea in hand. You blinked at him like an overly curious child - which at the time you might've been - uncaring of what any other woman would've noticed and focusing on the funny details about his conduct and appearance. You didn't see the attractive features or the sculpured body under the suit - you saw the amusing sour expression that made his lips seem comically thin when he frowned at his watch and the interesting scar on his earlobe that, after a lot of pondering, was deemed a result of a piercing during a rebellious period that never healed properly.

On the topic of rebellious periods and piercings, you couldn't help but wonder how old he was. You stood five feet from him, nudging the cigarette butts around with the tip of your left shoe and intensely staring at the ground. He was obviously one of those pricks who worked at a famous company, so he didn't exactly need experience if he had connections. Which meant the possibility of him being twenty was as plausible as the one stating he was thirty. You'd never give him thirty, though. Looking closely, the only thing hinting at whatever age after twenty was the crease between his thin brows and the look in his eyes - knowing but dull, having experienced things a young adult was yet to encounter. So how old was he?

The tea and the stiffness said grandpa. The face said a teenager punk. The suit and watch said responsible, thirty-year-old adult. Then, having considered the many possibilities, you built his backstory in your mind and smiled incredulously at your own imagination. Not even a professional writer would manage to weave a resume so realistic.

His name was Bernard Lewis (because it had to suit his British pale complexion) and he was a twenty-one-year-old college student. He'd grown up in a big city a long way from here but had recently moved due to the internship his father had forced on him. As a compliant son, Bernard had gotten rid of his old earring from the time he'd been in a band in high school and taken his grandfather's favourite watch, moving into his new abode. Imagine his disappointment when he'd been refused a car and forced to take the bus every morning. His plain ties were presents from his mother and he got a new one every Christmas. Last but not least, his constant frown was caused by his seperation from his girlfriend, Crissie, just when his best friend Dylan had started giving her a suspicious number of rides all over the city too. Little additions were that he was trying to quit smoking and most suits he wore were actually his father's - cue his nitpicky behaviour in attempts to keep them neat.

Bernard's character was perfected by the end of the fourth week, which coincidentally turned out to be the week when your first interaction took place. On a very fateful Thursday, Bernard was holding his usual cup of tea and you were kicking around the cigarette butts when a middle-aged lady with a bit too much lipstick collided with the ebony-haired male's back, resulting in some scalding spillage and a very vindictive curse on his side. The deep timbre with the husky edge wasn't how you'd imagined his voice, but you had no time to ponder that because he was about to do a lot of damage to the rude lady if somebody didn't intervene.

Putting a fragile hand to his stained cuff, you saw his snarl turn in your direction with a feral glare that had the ability to cut. Your shoulders shrank a size but you handed him your handkerchief with a shy smile and a silent plea not to attack the lady, which he very reluctantly complied with. Slender fingers dripping with tea brushed against yours as he took the handkerchief and muttered a curt word of gratitude. You just stood there, smiling at his face from up close and relishing the sound of his voice. It suited his eyes, that timbre. He stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket, saying he'd return it the next day after he washed it. You nodded, about to ask his name (you were begging all the Gods above for it to not be Bernard because it no longer suited his voice) when the bus arrived and you had to get in.

Stopping yourself from annoying him further by sitting next to him, you occupied your usual seat and quietly bounced up and down in fervent wait for tomorrow. How easily stirred the teenage female heart was.

The anticipated Friday arrived and you set out to walk to the bus stop earlier, seeing as Bernard was always there before you, which would now give you more time to muster the courage to ask his name. He was waiting by the sign already, watching you hastily glide down your skirt and fix your hair as you smiled at him. He pulled the clean handkerchief from his pocket - folded and pristine, making a bashful pink tint your cheeks as you took it and questioned the state of his skin. He brushed your consideration off with a scoff, but you didn't give up, eyeing him with a curious look that you'd later learn had been way too penetrating to be ignored.

You were hardly conversing but you were attempting to make it work, longing to hear more of his voice and thus forgetting your initial goal of obtaining knowledge of his name. The bus arrived at exactly 7:15 and you got on, deciding to stand by the ebony-haired male with the expensive watch as he furrowed his brows at the vehicle's doors. You muttered a small 'bye' as he stepped forth when his stop arrived and he graced you with a cold glance and the most diminutive nod he could've given. You took it with a big smile and a kind of nervousness that left your skirt creased due to too much fidgety clenching. You were looking forward to the following Monday with excitement you'd never felt up until now.

And when it came, he wasn't there. He wasn't by the bus stop sign, holding his steaming cup of tea in his left hand and his suitcase in the right one. He wasn't making a funny expression that showed his cutely scrunched-up nose at the expensive watch on his wrist and he wasn't glaring at you as you childishly spied on him out of the corner of your eye, thinking yourself sly. You'd just decided today would be the day you learned his name and now he wasn't there, leaving you weirdly disappointed and pouty. You kicked the cigarette butts around until the bus came and you got on, taking your usual seat with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

A little pinch of hope had clung to the edge of your mind so you ran to the bus stop the next day, expecting him to be back. He wasn't.

A week passed like that. You decided it was futile to wait for him, so you just went on with your life. It wasn't like you liked him or anything. Not his deep voice or his cute nose. Or the far from scary scowl that had the ability to make you smile even when you were tired and moody, just because you admired his energy to frown that early into the morning. You hadn't grown attached to the slender fingers stiffly fixing his plain ties or the satisfied hum at the back of his throat when he drank from his tea. You had no interest in learning his name or age, or everything else he could tell you. No interest whatsoever in him. He was a random man who only glared at you and washed your handkerchief once. Nothing big, even for an inexperienced high school girl.

Almost two weeks after his disappearance, you were running to the bus stop after the first time you'd overslept. Your chances of reaching it in time were slim, but there. You just had to run as fast as the wind, which would result in your underwear totally showing from under the boring uniform skirt you wore. So risk somebody seeing your pink undies or risk being late for school? The choice wasn't exactly easy for a goodie-two-shoes like you, but you at least had the decency to admit your attendance mattered a bit less than your dignity. So you ran as fast as your skirt allowed, watching the bus take the lead a block away. Your eyes widened in horror as you sprinted but your breaths were ragged and your lungs felt like balloons about to pop. You tripped, trying to find the voice to call out to the driver, but all that came out was a pathetic croak.

The bus was taking off and so was your hope. Your pace slowed and your calves protested even when you walked, finding it hard to balance your breathing. You were leaning on the bus stop sign when a car pulled up in front of you and the door opened, vouchsafing your eyes a sight that made them widen in visible shock. The ebony-haired male invited you in with a sigh, explaining that he'd understand if you refused his offer to drive you to school but would very much appreciate a quick decision on your part since he had somewhere to be too. You got over your shock with a hasty nod and jumped in the front seat prior to closing the door and profusely thanking your stoic savior after telling him the address of your school.

The radio in the clearly expensive car was playing an old song you remembered from your childhood and your heart was now beating fast not only because of all the running you'd done. You were stupid for getting in his car - who knew what he would do? This was exactly what your mother had spent years teaching you not to do and yet here you were. Amazingly dumb of you, getting into a stranger's car. And why? Because you'd missed his cute nose and non-scary frown? Not a good enough reason for when you'd try explaining why you'd been assaulted on your way to school. Two sides of a coin were fighting inside you - a protective one and a defensive one.

You felt ashamed for thinking so badly of somebody who might've just wanted to help you but then again - how many high school girls had been kidnapped and killed this exact way? Because they'd been naive and their abductor was attractive? A lot, but this wasn't the case because the ebony-haired male wasn't a bad person, he was only more or less returning a favour. Why did he suddenly have a car now though? Why had he been on the bus for a whole month only to suddenly show up with an expensive car when you most needed transport?

You shook your head with an inward scowl, deciding to distract yourself by apologising for the inconvenience, to which your savior/possible abductor scoffed and noted it wasn't a big deal since his workplace was close to your school. Upon being asked of his profession, the pale man took a small card from his pocket and handed it to you without even glancing in your direction. You took it from his slender fingers, then observed them fix his black tie and grip the steering wheel. Your hues eyed the card. A strange name sat at the top, next to the name of a pretty famous bank that had a branch in the big office building that could be seen from your school's rooftop. A work phone number and an email address were lined under a strict greyscale pattern and above it - the words 'branch manager' in a somber font that made your lips purse.

Your eyes widened in realisation and you looked back and forth between the card and the stoic man who had handed it to you until he shot you an impatient glare.

"What?" Annoyed with the stare, certainly. You couldn't find the words to answer. Was it a shock that you'd seen his name already? In those boring magazines your father loved buying and reading just to pass the time while getting drunk? Was it a shock he was currently driving you to school when he was famous enough to be written into a whole-ass magazine? Or was it a shock than he wasn't a sixty-year-old grandpa with dyed hair and a silly pair of glasses like his name had first made you think? All three together maybe formed the perfect explanation you'd have a hard time articulating properly.

"I'm sorry for the discomfort I'm causing," you began bashfully. "Also thank you, again, for this." There was a beat of silence. Then, at last, you blurted out: "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), by the way. Since, um, I learned yours, I think it's only appropriate to give mine." It wasn't a dignified introduction, merely the most you could muster in such an awkward moment.

He didn't speak for the next five minutes and you only watched the card in your hold with silent admiration and wonder. Levi Ackerman. Sounded times better than Bernard Lewis. First correction to your imaginary story. Branch manager of a bank office instead of an intern. Second correction. Not twenty-one then. Third correction. Your lips pursed in thought. The expensive watch was probably bought with his own money, so fourth correction. You only crossed your fingers for him to have not been picking and buying the ties he wore - it was really the only feature of your story you wanted to have been true.

Questions that would further jeopardise your fantasy's credibility were impossible to ask. Was a girlfriend (actually maybe wife) present in his life? Did his mother buy his ties? Had his father forced him into the business? Was he trying to quit smoking and had he ever been in a band in high school? No, no. Impossible and improper. Actually, fuck improper - it was straight-up rude and the most insolent thing you could do when he was literally wasting his time driving you to school in his very expensive car. Noticing your inward panic as it had obviously written itself on your features, the male glanced at you and stiffly questioned your lateness as to offer a distraction.

You spent a minute ranting about your alarm clock and disappointment when he stopped in front of the school building and looked at you expectantly. You thanked him once more, this time very quietly and with a downcast gaze. You asked him why he'd been taking the bus when he had a car and he clicked his tongue, promptly pointing out you were being impudent prior to snorting in amusement at your shamefaced expression and quickly explaining a friend had borrowed his car for awhile and then crashed it, making him wait an additional two weeks for it to be repaired. You turned to him in surprise and he shooed you off once noticing the hint of a smile at the corner of your mouth. You got out of the car but had a hard time closing the door. You had to say something that wasn't a 'thank you' or a stupid question.

