#like he’s changed. and you know he’s a bad guy but he’s doing things that nobody else is really capable of doing. making changes on large

[peasack]

Was watching tiktok, then I remembered those videos people would make in 2020 on how characters would react to walking in on you changing.

Decided even though it's not 2020, gotta get those vibes again.

Hope you enjoy!!

Thunderbolts x Teen!Gn!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts walking in on you changing headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

He's got his phone in his hand, about to ask if you wanted to order takeout. He raps his knuckles on your door.

“Hey, kiddo, quick question—”

Door creaks open as he’s talking.

You’re halfway through changing your shirt.

John freezes. You freeze.

“Oh my God.”

“Oh my God.”

SLAM.

The door practically rebounds from the force he shut it with.

There’s a long pause.

From the hallway: “I SWEAR I KNOCKED. I—I DID KNOCK.”

“YOU DIDN’T WAIT FOR ME TO ANSWER.”

“I PANICKED, OKAY?! I PANICKED.”

You flop face-first onto your bed, groaning into your pillow. “It’s fine, John. Seriously. Just forget it.”

“I CAN NEVER FORGET IT.”

You can hear him pacing. You know he’s running through about fifteen ways he could’ve handled this better, overthinking every millisecond.

You can hear him mutter some things through your door, whatever he's saying is inaudible though.

You swing open the door. He nearly flinches like you’re gonna throw something at him.

“You’re overreacting.”

“This is humiliating for both of us. I need to go for a run now. I need to process.”

You start laughing because the guy is seriously spiraling over this. He finally cracks a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay, look… wanna order pizza? On me. Extra toppings. You can embarrass me for the rest of your life if you want.”

“Deal.”

✦ Bucky Barnes

Bucky knocks, but let’s be real—he’s still not great with the “wait for a response” thing. So he gives a courtesy tap and strolls right in, mid-sentence.

“Hey, kid, you seen my—oh.”

He freezes as you whip around, halfway through pulling your hoodie over your head, your shirt clutched in your hands.

His eyes go a little wide but his face stays mostly flat, just the tiniest twitch of his eyebrow. “Right. Bad timing. That one’s on me.”

He calmly steps back and gently pulls the door shut without a sound.

On the other side of the door, you hear him sigh.

“…Shoulda waited. Stupid.”

When you finish changing and step out, Bucky’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his head tipped back like he’s thinking about life or maybe just what kind of pizza to order later.

“Hey,” you say, waiting for him to get mad or lecture you or something.

But he just side-eyes you, his expression relaxed but a little guilty.

“Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, kid. Seriously. My bad.”

You shrug, not really bothered. “It’s fine. I didn’t even—”

“Nah,” he cuts in, “You gotta get better at locking your door though. You live with a bunch of ex-assassins and weirdos. I coulda been Alexei. Imagine the therapy you’d need.”

You snort. “Yeah, I think I’d rather deal with you than Alexei walking in.”

Bucky smirks, pushing off the wall.

You nudge his arm as you walk past.

“You owe me pizza for the emotional damage.”

“Pfft. Emotional damage, huh?” he grumbles, following you toward the kitchen. “I saw a shoulder. You’ll survive.”

“I don’t know, man,” you tease, “Kinda feels like I’m gonna need a support group.”

He chuckles under his breath and ruffles your hair, just a little. “Brat.”

But when you glance back, you see the faintest hint of a relieved smile, like he’s glad you’re not mad, like maybe he’s still trying to figure this dad thing out—but he’s doing his best for you.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Bob’s the worst at knocking because he’s usually so lost in thought that he forgets doors even exist.

“Hey, do you want—OH NO NO NO—”

He sprints backward, slamming the door with a speed only the Sentry could pull off. You hear him tripping over his own feet in the hallway.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he mumbles to himself. “I am a terrible person. I have failed as a protector. I am going to Mars. I can’t ever come back.”

“Bob, it’s not that deep!” you yell through the door, laughing.

He practically whimpers back, “I’ll buy you a new door. And ice cream. And a—do you want a cat? I can get you a cat.”

Later that day, he leaves a peace offering: three different snacks and a note that says:

“I am so sorry. Please still like me.”

✦ Alexei Shostakov – No Regrets

Alexei doesn’t believe in knocking. Or doors.

He just storms in.

“Little cub! Have you seen—AGH, WHY ARE YOU NUDE.”

“GET OUT, ALEXEI.”

“YOU SHOULD LOCK DOORS.”

“YOU SHOULD LEARN BOUNDARIES.”

He slams the door shut, but you hear him laughing on the other side.

“It is fine. I have seen worse. In prison, I once walked in on six men—”

“STOP TALKING.”

“Okay, okay, I go! But also—have you seen my sandals?”

“ALEXEI.”

You hear him laughing all the way down the hall. Later, he slips a pair of sunglasses under your door with a note:

“FOR WHEN YOU GLARE AT ME.”

He brings it up for weeks. “Ah yes, the time I was blinded by the nudity of my small cub.”

✦ Ava Starr

Ava actually knocks. She’s polite. She’s the only one who tries.

But she’s used to moving fast, so she knocks and then immediately pushes the door open.

“Hey, can I just—oh.”

She freezes for about half a second, then steps back and shuts the door smoothly like nothing happened.

“…Sorry. Carry on.”

You sit there, blinking, waiting for the weirdness. But it never comes.

Later, she passes you in the hall, and you expect her to make a comment or be awkward, but instead she just gives you a little smirk.

“You know, you could've just locked the door,”

“I thought you would've asked before coming in.”

“Fair.”

She leaves your favorite book by your door later with a sticky note:

“I'll try to knock next time.”

✦ Yelena Belova

Yelena doesn’t knock. She announces herself by kicking doors open like she’s raiding a compound.

She’s got her arms full—chips, sodas, probably something mildly illegal—and she charges into your room like a tiny hurricane. “I brought snacks! You should—OH. OH NO.”

You’re halfway through pulling your hoodie over your head, mid-change, absolutely caught off guard.

Both of you freeze.

You, staring like a deer in headlights.

Yelena, wide-eyed like she’s just walked into a war crime.

There’s a beat of absolute silence. Then:

She slams the door shut and dramatically scrambling back.

“LOCK YOUR DOOR. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“YOU DIDN’T KNOCK.”

“I kicked! That’s a knock! A foot-knock! IT COUNTS.”

“You literally gave me zero warning.”

“Your fault for not being ready. You should always be ready for Russian assassin visits.”

You hear her pacing, muttering in Russian like she’s genuinely traumatized by the two seconds she saw your bare shoulders.

When you pass her in the kitchen later, she narrows her eyes at you.

“I can never unsee. I will sue you.”

“Yelena, it was literally nothing.”

“No. I am the victim here. This is my villain origin story.”

But you catch the way she smirks when you snort at her dramatics

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[thought-you-knew]

pb&jj roommates au: the one with the sober kiss

Summary: ever since your disastrous date, things have been tense between you and certain someone. johnny has had enough. he's a fixer, even if that means he has to lock you two in the bathroom. pt. 2 of this, but it can read as a standalone.

✨️friendly reminder for anyone new to my pbjj fics, these aren't in chronological order. sometimes, it's platonic, and other times fem!reader is romantically paired with one of the guys.

Pairings: pb&jj x platonic!reader/fem!reader and joaquin torres x fem!reader

Warnings: living with four guys, dancing around feelings, being in denial about said feelings, fem!reader is worried that things won't be the same in pbjj household if she acts on her feelings, concerned!bob and peter, meddling!johnny, use of spanish term of endearment, gwen stacy makes a cameo appearance, name-dropping miguel o'hara(bc i miss him), mentions of fem!reader showering, fem!reader with vague descriptions, hair long enough to be put into a ponytail, little to no use of y/n, fluff, slight tension, and language. proofreadish

WC: 2.4K

Author's Note: i wasn't sure if i wanted to do a pt. 2, but i couldn't stop thinking about it. so, here it is, enjoy! feedback is always appreciated (: you can find my masterlist here

tagging: @wetspaghetti3 divder by: @issysh3ll

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"Okay, give it to me straight. How is it living with four guys?" Gwen Stacy inquires as she sips on her cappuccino.

"It's not as bad as it sounds. I mean, it helps that one of them is Pete, and we've been friends since high school."

"Oh, right, Peter. How are things going with him and MJ?" She tries her best to sound casual.

Of course

You remember when you first met MJ and Gwen, your freshman year. Peter had been helping you move some boxes into your dorm when he literally walked into MJ.

Safe to say it was love at first sight for him. MJ... not so much. Honestly, the first few weeks rooming with her were tense.

You had half a mind to change roommates until you finally broke the ice with her when she found you listening to true crime conspiracy podcasts.

Gwen met you and MJ in a Comp. 1 class, and she glued herself to you two, much to MJ's chagrin.

Peter and Bob lived two floors above you and MJ, so Peter was always coming and going from your dorm.

One of those times, Gwen happened to be studying with you when Peter breezed in. It's safe to say that Gwen was quite taken with Peter, and thus the awkward Gwen/Peter/MJ triangle began.

Thankfully, ended as soon as it started when Gwen caught Peter and MJ making out during freshman rush week.

"Oh, you know how MJ and Peter are," you mumble into your cup. You thought Gwen had moved on from Peter.

"I'm surprised you haven't caught feelings, living with all those attractive guys," Gwen replies with a wink.

"Okay, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

She gasps. "So, you do like one of them? Who is it? Is it the blonde one?"

"Gwen, focus."

"Right, right, you were saying?"

You lean in and lower your voice. "Do you remember that neon party MJ and I kinda crashed in our freshman year? It was at Alpha Delta Theta, the sorority you were rushing for."

"Oh, yeah. That party."

That was the party where she caught Peter and MJ together.

"I think-no, I know I made out with Joaquin."

Gwen leans over the table and smacks you. "You didn't tell me that!"

"I was wasted that night."

"Wait, why are you bringing it up now? That was years ago."

You groan and hide your face in your hands. "Because I think Joaquin remembers."

"Girl, start from the beginning."

Things in the PBJJ household were not going well, and that was partly to blame on you and your tendency to overthink.

Was it your fault that you started overanalyzing every interaction you've had with Joaquin since your date night? Yes, and no.

Why did he bring up that drunken kiss? Does he want you to act on it?

If you did act on it, what about the rest of the guys? It would make everything so awkward.

As if things weren't tense already. You didn't need to act on anything.

It didn't help that he keeps calling you 'cariño', which he had never done before, and, according to Peter's Spanish, it means 'sweetheart', or 'my love'.

You don't trust Peter's translation, and you're torn about whether to ask your coworker Miguel O'Hara if that's what cariño really means, because what if it's true?

Or it could be platonic.

Johnny calls you babe all the time. Well, Johnny calls everyone babe, even your 86-year-old neighbor, Jonas.

---

"Morning, cariño."

You tense and almost drop the coffeepot. From behind, you can hear Joaquin digging through the fridge. The sound of the fridge door closing lingers in the too quiet kitchen.

Joaquin comes up behind you, places a hand on your lower back, and casually reaches above you to grab a mug.

"Why so tense?" His free hand trails up the length of your back and rests on your shoulder.

"Uh... I had a long night."

You finally turn around and face him. His hand falls from your shoulder and starts messing with the end of your braid. You keep your gaze fixed over his shoulder.

"That's too bad. Maybe I can help with that."

"What?" Your eyes flit to his face, and you see he's slightly smirking.

"Yeah, I can think of a few ways to help you relax." He leans in closer.

Before you can form a coherent sentence, Johnny walks into the kitchen.

"Morning, babe!" How can he be so cheerful so early in the morning? "Hey, you ready to hit the gym, Quino?" Johnny slides in next to you and grabs the coffeepot that's still in your hand.

Joaquino gives your braid a gentle tug before letting go, and you slip past the two as they start their gym talk.

---

Saturday night is usually movie night for all of you, but you decided to opt out of it tonight.

You separately texted Bob and Peter that you wouldn't be joining them since they would be the least likely to question you about it.

That doesn't stop them from checking in on you.

Knock knock

Peter pokes his head in and says your name. Pausing your show, you motion Peter to come in, and Bob follows.

Bob sits down on your computer chair, and Peter sits down next to you on the bed.

They don't say anything right away, and it's starting to make you anxious. "Is this some kind of intervention?"

"More or less," Bob replies.

"Okay, what's going on?"

"What's going on with you and Joaquin?" Peter asks, and there's no running now, but you can always deny.

You laugh. "Nothing is going on."

"Yeah, what about the other night at dinner?"

Last night it was your night to cook, and Joaquin volunteered to help. 

Of course he did.

It ended up being a game of cat and mouse with a side of burnt dinner. Joaquin was feeling too helpful, aka hands-on helpful, whenever you were trying to do something.

Resulting in you jumping or jerking away anytime he slightly touched you.

"I like my personal space," you reply.

"Since when?" Peter questions with slightly narrowed eyes.

"He wasn't making you uncomfortable, was he? Because I can talk to him," Bob adds.

"No, of course he wasn't. It's nothing."

"So, why aren't you joining us for movie night?"

You fake cough, which makes Peter roll his eyes. "I'm sick."

"Oh no," Bob says, clearly buying your act.

You cough again. "Yeah, you guys shouldn't get too close to me. I don't want you to catch what I have."

"I highly doubt we'll be able to catch what you have." Peter's sassy reply leaves you feeling a little guilty as they leave your room.

---

It's after 1 a.m. when you think it's safe to venture out of your room. You're halfway down the hallway when you hear voices coming from the kitchen.

Joaquin and Johnny.

Johnny is saying your name, and you stop in your tracks.

"What's going on with her, man. She seems more tense than usual."

"I dunno," Joaquin replies, but Johnny isn't letting it go.

"I should say, what's going on with you and her?"

The question hangs in the air.

"Nothing." Joaquin.

"Uh-huh, and Bob isn't crushing on that girl from the gym."