"You have a nice name," you stated with a smile, too fazed to realise the filter between your brain and mouth had disconnected and you were in the process of embarrassing yourself major time. "It suits your voice way better."

"Than what?" A single quirked brow and the non-scary frown was gone. His stoic gaze spoke of mild confusion you happily cleared out with your next words.

"The one I gave you." His brows twitched, in amusement or discomfort you didn't know, and then you became aware of the things you were saying. Your eyes widened in horror and you slammed the car door shut when you saw his lips part. Not waiting for the branch manager to call you mental, you ran for the school building faster than you'd run for the bus less than an hour earlier. Levi Ackerman, you were sure, would never drive past your bus stop again. Even more, he'd probably try to avoid it at all cost. Or so you thought for the remainder of the school day before you walked out only to see a very familiar expensive car outside.

"I get off earlier on Fridays. Now I'd like to learn about the name you've given me." It was what he greeted you with, as all passing students stared at your fidgety figure next to the slick surface of the car he was leaning on. You cracked an awkward smile whilst trying to excuse yourself but when he offered you a ride and a free cup of coffee your lips pursed in great emotional pain as your dry throat called for the caffeine and your heart called for the sound of the ebony-haired male's voice. You agreed after a whole two minutes of thought, getting in the front seat under the multiplying gazes of curious peers and bystanders. This was last thing in the world you were supposed to be doing. Or was it?

You liked Levi's company and though it would take you awhile to get used to the fact he was way different a person than what you'd imagined, there was nothing wrong in just talking to him - right? Yes, he might've been rich and not exactly your age, and you admitted you knew zero facts about his personality but he didn't look like somebody who always had an ulterior motive at the ready whenever he drove school girls to class so they wouldn't be late. So you ignored the stares and you ushered him to drive, sensing as your whole face had started heating up due to the excessive amount of attention.

You found the bravery to question your intented destination, to which the branch manager snorted prior to stating he'd be dropping you off at the bus stop. No romantic detours such as you might've imagined. His crude words made your lips pout in displeasure as you opened your mouth to respond and then remembered he was the adult in the situation and you were taught to never speak back to adults. The grey-eyed male noticed your determination waver and turn into uncertainty, and he did something no adult had ever done in your life. He encouraged your argument. Telling you to defend yourself if you considered his words unjust, the ebony-haired male turned the wheel and the car followed, with your speechless self in it.

It took you thirty seconds to finally voice your retort. Then the next ten minutes you spent arguing in a half-joking, half-serious tone you could call neither friendly nor hostile. You were getting to know his opinions on certain things, some of which included the suspicious aspect of an acquaintance like yours from a third point of view and his reluctance to be dragged into any kind of public drama. In actual fact, he'd been reluctant to offer you a ride that morning, seeing as it would be deemed extremely improper. Then it came - the moment you dropped your guard and asked him how old he was since he was speaking of everything as if it would be illegal.

A weird look was thrown your way. Then a pair of thin lips uttered the vital piece of information you'd come to accept and him - hate. Twenty-six didn't sound old in perspective but became inappropriately ancient the moment it was positioned in a small car space shared with a fifteen-year-old girl. You stared at the road ahead prior to gifting his stoic profile a bright smile and a compliment stating he looked way younger. On the topic of which, as he was quickly reminded:

"What is this name you've given me now?" Levi's grey eyes shot you a brief glance, then focused back on the street signs outside. You clasped your hands together and began nervously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling like your temples would soon start sweating buckets.

"... Bernard," you admitted after a minute-long pause, making the man next to you scrunch up his nose at the car's interior. You avoided looking at the tip of it twitching because you might just start swooning. Such a stoic man didn't deserve a nose so cute.

"Too tacky for me. Who even has that kind of lame-ass name anyway? His mother must hate him." His comments were too out of character for somebody you considered a responsible adult but you weren't allowed to laugh - it would seem as if you were making fun of him. Yet you burst out laughing right then and there, cackling til your stomach hurt and he was looking at you weirdly. You wiped at the still tears at the corners of your eyes with a shit-eating grin, then explained:

"I'm not laughing at you."

"I don't really care about that - you just seem to be having an unusual amount of fun when you're stuck with somebody this boring."

"Boring?" You echoed, blinking in innocent confusion and making him click his tongue in exasperation. You spent the rest of the ride to the bus stop arguing whether he was boring or not, and then - out of nowhere, you heard yourself blurting out an invitation for a cup of tea. He locked eyes with you and felt obliged to refuse as strictly as he could. Then you were making doe-eyes at him and pleading. You promised it wouldn't take long and you'd never interact with him after that - though inwardly you longed for the opposite. He kept saying 'no' over and over again, then you were at the bus stop and he was ushering you out of the car. This had been merely a favour on his part and he didn't wish for it to become anything more.

Then you asked - in the most hopeful voice you'd heard out of your own mouth - if he would be willing to use the bus just once more on Monday. He furrowed his brows at you and said one last 'no' prior to shutting the car door and driving off. You were sulking all the way to home. Your father was fast asleep on the couch and your mother had left you a note stating she would be out with collagues because of her incoming business trip. You went in your room and just... sat, thinking. Thinking and thinking. 26 wasn't a big number. 15 was just smaller. And what about it? His body was also bigger than yours, it was normal for his age to have been too. His hands were bigger than yours and so was his experience on the topic of the world. There was nothing particularly inappropriate about that.

But then again he might've been married or dating somebody. Such weird offers out of the mouth of an underage school girl had to have been terribly repulsive. So you settled with the thought of not seeing him again, if nothing else you'd be coming across his name in magazines. Maybe it would no longer bring the image of a sixty-year-old grandpa with dyed hair and silly glasses to the surface of your mind. Maybe it would make you picture the slender fingers fixing a plain tie as their owner glared at you with a beautiful pair of grey hues and a cutely scrunched up nose. Maybe he'd be holding a suitcase in his right hand.

You made preparations for Monday anyway, because you were a fifteen-year-old that had a proclivity to be too hopeful and optimistic sometimes. Because you were taught to always be prepared, always see things in a positive light. There was nothing positive about the 'no' your question had been answered with but you went ahead hoping for the best in spite of it. You made a cup of peppermint tea and added just a little bit of honey, because such a bitter person couldn't possibly like excessive sweetness, then you headed out, humming and holding the steaming beverage in your left hand. You arrived at the bus stop around the usual time and he was standing by the sign like a mirage, stiff and taut, holding his suitcase in his right hand and eyeing the watch on the left with furrowed brows.

At first you walked closer than you usually would just to check if he was real or not. Then he looked into your eyes and you froze, enveloped by the scent of tea and suddenly so very uncharacteristically happy it was worrying. Your heart was beating fast as you handed him the cup and asked if he liked peppermint, and when he told you the process of offering somebody something went backwards you just laughed, forcing him to take the cup with a shake of his head. You didn't question his change of heart and he certainly wasn't one to address it of his own accord, which you were perfectly fine with. You spoke of the weather and his work, and he nonchalantly shared as little as he could whilst satisfying your curiosity as best as possible.

They were all trivial topics that would under no circumstances hint at the imminent relationship that was to form. Who of the two was to think you'd be, in only three years, sitting on the couch in his apartment, arguing about your relationship prior to kissing like the world was coming to an end? Neither so far. Levi would sense it later on - way later when his feelings would become more conflicted, and you'd never suspect the problematic nature of what was to come, as you'd never consider it an actual problem. That would all come in time, though. For now you were only the numbers 15 and 26 riding in a big bus that would drive him to work and you - to school.

Later you'd inquire about his work hours. Asking him if he had a girlfriend came a week after that. And then you found yourself spending minutes staring at each and every car passing your bus stop in the morning in search of his. You saw him less than a month later after his friend crashed his car for the second time that year. There would be three more, but he'd never seem all too angry about it. Riding the bus together became a shared activity for numbers 15 and 26, and by the time they became 16 and 27 the latter had already agreed to a cup of tea in a café and the former had fallen quite hopelessly in love. Your date on the hood of his repaired car would occur during a very chilly October and your first kiss would take place two months later, in the front seat in a vacant parking lot during a snowstorm.

All in all, Levi's ongoing emotional conflict made things indescribably hard for you and your adolescent optimism but it was eventually overcome. A secret relationship began on a very unmemorable date some weeks later, brought to life by your desperate wish for Levi to give you a chance and his incapability to refuse. Running from the inevitable had meant nothing to him until awhile ago but he'd begun sprinting back when he was still twenty-six and he needed some rest a year later, a little taste of what he'd been afraid of. A taste of something bad, something he wasn't meant to be doing. God, how your beautiful smile spoke of the opposite. It beckoned him closer to the fire until he burned, but it didn't hurt - there was only warmth. So he stayed, in spite of how unbeneficial he thought that was.

[its-shugo-chara-time]

Shugo Chara Jewel Joker Ch. 1 Review

I thought I'd go over my thoughts about the first chapter of the sequel.

So, can we first start off with how gorgeous this chapter cover is? Like I absolutely love how the same art style is still there but it seems more refined and...mature (I don't know how but it just does).

I'll be completely honest that I'm not super thrilled about them adding on another love interest to the sequel. It makes sense, but, not super excited about it. The fact that he already appears to just be a younger version of Ikuto feels a bit lazy on Peach-Pit's end. Sorry if that's offensive but those were just my initial thoughts.

I also really like that it's a sequel directly after the events of Shugo Chara Encore. I think exploring Amu's growth through middle school is such a great concept. The ~ cool and spicy ~ line still makes me smile every time.

It's so good to see Rima, Yaya, and Kairi!! AAAH THEY ARE ALL SO PRECIOUS, especially Rima. I always have adored her.

Also, Kairi and Yaya's dynamic is so cute. I think they balance each other out really well. I know some thought their "pairing", if you can even call it that, in Shugo Chara Encore random, but I think it actually works well. I'd love to see some of the chapters show how Kairi and Yaya are doing taking over the Seiyo Academy Elementary guardians, maybe even see who the new King, Queen, and Joker end up being.

And then there's the adorable prince. I spent so much of middle and high school years going back and forth between him and Ikuto as my favorite. I started off liking Ikuto then went to Tadase then back to Ikuto haha. Now that I am 26 years old, I can acknowledge that the age gap between Amu and Ikuto is definitely valid in people considering it problematic, which I would have adamantly disagreed with at 16. Now that I am a therapist and have seen a lot (to say the least), my opinion has changed. I can't deny the appeal of that relationship in a fictional setting but also can't deny that the age gap is not something that can be overlooked. It would never fly in real life. I'll just leave it at that.

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty disappointed when I first read this about her going to a new school. I was like NOOO I WANT TO SEE AMU WITH THE SAME CHARACTERS AND JUST SEE ALL THE RELATIONSHIPS DEVELOP MORE. Alas, though, I also can agree that the new school and new characters can be great for Amu's growth and journey. Plus, I mean, there's got to be an actual plot lol. So there's that.

I also love how Tsukasa is downplaying all of this. Like it'll actually only take a week or two. Or a semester haha. Also weird how he's just shipping them off with little regard for their actual education or wants. Did Amu's parents actually say yes to this? Haha. It's those little things that I think about that I wonder if anyone else does.

First appearance of the new mysterious cat boy. I wonder if they're making him (at least appearance wise) identical to Ikuto because Peach-Pit realized that Ikuto being with Amu is deemed problematic more so now or if it's just another distraction until Amu ends up with Ikuto ..or Tadase? I honestly have no clue what they'll end up doing. I also just wanted to say that if you all do ship Amuto or Amu with Ikuto, there is no judgment from me. I must acknowledge that it is inappropriate but at the same time, I also know the nostalgia and very cute story they have too. Their relationship is very sweet, but the age gap can't be overlooked. But anyway, still not thrilled about this new guy, sorry.

Oh my gosh look how cute they are!!! Amu's uniform suits her so well, I 100% support her wearing that the rest of the series. Tadase also looks super cute too with that coat. He looks more grown up, aw.

I don't know how all these children get to go to these academies that look more beautiful than some cathedrals. Also can't wait to see how this new cute villain guy contributes to this story. I wonder how he'll differ from the other villains like Nikaidou and Kairi's sister (why can't I remember her name?) or the Easter director guy. I think Nikaidou has been my favorite "villain" so far. I think he was the most developed one.

I like the concept of the X not disappearing and having this cultish academy where everyone already has guardian characters. Where did the X egg go though? Did it just disappear? Am I stupid because I seriously don't know why it's not mentioned after this haha like where did it go? And whose was it? Can't wait to see why all the students are desensitized to this haha.

Possible villain number 2. I like her character design. I kind of like how she's more passive aggressive toward Amu instead of how it was with Rima and Utau where it was full on aggression at the beginning. I don't think we've really seen Amu handle that dynamic and I'm curious how their relationship will develop. It's funny how Amu knows there's something off about her immediately. Amu definitely isn't naive like she can read that the girl doesn't have good intentions pretty quickly.

Okay, this conversation that Amu has with Rima is so cute though. Whether I can fully ship Amuto or not, I have to say Rima giving Amu relationship advice (albeit, not good advice haha) is hilarious and we need to see more of this please.

Gosh I love Amu's different faces. And that's she's a scaredy cat.

Can we just remember -

And many, many more amazing Amu reactions from the anime.

I'll close with, I still don't like new boy but I guess I can't say I permanently think that until he actually gets formally introduced. I hope he's distinctly different from Ikuto or else it just feels kind of pointless having him there.

Welp, that's my commentary! Sorry that was EXTREMELY long. It's also almost midnight where I live, like wow I sure can blab about this manga for a long time. Please comment or like if you at least somewhat enjoyed this little review. Or if you didn't like it. I'm open to suggestions haha, or light-hearted, respectful debates. I'm very new to being back on tumblr so if my formatting is horrendous I'm down for some advice. I also will be posting about the second chapter in the upcoming days so be looking out for that too! Excited to be back on here and see what you all think about the sequel :)

[octuscle]

Tim and Tim swap lives

When he started his traineeship at the local newspaper, Tim had rather hoped to report on exhibition openings or opera premieres for the feature section. That was more his world. But his first job was an interview with a heavy-metal singer who had become a bit of a has-been. The singer had made headlines recently for his marital violence and his drug and alcohol excesses. Tim had had a fetish for heavy metal in the past. Sweaty singers in tight leather pants. To the Twisted Sisters video of "We're not gonna take it" he had jerked off more than once. Good suburban boys who become rock stars. That had already been to his liking. But everything he'd researched about his interviewee beforehand indicated that he'd been hot a long time ago. Now his best days were long gone. Oh well, it was a job. And he was just the volunteer. He had probably also been chosen only because the singer's name was also Tim.

For the interview, Tim had picked out some hopefully suitable clothes from his brother. And so he waited in the backstage area to finally be able to conduct the interview. The manager had led him to the dressing room, put a Coke in front of him, and walked out angrily ranting. "Where is that drunken piece of shit again?" heard Tim yelling him. After more than an hour, the door opened and the band's lead singer staggered through the door. He grunted something like a hello and disappeared directly into the restroom. Tim heard his interview partner vomit first. And then snore. Tim carefully opened the door. And the singer was lying in a puddle of vomit and urine, blissfully asleep. Shit, what was he supposed to do now? Wake him up? Seemed inappropriate to him. So Tim did something he should have done an hour ago: He answered his own written questions himself.

Question: They say your career is over. What do you plan to do to get back to your old successes?

Answer: Over? Now it's just getting started. I've been sober for a year, eat healthy and spend every free minute in the gym. I'm far from being at the end.

Energy coursed through Tim's young body. His muscles grew visibly.

Question: But financially you are at the end. Is it true that the private bankruptcy had to file?

Answer: Fuck, I've spent a lot of money on shit in the last few years. The tattoos alone have cost me a fortune. And I've had bad advisors. But with my new manager, things will pick up again. I also have a responsibility for the band, which is my family.

Tim's flawless skin began to discolor in various places. Tattoos formed and began to cover his entire upper body.

Question: Why this late change of heart? You've been in the business for decades, right?

Answer: Decades? Kid, you're exaggerating. I've been living heavy metal body and soul since I was 16. That's not even 20 years.

Tim aged in seconds. He was no longer 22 but 34. His hair had grown into a long mat. His skin definitely showed traces of many excessive parties. But he still radiated a lot of energy and masculinity.

Question: A final private question: What do you say to the accusations of violence against your wife.

Answer: (Loud laughter) Are you kidding me? I married that bitch for the press. Never touched her. For years I've only fucked the asses of hot reporters like you.

Of course Tim couldn't write it like that. No one would believe it. But only snoring continued to come out of the toilet. Tim didn't think he would be able to do the interview. He pressed save and closed his laptop. At that moment, he heard the toilet flush. His young and crisp interview partner came out. "Any more questions, boy?" he asked. "No, thank you very much for this very frank interview. I wish you all the best as you restart your career." replied the lad from the local paper. Tim had needed to get that off his chest. That felt good. Now the tour could go on. But before he went on stage, he desperately needed to relieve some pressure. "All the best to you, too, boy. Now come and get your reward, groupie." Tim unbuttoned his leather jeans. And the other Tim got down on his knees.

The concert was a huge success. A legend was back. But the sensation was the article by a young local editor about the singer's coming out.

[freesia-writes]

Ok here you go. I love these drunken headcannons about the Batch. (would insert a link if I could) But I would love to hear some more black out drunk headcannons of our beloved Commanders and Captains. (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Howzer, Gregor, Bly, Rex... I don't know are there more? You can choose ;))

Love ya!

Hmmmmmmmm I will do my best. <3 But I feel wildly unqualified because I really don't know Cody/Wolffe/Bly/Fox yet. Need to re-watch and read more stuff here. So I'll take a shot in the dark. I've read some of the others but I can't remember any specifics, hahaha! So forgive me if I repeat any ideas already shared -- we do have a collective consciousness about these guys anyway, don't we? :D Slightly NSFW below the cut!

Cody - starts texting Obi-Wan with increasingly hilarious (and inappropriate) suggestions of how to be more efficient on missions. Sits in the corner of the bar, typing like a madman and giggling uncontrollably to himself. Someone approaches to ask how he's doing and he stifles it real quick, shoving the comm in his pocket and looking way too stern all of a sudden, pretending like he's totally normal (or trying).

Wolffe - hmmm. I'm thinking about Rebels Wolffe here. I think he'd start telling jokes that go from cringey cheesy to hilariously dirty, and the glint in his eye would be accentuated by his scar and cybernetic eye. He'd get Gregor-level eyebrow waggles. And girls would start hitting on him and he'd be like, "Oh, what's this? My bad! Yes, come on ladies, there's room for all of you." XD

Fox - dang, I don't know this guy at all, so I'm gonna be boringly cliche and say he'd start shit-talking Palpatine like no other, from silly things to stuff that has the clones with him looking around nervously and telling him to be quiet. He would probably piss on something of Palpatine's on his way home for the night, too. Or teabag his desk or somethin.

Howzer - mmmm. My sweet boy. Shiny Howzer would be VERY different, but grown Howzer… if he got that drunk… hm. I can see him doing karaoke. Singing stuff like the "I would walk 500 miles" song (I'm Gonna Be is the real name) and getting the whole bar to join in, and then the next morning his squadmates are teasing him about what a charismatic entertainer he was and he's absolutely refuses to believe them (but is secretly pleased inside, LOL). He's completely oblivious to the [HORDES] of women (and men and non-human sentients and every other identification) hitting on him all night and is just focused on having a damn blast. He'd wake up with lipstick marks on his face FOR SURE.

Gregor - (sorry, this is gonna have some language). I would love to be here for this one. ;) You thought he giggled and smiled a lot when he was sober? BUCKLE UP BITCHES. He's gonna be telling stories that he can only remember HALF of and can actually verbalize even LESS of because he's laughing himself to tears and gasping for air between the words so much that you can't discern what the FUCK he was talking about anymore, but you find yourself giggling too because he's just having such a good time and you can't help but be carried along. He would find the most random people at the bar and instantly become their best friend, buying them a drink and proclaiming them to be the greatest person in the galaxy. Him and Howzer at the same bar would be… oh my gosh… the bar would spontaneously combust. I NEED TO WRITE THIS.

Bly - dang, I don't know this chap much either, so again gonna play it safe and say he'd be texting Aayla about how much he wants to motorboat her securas and shroom tat his own face with her lekku. Every time it happens he gets another ridiculously lewd and hilarious tattoo in a place that only she will see… I absolutely can't think of ONE but you know what I'm talkin about. ;)

Rex - precious man. He'd be pretty subtle at first -- feeling super buzzed but able to hide it really well -- and would start commanding his boys in increasingly ridiculous ways, or calling them out on stuff they thought he didn't know about, and they'd be getting increasingly nervous and panicked and sweaty until he goes too far and they realize he's trashed and totally joking. But then they turn it on him and start telling random girls "Hey that guy's been staring at you all night" and laughing their asses off as girls approach him and he has his awkward panic. I don't see Rex as a one night stand kind of guy. And not a word of any of this is shared the day after.

and MAYDAY - mwahahaha. You just KNOW this guy is the most subtle drunk at the bar. His humor is so dry that it goes over half the people's heads, and his pickup lines to girls either have them wrinkling their nose (most of the time) or laughing and leaning in because they're just as snarky as he is (rarely). I think he's all about business on duty, with a thick layer of sarcasm on top of it all, but when he's a free man and under the influence he's making out with girls in the refresher and telling them to pull his hair. ;) Probably arm wrestling occasionally, and is totally understated about it (not a lot of bravado) but wins almost all the time.