"So, that's why he's taken an interest in joining us at the gym?"

"Nice try. Don't change the subject."

Joaquin sighs. "I dunno...I don't even know why I brought up that kiss in the first place."

"You mean from the two truths and a lie game?"

"Yeah, I don't know why I brought it up."

Johnny scoffs. "Liar, I know exactly why you brought it up. You like her."

"Yeah, and?"

"And do something about it." Johnny prods, and Joaquin shakes his head.

"We're roommates. There's no way anything will happen."

"Why not?"

"Bro, it would make everything awkward."

"As if things aren't awkward already. She literally leaves whatever room she's in the moment she sees you." Johnny is starting to get a little whiney, and that can only mean one thing.

Joaquin picks up on it immediately. "Don't you dare do anything." He slightly threatens.

"Me? I would never."

Johnny is already scheming.

Johnny lets a few days pass before you puts his plan into action, and he knows it could get him in trouble. And a possible slap in the face, but he's ready to risk it all.

Also, he thinks fate is on his side. Usually you don't take your showers so late at night, but tonight you did.

And Johnny most definitely didn't mess with the lock to the main bathroom.

Johnny is waiting at the door for Joaquin to return from his job. The moment the door opens, Joaquin is barely in the apartment, and Johnny is dragging him to the bathroom.

"Oh, thank god you're back. There's something wrong with the shower," Johnny rattles off, and Joaquin is barely keeping up with him.

"What are you saying right now?"

"The shower, it's stuck. I can't shut the water off."

They're in front of the bathroom door, and Joaquin can hear the water running.

"And you couldn't have shut it off yourself?"

"Like I said, it's really stuck and I hurt my hand lifting at the gym this morning."

"What-" Joaquin tries to argue, but Johnny is already opening the door and shoving him inside.

---

Your heart stops at the sound of the door slamming shut, and you hear a few curse words being muttered.

"Peter?" You call out, your heart still racing.

You hear someone knock something off the bathroom counter.

And then Joaquin says your name, and you want to die on the spot.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry! Johnny said-ugh, that fucking asshole." Joaquin tries opening the door, but it's stuck. "What the fuck is this? Johnny? This isn't funny."

You're still clutching the shampoo bottle to your chest, hoping this whole situation is a dream or nightmare.

You hear Johnny's muffled voice from behind the door. "Fix it!"

"Fix what? You asshole," Joaquin replies.

"You know what." That's all Johnny says before walking away.

"Hey! You better not of-Johnny!"Joaquin kicks at the door, but it doesn't budge.

You don't know how long you stand there frozen solid, but you almost jump at the sound of Joaquin's voice, and it's directly on the other side of the shower curtain.

"Hey, you're going to turn into a prune."

"Good," you reply, still unmoving, and you see his shadow move around the bathroom.

"Well, at least shut off the water so we don't have to sell Johnny's kidney to pay for the water bill this month. On the other hand, that doesn't sound so bad."

You reluctantly shut off the water.

"I'm going to pass you your towel, okay?"

"Don't look," you retort.

"I won't, I promise," he responds, and the shower curtain moves back a fraction so he can pass you the towel. You snatch it and wrap it around yourself, but still don't bother getting out of the shower.

You hear him sit down on the ground.

"I don't even know why you're in here," you finally say.

"Johnny apparently thinks we need to work something out."

"And he thought now was the appropriate time?" You scoff and cross your arms.

"It's Johnny."

"True, but we don't have anything to work out."

"Really, cariño?"

You shift your weight and try not to slip. Standing in the shower is starting to get uncomfortable, but it's better than facing Joaquin.

"You're not going to say anything?" He presses.

"What's there to say?"

"Why have you been acting so weird around me?"

"Why have you?" You counter, and you can hear him mutter something in Spanish.

"Always so stubborn."

You're about to move the curtain back when he continues.

"So, about the kiss?"

"Which one?" You respond without thinking, and he laughs.

"Did we have more than one kiss? I'm sure I would've remembered if we did. Drunk or not."

"Ugh, you know what I mean."

"Fine, yeah, that kiss. So you remember it?"

You hesitate before answering. "If I say yes, then what?"

"I'm not going to continue until I say it to your face."

"Fine," you huff and pull the curtain back. Trying to remain as nonchalant as possible, though your heart is racing.

Joaquin is propped against the door. "Aw, don't you look cute."

"I look like a drowned cat."

"I think Hank would take offense to that."

You're starting to get anxious. "Well, what did you want to say to me?"

He gets up, comes closer, and holds out a hand for you to take.

You do, and he helps you out of the tub, but he doesn't let go of your hand.

"Just that I still think you look cute for a drowned cat, and I like you."

"You like me?" You're a little taken aback. You thought he was being his usual flirty self, only more so for the past week.

"Yeah, for a while." He's starting to lean in closer.

"A while being?"

"Since you've moved in."

That was 8 months ago.

"Joaquin."

"And I really wanna kiss you right now."

"Well, what's stopping you?"

Your heart races with anticipation as he leans in and kisses you.

---

On the other side, Johnny has his ear pressed to the door.

"I can't hear any talking, so I'm taking that as a good sign. On the downside, the door is actually stuck."

[killerblueeyesxprettybluedude]

in which the nogitsune possesses eli and finds stiles. it’s not even being evil this time, just enjoying the drama. “been a while since you’ve seen your pal derek, huh? have you noticed that my face is an exact combination of both of your faces?” 

stiles just stares at him. 

and for a while, eli was sure his mom was someone bad. that dad was just protecting him. even if she died tragically, wouldn’t he say… and it’s not like needing a paternity test. 

but maybe it is. and maybe, maybe dad was just sure stiles wouldn’t want him. 

“what?” dad says. “eli. of course not.”

but it doesn’t make sense, otherwise. why dad wouldn’t just tell him, hey, guess what? we have a son together. 

unless he knew that stiles would walk away. no thanks! i’m actually having an amazing time with my no family, leave me alone. 

unless… there was a spell, or something, and dad just couldn’t say it out loud. or eli would just, like, fade out of existence. or change states by being observed. 

“oh my god,” stiles says. “derek. why didn’t you tell me our kid was so smart?” 

like he’s always been here. like they’re just one big family. 

like just saying the truth will ruin it. so just shut up, play normal. that’s all you wanted, right? 

eli rubs at his eye.

but dad’s sorry. he swears it’s more complicated. takes eli aside, so stiles won’t see him trying not to care so much. 

it’s not really working. dad talks, and eli stares at the wall. 

“i should’ve told him,” dad says. “you’re right. i should have. there’s no excuse for it.” 

but eli wants an excuse. or a million, all of them. all the stupid reasons dad never actually called him. or texted, or told scott to do it. 

scott’s his best friend, supposedly. it’s just been a million years since they actually talked to each other. 

“stiles needed time,” dad says. “a lot of things happened here before you came along, and… i don’t think he was ready to deal with that stuff again for a while.” 

that’s such bullshit. “why didn���t we just go to him?”

hey, remember me? we have a kid now. 

“you’re right,” dad says. “i probably should’ve done that.”

he’s sorry. eli hates when dad’s sorry, and reasonable. you can’t even be mad anymore. 

it feels too awful. 

he moves closer, and dad puts his arms around him. eli buries his head in dad’s shoulder. 

“i’m sorry,” dad says. “i’m sorry. and—i’m gonna make it up to you. it’s gonna be different, from now on.” 

eli has the best dad in the world.

and now he has stiles. who says, “i’ve been missing out big time.”

dad squeezes eli’s shoulder as the world blurs. 

“tell me everything,” stiles says. “how did it finally come up? or no, wait. you just cracked the case all on your own, didn’t you. stilinski PI genes.” 

eli doesn’t know. it wasn’t really… he was just there, suddenly. 

at stiles’ door, saying things.

he doesn’t remember driving. or deciding, or knowing stiles’ name. 

and dad says, “you don’t remember it? eli.” 

moving toward him, but something in eli wrenches his arm away. and won’t let him move back, or get closer, as dad’s eyes widen, and eli’s mouth stretches into a thin smile. 

“eli,” stiles says, and then, “this isn’t fucking happening. my fucking kid, are you kidding me?”

dad, eli tries to say, but he can’t. dad, DAD! 

“we’re gonna stop this,” dad says. “eli? it’s gonna be okay.”

“be right back,” stiles says, and dad nods, and eli’s mouth says, “leaving so soon? aww. eli thought you guys were gonna be family.” 

“we are,” dad says, and stiles says, “don’t you dare. don’t you, dare, try to hurt my kid, try to trick him into thinking…”

“go, stiles,” dad says, and stiles nods, but he says, “i’ve had that fucking thing in my head. the most important thing you can do? is just not listen to it. don’t even try to argue with it, just… play a song in your head, okay? and list the elements, or the state capitals. anything distracting. and i swear to god, eli, all it does is twist everything to try and hurt you. that’s what it is, it just feeds off pain. but we’re not gonna let that happen to you. i’m just gonna grab something out of my car, and i swear to god i’ll be right back.”

no he won’t, something says in eli’s head. you know that already. dad got stuck with you, but he knew how bad stiles is at lying. he’s been sparing your tender little feelings—

arkansas, eli thinks. new york, new jersey. utah, new mexico, washington, greece…

it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense. it doesn’t matter, just keep your mind busy. 

monty python. sevendust, the mets, mexico city. search party, the TV show, the lead actress, what was her name? alia something. shawkat? alia shawkat? maybe. hey! and that’s an arrested development joke. 

there’s a ring around him. stiles is back already, pouring it into place. 

“we’re gonna be here,” dad says. “no matter what, eli.”

but eli can barely feel him anymore.

[imreallynotthatsmart73]

she looked beautiful as ever before

pirate paige x mermaid azzi

synopsis: azzi has grown up under the glimmering waters of the wide, vast ocean. sheltered and hidden carefully beneath the surface, she longs for any semblance of human interaction. paige, roughened up by years at sea, has never cared too much about making friends or keeping company. all changes after one interaction with a friendly curly-haired mermaid, who makes it clear she means to stay in paige’s life.

wc: 3.1k

a/n: hey guys! paige’s wag talk video absolutely ended me, i remember when we were in the TRENCHES last year. anyways i've never posted on tumblr before, so i’m sorry if this is crappy lmao. i will improve i promise. you can also tell that i had way to much fun with this concept, because i was just whipping things out of my ass. enjoy!

Azzi Fudd has always been surrounded by water. From the day she was born, she has been tucked safely away under the clear blue waters of the pacific ocean, from the two-legged species that walk on land, from danger. It is an absolute rule in the Fudd clan that no mermaid should even go in the near vicinity of a human.

They are malicious, cruel, and have brought no good to the blue-tailed merfolk of the Fudd family. Really, Azzi just thinks that her parents are still mad over the supposed “kidnapping” of her older cousin. Whisked away by a human man with promises of gold and fame, her cousin’s disappearance has left an angry red strain on the relationship between her family and the land creatures.

And, to be fair, Azzi isn’t just a regular mermaid. She’s the princess to the kingdom of Oceania, ruled over by the Fudd clan. Her duty as princess involves being the victim of her brothers’ numerous pranks, and looking pretty in the throne room while her parents argue with foreign ministers. She knows that she’s spoiled, and that she's gotten everything she’s ever wanted, except for the chance of interacting with a real human. 

So, now, being 22 years of age, and still having not seen a human, Azzi is naturally frustrated. When your only form of entertainment is talking to fish for fun, you start to go a little crazy (and oh, don’t even get her started on the mermen). And, plus, they can’t possibly be that bad. She suspects that her parents would lock her into a clam shell just to keep her safe, as long as she never ever escapes from their grasp. 

The tales of the human world are so enticing, she's heard stories of star-crossed lovers, warriors who conquer new land through brutal strategies, and Azzi’s personal favorite, dresses that involve cinching your waist so tight it cuts off your airways. It’s wonderful, it’s terrifying, it’s new.

She’s so tired of being trapped underwater, forbidden from even seeing a hint of the sun, and she wants out now.

Currently, Azzi is going out for her weekly scheduled meet-up with her good friend Jerry, who inconveniently, is a turtle.

Azzi halts when she sees him, already bracing for the lecture he is about to expel on her. She doesn’t even know why she still gives him her time of day, surely she has better things to do than talk to an aged turtle.

“I don’t understand why your father just won’t let you cross the boundary, it’s not like humans will jump down and steal you as soon as you’re an inch outside the line.” Jerry exclaims, exasperated from traveling to their designated meeting spot, just eight feet from the harshly drawn boundary dug into the sand by her family.

“Yeah yeah, they say it’s not safe because they can’t see me beyond it, who knows what’s gonna be waiting for me out there. And plus, you look like you need the workout.” Azzi replies, absentmindedly combing her hair out with a three-pronged fork, ignoring the fuming turtle beside her.

Jerry shakes his head, “You’re like a grown woman in human years, why can’t you just break out of your shell for once. I mean, at this rate you’re going to be gray and withered before ever seeing a human face.”

Azzi stops and thinks about this possibility. She never really imagined herself actually meeting a human, and if she did, and she didn’t look like her super attractive self right now, she would die. In fact, she is confident that she could easily win anyone over with her current appearance. She suddenly feels to need to be seen, she would hate for her beauty to go to waste.

Azzi stops combing her hair, looks down to the turtle, and huffs, “Okay, what do you want me to do about it.”

Jerry grins, as if to say I got you, “My seal friends told me that they spotted a boat floating not too far away from Oceania, the sailor must’ve gotten lost at sea, because nobody comes in this region.” Jerry exclaims excitedly, almost completely forgetting that Azzi was there.

Azzi squints at him. “So… You want me to stalk and hunt down some poor guy who’s already clearly having a hard time at sea?” she replies like a brat, then immediately starts concentrating more on her hair than the turtle in front of her.