Sorry it wasn't too terribly NSFW. ;)

[stormblessed95]

Hi Storm! It might seem a shady question, but it's just curiosity: have you ever disapproved of something the boys did or said, or felt that something wasn't exactly your cup of tea?

I'm thinking about the fact that even between the closest and most affectionate friends disagreements can happen, and that it can happen also with idols, actors etc; I'm thinking about the recent declarations of Jackson Wang, and on a more personal note of a disagreement I had with one of my best friends. It never happens, and then it happens, and I was wondering if you ever felt like this towards BTS, since I think you have a cool and rational perspective on things and you aren't one of those fans that follow blindly their myths.

Personally, I don't have any issues with BTS, and even if I think about some wrong stuff like the misogynistic lyrics Namjoon wrote when he was very young, I also think about his mature and responsible reaction, and how he addressed clearly the issue for what it was without trying to sweep it under the rug. He held himself accountable, a thing that can be hard, so it was worthy of respect in my opinion.

About what is or isn't my cup of tea, I think I feel less of a connection with Taehyung, but this doesn't mean I don't find him quite funny, or adorable or smart, at times. It just means I feel less drawn to him and more towards other members. I think it means he's not my bias? I still don't really use the terminology 😅

I made these two examples in hope you see this question as sincere and not as a provocative one: I adore BTS, I just think they're humans and deserving to be treated as such.

Hi, BTS are humans and they are not infallible. Of course that's okay to talk about, as long as the conversation is respectful, which you have been and I appreciate. Yes, there have definitely been things they've done that I haven't liked. Most honestly that I think they've grown and learned from though honestly too. Because they are geniunely good people.

In their early years, they did have some issues with cultural appropriation with their use of black culture in, probably an effort to be more hip hop, but just ended up being inappropriate. As well as some issues with cultural appropriation for Native American Cultures as well. Some hairstyles they (all) did, using AAVE a few times in an earlier interview in not a great way, some not great comments about not wanting to be "too tan." And honestly, mostly after 2015, they grew up a lot and things got better and they seemed to learn. There haven't really been any similar type issues that I know of and they are in general, much more sensitive and culturally aware. Especially considering the world wide stage they now stand on. And while I fully appreciate their growth and respect it, doesn't make me not cringe and some old photos of theirs at times too. (Although there also isn't as many instances as antis like to pretend there are) But it's not an issue for them currently. And Namjoon even apologized for his past actions in cultural appropriation during an interview before too and made a log video with an apology later as well too. A very sincere one. Similar to his apology for any participation he had in misogyny with his lyrics. Fully owning up to it and growing.

I also, and this is the only one that is still something that is hard for me sometimes, hate how entrenched they are in diet culture. And I know a lot of that has to do with how they were raised and probably lowkey traumatized in the kpop industry where that is a HUGE deal. But while they are professionals, and they do have staff and med staff and trainers with them to help make these sometimes unhealthy choices to be healthier. They do have a lot of people who look up to them and I sometimes wish they would be able to help preach a healthier relationship/mindset with food and with body positivity towards themselves. I do think they have gotten BETTER about this, but it's still prevalent. I don't necessarily fault them for it at all either. Because it's an industry thing and self love is a continuous and constant journey. I actually have an ask about this topic too that I've been sitting on and trying to figure out how to best answer that and I'll get into it more then, or maybe I won't and I'll keep my answer more general. It depends on how much I think I actually have to say about it all. Lol I'm not REALLY wanting to open these topics up for debate or discussion really as I don't think there is anything that can be added here and be a productive conversation.

The misogyny issues brought up were never ones I personally found offensive, but that's just me and I know other people can feel differently about that as well. And that's okay.

Overall though, they are geniunely good people, tend to make good decisions, and geniunely care about people, the world, their fans, each other, etc. I trust them, I also trust them to make good decisions for themselves and those around them and as examples to the world. I trust them to learn and grow from any mistakes. And I trust them to do what's right for them and trust in them as good hearted people, because they really are. Hopefully that all makes sense and this is taken and received well, as I mean it to be. Love them all so dearly. And love yall. Thanks for the ask 💜

[boricuacherry-blog]

When I was 13, I went to him for boy advice. He told me that I was beautiful and that boys were stupid. He then sent me a photo of myself that he had screencapped from my Instagram, telling me that I was, quote, "Such a cutie." I took and uploaded that photo online a year earlier when I was 12 years old. He saved that photo of me onto his phone. I didn't realize how disturbing that was for many years. Later, another instance of creepy behavior happened when I was spending time with him at the age of 14. He told me that he couldn't believe how much I'd grown since he last saw me. He said that I wasn't little anymore, and I was, quote, "A woman now."

When I was 15, I noticed a huge shift regarding his treatment and attitude towards me. When I was younger, he was sweet and actually wanted to talk to me about my life. But at 15, he started sending me messages about how, quote, "Hot," I was. In the summer of 2017, I messaged him, telling him that I was going to see him in concert in the following months. He replied by telling me that he couldn't wait to see me. He also asked me, quote, "How old are you now?" I told him 15. He then told me to, quote, "Hurry up. Don't smile at me." Not too long after that, his messages to me became blatantly sexual. This eventually led to many months of inappropriate messages and photos being exchanged over Instagram and Snapchat. The photos exchanged includes photos of my body, and photos of his body and his genitals.

In the beginning, I was excited. I thought that he really liked me and I felt that I meant something to him, but that didn't last. Back then, the last thing I wanted was to lose him. Not only because I was completely infatuated with him, but because I became scared of him. There were times where I felt really uncomfortable talking to him in such graphic sexual ways and wanting to be left alone. But I had a very hard time telling him that, because I was terrified of upsetting him. So I would make excuses. When I did, quote, "Upset him," he made me cry. If I didn't give him what he wanted, he was spiteful. It made me feel guilty. He made me feel disgusting and absolutely awful about myself. At that point, it was control. I felt trapped and stuck because I still idolized him. He had me wrapped around his finger. This caused a tremendous amount of stress and shame, crimes that he committed against me in Cleveland. I want to make something very clear. The reason that these particular incidents did not result any further than oral sex was because the defendant knew that I was menstruating at the time. Had I not been menstruating, then he would have raped me.

humiliated. I was struggling to sleep every night. The sexual messages continued for awhile after that until I eventually put a stop to them. I did that by confronting him about what he had done to me. I confronted him in September of 2018, just weeks before I reported the Illinois and Ohio crimes to my local police. I chose to confront him about what he had done to me because I wanted to gain my power back. I had to suck up all of the fear that I felt in order to confront him. He ignored me for many days at first. Eventually, he tried apologizing to me for, quote, "Breaking my heart," but deleted those messages quickly afterward. His crimes are

him, and the others will now know exactly who they are.

The pain that the defendant has caused me is indescribable and it worsens every day. Being used by somebody who meant the world to me has left me feeling more hurt than I've ever been before. I am now 19. My life hasn't been the same since I was 15. I think about these crimes every single day. I feel like I'm in a constant dark place. Sometimes I wish I could disappear, so I can forget about what happened right after I reported him. My parents sent me to a therapist. So far, they have spent $7,620 in hopes that she can help me move forward from this. These crimes have especially impacted my relationship with my aunt. For a while, I could not fathom how my aunt had no idea what was going on. And that made me doubt the trust that I had in her. To this day, there is still tension and awkwardness between her and myself everytime I speak to her and look at her. I think about the defendant and what he did to me. My relationship with my aunt will never be the same, and that breaks my heart. My whole family is hurting, because I am hurting. Their trust in my aunt has been affected, too. My aunt blames herself for leaving me alone with the defendant. And then my parents blame themselves for placing our trust in my aunt to protect me and keep me safe. It's awful to hear [them] say that. Every night, I dread going to sleep because I don't want to see him in my nightmares. I have lost many nights of sleep because of this. I've lost count over how many times I fell asleep in class when I was in high school due to so many sleepless nights. I also occasionally had to leave school early due to having panic attacks that were triggered by these incidents during these panic attacks. I would struggle to breathe, sweat, shake, cry, and often faint. When I do sleep inducing in my nightmares, it throws off my entire day. I'm sorry. These crimes have affected my dating life as well. Every date I have since gone on has ended with me going home crying. Everytime I feel the slightest bit vulnerable around a guy, all I can think of and see is the defendant. I have serious trust issues because of him. Dating as teenagers should be a fun experience and should not be something that brings up trauma caused by a grown man.

The defendant's crimes against me are the worst things that he could have ever done to me. He was such a huge part of my childhood, and in return he ruined my life. Back when I confronted him, he told me that he didn't want me to hate him. I don't hate him. I loathe him. Now, I would like to ask you something important. Whether a person has a lot of influence, some or none at all, these are crimes that are unforgivable and inexcusable. They can never be taken back. He was calculating. He preyed on me and sexually abused me. He is a monster and a danger to children. I am kindly asking you to send a powerful message that these crimes are never okay, no matter who a person is. I also want to bring up the letter that I wrote to you. In my letter, I explained why the defendant is not remorseful for his crimes. I described how he has publicly found humor in them and how he has used tactics to gain sympathy from the public. He could have easily ignored the people online who were mocking this case. Instead, he went out of his way to let them know that he thinks it's funny. And he can give me that look all he wants, he knows exactly what I'm talking about. The crimes that he committed against me are some kind of sick joke to him. My suffering is not for him to laugh at or his leverage to brag about becoming a good man now that he is a father. So today, if the defendant tries to tell you that he is remorseful, I am asking you to appreciate that actions speak louder than words. Since his arraignment and plea hearing, his actions have been loud and clear, and they have shown that he simply does not care, and does not have an ounce of remorse. I won't be surprised if he tries to manipulate everybody into believing that he's changed, but he can't fool me. If he is truly sorry for anything, he is sorry that he has finally been caught. I can assure you of that. He committed these crimes against me with pride, a defendant who clearly feels no remorse for his crimes deserves to be given the maximum sentence possible. I will never forget what he did to me. I idolized and looked up to him, and he took that and broke it in the most sickening way possible. He is the epitome of evil. I deserve better than to be used for his sick desires, and for my suffering to be used for his amusement. Jared Drake Bell is a pedophile, and that is his legacy. Thank you, Your Honor.

[devcted]

she feels more shy by the second even if she tries her hardest not to show it. fidgeting with her purse that was shapes like a flower and smoothing out the bottom of her skirt to distract herself from how nervous he always seems to make her and the feeling grown even worse now that she was actually alone with the boy she had been in love with from the moment she even knew what love was. his girlfriend is in hogwarts possibly about to puke her guts out and laying in bed wondering where he's at while bee shamelessly flirts with him and invites him to her home.

she laughs a little at his words, shaking her head with a bright smile. "how about a nice wool blanket and fresh goods from our family garden and my mother would say she's the closest thing you will ever get to a house elf in that cottage." she smiles warmly in a playful manner. bee wasn't sure how she felt about the whole morality of having a house elf, it was slavery but almost every rich wizard had one...she's just happy to hear that one is treated lovely. "I'm sure he is a big fan of you." who wouldn't be.

her smile is big and bright, nervously pulling at the end of her skirt as he talks about her in such high praise, once again calling her beautiful with felt like it was the fourth time today. "oh, I'm starting to get the feeling you think I'm beautiful. not sure yet though, I might need to hear it again a few times." she teases, eyes flickering up at his own, his handsome face looking like it was created by some kind of god, like they took time when making him right down to the smallest details of the beauty marks on his face.

he tells her that it's definitely not her fault and it was where he was putting his attention, biting down on her lower lip again for just a moment as she processes it. "and where was your attention if not on your girlfriend? your family and the greengrasses are basically like watching celebrity couples." she teases. sometimes she wishes she was born rich and powerful, maybe her chances with regulus would've been more apparent a lot sooner.

"never said your family was." she didn't much care for those elders, they were hateful people and it's not like that family has a good reputation if you had your head on straight. being so worried about blood purity and shaming those who weren't, hell most wizards now had to have a muggle born somewhere in their family lines..."but you are, you're kind of like the prince you read about in stories with being tall and having nice hair and great clothes but also being kind and smart, hell even to the way you write it's so elegant." she smiles realizing she talks a bit much when it comes to him.

the idea of him dressing her makes her feel hot again, biting down on her lower lip. she's pretty sure she would stick out like a sore thumb in something like that but the idea of him dressing her was kind of sexy in a way even if it was extremely inappropriate for him to be saying such a thing. "I'd like that." she purrs. "and I wouldn't mind being your little doll for a day, I'm sure you'd take good care of me."

did she say it out loud? shit. it makes her shy again, because she did wear it for him even though she knew his girlfriend would be with them and she knows that's kind of fucked up to do let alone admit. "yeah...i wanted to see if you'd look at me and not her." she sounds a bit bitter and jealous in her tone. but it's ajrd to stay that way because he touches her waist and looks down at her like that making her cheeks change color and making it even more obvious she's starting to feel it between her legs as she walks. "maybe.." she pauses eyes looking up at him with an intense stare. "would you be okay with that if I did?"

she's always overwhelmed when it comes to honeydukes, so much to choose from that she doesn't know if she'll ever have a chance to try everything in her life time. "cauldron cakes sound delicious, I've also been dying for no-melt ice cream and some chocolates, plus neville wanted me to get him some chocolate frogs...he's trying to get carlotta pinkstone." she hums softly, going off to pick out her no-melt ice cream and some chocolates for her and her friend. "this place is the only reason that makes me wish I was rich, I'd buy so much more." she laughs. gazing Jo at him to think about how cute he looked here, picking out his lolipops and talking about his excitement. he's so lovely and it makes her wish she could just kiss him...but first she has to pay for everything she bought and he does too. "you got everything to satisfy your needs?"

bee offers to have him over at her home and it takes him by surprise a little, how warm and inviting she is. he already knows she is and it's one of the things he loves about her, but it's still not something he's used to, especially after being around stuffy types like pureblood slytherins. part of him hesitates, because should he really be getting close to her like this when he's a death eater? he wants to leave them, but does that make a difference in this kind of situation, where he could easily put her in harm's way without intending to? he decides to put the thought away for later, not having it in himself to brood right now. not when he's already ruined daphne's day for just a shot at being happy with bee, even if it only lasts tonight.

"i would like that," he says softly, green eyes lingering on her body still. "it has to meet a certain standard, though," he teases, his tone joking. "you have to wrap me in silk and feed me the treats by hand-- that's how we do it in the black household. then if you drop anything, our house elf gets sent to his room as punishment." he knows draco or any of his family would hate the jokes, but he can't help but poke fun at it all, because it can be so ridiculous. "i'm kidding, by the way. our house elf is actually treated well." he can't say the same for when the malfoys had dobby, unfortunately.

"yes," he answers, without any hesitation. "i think you're interesting, and fun... and beautiful." it's not appropriate to say the last part, but it slips out against his better judgement, unable to stop looking at her because she's so captivating. he sighs a little at her mention of daphne, brows furrowing. "i think that's less because of you and more because of where my attention was." it's regulus's fault that their relationship is on the rocks, but he's not sure it's the best idea that he save it.

"we're not royalty," he says dismissively, but appreciates the compliment anyway. "as much as my mother might let you believe that. when she talks about the house of black, she sounds like she's reading slam poetry or something." he smirks a little, trying not to think about the secondhand embarrassment he's gotten from her long winded speeches. "for what it's worth, i think you could pull it off... let me dress you up sometime." it's a flirty suggestion, bringing to mind the image of him actually dressing her naked body. "i'll pay for something you'd wear if you were 'one of us'... could help you put it on." in reality, bee has something that regulus knows he'll never have, coming from less financial privilege but definitely surrounded in more love. he's envious of her in ways, how soft and pretty she is, so radiant because she's been loved and nurtured her entire life. living in the black household is like being a plant in the shade, only getting enough sunlight to survive.

she tells him she wore her outfit just for his reaction, which makes him feel warm all of a sudden, drowning in that same need he felt for her when she was sucking on her finger and gazing into his eyes. "oh? you wore this just for me?" he reaches down, his fingers brushing her waist a little, green eyes heavy with desire as his gaze moves over her body again. he doesn't want to objectify her, but it's hard not to admire her curves, from her hips to the cleavage spilling from the top of her dress. "do you always think of me like that?" it gives him a thrill, imagining the way he might be in her mind as she's naked and picking out her clothes for the day.

he drops his hand from her waist, instead moving to open the door for her as they slip into honkeydukes. the shop is as colorful and busy as always, forcing regulus and bee into close quarters next to each other as they start browsing. they pass the sugar quills and drooble's gum before pausing, regulus reaching out to choose one of the lollipops that looks like it has a pumpkin flavor. "i have a taste for the whole store," he answers, smiling. "but these are a safe bet. so are the cauldron cakes-- can never go wrong with those. how about you?"

[watermelonsugacry]

Okay so I have this weird hc with 1dbandmember!reader where 1d is on interviews and they ask about Olivia and when Harry responded with "is Olivia even a person? A place? An emotion we'll never know" He answered for R because the interviewer was wondering if she was bi because she also sings songs about females and Harry was deflecting the question for R.

Ella you know he sooo did this and its something that i feel needs to be talked about since i got asked about this a few times

i always wrote/pictured yn as straight (but she's essentially you so you can decide for yourself) so whenever she was asked questions if she was bi because of their music, you know the boys would step in to deflect the questions.

so like when the interviewer dude is like, "ok, so yn, i heard that you helped write this song, right?"

and yn kind of perks up a bit because it's really rare that someone recognizes her for her song writing or being as much of a serious musician as the rest of the guys in the band. she gives a small smile and a curt nod of her head, "i did yeah."

"ok so i have to ask, who's olivia? is she a possible secret crush you have on a certain lady? is this you finally coming out and embracing your sexuality?"

and she internally deflates. it takes everything in her to hold her polite smile at the man who points the microphone towards her with an excited smile, acting like he didn't ask such an inappropriate question.

right as she's about to open her mouth to curve the answer like her media training taught her, harry steps in from her left.

"is olivia even a person? is olivia an emotion? is she a place? we don't know." he says with a grand sway of his hands. niall comes in questionings if its because the name maybe rhymes with 'live for ya'

"it's open to interpretation," yn speaks up from her spot between the boys. "so she can be who ever y'want her to be which i think can be really fun when it comes to music."

and the interviewer takes that as a good enough answer for time sake. as he reads another question from his deck of cards, yn discreetly and gently rubs her knuckles on the side of their thighs. niall puts his hand on top of hers while harry looks to her with a reassured furrow of his eyebrows and small nod of his head.

and it would OBVIOUSLY make everyone (especially yn) uncomfortable because no matter her sexual orientation #1: that stuff is personal & doesn't need to shared if she doesn't want to and #2: that's not the focus or image of her career.

since she would constantly be asked stuff like this during interviews for years on end, it wasn't until she left her old management (where they forced this image of a 'sit still, look pretty' attitude on her during 1d) and went solo that she said in an interview:

"look, here's the thing. since 99.9% of our audience were teenage girls, it obviously made sense to make songs directed towards females or use she/her pronouns. and to be honest, i never really had a problem with that. sure it was a little weird at first since i'm a straight female singing love songs to other females but the majority of the time it would only be in the chorus that i would have to sing along to; my verses were mostly for a general audience.

it only began to bother me when interviewers, grown ass adults, would question and pressure me--a teenager at the time--if i was bisexual and wanted to know about my sex life. like, who does that?

anyways, the boys were always there to speak for me when i wasn't able to. and they knew, they knew, that if i spoke up during those times in the way i wanted to, it would come back and bite me later with headlines and tabloids claiming that i wasn't 'ladylike' or i was 'over-dramatic, sensitive' or whatever else they want to say about me. and i'm very grateful for that, i really am. s'just now i really don't care what people say about me, v'heard it all at this point, y'know?

not to mention that as the albums progressed, we used a lot less pronouns and wha' not in our songs. but even then i still got questioned because of songs like Olivia. a song that i helped fooking write and produce!" yn let out a genuine laugh. "dunno, man. it is what is it now and m'just happy that the fans are still as supportive for me as they've always been--if not more so--so that's all that matters, really."

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Okokokokokok imagine this: its truth or dare time at the lair and the turtle is dared to kiss his crush (gender neutral), how does it go? Do the boys keep it at a peck or do they go full make out (they have their crush's consent to kiss them for the dare)

Let's imagine that both crush and turtle cant stop thinking about that kiss in the following days, and they're both a little bit awkward around each other everytime someone mentions it or something, would the boys act on it? Or would they wait for them to make a move?

Anyway your writing gives me life dude 💙💜❤🧡

This has sat in my inbox for well over a month, but hey, it keeps everything else in there company, right?

TMNT Headcanons

Why exactly does kissing your crush make emotions feel like punching??

Leonardo

Home boy was not about to admit that you made him nervous

Hell to the no x7

He's the brave, fearless leader, he's not scared of a dare

This is a massive lie

The second those words left Mikey's mouth Leo's face flushed hard enough to cause a hurricane

And you were amused beyond belief

It took everything between you and April to not lose your shit laughing as the oldest brother tried to talk his way out of it

"Come on Mikey! They're probably not even comfortable with that-"

"Hey Fearless! Why don't you let me figure that out on my own?"

Now personally, I've never seen a turtle buffer like a box computer but I can certainly use my imagination

"You don't gotta do it Leo, unless you're scared."