“No you idiot, I’m trying to get you to help him, so you can have your fairytale princess moment.” Jerry huffs, neck bulging out as far as it will go out of his shell.

Azzi then perks up at this, clearly amused by the idea. “Oh please, they probably are just gonna think that I’m trying to lure them into my underwater cave and have my way with them.”

Jerry smirks, “I bet you would love to do that.”

Azzi now thinks about the situation presented to her. Be daddy’s good girl or actually get a life outside of palace walls and talking turtles. 

“Well… Since the opportunity has clearly been presented to me… I suppose breaking some rules can’t hurt. I mean, it’s not like my dad can actually get mad at me. He might just take away my pet goldfish and forget about this whole thing two days later.” Azzi turns around and squints at her family’s underwater palace, praying that nobody would notice her absence. “My parents did say that they had a business meeting today with the shark king that keeps stealing my seashell bras. Pervert.”

Jerry scoffs, “Oh please, who wouldn’t want to steal bras from the princess of Oceania if they could? I’m sure your dad is having a blast roasting him right now. Anyways, the boat is that way, your highness.”

Azzi ducks behind a section of coral reef and swims up.

As Azzi reaches the surface of the water, she considers if this is even worth it. What if this human had intentionally placed their boat here just to lure her out? If they did, it had sure the hell worked. But whatever, the time for second thoughts was well over now.

 As Azzi slowly rises out of the water, head peeking out over the surface, she is met with a vision. 

A woman, blonde hair covered half-way by a red bandana, wearing a loose-fitting shirt that shows her very sexy arms, and worn linen pants, hanging loosely off her hips. She's staring out into the ocean with furrowed brows, seemingly stewing in her own air, and Azzi can't help but notice how intensely blue her eyes are. She's never actually seen a real human before, and quite frankly, if they all look like that, she'll be exclusively hunting them from now on.

In fact, she almost topples over in the water from sheer excitement, and starts blushing madly before remembering her dignity, or, what’s left of it. She quickly fixes her already fixed hair, and takes a look at her top, wishing she had worn her pearl studded one instead of her regular blue seashells. Anyways, it was too late to think about all of that, she had a woman to seduce.

She slowly swims toward the boat, careful to not let her presence be known, eyes roaming over an open spot on the boat where she could perch herself on. She pulls her upper body up halfway onto the spot, crossing her arms in the process. Then she leans into her shoulders and opens her eyes wider, to resemble a doe.

“Hey hun, you lost or something?” Azzi drawls, batting her lashes and leaning over the boat, hoping that her aura is giving sex appeal and not twitchy loser.

The woman whips her head towards Azzi, eyes flickering up and down until finally settling on a spot suspiciously close to her breasts.

“Uh, you’re like kinda on my freshly washed pants…” The blonde replies, raising one of her eyebrows.

Azzi looks down, and sees a pair of pants clearly set out to dry, and slowly backs off. “Oh shit, sorry…” The air was suddenly filled with a sense of awkwardness that of course only Azzi could create. She wonders how many pretty women flirt with this blonde on a daily basis, for a pair of pants to matter more than the absolute performance Azzi is giving right now. But before the awkwardness could linger for any longer, the woman opens her mouth and replies.

“Yeah, well anyways, no I’m not lost, I’m just trying to figure out where that big english ship I’ve been on a manhunt for went.” The blond huffs, looking out toward the horizon for a nonexistent ship.

Azzi doesn't even consider the human's words, just sees the opportunity for a conversation flash before her eyes, and immediately jumps in.

“Oh ships? I love ships! Do you have any friends on that ship you’re looking for?” Azzi replies cheerfully, doing what she thinks is called small talk.

The blonde seems concerned by Azzi’s eagerness to talk to her. “No, I’m trying to loot it, I heard it was stacked full of precious metals. Enough gold to last me another six months.” she says simply, now eyeing Azzi down, taking note of her pearl necklace.

Azzi clutches her pearls. “Well, you should know… I’m like the best ship hunter in this ocean. I have like, really sharp vision. Oh! And also, I have a super pretty singing voice, I’m sure it could attract any sailor.” Azzi smiles, despite knowing absolutely nothing about ships, and even less about attracting sailors. At least her good voice was legit.

The blonde woman is now leaning over the side of the ship, an uncomfortable distance near Azzi’s face. “That's good, maybe you can help me out. What’s your name?” 

“My name? My name's Azzi, what about you?” she replies, now grinning wildly, she thinks she’s getting hypnotized by those blue eyes.

“My name’s Paige, nice to meet you. You live round here?” Paige responds, now taking notice of the utter beauty of the girl in front of her. Azzi’s smile is contagious, bunny teeth peeking out perfectly from her lips. Her curly hair fans around her face like a halo, curls fresh from the water. She’s got an alluring, deeply magnetic energy, and Paige could easily get lost in her smile. In fact, Paige is now a little suspicious that this might be a siren, trying to lure her to her death.

Azzi puffs up her shoulders and tilts her chin up, “Oh yeah, my dad’s like… the king of this part of the ocean. So, you really shouldn’t mess with me.”

“Nice, so you’re like what, a princess? You sure are pretty enough to be one.” Paige smirks, watching as a blush slowly creeps onto Azzi’s face. She’s surprised that a little compliment could have such an effect on the mermaid.

“Mhm, princess of Oceania, except my parents only really care about my brothers. What about you? You catch fish for a living or something?” Azzi bats her eyelashes as she speaks, praying that Paige doesn’t think that she’s having some kind of a seizure. 

Paige crosses her arms, “Not quite. I attack ships and steal cargo. Then trade the cargo with the ports of wealthy western countries. Make quite some money out of it.” Paige blinks at Azzi. “What’s the purpose of this conversation? Are you trying to lure me into something?”

Azzi’s left eye twitches, “Lure you? Of course not, I just wanted to know more about your… Species. Is it true that you make people walk the plank? I’ve heard my family’s orcas talking about seeing dead bodies in the water.”

“Walk the plank? No, of course not. We prefer a much quicker death. Like by hanging.” Paige scoffs, then laughs at Azzi’s expression. “I’m just kidding, I’m a lone pirate, I tend to choose peace over that kind of stuff.” She pauses, then adds, “Well, unless someone tests me, then I tend to leave no mercy.”

Azzi gives a nervous grin, “Glad to know I won’t be testing you anytime soon. But seriously, I’m a curious individual. What if we made an exchange? I seek out ships for you, maybe even do some singing, and you can show me parts of your human world.”

Paige raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean by showing you parts of the human world? That seems oddly vague.”

The mermaid laughs, then gives a sly smile, “Oh I don’t know, maybe some exchange of that precious cargo of yours, or maybe even an exchange of your precious company. I am a very lonely princess.”

“Well... I guess that couldn’t hurt, I think I get way more out of it than you do.” the pirate smirks, blonde hair falling down her shoulders as she leans in closer to Azzi.

“Oh, and I want to see one of those places where water falls from a mountain. Everybody has been whispering about it, and I hate being in the dark about things.” Azzi puffs, eyes shining in anticipation.

Paige chuckles, then lightly taps Azzi’s nose. “Deal.”

Paige doesn’t really know how she got into this situation, or why she even made that deal in the first place. At first, the idea of discovering new ships and gaining a good method of ambushing them sounded delightful, but now as she stares at the curly-headed mermaid perched on the deck of her boat, she is rethinking all of her life decisions. 

She has way more things to be doing, way more gold to be stealing, than to be teaching a mermaid how to play the harp. Hell, Paige doesn’t even think she knows how to play the harp, she just took the first valuable thing she saw when she was attacking the private ship of the princess of Spain. Or maybe it was the princess of Belgium. Does Belgium even have a princess?

Anyways, the only thing Paige is getting out of this whole ordeal is eyeing Azzi down, watching as the setting sun frames her brown hair, casting a golden glow around her body. Paige wouldn’t be surprised if Azzi was an angel impersonating as a mermaid. The ocean seems to revolve around her, waves protecting Paige’s boat as long as Azzi was somewhere near it. Paige swears that she's seen dolphins leaping out of the water, just to get a quick glance of them. She guesses that it would be weird if a princess didn’t have security guards around her.

Azzi’s brow twitches in frustration after she plucks out another terrible note, then pushes the harp away from her, and focuses instead on the blonde in front of her. Azzi smiles warmly, “So… How’d you end up here by yourself anyway? Don’t you people like to conjugate in groups?”

Paige looks stricken by the question for a second, but then her face relaxes into her calm, usual demeanor. She turns her head to look off into the ocean, then sighs and turns back to face Azzi. “I was captain of a notorious ship once, we were known as one of the best pirate ships in the whole Caribbean, but time caught up to us. Those nasty english envoys got close and set our ship on fire, and I was the only one to make it out alive. So since then I decided to just go solo, and plus, it’s nice not having to argue over who has the night shift I guess.” 

Azzi blanches, not expecting to touch on such a sensitive topic. “I’m sorry, they probably meant a lot to you.” She looks out into the water, not having much to add on.

Paige shrugs, “It’s fine, I’ve had worse happen to me. Believe me. And plus, all good things have to come to an end sometime.” She then stares into her hands for a long time, as if conjuring up a past memory.

Azzi shifted closer to Paige, trying to lighten the mood, “Your life sounds so eventful, I bet you’ve never been bored before. I have nothing to do all day except pick at seaweed and talk to turtles, you’re the only interesting part of my day.” 

That was true. Ever since she’s started meeting up with Paige, it was the only thing in her day that she actually looked forward to. Her father is convinced that she’s met some new merman because of the way she’s been cheesing around the palace for the past few days. She even bumped straight into Jerry in one of her love sick dazes, he had looked at her with a glint in his eyes and a shake of his head.

Paige’s voice shakes her back into reality.

“You’re telling me that talking to a pirate is more interesting than your perfect little princess life? Someone must really like me.” Paige grins, showing off a shiny gold tooth in the process.

“My perfect little princess life revolves around doing nothing but petting fish and waiting for dinner time to roll around.” Azzi huffs, then side eyes Paige. “So, yes, talking to a two-legged creature who is so called ‘rich in knowledge’ is very interesting to me.”

“I am rich in knowledge. In fact, I’m just plain rich too, piracy is a dangerous but well-paying profession.” Paige replies calmly, she thinks she deserves her bragging rights after all that she’s been through.

Azzi smirks, “Okay show off, but I bet you don’t know what a mermaid’s kiss can do to you though.”

Paige just gives her a raised eyebrow.

Azzi sighs, then looks at the darkening sky, golden hour having been long gone. “Well I guess it’s time for me to go, those nuggets of gold I paid to the palace guards aren’t gonna hold up much longer. You sure aren’t a cheap person to talk to.” Azzi then dives into the ocean water, moonlight reflecting off of her scales, blue tail curving up into a perfect crescent moon.

“Is that a compliment? Paige grinned, and then stood up to walk over to the railing of the boat.

Azzi pops up from the water, head turning to look up at Paige, water dripping off her shoulders like liquid gold. “No, just means that you’re gonna have to pay me back soon. And I still have yet to see the place where water supposedly falls off a mountain.”

Paige smiles, not annoyed by Azzi’s nagging. “I heard that a mermaid's kiss can give you the ability to breathe underwater, is that true?” Paige asks, leaning further down the boat, face mere inches away from Azzi’s.

The silence is thick for a moment, charged with unspoken thoughts, neither of them moves.

Azzi hesitates, then says, “No, but I know that it can certainly bring you good luck and protection.” 

She winks, gives Paige’s lips a quick peck, and then dives down into the water. 

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony glared at him.  Of course Mr Perfect would try and deflect this back onto him.  “Since what?  Since you lied to me and kept from me that your best friend killed my parents?  Since then, Cap?  Seems to me we’ve been having problems since well before then.  Because once a-fucking-gain I though you were my friend.  But that’s never really what I was, right?  A pay check.  A necessary annoyance so that you could eat while being out there acting the perfect boyscout. My feelings never factored into it.  Shit - his - feelings never factored into it, because Jesus Christ, Steve, if you’d fucking warned me, and I hadn’t had that dropped on me via security footage where I got to see the act play out in real time maybe none of this would have even happened.  But good old Papa Steve knows best.  Listen to your father, kids, you don’t want him to get out the belt, now do you?”

He huffed and mirrored Steve’s pose, folding his arms over his chest.  “Because that’s what this is, right?  You’re not Bucky’s friend.  Your his dad who knows what’s best for him and god forbid he make an adult fucking decision to go into a sexual relationship with someone like me.  I’m the bad apple here right.  The corrupting influence.  Gonna turn your sweet baby boy against you?”

Tony slammed his hands down on Steve’s desk.  “Fuck you.  Truely.  You not only nearly fucked up the thing that was working for us and made it so we could both exist in this space without body wrecking guilt making us both miserable.  But you nearly also made it so he didn’t get his arm change, which he needed because the other one was causing him actual physical and psychological pain.  But yeah, I’m the bad guy because I have a lot of consensual sex.  Gee, lock me up, Cap.  Put me on the raft.  I’m a fucking monster.” 

Steve looks up from his tablet, already exhausted because he hated paperwork, but he pushes that aside when Tony comes in clearly intent on something. He raises an eyebrow at the sudden accusations and he stands as well, holding a hand up and shaking his head faintly, “I didn’t mean to mess with his head! Tony when I saw how upset he was after our talk, I was beating myself up about it honestly and i regretted being so harsh. I just..he’s never kept a secret from me. Ever. So when he told me that you guys didn’t hate each other anymore, that you were actually not just close friends but also sleeping together, it was a shock to my system,” he explains quietly, crossing his arms and standing across the room from Tony, studying the other man for a long moment.

“I didn’t want to poison him against you, god you make me sound like some…some villain in a fantasy. I’m not your enemy Tony, I never have been, even though…it’s felt like we haven’t been on the same wavelength since..” he falls quiet but shakes his head, no use getting into past issues.