Well fuck, maybe the wink was a little too far

But it did seem to unlock Leo's ability to move his feet

You didn't even get the chance to have a single coherent thought before he kissed you

Luckily, you had about seven inappropriately bad jokes for once he pulled away

Your excuse was that being comedic about it helped the awkwardness between you afterwards

Because holy shit Leo needed it

He liked to think he was assertive but he practically tiptoed around you for days after he kissed you

No worries though, you had no issue with confronting him when you realized that he wasn't going to say anything

"Hey, I'm not sure if you've ever heard this but it's kinda off putting to kiss someone and not take them to dinner. Lucky for you, I'm a very forgiving person so I ordered sushi. Should be ready soon. Meet me at the observation tower downtown in half an hour?"

Despite the two of you getting together only days after that date his brothers still teased him relentlessly for it.

Raphael

Now Raph wasn't exactly known for chickening out on stuff (unless you count heights)

He was a solid wall of muscle, what was there to be scared of?

You?

Evidently so because the second April put the dare on the table he was up and leaving the room

A younger you would've been offended but when Leo began hollering after him you told him to pipe down through your laughter

"He'll be back in a minute. Dude's gotta give himself a pep talk first. Watch."

Man did you love it when you were right

Like a man on a mission Raph came storming back into the room, fast enough to where he wouldn't lose his nerve

April and Casey scrambled backwards when he leaned over you

"We doing this?"

"Well if we don't then I'll be wrong and that's kinda embarrassing so..."

He blanched, staring at you like you'd grown an extra set of arms

"Is that a yes or-"

"Oh just kiss me dumbass."

From your perspective everything exploded when your lips met, everyone else could've died on impact for all you knew

What you did know was that it went on for wayyyyy too long because Mikey was cheering and Leo was trying to get you two to stop

Did it help that April recorded the whole thing to keep as blackmail?

No, not at all. Dick move O'Neil

You would not believe the amount of pestering it took on Donnie's part for him to get Raph to text you in the days following

April practically dragged you back to the lair for game night

You both were so awkward around each other that he almost ended up trampling Casey's foot because he was staring at you

when you were all packing up to head home he pulled you aside

"Look I ah, about the other day- Was that alright? I mean- you liked it?"

This time you didn't fight your smile

"Yeah, I liked it. Did you?"

His response was a shy nod

Casey had to ruin the moment by popping in before either of you could speak again

But Raph did kiss you on the cheek before you left and he got your text later that night that you'd gotten home safe

Michelangelo

was the dare hilarious? yes absolutely

did the two of you crack up immediately after Casey said it?

also yes

Mikey wasn't shy around you or vice versa, the two of you were basically the same person if you ignored the fact that he was a literal turtle

in fact you had joked about it on your own time, more than once that you remembered

which was why now the two of you were grinning at each other like madmen

and without so much as sparing your friends a glance you were on your feet

"You can kiss me- but you gotta catch me first"

then you were gone, turned on your heel and sprinting through the lair towards the tunnels

both of you had broke into furious laughter halfway through the chase, you kept looking over your shoulder to taunt him before speeding up

everyone else heard your shriek of surprise when he snagged you around the waist before you could make your escape

they also heard that shriek get cut off when the youngest brother kissed you into literal oblivion

you would've giggled like a child through it but that likely would've led to suffocation or something and you didn't want to ruin the mood

when you finally separated you made eye contact and grinned childishly at him

he returned your smile for only a moment, then he shoved you onto your ass and took off towards the living area again, leaving you sputtering in dismay

you were panting by the time you stumbled back in and Mikey easily made room for you to collapse on top of him

the others were laughing and even Splinter cracked a knowing smile, this prompted you to glance up at your current seat and wink

"Guys I feel like this might be a good time to tell you that Mikey and I have been dating for over three months."

your moment of triumph was rewarded with the sound of Leo choking on a wonton and Donnie's displeasure of having broth spit on him

best dare ever

Donatello

if he were to be completely honest Donnie would admit that he'd probably do the macarena into another dimension if you so much as hugged him

he was willing to bet money on it

and he nearly dissolved when the words "I dare you to kiss Y/N" left his oldest brothers mouth

he just wanted to drink his damn apple juice, was that asking too much?

apparently so

he spared a glance over at you, swallowing the last of his drink

you were staring at the floor, a mouthful of whatever you'd just eaten making your cheeks puff like a chipmunk

downright adorable

Donnie looked back at Leo, eyes and cheeks burning with embarrassment and perhaps his brother recognized his mistake because he proceeded to take back the dare

you were still staring at the floor, a glassy sheen covering your normally vibrant eyes

"Y/N?"

your head turned so fast you swore you gave yourself whiplash, taking in everyone else's expressions before looking at the turtle who'd called your name

"yeah?"

Donnie gulped

"oh shit- did I miss an important social cue again? I zoned out, sorry."

the purple clad turtle shook his head, sighed, stood up, and left

well now you were both fucking confused and fucking concerned

hands tingly with their previous stillness you set your bowl down and prayed to whatever gods that existed that you didn't hurt your friends feelings

but Donnie didn't rejoin the group for the rest of the morning

and it wasn't until you were all getting packed up to head home that April told you what had occurred while your mind was elsewhere

to say you were infuriated was an understatement and your friend watched you storm through the kitchen and to the training room to let your anger out on a specific dumbass

"Leo what the fuck is your problem?"

the lab neighbored the training room and your words certainly caught Donnie's attention

"Y/N it was just a joke-"

"Jokes are supposed to be funny you pompous asshole. I don't know who shit in your cornflakes this morning but it wasn't Donnie and it certainly wasn't me."

the leader was at a loss for words

"I-"

"Nope, nuh-uh. You fucked up and you're gonna own that shit. Now march your ass over to that lab and apologize to him or I'll show you a real punchline. Emphasis on the punch."

he didn't know what else to do other than to get up and apologize to his brother

Donnie was touched

after the aforementioned apology you went to join your friends on their way out

"hey Y/N!"

Donnie was leaning against the tunnel in a position that told you he was trying to be casual but failing miserably at it

you opted to approach him instead of yelling your conversation across the hall

"yeah Don?"

"I- thanks? for what you did back there I mean."

and damn if you couldn't help but smile

"Nah- don't mention it, " you had to strain your legs a little bit but you managed to press a kiss to his cheek before returning to your normal stance

"I'll text you when I get home."

then he was watching you walk away, hand plastered to the side of his face in shock

he made it two steps on the way back to his lab before fainting

There are not words to describe how much I loved this damn thing. Hope you love it too! 💜

-Mars 🌠

[miraculermarinette]

After watching some episodes from season 4, this show has started to make me dislike Adrien. I'm annoyed by the fact that whenever he's in the wrong, the narrative frames the situation in a way that's supposed to make us feel bad for him.

It also follows this old tired trope of villainizing the other party whenever they defend themselves. When the woman stands up for herself and calls out the guy for his inappropriate advances, she's depicted as a b*tch, and the poor guy who's been rejected multiple times "Just can't catch a break" or "He just can't help himself".

I hate how whenever Marinette messes up (Not counting her obsessive behavior), the audience isn't expected to pity her because she's wrong, as it should be. However, that same standard isn't held for Adrien. He can almost kill one of Ladybug's teammates and the narrative will try to make everyone else apologize or feel guilty except him.

If that's not bad enough, you have his god-awful fanbase which only makes me dislike Adrien even more. You have grown adults defending this boy's immature and inappropriate behavior while simultaneously simping for him. In their eyes, he can do absolutely no wrong, and the show apparently did him dirty because he's not the primary protagonist, yet the entire narrative treats him like he's perfect and everyone else in his life is flawed. I'm also convinced that if people I didn't find Adrien attractive, he would be getting way more hate.

Adrien himself isn't even that interesting, it's his family history that's interesting. He's never carried the show, he barely contributes to being a hero, and worst of all, he's painted as this golden boy both in and out of the show, but in reality, he's a spoiled, entitled, unfunny, bland, idiotic, brat. Any sort of redeeming qualities he had was shafted in this season.

🔥🔥

Go off!

I hate how sexist and racist the writers are and the fans don't even care about that because their fav is not framed in the wrong.

Adrien did kill Aeon by mistake in the ny special but we were made to feel bad for HIM and not the mom that lost her daughter. What's worse is that he just quit after that and left the entire responsibility on Ladybug. Adrien needs to stop quitting all because he is sad. Marinette never quit no matter how sad she is and she never throws herself pity parties.

The trope of villainizing women who stand up for themselves is also very common in Indian movies which just makes me hate it more. Everytime when the male lead or chat noir disrespect their personal space and the girls stand up for themselves, the males pull out their "uwu I am sad " back stories and guilt trip the females to make them feel bad for breaking their hearts. Miraculous perfectly sums up every Indian Movie ever. Also, Lila and Chloe sometimes disrespect Adrien’s space like Chat noir does with Ladybug but the girls are framed as wrong for that while Chat is right and deserves her love.

And you are so right about his stans!. Adrien stans never accept chat's harrassment towards lb and say how creepy we are for calling him a harasser. It is still possible to like a character and acknowledge his flaws but Adrien stans don't do that. Their hypocrisy and double standards are so infuriating and they would blame Marinette for doing something while actively excusing Adrien if he does the same thing.

The funny thing is, when kids see miraculous, they can immediately figure out Marinette’s obsession is wrong but can't do the same with Adrien and any other character. I have proof as I also was in the same place once and I have a sister and three cousins who still think Adrien is perfect. And all of this is because Adrien cannot learn from his mistakes because he can't do wrong.

Honestly, if the writers can't treat boys and girls the same way, they need to be fired or at least given a smaller position in the writing team and replaced by good ones. And please PLEASE hire some female writers who actually know how girls act.

The fact that this is a girl power show is really insulting.

[bubblesuga]

Mahina || Part 1

Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 4,626 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.

"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"

Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.

"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."

"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.

"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.

"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.

Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."

Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.

"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.

"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."

Yeah, it definitely does.

~*~*~

"5, 6, 7-"

Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."

Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"

"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"

Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."

"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.

"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.

"One more time. 5, 6-"

It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."

Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?

"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."

Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.

You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."

"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.

Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.

It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"

"What?"

Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"

"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.

Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"

"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.

"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.

Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.

~*~*~

Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.

Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.

Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.

Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.

Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.

He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?

Right.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."

"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."

What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.

"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."

You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-

"Hey Jungkook."

Fuck.

Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.

"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."

"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."

You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.

"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.

~*~*~

The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.

Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.

Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.

As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.

He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.

"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."

"Oh? Like individual shoots?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."

"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,

"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,

"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.

Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.

Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."

"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."

"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.

Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.

He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.

At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.

Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.

The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.

You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.

"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.

Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.

He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.

It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.

A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.

Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.

"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.

He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.

He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?

"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!

"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"

"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!

"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"

He laughs, you snap a picture.

"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.

"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."

Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."

"What do you like about them?"

The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.

"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."

"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"

"Yes."

You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."

"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."

Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.

Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."

"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."

"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.

He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."

You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.

At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"

You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."

As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."

"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.

He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."

You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.

"Taste good?" He questions.

"Delicious."

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.

So he does.

Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.

"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."

Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.

Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.

"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.

"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."

Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.

He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.

His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"

"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.

"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"

You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.

Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.

"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.

Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

I'm still not done with Turning Red because I'm so glad children/young teens get to see themselves in this and be told they're not alone.

The one thing I remember from the PowerPuff Girls creator was that they had to make it available to all children. Meaning that they needed a show to cater to all genders. That was one of the criteria for the show to even be considered airing.

Which is why when people complain about a "selective audience" in childrens shows its often more age selective. For example, Turning Red. Anyone can watch the film and see some part of themselves either from the personalities of the characters or the actions.

I think people forget that identification and connection does not mean there always needs to be someone exactly like you in a film. It is nice to see someone with your body or appearance but also you can connect with a character completely different either through actions or expressions. Which is why people like Ariel and she is half fish!

A lot of people- mainly parents or older adults- say its inappropriate or a terrible film because they refuse to acknowledge some aspect of a character and just see surface level. I'm not saying you have to like the film or even the characters themselves because that is your opinion. However, mainly people complaining about the film won't give it a chance for small reasons. A period? They're showing something that most children and the audience has gone through? How dare they! Or "I haven't seen the film but I know those aren't appropriate subjects."

Like I'm glad they made a film about a girls coming of age. I'm glad they let kids know "we know what its like" because most of the things people don't like being discussed in the film is the same things they tell their kids to be ashamed of. Its an important conversation everyone should be apart of because there is nothing wrong with it and seeing a mother on screen be so supportive and kind explaining it is helpful.

And its not just periods. Fanfiction? She drew fanart/fanfiction and grown adults are disgusted by this as if they didn't crush on a fictional character or a celebrity before. There are plenty of children who do this and its normal. Its part of puberty and the influx of hormones. Which actually makes me think that a lot of the backlash is projection or a sense of shame/embarrassment watching it because of the way these topics have been treated and discussed for generations.

Or the boy crazy? "That's not something I want for my daughters" and it probably won't be. Children don't always follow what is on TV. I mean I have yet to buy an anvil and drop it off a cliff. I mean all the time I spent watching princess movies and instead of being straight I became gay. So, there is nothing to worry about at all. Plus, its not a bad thing for a girl to be crushing on guys or have a celebrity crush. It doesn't devalue her or make her less than other girls or other children.

I just think its nice that these coming of age aspects are made for an audience going through that.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I said you would get Peter back I never said that would make things better -Danny

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vii: Recruitment Day

"I don't wanna be here..." she groaned.

"He'll feel better if he sees you."

"I'm going to make it worse," she walked into the room and looked around, "but if I have to choose between making him uncomfortable and upsetting Fury... I guess is pretty obvious..."

They heard voices coming from the hall, Talos sat at the corner of the room and pulled out his tranquilizers, Cat stood next to him and leaned against a wall looking disgruntled.

"Look, I just wanna spend some time with MJ— we were talking about Paris and I think she really likes me..." Peter walked in with his back facing them.

The words stunned her, she wouldn't have moved even if the place had burst into flames.

"That's nice," Ned was the next person to wander in, "it reminds me of when Betty and I first fell in love..."

Betty and Ned!

"...I had just finished my fruit cobbler, right, and—" Talos shot him before he could finish his sentence.

She knew their lives had restarted without her, but she didn't think they would turn into this! Ned and Betty were dating? And Peter said something about MJ... for some reason, it made her want to cry, but she kept her mouth shut and brows furrowed, her emotions were pointless.

"You're a very difficult person to contact, Spider-man."

Peter turned around slowly, took the toothbrush out of his mouth, and stared at the man next to her.

"You're Nick Fury," he mumbled, "and you just shot Ned!"

"It's just a mild tranquilizer, he'll be alright," Fake Fury leaned forward, "so good to finally meet you! I saw you at the funeral, but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers."

"No, that would've been really inappropriate," Peter said with a nervous laugh.

"It's what I just said," Fury replied. "Agent Zero did her best to keep you away, she's against your recruitment."

"Agent Zero?" Peter finally looked at her. "That your name now?"

"Sorta."

"And you didn't want to recruit me?" His voice changed. "Is that why you pushed me away?"

Her eyes darted towards Ned and decided not to answer. She didn't know how Talos knew, cause she'd never told Fury about it, but that was true. She went to Fury begging to be hired in hopes that he'd look past Kurt and Peter. He'd done it, perhaps not fully, but he hadn't looked for them.

"The important thing is, you're here," Talos continued, "I tried to bring you here, you avoided me, and now you're here. What a coincidence."

"You what?" Cat turned to the man next to her. "You never told me that!"

"Am I supposed to report back to an agent below my rank?" He asked dryly.

The mutant bit her tongue. "Sorry, sir," she said, but it came out tense and full of sarcasm, "I wasn't thinking."

"Wait," Peter leaned forward with childish curiosity. "Was this a coincidence?"

The more she thought about it, the more something felt out of place, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"I used to know everything," Fury responded, "then I come back five years later and now I know nothing. No intel, no team— and a high school kid, is dodging my calls!"

"To be fair, Fury, a grown man shouldn't be calling an underage boy he doesn't know—"

"Here's what I do know..."  

Talos spoke over her, he'd been warned about her tendency to poke fun at her superiors, so he was ready to face it without losing his train of thought. Not that he was actually that grumpy anyway, Talos was a softie, everyone knew it.

She let Fury do all the talking, her mind was jumping from one thing to another and she felt she wouldn't be able to say a damn coherent sentence for at least another hour. Mr. Harrington came into the room and interrupted their talk, Fury remained deadly quiet while Peter got rid of him, and just when the teacher had closed the door, a second person knocked on it.

"Babe, you're still awake? You're not answering any of my texts..."

"Uhm..." Peter was on the verge of an anxiety attack. "He's asleep, Betty!"

"Oh! Already?" The girl questioned, a little embarrassed.

"Mmhm, yeah," Peter's hand tightened around his toothbrush.

Betty went away then, but Mr. Dell arrived right after and it made Talos lose his patience.

"Another person touches that door, you and I are going to attend another funeral," he got up. "Suit up! And you..." he pointed at her, "make sure he doesn't stay behind."

"He doesn't work for you," she reminded him. The man gave a step forward to scold her. "But I do, so of course, I'll do what you ask."

Fury exited the room and left her in the most uncomfortable silence of her entire life. She moved toward the boy's suitcase and searched for his suit just to do something.

"Was it true?" Peter said quietly. "What he said about the funeral..."

Cat didn't look at him. "You'd gone through enough, so I did my best to keep you and Nightcrawler out of this."

Peter gave a step forward and she stepped back in alarm, her body reacted on its own. The boy didn't seem hurt by this reaction. "I knew it!" He was a mix of joy and exasperation. "You could've just said—"

"You would've listened?"

Peter didn't reply, she walked up to his suitcase, pulling the red and blue suit from it. "Get changed."

"I'm glad to see you," he added before she could leave, "Thought you'd like to know... I mean, sounds like you think I'm having a hard time handling everything, but I'm... I'm better now."

Her hand grabbed the doorknob but she didn't turn it.

"Let me be clear," she moved her head slightly to the side, "we are not friends. This is no life for a boy like you. I was trained to obey my superior's orders and to be a team player, and that's all I'll be. Got it?" She pulled the door open. "Once I'm done here, we're back to being strangers."

Peter grabbed the suit and began to take off his clothes, when he heard the squeaky door closing he muttered. "She could've just said 'okay'..."

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[brideofcthulhu10]

Alright I know, another unrelated post but humor me here, I need to get this off my chest.

I know this won't seem like a huge deal, but knowing this is a show for little girls it just feels so frickin' wrong for so many reasons. Hopefully this can be a warning for other parents/guardians/older siblings as well. Keep in mind I've never ever been a "cancel culture" type person just because something minescule bugs me, nor have I ever been some cliche Karen-style parent bitching to a company about "this is inappropriate so its your fault my kid was watching this!" Rather than take responsibility. I am the parent first and foremost, and yes, once I recognized the inappropriate nature of this I changed it immediately. At first I even thought maybe I was overreacting, I kept watching to see if maybe I was misreading the situation and I found it only got more uncomfortable. So yes, I did turn this off. However, it doesn't excuse that this show is still made for and marketed to little children, particularly little girls (I'm talking between 2 and 13). The purpose of this post is just a warning to other parents or people with younger siblings who may come across this show.

So today, I decided to put on a show called "Flowering Heart" on Netflix for my 3 year old daughter.

Keep in mind when I found this, it wasn't in the teens or adult section, it was on Netflix Kids. Specially the Netflix Kids page. I grew up on anime since I was little, so naturally I wanted to find some cute magical girl shows to introduce to my daughter (pass down the nerd torch).

Granted it appeared harmless enough. A cute magical girl anime from Korea about 3 best friends who meet a magical Prince from a different world, and together through the power of magical makeup compacts and friendship they work together to give people hope and fight the "hopeless energy". Seems cute enough, and I really wanted to introduce my daughter to magical girl shows, a lot of them are great for little girls. So it started off pretty good, even I was warming up to it at first.

AT FIRST.

To give you a little clarity about why I grew to dislike it rather quickly, first of all, the main character is a 5th grade little girl. A 12 year old. Now in some other animes they do have younger children as their leads. Magical Do Rei Mi, Glitter Force, Little Witch Academia, even Ghibli films like Kiki's Delivery Service or Ponyo, that's really nothing too unusual. But here is where I had a huuuge problem:

Her romantic interests? They are two teenage boys.

Yeah. I'm not talking a grade above or something. Supposedly the two male leads are 14 and 16. Even her rival? Also a 12 year old little girl, Shuela, who just so happens to be engaged to one of the magical princes (literally named Prince Trump) and is in love with him. The main character, Ari, joins her two best friends Suah and Min fight the unseen meddling of Shuela trying to create "hopeless energy".

By transforming into fully grown women.

Yes, you heard right. These twelve year old little girls are able to transform into fully grown, adult women who take the power of whatever makeup disguise they use (ie police officer, stewardess, life guard, pop idol, etc.) that varies based on the emergency of the episode (mostly situations like a figure skater who lost her motivation, or her friend is having a hard time babysitting).

This also includes several romantic interactions with our lead Ari, and her object of affections, Prince Trump.

Prince Trump, mind you, is completely aware that Ari is secretly this "adult". He knows she's a 12 year old, and actively flirts with her.

At first I thought it was a little weird the boys appeared older than the girls. I thought maybe it was just a style choice, that they were closer in age than I thought- nope. Teenage boys. I mean they don't even try to hide the age difference by making them shorter or making the girls look older like Sailor Moon (who was 14 at the start). No.

These girls look and act like 6 year olds, including their very childish outfits to make them appear even younger- despite being 12. Meanwhile these boys act, sound, and appear to be in their twenties.