“Bucky is a lover. He falls head over heels for people, he always has, he’s never done…casual. So when he told me, I just…I blurted out that you had a history of one-night stands and that he should be careful. You’re my friend Tony, I’ve never stopped thinking of you as a friend, I was just so worried that he was going to get hurt, that he was…that he was in over his head.”

[yungiswife]

Once in your life time // chapter 1

Pairing: jeong yunho and song mingi (idols) x reader (atiny)

Wordcount: not known

Synopsis: You sadly didn't get tickets for your favourite kpop group ateez. But things take a real big turn when you walk into them at work getting a ticket from yunho and mingi. Is this just a kind gesture and what will happen if it becomes more then that?

Genre: idol x fan, roman, fanfic, smut after sometime

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, a lot of tension, a relationship with multiple-people, sexual content between 3 people

A/n: heyy so this is one of my first fanfics i hope you will like it and please be nice i do this for fun and i hope to keep doing this for fun!!<3

Ao3

When I woke up, I heard my alarm go off.

“Shit!” I said, rushing to find my phone and turn it off.

It’s today—the worst day of my life.

My favorite band, ATEEZ, is having a concert tonight, and I didn’t get any tickets.

How can they even sell out an arena with 65,000 tickets in only three minutes? Like, how?

Anyway, my depression is hitting extra hard today. I got up and got ready for work.

I just put on a little makeup because I wasn’t feeling myself. I threw on my ‘Fix On’ cap, my Yunho necklace, and my ATEEZ bracelet.

I’m always open to meeting other Atinys, and honestly, I love the stuff my best friend got me for my birthday. I turned 27 last month.

I slipped on leather pants and a pink top that said ‘Break the Wall’—the outfit I was supposed to wear to the concert.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the apartment I share with my best friend. She had already left an hour ago to get in line for the concert. Her boyfriend had gotten her ult tickets. She felt bad for me, but I told her to go and enjoy meeting them.

She agreed but promised to give me her signed Yunho and Mingi PCs since her biases are Yeosang and Hongjoong. I didn’t mind—she’s the best.

After a 10-minute walk, I arrived at work.

I work at a café near the busy side of Seoul, not far from the arena where ATEEZ will be performing.

It wouldn’t be too busy today, since there’s a cup sleeve event on the other side of the arena.

And all I know is… this is going to be the worst day of my life.

“Hey Y/N, why are you sulking? You know you’re the face of the café, right? You’re the one who takes customers’ orders—you’re the first face they see,” Yui said, looking worried.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really not in the mood. The ATEEZ concert is today, and… well, as you know, I don’t have a ticket.”

“Ah shit, I forgot,” she said quickly.

“It’s fine, Yui. Let’s just try to make today a little better. I’ll get over it eventually,” I said, forcing a smile.

The day wasn’t too bad—until around noon, when everything changed.

I heard a few customers come in, so I put on my customer-service smile and looked up…

Only for it to drop immediately.

“Good afternoon,” said the smaller guy in front.

And of course, fuck my life—it was none other than the leader of ATEEZ, Hongjoong, standing right in front of me. The rest of ATEEZ stood right behind him.

Sure, celebrities often come to this café—it’s usually quiet, especially during cupsleeve events.

But I never expected to run into ATEEZ at work.

I froze. My lips wouldn’t move. I felt like I was going to throw up.

They looked at me with concern.

“Ahh, hyung, she’s an Atiny. Look at her ‘Fix On’ cap and ‘Break the Wall’ top,” Wooyoung pointed out.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hongjoong said, smiling.

That snapped me out of it.

“N-nice to meet you t-too,” I stammered. I could curse myself right now.

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Nice to meet you,” Hongjoong repeated gently.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said more confidently this time. “How can I help you?”

“Ahh, right. Erm… I’d like to order eight iced coffees—three with caramel, four with vanilla, and one with hazelnut,” he said.

“The hazelnut one’s for Jongho, isn’t it?” I asked.

“How did you know?” Jongho said, surprised.

“Well, I’ve been an Atiny since pre-debut… and to be honest, you really seem like a hazelnut type of guy,” I whispered.

“Ahh, I see. Since pre-debut, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Also, you don’t like sweet things, so it was easy to guess,” I said, teasing him a little.

“So then… who’s your bias?” San asked.

I just tapped my hat and showed my necklace.

“Mingi and Yunho, I see,” he said, a little disappointed.

“Wait, I’m not done,” you said, smiling at him—knowing he wanted to be someone’s bias. And lucky for him, he was yours too. You pulled out your phone and showed him your favorite photocard of him.

His eyes widened.

God, you loved moments like this.

“M-me?” he asked softly

“God, yes! You’re awesome! You all are, by the way,” you replied.

“Are you coming to the concert?” Yunho asked.

You smiled. How were you going to tell them you weren’t going to be there?

“Sadly, no. I lost the ticket war,” you said, still smiling—and it wasn’t fake. It was real.

“Wait, is it really that hard to get tickets?” Mingi asked.

You looked at him. “Hmm, it sold out in three minutes. I almost got tickets, but my PC crashed and I lost my place,” you explained.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not like I’ll never see you guys—I’ll just come next year if I get a ticket,” you said.

“Y/N, the orders are donnnneee…” Yui called, walking in.

The boys shifted their attention to your friend.

“Y/N, what is ATEEZ doing here?” she whispered.

“They came to get some coffee before heading to work,” you replied softly.

“Right… right,” she mumbled. She was a fan too, just not for as long as you had been.

“Oh, right—this is my friend Yui. She’s also an Atiny. She’s coming to see you guys tonight,” you added.

They all bowed politely.

“Nice to meet you, Yui. Thanks for coming to see us tonight,” Hongjoong said, smiling warmly at her.

“Y/N?” Mingi said.

“Yes?” you responded, turning to look at him.

You saw Yunho hand him something.

“Me and Yunho want you to be there tonight… so here. Please take this,” he said, placing a concert ticket into your hand.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“My mom can’t make it tonight, so I want you to have the ticket,” Yunho said.

“N-no, I can’t take it—that’s too much—” you began.

“Please take it. It’s front row, right in front of the main stage. You’ll have your own seat,” he said.

“I’ll make sure we can get you into send-off too—and in a good spot,” Hongjoong added.

“No, the ticket is enough,” you said, overwhelmed.

“No, I want you to be there at send-off. I’m sure we all want that,” Mingi said—and the rest of the boys nodded in agreement.

“All right… I can’t thank you guys enough,” you said.

“You don’t have to. You’ve been here for us—it’s time for us to be there for you,” Yeosang replied.

“I’m really sorry to interrupt,” Yui whispered. “Y/N, I swear, if you say no and don’t go, I will beat your ass. You were depressed for months after the ticket sale, and this morning you looked like you were about to fucking cry. I’ll cover your shift—I can start after 6:00 PM.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered back.

“Hell yes, I’m sure!” she said more firmly. “But I would like an autograph in return.

She smiled at the boys.

“Sure! Who do you want? I’m sure we can take a pic too,” Seonghwa offered.

God, they’re way too nice.

The rest of the members agreed.

“Wait one sec—let me get my bag,” Yui said, running to the back. She returned with her San and Jongho PCs.

“I’d like San and Jongho, if that’s okay?” she asked softly. “They’re my biases, and I really want them to sign my favorite photocards.”

“Of course we’ll sign them for you, princess,” San said, taking the sharpie from her hand—their fingers brushing briefly.

He signed the photocard and passed it to Jongho, who added his signature as well.

“You’re cute, you know,” Jongho said, winking at her.

“Thanks,” she replied shyly.

She handed them her phone, and the three of them took a photo together.

It turned out really nice and cute.

“Thank you so much,” she said, bowing.

“You’re welcome. If you ever see us anywhere, come say hello,” Jongho said.

“I will. Thank you again,” she replied, carefully putting her signed photocards back in their case.

“Okay, well, we really need to go. See you at the concert, Y/N and Yui,” Hongjoong said, smiling.

“If there’s any problem getting into the arena, don’t hesitate to text or call me. I always have my phone on me,” he added quietly, handing you a small piece of paper with his number on it.

“Thanks,” you said.

“See you soon,” the rest of them said as they walked out of the café with their coffee.

About five minutes later, you and Yui screamed and jumped with excitement.

“Oh my God! San called me princess and Jongho winked at me! I felt like I was gonna faint,” Yui said.

“Okay, I have to go—the doors open in like an hour for ult. I’ll see you next week?” you asked.

“Yes! Have fun!” Yui replied.

“Thanks, you too!” you said, walking out of the café.

Did that really just happen?

Even if it was a dream… you’d be okay with it.

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[skyrages]

hi, my best friend has aspd, how do i support him more? He’s a wonderful guy and i love him dearly and want to make sure I’m a good friend to him

A bit late but I thought it would be important to reply especially to any non-antisocial users who follow my profile.

1. Understand that while ASPD affects emotions it does not affect all emotions and even then the experience of them varies greatly between antisocial people (there are multiple types, one of which that has nothing to do with an emotional deficit at all and and some which are related to specific emotional deficits but there are sub-subtypes even there with WHICH emotions are affected). Don’t assume that your friend is absolutely not struggling with something going on in their life because they have ASPD, so support them like you would anyone else in that situation.

2. Assuming that the person with ASPD presents with a callous affect (approximately half have however those who identify themselves as aspd almost always do have it partially or fully because that is seen as the most important symptom), we will NOT feel guilt or empathy, even when you want us to. I find some people find this to be a big issue, like no matter what you do or don’t do, some people when we have a problem or i make a mistake just don’t feel comfortable if I don’t seem to feel a certain way enough and we get nowhere resolving the situation. But the way my emotions work will not change. So you need to be understanding of this. Generally also be clear of your expectations and boundaries with them (important).

3. We are usually easily angered. Dealing with this honestly falls on their side partly however. And this may not even apply to your friendship or that person. But I would say that if the person is cranky in personality it may just be how they come across or they are angry at things in general and you shouldn’t take it as them specifically being angry at YOU. That previous point especially depends on how they express anger, but if its not straight up harmful I would recommend being reasonable about it.

4. Understand that ASPD can often cause impairment like any other disorder. Someone you know with ASPD may have more bad shit going on and be in an unstable situation in their life because of that.

5. In general ASK the friend for details on how to specifically support them with THEIR symptoms and life. Like sometimes I ask people to tell me if am being reckless. They may not need some or any of these things or might want something else to be considered.

[adoresia]

YOU MADE ME MALLEABLE :

CHAPTER ii. RECOIL.

SERIES M.LIST ᧔࿔᧓ MAIN M.LIST

CONTENT WARNINGS :: mentions of alcohol, implied drinking, crude jokes

<- BACKWARDS | FORWARDS ->

WRITTEN PORTION BELOW :

you and chigiri sat by the water for a while.

the park was mostly empty, like that weird in between where nobodies actually there, but more so walking past to get home. its just past dinner, not so late. the sky’s turned a soft navy, a few stars barely peek through the city haze. streetlights are flickering to life behind you — buzzing faintly in the quietness of the park. the bench you guys find is old and weirdly low to the ground, and when you sit down it shrieks bloody murder beneath your weight.

you laugh, tipping your head back. the drink is cheap and a little warm; you’re tipsy enough that your legs feel light but your words feel looser than usual. the lake in front of you glows with the reflection of overhead lights — smooth, and rippling gently as if it were breathing.

chigiri is sat beside you, half slouched with his arms arms folded loosely across his chest. he looks like he’s listening even when no one’s speaking. you nudge his knee with yours, rambling “guys i was sooo productive today” you announce proudly, yet he doesn’t look convinced. “really? and what did you do?”

“cried over my grades and failed to print out my cv.” he raises a brow. “wow. ill clap for you later.”

“you know what, thank you.”

there’s a beat between your laughter, a breeze flicks past your face — cool against your cheeks. you stare out at the water as if it might tell you something. “i think my brain’s rotting” you say thoughtfully. “like actively deteriorating.”

“I think you should get that checked probably”

“rude.”

but your voice is warm and lazy. his joke makes you feel tethered — as if you were still here emotionally. you talk about nothing for a while; professors you hate; weird people in your lecture hall; his bizarre hair routine. things that don’t really matter and then things that do. but then somewhere in the lull between conversations you ask:

“do you think i’d be in a better place right now if it wasn’t for rin?”

your voice doesn’t crack. you don’t even look at him when you say it, it kinda just slips out the same way everything else has tonight — offhand and casual, like a pebble tossed into the lake just to watch the ripples.

“i dunno” he says, dismissively. “maybe you would be in a different place. not sure about better though.” you hum like it makes sense even if it doesn’t. your mouth tips into a crooked smile, tired around the edges.

“thats fair to be honest” you say. “whatever. it’s not that deep.”

it falls silent, not in awkwardness though, more like a comfortable silence. Because in reality you didn’t really want an answer to what you just asked, and he knew that. so he lets you talk a little more, finishing your drink and offering him the last sip as always, before walking back to his car slowly — and driving you back home.

BEHIND THE SCENES 🎬 ::

that is infact the pin number to reo’s safe, he changed it after nagi said the pin in the gc but then told nagi the new pin ???

you got caught trying to open reo’s safe once and now the picture of her getting caught is used as a sticker in the gc

Chigiri knows about rin, like everything… but he didn’t expect you to bring him up so randomly for the first time in three years

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a/n : this is shortuughhhhhhggh i dont like this chapteruhhhhhhh ok guys sorry im a disappointment sorry. sorry ok sorry. ok sorry. i know this chapter is bad but like please guys let me cook the next one is so much better please dont kick me to the curb

[doruumon]

Also seeing this now and I gotta say, the older you get the more you’ll find yourself with categorical friendships/acquaintances. Especially as someone who was the “weird kid” throughout like, my entire life.

Readmore bc I started rambling.

I have work friends: people who I talk to at work, perhaps a function afterwards, and if they need help with something outside of work I can help them with then yeah I’ll jump in, but they won’t know much about, say, my hobbies. They’re people that are stuck with me in a location for 8 hours a day with whom I can share a joke or just get along with. I care about them and their wellbeing, but like I’m not gonna call one of them to join me at a museum unless I know it’s like their favorite thing. …My work bestie is also retiring next month and I’m happy for her but I’ll never forgive her for LEAVING ME. ))): (Mostly joking) She’s the same age as my mom so I’ve learned a lot from her about life and how to not let an employer treat me. Those are great friendships to forge.

There are… maybe two or three people I talk to from HS? We all live in different places now, and we talk every few months as though there was no time in between, and even more rarely still we find a time and place to see each other in person (trying to meet up with one of them in two months bc I made her ass a gift a year ago that I need to give her, and I also wanna grab sushi but we haven’t seen each other face to face in like six years). So, old friends who you cheer on from the sides.

There’s the Hobby friends: the people I met in the local FB group for tabletop gaming, and that’s what we do. We meet up, we play games, have a great time, and like work friends maybe it goes off to be more than that, but it doesn’t have to. We care about each other and will talk personal lives sometimes, but it’s mostly about the hobby or general interest. I think I helped a guy move once just because he asked if anyone could help after game one week and I just felt like helping. Acquaintance stuff. I only really know where two of them live, and I couldn’t tell you what any of them do for work.

I talk to a couple people at the gym, we notice each other’s absence when one isn’t there, but it doesn’t go far past that. It’s about the familiarity, y’know? It’s kind of grounding. Not necessarily friends, but a familiar face to look at and say ahh, things are Normal today. Reality is okay right now because Barb is over there HOGGING THE STAIR-MASTER AGAIN she’s killin it tho good for her.

I can think of maybe like, three people TOTAL that I’d say are folks in my life who would be what you’d call a close friend in your “free years,” someone who you can call any time to do anything, because like. Nobody’s got the time, money, or energy to do all of it. I’ve been told by a few people recently that I’m the guy they’d call if they want/need that during their day, which feels nice.

It’s not situational in a way that feels like a transaction or forced, like people just bring you along because they feel bad, it’s just sometimes you want or need One Person’s energy, others you don’t.

Friendship is different for everyone. I don’t seek it out myself—it’s a thing that builds over time, and it looks different with everyone I know. The internet has made connections a lot easier in some regards, but I’d say I’ve suffered a lot more friendship heartache and feelings of loneliness online than offline; if someone is expecting you to be at their beck and call at all times, that’s not good. For either of you. I love the people in my rectangles DEARLY but they also know that I’m not gonna be talking to them 24/7, because uhh I don’t even do that for my fiance. …Tho I wish I could bc I love her so much. ))):

REGARDLESS LMAO It has its highs and lows, and sometimes the feeling of wanting someone there or to just talk to for a little bit changes with time. I love going places by myself, and I love sharing experiences with others too. Not inviting someone doesn’t mean I don’t have friends or don’t like the people around me, sometimes I’m just gonna go do a thing because I feel like it. And then maybe next time I’ll invite someone with me so that I know they’re actually getting out of the house to enjoy something that is outside and in fresh air.

You don’t need to go looking for it, or feel weird for not feeling like you want to find friends. They can build over time, they can come in countless forms, but they won’t all look or feel the same. And they shouldn’t! You have plenty of time to figure that all out. You don’t need to give it a label either, if that feels weird. Sometimes you’re just by yourself. So long as the silence doesn’t consume you, it will be okay.

And yeah parents can be great friends. My one HS friend is thick as thieves with her mom, they’re always going out and exploring together, honestly sometimes I’m kind of jealous that I’m not like that with my mom! But we’re different people, so it isn’t gonna look the same. And that’s okay.

About how many irl friends do yall have? Please use any metric you would like for what a friend is.

In middle school I counted 30+ somehow. I have… 5? 10 at the most but that is pushing it.

Being an openly gay autistic weirdo in middle school does you no favors and being burnt out and mentally ill in high school does you know favors. Wait do my parents count as my friends…

[jaeyunluvr]

master&lover

pairing :: teacher!jaehyun (nct) x student!reader x student!jaeyun

warning(s) :: SMUT (minors dni) hard dom!jaehyun, teacher x student, sub!jake, loser!jake, calling jaehyun 'sir', p in v sex, college au, male masturbation, blowjob, face sitting, jealousy (pls lmk if there's something else to mention)

word count :: 3.5k

tagging :: some moots cuz my reach has died since i've been so inactive </3 i love yall sm and i missed yall sm too @minhosimthings @karinasbaby @enha-stars @jaylaxies @sjyfave @sungvrhs @strxwbloody @hoondrop @sleepyhoon @ak4e7a @amazzwon @666booklover @leaderwon

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you tiptoed out of the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you silently tried to leave, unnoticed by the neighbours of your sculpture professor, jeong jaehyun. it wasn't the first time you've done this, it was probably the sixth? And it was just in three weeks.

jeong jaehyun, only a few years older than you, was your sculpture professor. his extremely charming persona attracted every one of the female students and you definitely weren't an exception. especially with the way he stared at you at times, got extra touchy with you while guiding you through your work and gave you a lot more attention compared to the other students.

not to mention his perfectly sculpted body and defined arms that would make it hard to take your eyes off him.

the first time you happened to fuck him, was when you found out he lived near your home. walking around your neighbourhood wasn't a thing you'd do but one fine day, your roommate had her boyfriend over and you couldn't stand their cheesy presence, so you decided to go out for a walk.

winding through the little streets, you found a sculpture studio turned garage. it picked your curiosity and you ventured inside only to find jaehyun walking out of the storage room with some tools, shirtless. you swore you stared and he noticed. he wasn't straightforward with it at first, but later, he took you upstairs to his house, into his room and you ended up returning home the next morning, your body scented with his fragrance.

currently, you were in his class as he instructed you all about the new project you had to work on. it turned out to be a pair work.

"the class rep has decided the partners, no requests for change of partners will be accepted. if there's no queries, the class is dismissed."

he doesn't miss sending you a knowing gaze and a little smirk before leaving the room, because he knows how down bad you're for him. he knows how his dominant demeanour in class turns you on.

just as you rip your eyes off jaehyun, your partner jaeyun approaches you. you knew jaeyun but quite really never had a conversation with him.

"yn?"

"oh hey, jaeyun." you said with a smile. he smiled back and waved at you.

"so should we start with brainstorming the ideas?" he said and you guys proceeded with your work.

as days passed by, sim jaeyun was dragging you into his world of affection and love, which was a distant vision for you.

after days of ignoring you, the least thing you expected was to see jaehyun at your doorstep, with messy hair and out of his usual formal attire.

the expression on his face was unreadable but your eyes couldn't help but travel from his eyes to the tshirt hugged biceps, then to his waist.

he looked too casual for your liking, and the only thing that fogged your mind was to kiss him stupid and let him take the lead.

fortunately for you, jaehyun has missed you dearly just as you did and so he stepped into your apartment as his eyes hooded with lust raked over your body.

he kicked the door close, and spoke harshly, cupping your chin with his fingers and pulling you closer.

"missed me princess?" his tone was laced with mockery, his lips turning into a smirk as his dimple showed.

his index slipped into the belt loop of your shorts as he levered your body close to his, his lips immediately crashed against yours hungrily. he kissed you with longing yet it was so harsh.

his tongue pressed against yours while his hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck and the other hands circled around your waist to hold you sturdy against his muscular body.

he tapped the side of your waist, just above your ass and you took the order jumping a little as he supports you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

you've missed this so damn much over the past two weeks, just a few minutes of making out has you wet for him already.

your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer than he already is and as if your waist had a mind of its own, you grind it against his lower abs.

jaehyun's actions pause as he looks at your face and smirks devilishly. he could feel the dampness of your shorts against his thin fabric shirt and it absolutely heightened his pride.

you pout in embarrassment and let out a whine, as he pecks your lips once again and continues kissing you.

he walks to your bedroom and his legs hit the edge of your bed as he let goes of you. but you just cannot seem to stop kissing him and you cling onto his shoulders.

jaehyun let's out a deep chuckle and pulls away from you forcefull, laying you down on the bed.

"why would you act like a slut when you craved for me this badly?" his words made no sense to you as you had no idea what he was referring to but you ignored it. the only thing you wanted was him right now and nothing else mattered.

his lips crash onto yours once again with absolute passion and desire just to be interrupted with the blaring ringtone of your phone which laid right next to you.

the contact name flashes on the screen and anger pulses through jaehyun's veins.

'jae❤️'

jaehyun tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you.

"that call doesn't seem like it's from me, princess. care to pick up?" it sounds more like an order than a question and you obey. swiping to answer the call, you bring your phone to your ear but jaehyun holds your arm, gesturing to put it on speaker.

"yn are you home? i just wanted to see you today." jaeyun's sweet voice echoes through your room and jaehyun's expression turns even darker and you can sense his anger.

so this is what he meant.

'tell him to come to your apartment' jaehyun mouths to you and you were so perplexed at his words. but you knew you had no other option than to listen to him and so you did.

"oh really? to be honest i'm already near your home" he chuckles. "i'll be there in two minutes"

the call ends as you turn to jaehyun and you swore you could sense jealousy radiating off of him.

without any other talk, he continues kissing you down your neck, nipping at your skin as you get lost in him once again.

he effortlessly pulls your tshirt over your head, kissing you down your cleavage and slips his hand under you and unclasps your bra. the touch of his slender fingers makes you shiver and the contrasting warm sensation of his lips and tongue against your skin sends you into an unknown state of ecstasy.

hurling your bra to the side, he grabs one of your tits with his hand and kneads it as his lips capture the other, sucking onto it for his dear life.

you stop him from continuing his actions and clutch at the hem of his shirt and he strips it off reading your gestures.

he ducks down once again and circles his tongue around your now sensitive and erect nipple, occasionally sucking it into his mouth as if to swallow the whole thing.

all of this is painfully slow. he's taking his sweet time to taste your skin and worship your body and as much as it's making you impatient, you enjoy it.

your hands run up and down his bare back, which sends flutters down jaehyun's spine and your hand reaches the nape of his neck as you tug at his locks gently.

being lost in each other, none of you take notice of a certain caller entering your very much unlocked apartment and your bedroom.

jaeyun stands at your doorframe, a million thoughts clouding his head.

never in his life he would've expected to see you being devoured by another man, half naked on your bed and never in his life would he have expected that man to be his professor.

he felt ashamed for staring at the salacious scene unfolding in front of his eyes but he also tasted a sense of betrayal and shock at the bottom of his throat.

jaehyun catches a glimpse of the standing figure at the door and snickers at him mockingly.

"welcome, sim jaeyun." he says as he hoists himself up, off of your body and now your upper half is exposed to two men, one of them whom you guessed you loved.

"feels good to see your pretty little girlfriend like this? pathetic? under me?"

jaeyun doesn't answer.

the feeling of irritation hits jaehyun, on being interrupted and he orders jaeyun to sit down on the couch opposite to your bed.

it downs on sim jaeyun, that he is about to witness the girl he loves, be fucked by his professor. his thoughts were completely divided on this but he let his evil take over and decided to enjoy this time.

jaehyun unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down, tossing them away in a jiffy, as well as discarding his own garments.

now, all sim jaeyun can see is his pretty girl's pretty wet pussy facing him and his professor's huge dick.

the older man turns to him and spits, "strip."

jaeyun obeys his orders as if hypnotized by him. you can't help but stare at jaeyun's toned abs and his beautiful skin. oh he was so beautiful, you longed to see him like this.

all of this is messing with your head but your body is yearning for some touch which has been missing for the past few minutes and it's making you frustrated.

jaehyun walks to the younger male and grabs him by his chin, bringing his face closer to the other's.

"touch yourself pretty boy, but no cumming. yeah?" jaeyun inhales and nods at his professor's words, his doe eyes staring up at him.

he gets back into the bed, hovering over you and starts kissing you down your stomach. heavy breaths escape your pink lips as your eyes close shut.

his hands fiddle with your pantie as he pushes it aside effortlessly, running his thumb over your already wet pussy.

he knelt to the floor, his eyes meeting your pretty folds as he continued to massage your sensitive clit. his lips latched onto your inner thigh, the soft skin being nibbled at, leaving marks all over.

as much as you loved being under jaehyun's touch, you ached to see jaeyun. how pretty he looked without any clothes on, made you more curious about him.

as if on cue, you heard soft whimpers leaving jaeyun's mouth followed by heavy breaths. you strained your neck and lifted your head to sneak a look onto the younger male and oh god what a sight.

he was all sprawled out on the couch, his legs in a manspread. his fingers were wrapped around his dick, dragging them along his length, his head thrown back onto the backrest of the couch.

he lifted his head to meet your eyes coincidentally and let out a slight moan as he continued to pump his shaft.

you clenched your hole which did not go unnoticed by jaehyun, as he scoffed, harshly pushing two of his fingers into your throbbing vagina. you let out a high pitched moan as your eyes rolled back into your head at the sudden feeling of being filled up.

jaehyun continues to pump his fingers in and out of you with concentration and jealousy. despite his relentless actions, you feel so pleased.

the continuous motion inside your hole makes your stomach tighter and you feel the knot inside you stiffen. jaehyun feels you clench harder around his fingers and senses your orgasm and increases the movement of his hand.

just as he thrusts his fingers in once, twice, thrice and you feel the knot in your tummy disintegrate as your lungs suck in the air harshly followed by a sigh of relief and pleasure while your orgasm washes over you.

your mind dissociates from the dizziness as you slowly open your eyes which were once squeezed shut and you hear the sloppy sounds of jaeyun's palm against his cock, his other hand desperately trying to grip the tightly wrapped fabric of the couch.

jaehyun gets off the bed as he walks to your dressing table to pick up a long, light blue polyester accessory. he starts fiddling with it as he reaches jaeyun.