Maybe I could just ignore it, suppress the utter nasty of it all and just enjoy them kicking butt as magical girls if the romance itself was an after thought. Oh no no no! You see, this is the main focus of the anime!

A love triangle (er, square) between two ALMOST ADULT MEN and two 5th grade girls (and yes, they do clarify these girls are in 5th grade and that these boys are 17).

This extends to the other male love interest, Prince Chess, who jumps from being a chubby blue hamster dubbed "Tubby" who lives in the main leader's bedroom, and a very attractive teen boy. Now he is no better, including blushing when he holds hands with Ari, and being jealous of his brother Trump when Ari goes on the ferris wheel with him. Even commenting his cotton candy didn't taste sweet anymore because she had a crush on his brother. This wasn't "he met her in her magical girl form and fell in love but doesn't realize she's a child". Both boys met her while a child, and both boys are aware even in this magically made adult body, she is actually an underage girl.

Its just-EUGH! The more I watched it the more the situation dawned on me how nasty it was. They don't play it like a cute crush or just a fling (like how in Kodocha, Sana thought her bodyguard was in love with her, but he made it very clear he's an adult and that's not appropriate). Again wrong. This is portrayed as a serious romance.

I seriously don't get why they didn't make them late middle school or high school age?! Why a bunch of elementary students are being romantically shipped with high schoolers?! It really is a shame, because the art is very cute and pretty, hell most of the characters are pretty likeable with decently done voice acting. (Granted the plot drags on for a while) But I seriously cannot get past these underage children being romanticized with teenage guys. I'm amazed that's even on Netflix and Amazon Prime! So yeah, take it with a grain of salt if you'd like, I know there's gonna be some who disagree with me because the reviews have been very split down the middle (some adore this show, others say it's obviously inappropriate), I myself am still very mixed about it as it was a good show up until this main issue (I didn't even get to the love rival almost letting a child DROWN so she could collect the "hopeless energy"). If you disagree and enjoy this show, more power to you I guess(?), this is really just to give a heads up if you or someone you know have kids and were thinking about putting this on. My advice? Just opt for Magical Doremi or Hamtaro instead.

[thegreymoon]

Hi, I'm reading 2ha currently but I've stopped atm because I'm at the part where it's explicitly stated that wanning fell in love with mo ran when moran was 15years old? Is it true? That wanning has had a crush on mo ran when mo ran was just 15 while wanning was 30+? Isn't it grooming then?

LOL, no offence, anon, but I had a little chuckle at the idea of CWN grooming anyone 😂 He is just not capable!

OBLIGATORY WARNING: SPOILERS!!! 

The fact is, this book has a list of warnings as long as my arm that includes all kinds of obscenities, including mutilating and cannibalizing children, treason, torture, murder, genocide, sexual slavery and all flavours of non-con and rape. There are plenty of legitimate reasons to be uncomfortable and not touch it with a ten-foot pole, however, grooming is not one of them. 

When the mentions of this novel first crossed my dash, I checked out the summary and was immediately put off by it being a teacher/student relationship, which is a particularly squicky power imbalance for me and something I usually can’t click out of fast enough. However, when I actually sat down to read it, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that 2ha actually subverted the power dynamics. 

First of all, grooming implies a predatory intent. It involves manipulating a minor into entering a sexual relationship. All key elements that would make it grooming are missing in this case. CWN has no predatory intent (or any intent, for that matter, unless it is to protect Mo Ran, teach him well and watch him prosper), he is incapable of manipulation and, honestly, sex does not really occur to him as more than a vague theoretical concept and something he knows other people practice, but which is certainly not a possibility for him. 

In addition, in the context of the society that they live in, the taboo of their relationship is not the age gap, but the fact that they are master and disciple, which, again, makes all the sense to me, because of the inherent power imbalance between a teacher and a student, and the sacred obligation they both have towards each other (but especially CWN towards Mo Ran). 

Another important thing: loving someone, and even finding them sexually attractive, is not inherently predatory. Acting on it is. There is a reason why the “But he wanted it!!” and “We’re in love!!” line of defence is laughable and gross in the context of large power imbalances, be it age gaps or teacher/student relationships. No matter how horny the teenager is, as an adult, it is your responsibility to make sure that no lines are crossed, and CWN absolutely maintains that boundary. Before the time skip, there is not a single instance of sexual contact between them that was not initiated (or forced upon CWN) by Mo Ran.

When it comes to CWN’s feelings towards Mo Ran, yes, they are soft, and yes, they are deep, and yes, even idealistically romantic, but everything about them is just so... innocent. All it ever amounts to is, ‘If I had a better temper, and if I was more beautiful, or if I was not so old, then maybe I could hope he could love me!’ But he never ever acts upon it. He does not think it is even an option for him. In fact, the book makes a point of underlining that he makes sure not to burden Mo Ran with his feelings. 

There is absolutely no grooming going on here, CWN keeps his love well hidden, to the point that for the longest time, Mo Ran thinks he does not even like him. In addition, CWN is ashamed of his feelings. He is well aware of the master/disciple taboo, he thinks his feelings are dirty and inappropriate and he does his absolute best to suppress them, to the point where these thoughts don’t even get the chance to fully form before he squashes them. 

Another important thing to mention here is that CWN was was raised by a monk and that his cultivation path was one of abstinence. Left to his own devices, sex with Mo Ran (or anyone else, for that matter) would never have happened. Another sad aspect of this whole thing is that CWN is utterly inexperienced, he has no idea how sex between men is even supposed to work, until Taxian-jun gets a hold of him. In his second life, the only reason he has any sexual thoughts at all is because of his explicit dreams involving adult!Mo Ran, which are not really dreams, but memories of a very thorough sexual education forced upon him by Taxian-jun. It is also important to note that CWN is very ashamed of what he thinks is a product of his own dirty mind and that he takes extra measures to make sure that he maintains an appropriate distance between himself and Mo Ran. 

I think it is no coincidence that CWN’s sexual attraction towards Mo Ran comes to the forefront after the time-skip. It is pretty clear that CWN is suddenly all hot and bothered and cannot control his boners only after Mo Ran has fully grown into an adult. It is obvious that he gets hard for the adult man in a way he never did for the boy. Another important aspect of the time-skip is that a lot of Mo Ran’s character growth and maturing (mental and emotional) takes place during this time, apart from Chu Wanning, which creates this huge dissonance in CWN’s brain and also eliminates the inevitable squickiness that would have resulted from him lusting after someone that he personally raised to adulthood.  

And all this is without even getting into what TXJ did to him when he captured him. CWN was so unwilling, it took a lot of time and extended torture before TXJ forced him to cooperate in bed. Even Mo Ran 1.0 was extremely predatory towards CWN, though he did eventually grow himself a moral compass after the time skip, and though the instincts to just hold CWN down and take him were still there, he had learned the importance of consent. When it comes to their sexual relationship, there is not a single moment where Mo Ran was not the one pulling all the strings. 

Anyway, TL;DR Chu Wanning never did a single thing wrong in his entire life. 

[nameless-shrimp]

— far away.

Satoru Gojo maintains a strong and silly connection with you while he's far away.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: Swearing. Gojo Satoru is a little shit.

Shrimp Notes: Just 'cause I love him. Also, this is pretty bad. It's 2am here.

Regardless of where he was, he'd send you text messages and funny photos of his trips despite both of you in completely different time zones. Sometimes you groan in frustration when you wake up to the phone light going off and it's your lover sending you photos of a bunch of souvenirs that he bought. Idiot, as if he wasn't cluttering so much of his traveling possessions in the bedroom already, though you'd always have a smile on your face.

Whenever he'd finish a meeting or is done for the day, even if it was nighttime there and you were at work/school in the morning, he'd shoot you a call. (Sometimes, your phone rang out loud in the middle of your shift/lecture, and you'd huff at him for calling you at the most inappropriate times, but you couldn't blame him since he wouldn't have known since you were far away).

(Truth is, he kind of memorized your schedule. He can only imagine your angry and embarrassed face every time he knew you would forget to turn your ringer off sometimes).

He'd take you 'out' to dates, so while you were at home, just finishing a cup of your favorite drink in the morning after you had just woken up, he'd video call you on his phone and he's out eating sushi, steak, or some expensive food. Funnily enough, he'd order two meals, leaving one for you; although you couldn't eat it, of course, he'd still order extra food for you to fill in the empty void.

You swore he was an idiot, plenty of times, you were convinced that he had to be born an idiot whenever he'd send photos of his students acting obnoxious and the times he'd tease them to no end. This was a grown man and he was wearing his female students' clothes and then putting ice down the boys' sleeves as if he was in middle school or something. (At least his students could understand the torture you go through. Nonetheless, you loved it).

He'd fall asleep with you on the call while you watched videos or did your own thing as he babbled on about specific curses and how his day was. After you shared and talked about your day, he always went on about how he missed you and that he loved you unconditionally.

He'd send you money randomly. Your phone will ding and you'd realize that the man sent you way more than you expected for lunch. Sometimes, this led to you freaking out about how much he was spoiling you. ("Don't act like you don't love it, honey," he'd smirk on the other end of the line, and you couldn't argue back because he was damn right. You loved being spoiled by this fool.)

During your tough days, he'd send you text messages and photos of him posing next to a dead curse. However, since you couldn't see it, you basically saw nothing next to him. He knew that this made you laugh since he looked silly and stupid. Usually, at the end of his day, he'd ask for you to vent to him about what's going on and he was there to reassure you.

"I'll be home soon, baby," Satoru would always remind you that he was coming home to you no matter what and whenever you'd have moments where you missed him a lot, he'd order food to have it delivered to your shared home or have one of his friends, such as Nanami, come and take you out for some coffee to keep you company.

Megumi was the closest student you were with, though both of you never really talked much unless it was how his training was going or that Gojo-sensei was being obnoxious. Most of the time, he's texting you that he's going crazy whenever Satoru was being himself. ('Please save me', was the majority of Megumi's texts, and he'd send a video of Satoru poking his cheek).

Satoru made sure to buy you a new dress/shirt or some candies whenever he's far away. He always thought of you and wondered how you put up with a silly man like him. (You thought the same, though). However, when he looks at the messages you'd send him of you telling him that you loved him and that you were thinking of him, his heart would flutter and then remember that you were his and he was yours; though he was far and insanely stupid in his own childish ways, it was to make you and others laugh, and he kept always kept you in mind.

When Satoru finally came home, he'd greet you with a lot of affection, and all of your plans for the day would have to be paused since you missed him so greatly. The scent of his cologne, his alluring eyes, and the smile that grew on his lips every time he glanced at you; you missed it all, and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

"I'm home," he'd always say. "I know I am because you are my home."

Sometimes, you don't know whether to smack, laugh, or cry at his usual comment. You still loved it though. Hell, you loved him. And you knew how much of a fool he was, but you could never let him go.