"up"

jaeyun gets to his feet instantly. jaehyun slings the neck tie around jaeyun's nape and pulls him closer by it. he stares into the younger's orbs, which were filled with innocence, under which there was ultimate desire.

his slender fingers do the knot around his neck as he tightens it around jaeyun's neck swiftly, choking him a bit making him wince.

"you do as i say pretty boy, alright?" jaeyun nods in a jiffy.

"use your damn words." jaehyun yanks him closer, his hands gripping the fabric around his neck.

"y-yes sir" jaehyun smirks in satisfaction and drags him along to the bed.

"kneel down and make sure you eat her out until she's fucking squirming."

jaeyun didn't know how to feel. this was not what he expected his first time with you to be. he wanted it to be more special, more private. he wanted to make you feel loved as gently as possible.

he looks up at your face, hesitating and you give him a very slight smile, signaling him that it was okay. that you'd love anything he'd give you.

he gently grabs your inner thighs with his soft palms, the cloth around his neck still in jaehyun's control.

he presses soft, fluttery kisses against your skin and it sort of helps you calm down but that was just until his warm tongue pressed against your thigh.

jaeyun feels the desire in him grow and he pants as he trails his tongue all the way to your clit, dragging his teeth over your skin. one stripe given by his muscle against your clit sends shocks through your body.

his tongue was warm, it felt soft against your throbbing clit. he licks another stripe against your pussy, getting more and more impatient, he continues to lick and slurp up your wetness, his teeth occasionally clashing against your slushy folds.

the tightly strapped cloth around his neck and his constant lapping at your clit, knocks the air out of his lungs. it makes him roll his eyes into the back of his head as he practically keeps making out with your pussy, his head turning in all the different directions to reach every little unexplored part of you.

you slip your fingers into the locks of his hair in an attempt to calm him down and so he slows his pace down, opening his eyes to meet yours. he looked so pure and innocent between your plush thighs, his eyes burning with thirst.

jaeyun hovers his tongue around your slit, breathing out gently as he sticks his tongue into you with a sudden force making you yelp and buck your hips upwards. jaeyun forces you down onto the mattress with your legs, and somehow his touch is still so gentle.

jaehyun has his fingers curled around his cock, stroking his length. he loved seeing two of his students, looking so fucking pretty and worked up against eachother, in his control.

jaeyun continued to caress your pussy harshly with his tongue, sending you into oblivion. his tongue felt new against your folds and you couldn't get enough of it. you start to grind roughly against his mouth.

the friction and the heat between both of you makes jaeyun's cock throb and he lets out a muffled moan against your pussy, which resonates through your whole body and you moan back loudly.

jaehyun loved seeing both of you enjoy yourselves. but not to this extent. he tapped your thigh followed by jaeyun's shoulder in order to get him away from you.

"sir please" jaeyun whined like a child at his actions. he wanted more and more of you, he could keep his face buried inside you forever. sim jaeyun loved you like that.

"you want more, pretty boy?" jaehyun asked, amused by how pathetic the kid was being. he motioned jaeyun to lie down on the bed next to you, while he extended his hand to you, quickly pulling you up onto your knees.

jaeyun quickly captures your lips in his, and starts kissing you with utter passion and love, and you return it back to him.

jaehyun interrupts your moment by landing a hard slap onto your asscheek which makes you almost yell into your lover's mouth and you pull away from him with a gasp.

"can't fucking wait huh? i never told you to be all over him." he growls as he positions his tip at the entrance of your slit. he glides it through your folds gathering your slick all over the length of his dick and slides into you when you least expect it.

you gasp at the feeling of being filled up and you swore to god you could see clusters of stars behind your eyelids. he was so fucking big and he was thrusting into you so hard, you were sure you'd be ripped apart sooner or later.

"taking me in so well even after days of being empty. such a pretty little slut you are yn." your hole clenches around him, causing jaehyun to grunt and piston his cock into you harder and faster.

jaeyun just watches you as you let out moans and whimpers in sheer desire, wanting nothing but your pretty pink lips to be wrapped around his already dripping cock.

once again, your gaze matches jaeyun's and you motion him to shift towards you. he gently lifts himself off the sheets and moves closer to you. your hand immediately grabs the bottom of his shaft, gliding up and down his length.

"fuck" heavy whimpers escape jaeyun's mouth as he experiences ecstasy under your touch. it sends shivers through his whole body and he subtly squirms against the soft sheets.

jaeyun was so so sensitive. he looked so fragile beneath you and it ignited an unknown side of you. you wanted to ruin him, just as you were being ruined at the moment.

you bring his tip to your lips, landing them unstably on him due to the force jaehyun was exerting on you from behind. you managed to press a kiss to the red tip which was leaking precum, slid his dick into your mouth and dug it deep into your throat.

jaeyun hissed at the feeling of being completely buried inside you, your tongue moving around his cock within the little space that was left inside your mouth.

you bobbed your head up and down as jaeyun gripped the sheets with his one hand and the other resting on the back of your head. your teeth graced his length from time to time and his whole body twitched at the sharp contact.

jaeyun felt nothing but pleasure and warmth. you were taking him in so well, treating him so well, much better than he had dreamed of. the three of you were absolutely lost in bliss as the sounds of your moans and whimpers filled the air of your once quiet room.

you felt your pussy burn at the feeling of being so full, yet it was what satisfied you. you could sense jaehyun's nerves shudder inside you and you knew he was going to cum. you continued to devour jaeyun's cock, while your hips started grinding against your professor's pelvis.

the rush you felt in every part of your whole body was unexplainable. the feeling of being stuffed with two cocks inside you at the same time was so fucking addicting, you wished you could go on like this for how much ever longer the three of you can.

jaehyun increases his pace as he chases his orgasm and a loud groan leaves his throat as he paints your walls white. you can hear his pants behind you as he pulls out.

everything gets so overwhelming for the little sub in front of you and he moans out your name. but you decided to be evil and stood upright on your knees, leaving his pulsing cock devoid of the warmth of your mouth.

you look up at Jaeyun's face and spot tears lining at the brim of his pretty eyes. he looked so messed up and gorgeous, it was difficult to hold yourself back.

you grab his face and kiss him harshly and him being the needy one he is. he fucks into his own fist and moans into your mouth as he reaches his climax.

and just like that, all three of you get cozy on the bed, too lazy and caught up in the daze to clean up, you cuddled between the two men.

even through all this, jaeyun loves you truly, and he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift into sleep, and he makes a mental note to clean you up a bit later. 

[cardboardslugs]

Imagine you have a car you got new and one day, maybe like two weeks after you get it off the lot, It starts making this awful, terrible, really bad, super loud noise all the time. Naturally, You are a good car owner, so you take it to the mechanic at the dealership you bought it from and when they ask what's wrong, you tell them "yeah, my car is making this awful terrible really bad super loud noise. It is Constant. I don't know what I did to cause it, But I think Something is VERY Wrong and We should Fix That."

So mechanic looks and they hear the noise and they say "aw shit, yeah, youre right.... have you tried just not listening to it?"

You think, for a moment, they might be joking, So you ask. "pardon?"

"yeah, i hear people like you come in here complaining about this ALL the time and like yeah the noise is REALLY bad, i get that, sure, but like. Have you tried just not listening to it?"

You think this mechanic might be a fucking quack. Probably just dealership nonsese, you figure. You go to get a second oppinion.

You tell the new mechanic the exact same thing. They nod at you sagely and put a hand on your arm.

"Yes, I'm so so sorry! I know what it's like, people come in with this problem all the time, and my car does it occasionally for a few miles too!! Have you tried putting on classical music and playing it REALLY loud until it stops?"

"... It doesnt stop. Thats the Problem." You correct them.

"Now you're just being defeatist. It DOES stop. You just dont notice it. It always stops!"

You look at them like they are fucking insane. You're certain they fucking ARE. Still, you go to six other mechanics. Friends ride in your car and hear it too. They all tell you some variation of what the first two mechanics told you. So you think "okay well clearly this is fine and Im just crazy, I guess. My car making this awful terrible really bad super loud noise is Entirely Normal."

one day, about a year later, you go in for an oil change at a new combo oil and mechanic place, and the guy changing your oil is like "HOLY SHIT YOU KNOW YOUR CAR IS MAKING THIS AWFUL TERRIBLE REALLY BAD SUPER LOUD NOISE RIGHT??" and youre like "uh, yeah, duh, its done that essentially since i got it. Everyone says its fine, basically." and your oil guy starts freaking the fuck out because "HEY I DONT KNOW WHO TOLD YOU THATS NORMAL BUT ITS NOT!! Our mechanic sees that shit all the time, he can fix it and tell you whats up!"

And you think you're in for another runaround and another massive bill but this mechanic takes one listen and is like "OH! its one of these huh? yeah, these models have are faulty alll the way down their combustion line, from gas to engine to exhaust. You can't actually fix it, BUT you can make the stop by tinkering with other stuff, but since something different is wrong depending when and how your model was built in the factory, youre gonna have to try a bunch of different solutions, but I'll work with you on it. it is a super serious issue that can destroy your car if you do nothing."

So you work with this mechanic. You work with him for years. You put all sorts of detergents in your gas. You stop the detergents and only use certain gas. You put in new parts for the engine. You take out parts of the engine. You stop going on long drives. You only go on long drives. Some of it helps, quiets the noise. Some of it is fucking useless. nothing ever makes it STOP. No real cause is ever pinpointed.

A new gas station pops up in your city. It only sells gas made out of heavily processed alge. You think that's a weird little caveat, and probably can't be good to put in a car... Anyone who uses it says it fucking rocks, Best shit their car has ever had, never run better. Some people staunchly refuse to try it because of all sorts of reasons, mostly that it has no real testing done on it. Your city allows the sale of it, sure, but makes it very very clear that they do not know what it will do to your car and you can try it, but at your own risk.

Your car NEVER stopped making that noise. You feel like its louder and more intense ever since you put in a turbo jump and had it taken out because it backfired.

You say "fuck it, what do I have to lose?!" And try the damn alge-based gas every other fill-up. AND IT WORKS. it works wonders, your car goes from essentially a lemon to a bare minimum fucntional workhorse practically overnight, even if the exhaust reeks.

You see your now-regular mechanic again and you finally tell him "yeah, It was so bad, I just tried that alge gas and everything cleared up almost instantly"

"YES!!! OH *HELL* YEAH!!" Your mechanic is, somehow, happier than you are. "I've wanted to tell you to try that since like 6 weeks in for us, because I figured its what you needed, but I'm legally required to never reccommend that!!"

You feel like you've just been wacked with a wet fish. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, only the dealership can actually legally reccomend that. Part of the legislature of allowing Alge-based gas to be sold."

You might be thinking this is NOT a post about owning a car with a serious problem. You'd be right. This is a post about Generalized Anxiety Disorder and the Legalities of Marijuana.

[chaosduckies]

Day 6: Pain/Planetary

uhhhh okay this didn't come out as great as I hoped but I wrote this all at ungodly hours at night so uhhh yeah- also sorry there's like no g/t until the very end I was very tired when I wrote this lol

Word Count: 6.3k

CW: insecurities

Humans were such strange creatures. They take what they need and never give anything back. They use people for their selfish greed and desires, and leave those they’ve hurt to rot and die on the street. Meanwhile, those with actual hearts were the ones who suffered the most for some reason. Such was the way of life. 

I was one of those people who just gave up on others. There was no point in becoming friends with people when all they would do is hurt you. Which was why I pushed myself away from my family the second I graduated. It was why I cut off all ties to that prison. I wanted to explore my own interests, and it just so happened that they were related to space and Greek mythology. It was so interesting to learn about, and to be honest, the college work wasn’t bad at all. We read about so many things that you won’t ever get taught. The gods that were once believed to be the supreme rulers of the land and blessed it. Of course, they were never real, but learning about the old world was so much more interesting than paying attention to the one we lived in now. Why focus on what’s right in front of you when you can look up at the endless starry sky and picture the mythological being that supposedly shaped the entire galaxy? I knew the stories couldn’t be real, but it was still amazing to think about. 

My family all thought I was crazy for being this way. So what if I had an active imagination? So what if my younger sister was already way more successful than me while I sat in classes learning about the Greek gods that weren’t even real in the first place? At least I was doing something that I loved without being pressured into it. And now look at me. I lived comfortably alone with my dog, and I’ve been living a pretty happy life since I cut my parents off. Now I could focus more on writing. Seems like a win-win in my book. 

I sat down on my bed and pulled out a book I wanted to finish, hearing the rain pour outside. This was always the best time to read. The only sound you could hear was the rain and just the words in front of you that fold into a million different fantasies. It was my escape from the life I had here. It was cringy, I know, but reading and picturing a place that’s anywhere but this hell was so much better. And so I read until the words on the page began to blur. I pushed myself to keep reading, but it was no use against the peaceful sounds of the rain hitting my window.

And then there I was. Staring up at the stars. Only it looked different. Like they were somehow closer. When I reached my hand out it felt lighter. Almost uplifting. When I turned around there was only a black. The only light around was the stars. This didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real somehow. I could breathe just fine, even feel the coldness surrounding me. My heart started panicking as I looked down. The ground wasn’t anything I’ve ever seen before. Almost like it was a weird type of rock dust. 

“Who are you?” There was a curious voice just behind me. I yelped and turned around quickly, backing away. Though there was a person with messy white hair and piercing eyes that somehow seemed to change colors. He wore a plain black shirt with sweatpants, and for someone who didn’t look like it, he was a little bit built. Odd choice of clothes, but okay. Seeing as this was just some kind of weird dream, none of this could be real. It was weird that some random guy would be appearing in it. Or… wait. How do I even know this is a dream? I mean I knew that none of this was possible since we were both breathing just fine without oxygen, but usually when you dream you don’t realize it until you wake up. So maybe if I wake up? 

“Um, who are you?” I asked. The boy just stared and studied me before walking a little closer with his arms across his chest, “Callisto.” 

I stared. Somehow, he was intimidating despite being shorter than me. Which was almost comical but still. If this were a dream, he wouldn’t be able to hurt me. I knew all those psychology books I read would come in handy. It was probably a good thing to have a little bit of common sense, but none of this was real so I could do whatever I wanted to, right? 

“Ace.” I gave Callisto my name, still weirded out by this place. Obviously I wasn’t on Earth. Though, if I remember all of this it would be amazing. Even if space was scary, it was still amazing and so mesmerizing to look out. Even if my mind was just making me picture things. 

“Where am I?” I nervously asked and looked around, seeing a familiar planet that I’d never dreamed of ever seeing this close. The giant red eye that you could see from Earth. How could I not enjoy the sight? I don’t think anyone has ever seen Jupiter this close up before. This would look great in my college textbooks. I searched for my phone, then remembered that all of this was just some weird lucid dream. I cringed, hoping that the stranger wouldn’t notice how crazy I was already. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He smirked and sat down, staring up at the endless starry sky. I sat down too, hoping the stranger didn’t mind. Well of course they wouldn’t because they weren’t real in the first place. Did my mind really think I was so lonely that it felt the need to create an imaginary friend? I guess it wasn’t wrong.  

“What kind of tricks is my mind playing on me?” I laughed hysterically and rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up. This dream was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I knew that this would just become one of those dreams where I wouldn’t get a second part. Something amazing would happen, and I would never find out. 

“Maybe it’s not a trick.” Callisto shrugged his shoulders and looked at me, his eyes still somehow changing color. From a deep purple to a light blue color. I scoffed and grabbed a fistful of the sand, a little shocked at how real it felt.

“None of this is real. You’re just some… person I made up in my mind.” I sighed and looked up, wondering when this amazing dream would be over. Was it weird of me to say that I didn’t want to leave? It was a lot nicer here. Quiet. No one to bother me. I was technically living my dream of being in space. I guess that my mind just wanted me to feel some kind of peace for today. Usually when I get any kind of peace it’s because my mind isn’t racing a million miles an hour or not having an existential crisis. 

“Hm. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He laughed and lay back with his arms behind his head like he was just used to all of this. How could someone get used to this sight? Though his response was kind of making me feel on edge. If he was a real person how would we be sharing the same dream? He made it sound like it was real. 

“What do you mean?” I asked and turned towards him. He opened one of his eyes and stared at me with a smile on his lips. 

“I mean, how do you know none of this is real?” He sat back up and leaned closer. I bit the inside of my cheek and sighed, “I don’t know. Isn’t this just a dream?” I threw my hands in the air and continued to watch the huge planet move with awe. If it was this close does that mean I was on one of its moons? My heart jumped at the realization. Now if only this were real. Wait. I think it’s fake. Or maybe it wasn’t somehow? I don’t remember anything anymore. My head hurt so badly, which was weird since I was just in a dream. 

“Maybe,” Callisto shrugged his shoulders and stared at the planet with me, “You don’t think this place feels real? Or too good to be true?” I turned back towards him, the smile on his face gone as he just stared, his eyes now a dark pink. This entire place was so confusing. This was a dream. Nothing could change that fact. No one could survive without oxygen, and yes this place does feel strange and much too real, but that doesn’t change the fact that none of this was even scientifically possible. As much as I’m into weird solutions and myths, this just wasn't at all possible. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Callisto shrugged his shoulders and leaned backwards, “This place is kind of like an escape, right? It takes you away from all your responsibilities whenever you get the chance.” What? What was with the way he talked? All the rhetorical questions that he definitely knew the answer to. If he were a real person how long has he had these dreams? Should I be asking different questions? Why was I even asking them at all? None of this was real. My mind was just playing a weird trick on me was all. Making me talk to myself. 

The planet had finally moved enough for the sun to come peeking out, shining brightly from all the way over here. 

Callisto sighed and stood up, “Well that was shortly lived.” He brushed some of the dust off of him and held a hand out to help me back up, “Maybe see you in the next ‘weird dream’?” He air quoted the last two words with a laugh as he pulled me back up. I laughed nervously, still confused about this.  

“Maybe.” 

— — — — — — 

When I woke up it felt nice. The book I had been reading was lying on my chest, it was cold in my room, and light was shining through my window blinds. I sat up quickly and stared at my clock. It was just before noon. I groaned and got out of bed, taking a nice shower before cleaning around the house and catching up on some college work that was due. I didn’t despise the work at all. I enjoyed all of the reading and questions, but today my mind was still thinking back to the strange dream. Dreams can have meaning sometimes, and maybe I was just crazy enough to actually look up what mine meant. 

I closed the door behind me and started reaching for my book before deciding against it. Who was that guy? Did I know him from school? No that couldn’t be possible. I’m sure I’d remember someone whose eyes change color. Was he really just some random person I made up in my head? I grabbed my laptop instead and opened it up. Well, some research on dreams like that couldn’t be harmful. That way if it does happen again I wouldn’t be so confused. Dreams were really the most confusing thing there was so it only made sense if I did just a little bit of research. It was such a coincidence that we were in space too. So maybe I should ask about that first. Or if we do somehow meet up again in the same dream, I could ask if he knew anything about the place. The guy seemed to have it all figured out like he knew the meaning of life or something. Though the name Callisto sounded so familiar. I just couldn’t remember it. Weird. 

I had no idea how long I had been searching for something, anything on the internet, but all it told me was that I was just lucid dreaming. It made sense since it felt all too real, but if I were being honest, it still sounded too far-fetched. And this was coming from someone who thrives on fantasy books. I had no idea why I was so hung up on this dream. Maybe it was just the hope that I’d have someone to talk to. Even if they were just someone I made up out of sheer loneliness. Still, there was just no explanation. Either I just wasn’t looking for the right thing, or I was just finally going crazy. Hard to tell. 

I closed my laptop and headed into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. There was nothing in the fridge, meaning I’d have to go grocery shopping tomorrow, but noodles for tonight would do just fine. I wasn’t very hungry either. I remember when my parents would always bother me about watching what I ate since I didn’t have a very good metabolism. It’s not like it was my fault for it. Now I couldn’t help but be insecure about it. This world just loves killing everyone who doesn’t go with society’s standards. Cruel, isn’t it? 

When I finished my bowl, I headed back to my room and watched some TV to pass the time until I grew tired. The hope of getting the same dream as last night was there, but there was also doubt. It could be like when you have the most amazing dream and wake up and hope for part two to finish it, and it never comes. Right now, that was my worst fear. 

I shoved myself under the covers of my bed and closed my eyes, falling asleep fast. 

— — — — — — 

When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at the same boy from yesterday. I yelped and sat up quickly. 

“Oh good, you’re not dead.” He snickered and sat next to me. There was Jupiter again, covering up the sun. I sat up, admiring the once-in-a-lifetime view before smiling. I was back. Weird. Dreams really were the strangest things. Even if it was just a lucid dream, this place was amazing. I couldn’t thank my mind enough for giving me this change of scenery. Though my question for Callisto still stood. 

“How do you know so much about this place?” He looked a little shocked at the questions but answered all the same. 

“I’ve been here for a long time.” I turned, a little confused. If he’s been here a long time how could he not be real? No, no- I was just getting ahead of myself. It wasn’t real. It never hurts to ask though. Of course I had a feeling he’d answer in the most confusing way possible.

“So you are real?” 

He laughed and leaned back, “Let’s say I’m not just a figment of your imagination like you say. What would change? You’re here. I’m here. There’s nothing you can do about it until you wake up, right?” 

I stared at him, watching his eyes turn into a cool blue color. Seriously, what was up with his eyes? I guess it didn’t matter. Callisto made a good argument. If this was just a dream and everything was fake, then nothing here even mattered. It was still weird how I was brought back to the same dream with the same exact person though. I wasn’t complaining. Life seemed a little calmer here. 

“I guess you’re right,” I muttered and stared at the other stars. I wish I could see other planets, but those were too far to see from where I was at. I’ll take what I can get. I wasn’t going to be greedy and then never have these amazing dreams again. Somehow this place just automatically seemed to lift me up. Whether it was the lack of gravity or not, I’ve never felt more at peace. 

“I think I needed a trip a billion miles away from Earth.” I joked around, earning a laugh out of Callisto. 

“I can tell. Life can be stressful.”

I turned to face him, “What’s your life like then?” His eyes widened like he wasn’t used to the question, but he didn’t move any part of his body.

“Lonely.” He shrugged and hugged his knees closer to his chest, “It’s nice to talk to hu-” He paused and took a deep breath, “It’s nice to talk to people here. Kind of keeps my sanity, y’know?” He laughed to himself and sighed, just staring out into the starry abyss while waiting for the sun to peek through. It sounded like he had a harder life than me. Even if it was just full of complaints and constant yelling and pressure on me to be a better person than I was, I wouldn’t want to be so lonely to the point where it would drive me insane. What kind of life did he live?  

“Don’t you have parents? Or like any siblings to keep you company?” 

He stared up at me slightly and shook his head and didn’t say anything else after that. The silence stretched between us for what seemed like hours. There wasn’t any sound. Nothing but the stars that seemed to be growing more dim or lit up from the sun, about to appear. Seems like we both had it bad. At least we both somehow arrived at this place. I still found it strange, but if I were being honest, I’ve stopped questioning everything at this point. There was no reason to if this was all fake and wouldn’t matter when I woke up. 

“Are we actually in space?” 

“Yeah.” He didn’t hesitate to answer. I’d take anything as long as it didn’t make me confused. Okay, so we were in space. I’m not even going to ask how we’re breathing or not dying from hypothermia or whatever. So he was obviously lying about that. Why lie? Just to make me even more confused?

“I’ve always liked space. I read a lot. I love fantasies about it. Sure, it’s dangerous but I think it’s cool to be living out here, don’t you think?” Callisto probably thought I was crazy. I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to leave now. If he could. He seemed to know a lot about this place. He even knew when the dream would end too. I’m guessing that the second the sun peeks out then it would be over. 

He just stared, biting the inside of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders, his smile disappearing, “You’d be surprised how fast you get used to the same stars. The same planets. The same galaxy. There isn’t anything new. Surprisingly enough, Earth is the most interesting thing for billions and billions of miles.” He pointed off into the distance to a small rock. I squinted and leaned a little forward like it would help me see. My eyes widened at how he even knew you could see Earth from here. Or where it was at. I guess he really has been coming here for a long time. Still, there was still something off about him. 

“It’s so small,” I whispered, watching as the sun was just about to peak out and shine on us. I didn’t want to leave this moment of peace, but all good things have to come to an end. 

“It is, isn’t it?” He sighed and stood up, holding out a hand to help me up once again. I didn’t need it, but it’d be rude to just wave it away or completely ignore it. Even if he may just be a figment of my imagination. I still wasn’t so sure about that just yet. 

He looked around, like he was searching for something before smiling to himself and walking forward a bit while holding one of his hands out like he was trying to pinch one of the stars, “Maybe it’s just a matter of perspective.” He closed one of his eyes and tilted his head before one of the glowing lights disappeared out of nowhere. My eyes widened when Callisto clutched something in a fist and blew on it like he was trying to cool something down. 

“There are more stars than there are grains of sand.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked up to me, holding an oddly shaped ball that had a dim glow to it. My heart pounded hard against my chest as I held a shaky hand out. When he dropped the rock-star in my hand, I flinched at how surprisingly light it was. It was still warm and producing a dim glow. I stared back at Callisto, who had regained their signature smirk like he was pleased with my reaction. 

“How-how did you-” He held a finger up against his lips and shushed me. 

“That’s a story for another time. Keep it. Might be cool to show off,” I kept it gently clutched in my fist and cringed when light started shining in my face. “See you later.” He waved off. And soon enough all returned to black. 

— — — — — — 

When I woke up again it felt weird. Like something didn’t belong. I groggily opened my eyes and grabbed my phone, or at least tried to, before realizing that my fist was still clenched. I stared confused before opening it up and seeing the same rock Callisto had given me in the dream. Or… maybe it wasn't. How could it have been fake if something from it was staring right at me? The dim glow could still be seen, and it still felt a little warm, but otherwise the same as the dream I had. Was I just going crazy? How was this even possible? 

I set the star-rock? Down on my desk, just staring at it. Well, he said he’d explain it. I knew he was definitely real now. Just… didn’t know how to explain it. It was all so confusing and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t just wrap my head around it. Even if I was into all the weird and fantasy-ridden things that go on around me, I just couldn’t understand whatever the heck was happening in my dreams now. 

With a sigh, I got dressed for the day and glanced back at what was once a star, wondering what was happening to me. 

— — — — — — 

The day wasn’t so bad. The grocery store wasn’t as busy as it usually was and I could get back home pretty fast and put things away. I finished up my work early, meaning that I could figure out how Callisto just… somehow pulled a star from its spot probably thousands- millions of miles away. That's if he remembered to tell me. If I were even allowed to. Something told me that there was definitely something much bigger going on. Or maybe that was just my mind playing tricks on me. 

I pulled my phone off of its charger and started opening Netflix before hovering over the Google icon. Well, it couldn’t hurt to look it up again and sound crazy, right? Maybe be put under some government watch list. Over a dream? Probably not, but better safe than sorry. My search history when I’m writing is already horrific enough. 

I scoffed and looked up what it could mean when you have lucid dreams about being in space. If anyone was seeing this they must think I’m some kind of superstitious freak or whatever. To be honest, they weren’t too far off. I’ve never walked under a ladder, walked past a black cat, and I always listen to those fortune cookies that come when you eat chinese food. Not to mention that I very much believe in zodiacs and planet alignments and all of that. I guess this wasn’t really out of the ordinary for me to be so suspicious of these dreams I’ve been having lately. 

When I searched it, nothing really popped up except that it meant you want freedom and to achieve your aspirations. Surprisingly, that wasn’t very far off either. I sighed and placed my phone on my pillow, pulling the covers over my head. Nothing was going to give me answers. Callisto did sound like such a familiar name though. It was on the tip of my tongue. I just can’t remember where I’ve heard it before. I glanced back at the rock on my desk, debating on shoving it into my pocket and seeing if it would follow me into the dream or not. I rolled my eyes and shoved it in my hoodie pocket. 

With a groan, I brought my knees closer to my chest. My headaches have been getting worse since these dreams, but it was so worth it for the few moments of peace that they gave me. Even if it was with some random stranger who could apparently pluck stars out from their spot whenever they wanted to. I brushed the thought aside and closed my eyes, hoping that I could even sleep through this agonizing headache. 

When I woke up, I was lying on the familiar hard, rocky surface. I groaned and held my head; the headache was somehow gone like it had never been there. This place was so strange. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. It was still the same beautiful scenery. Where the stars surrounded, what I was guessing, the moon I sat on. Some grew slightly brighter and shone a different color, the planets that seemed impossibly close. 

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Callisto teased and sat down right by me. I scooted away a little bit, one hand clutching a fistful of sand and the other gripping the dead star in my pocket, a little surprised that it was there. I slowly brought it out, fidgeting with it in my hand. Callisto was silent beside me, staring at it, his eyes turning a light pink color. I turned towards him, biting the inside of my mouth as he glanced up and smiled softly. 

“You didn’t show it off.” He stated and grabbed the rock from my hands, cupping it into his own and stared at it. I tilted my head, a little confused. Who would I even show it off to? Not like my parents or sister would care if I, for some reason, reached out to them again. But it was a little strange that he knew it stayed in my room all day. 

“Why would I?” I shrugged my shoulders. He scoffed and rubbed it, and without very much pressure he started tearing the rock off, revealing the dim, yet still very much alive, star. I stared, wide-eyed as he just stared at the small star in his hands with a smile on his face. 

“I don’t know.” He held it up to an empty spot in the sky and tilted his head, eyes turning into a cool blue color before lowering his hand, the star no longer in his hand and instead back in its place. 

My eyes were as wide as they could be as I tried to remain calm. How was he even doing this? Has he been here that long that he can just manipulate the stars around him? Or-or just make it seem like an illusion? 

Callisto started laughing, “I wish you could see your face right now.” I glared and rolled my eyes, trying not to seem amazed at the illusion. It had to be fake all this time then, right? He was just playing tricks on me. Yeah. It was the only explanation. No one was even able to just move a star that’s burning hot and hold the giant ball of gas in a single palm. Just… an illusion! My heart skipped a beat, catching onto my panic. I took a few deep breaths and turned back, watching him wipe away his tears from laughing so hard. 

“Just a friendly party trick. I find it easier not to scare people away when I start with something small.” He shrugged his shoulders like what he just did was just something he does on an ordinary day. 

“What do you mean? How did you know I didn’t show the fake star to anyone?” I questioned. His smile never disappeared as he just stared out 

“Well, it wasn’t fake for starters, and second, I just… know.” I frowned at the explanation, letting go of the clump of dust in my hand. 

“You said you’d explain how you did it.” 

He turned to me, his smile slightly disappearing before sighing, “Does it really matter? Let’s be honest, I doubt either of us wants to know what happens when I explain.” He turned away, smile gone and his eyes turned a dark blue color. He seemed… unsure. Afraid maybe? I couldn’t tell. It was almost like he was scared of how I’d react. Well, at this point he could probably say anything to me and I wouldn’t have much of a reaction. If what he says is true, then I just witnessed him place what once was a dead star back into its original place. I still had no idea if this place was real or not. 

“I want to know. You can’t just do things like that and not expect questions.” I laughed, a little worried about the explanation. Maybe it really was something that I didn’t want to hear. Though, I don’t think anything could surprise me anymore. 

“If you say so,” He shrugged and stood up, his eyes somehow mixing in colors. Like a million galaxies combined. 

“Everything is real. Your mental body is here, the stars, the planets you see. The only thing here that’s not real is this body,” He gestured towards himself with a signature smile. “There are thousands of planets and even more stars. And yet somehow, the only form of life for billions of miles is humans. Tell me how that works! That the only form of life around you is too small to interact with. And anytime you tried they’d either fear or worship you as their god.” His eyes were a deep blue as he stared at the far planet that I was from. I bit the inside of my cheek. What was he saying again? He mentioned he was lonely. He wasn’t like… an alien or anything, right? 

The second the thought had crossed my mind, Callisto started laughing so hard I swear he was about to start crying.

“No, not an alien, but nice try.” My eyes widened. Has he been able to read my mind the whole time? My heart skipped a beat at the thought. So he’s known everything that I’ve been thinking about? Was that why he asked all those questions or knew exactly what was wrong with me every time I came here? 

“You’ve read about me before. A… cosmic being? I guess it’s the right name for what I am.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

My eyes widened. You mean that thing is real? There was no way. Of course it would explain everything that he could do and why he was explaining things so weirdly, but it seemed a little far-fetched. Even for me. Was this all a trick just to see how gullible I was? 

Callisto stared, looking a little confused at my reaction. I tried not to show it, but I was really kind of running on adrenaline at this point. I believed him. As much as I was in denial, I believed it all. That was this huge planetary being that protected the Earth. Everything would add up. It explained why he knew where everything was, why his eyes changed colors, heck, even why he was playing all of these games to sidetrack me. Though, it did feel like he wanted me to find out. Maybe not this soon after only meeting twice, but I would be lonely too if there was no one to talk to. Is that why I came here every time I fell asleep? He just wanted someone to talk to. 

“You’re really smart.” He giggled and stared out, sighing, “Even though it’s only for a few hours out of the day, I do enjoy talking with you. I wish we could interact but I guess this’ll have to do for now.” He tried flicking my shoulder, but when he did I just felt nothing as he frowned. I rubbed the spot he tried to flick and stayed quiet, biting down on my lip so hard I could nearly taste blood. He liked talking to a nobody like me? If this wasn’t his real body, then what did he really look like? I’m sure if he couldn’t interact with anyone then he had to be huge. Then again, how could he stay hidden from satellites and ships that get launched out here? That probably wasn’t a question I should be asking. 

Callisto smiled and turned to me, “You’re taking this surprisingly well.” 

I forced a nervous smile back, trying to hide how hard I was biting my lip just to calm myself down. The world felt a little dizzy, but at least I hadn’t passed out or screamed yet. 

“What’s there to be scared of? If you wanted to hurt me, wouldn’t you have already?” He was silent for a few seconds just staring in awe before nodding his head, “I’ve never been happier that someone finally thinks that.” He sighed with relief, “I couldn’t bring myself to hurt anyone even if I wanted to, either.” He stared at a star and reached out for it, and instead of him pinching it like he did before, there was something else moving out there. It was big, fast, and easily pinched the huge ball of gas like it was just a marble to him.  

“Don’t… freak out.” He explained before pulling his arm away and revealing the star once again. I just stared out, waiting. Watching. I gripped dust in my fist and tried my hardest to stay calm. At least I was right about him being big. Just not this big. I swallowed hard, flinching when Callisto sat next to me and pointed out with an unsure look on his face. Before I even turned my head, I could feel that something was watching me. Something big. Something not human. And when I turned around, it was like the entire galaxy was staring right back at me. 

It blinked, then softened like it was trying to make things as easy as possible. But this thing wasn't an it. It was Callisto. The friend that I’ve been meeting up with for a few days now, but I’ve entirely trusted. He wasn’t trying to keep this a huge secret either. He wanted me to find out or start asking questions. Maybe not as fast as I did, but it happened. 

I sucked in a shaky breath, “That’s you?” I pointed. They blinked once, their eyes changing to a vibrant blue color. It was terrifying to say the least. And somehow I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I trusted Callisto. A lot. He may have kept that he’s a literal god and a being bigger than the size of Earth, but I didn’t blame him. I’m sure that everyone else would’ve either fainted or overreacted. I was close to it, but at least the adrenaline was keeping me from doing anything. 

“Yes,” He breathed, lying down on his back, “You still have a few minutes before you can go. Unless you want to leave already of course.” He mentioned. I held back a scream when his actual self backed away, revealing how he looked. He wasn’t human, and yet he looked just like one. Except for his eyes. Maybe he was just making himself look like that so it’d be easier on me or something? I doubt this is how he actually looked. Maybe I shouldn’t ask to see what he looked like. For another time maybe. 

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I felt the tiny rocks I had grabbed dig into my skin. I cringed and let go, immediately diverting my attention to Callisto, who was now floating upside down with a playful smile and waving two of his fingers. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t overreact and raised a shaky hand and waved back. I don’t think my eyes could go any wider. This was actually happening. This was entirely real. The time I spent convincing myself that none of this was real was wasted. I’ve been talking to a cosmic being with possibly infinite power this entire time. My heart skipped a beat at the realization. 

“Before I have to go, um,” I stood up and walked a little closer to the huge being that had their entire attention on me, eyes wide and full of awe, like I was the most interesting thing in the world. I shuddered a breath, turning to the sun that was just about to shine over us. He drifted a little closer to the moon I was on, but not so close that I couldn’t see all of him. 

“Thanks. I-I’m trying not to scream or run away right now,” I laughed and shook my head. “Will I be coming back here next time?” He stared at me, his smile somehow growing even wider as he nodded his head. I smiled too, sighing with relief as the sun finally appeared, and I was no longer in space. I was lying in my bed with the covers still over my head. I jolted up, holding my head. No more headaches. The sun was peaking through my blinds. When I opened my palm, there was still dust. I dusted my hands off, smiling.  ——————

Not the best but to be fair this prompt gave me an idea for these two ocs and when I get around to it I’ll definitely be posting the one shot I originally thought up with them-

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[dirtytransmasc]

Have you seen the new theorie about Spider becoming the next antagonist? Spider could discover that Neytiri killed his mother, or Quaritch could win him over. It would be shocking, but it would make the story interesting.

there is no world in which Spider would ever become an antagonist. it's never been a facet of his character to be angry or malicious towards the Na'vi, even when they've earned his ire interesting story, maybe. but it's such a disservice to his actual character. Spider didn't save Quartich out of anger or to hurt anyone. he knows his parents were killed and deserved to be killed. he would give his life for the Sully's and for the people, tried to even.

sorry if I sounds rough, this anger isn't directed at you, but I hate this "theory" so much, I sprout teeth and claws. because it shows a complete lack of understanding of Spider's character, morals, beliefs, goals, ambitions, and drive. his entire existence is committed to Pandora and Eywa and those he loves, his siblings namely. he puts up with all he's endured because of this love. his holds mercy on his father, because he believes in mercy, he believes in kindness. he wants to be one of the people, he wants to be one with Eywa, even if they don't accept him. because he knows he belongs. he could never turn his back on his people. he could never be like his father. could never harm an innocent or take without thought.he had kept going because of these beliefs. kept fighting.

Neytiri has hurt him, but he will never hurt her back. he can be angry. but he will never be an antagonist. he will never hurt his siblings like that. he will never hurt his people like that. not unless he gets brain injury so bad he has full blown amnesia. and I don't even think Q would do that to his son, turn him into an angry villain of a boy. because Spider is the only thing that makes Q soft. he accepts how Spider is, truly how he is. sure he might not make him re-remember Jake and Neytiri in the best light, but he wouldn't make a weapon. he'd probably just run off with the kid. he has too much respect for him and for his loyalty. making him someone angry takes away what he sees in that boy (and this is not hyping Q up. he's still awful. but he's it cartoonishly evil, and the only good thing about him is his attempts at raising/loving Spider. and it's not great, cause he's still himself, but he is more then evidently trying).

Spider would have rathered dying over giving the RDA information. nothing with change that about him. that is his core. goodness without a need for reciprocation (he deserves it, but he doesn't expect it)

and with what we know from leaks (not the trailer. dw), between the tattoo and gaining the ability to breathe, he will be getting the acceptance he's always deserved, and I can think of nothing that would drive him to abandon it.

a Spider who betrays his people is no longer Spider, and I can see no world where James goes that direction.

people just want to hate him. being completely frank. they want to hate him or they want him to be the bad guy. they don't understand him. they don't want to understand him. the only way they can "understand him", is for him to be inherently evil after 16 years of showing not a single drop of bad blood in his bones. that or they hate the Na'vi and want him to be just like his daddy and continue his harm against the Na'vi.

so I hate those theories. they're baseless. bad story telling. and have negative intentions towards one or more of the characters in the franchise, with no understanding of what makes any of them tick.

[ezevic-official]

im too lazy to clean this up. obligatory basegame + dlc slugcat redesigns, might do this for iterators too at some point

design notes/more in-depth descriptions under the cut if you care

survivor + monk: perfect, airbrushed specimens. i felt like them being kind of plain is somewhat the point so i didn't want to be too crazy with markings/changes, so i mostly gave them airbrushed patterning. survivor gets a couple of bonus scars and a slightly nubbier finger on the front right paw (that fall looked rough!)

monk is baby and mostly the same, though built smaller (i'm one of the believers that monk is adolescent) and given a karma flower. i know that karma flower monk is somewhat of a trope in redesigns but i think it's fitting.

hunter: same as siblings, i think the somewhat plain look is kind of the point. i did add a bunch of scars and a bitten off tail tip + a wide stripe on the back.

gourmand: the intention is a bear, but one of my friends called him a squirrel and i'm kind of obsessed with that? the patterning is just a lighter belly, i thought it would be too busy otherwise with other stuff. the changes include a flower necklace and a tummy pouch where gourm stores all the stuff that he can magically conjure up.

artificer: oh that's a nice kitty i say as i pet on kitty. no. i'm evil kitty.....

before i even got to drawing her i KNEW i wanted arti to have lynx ears really really bad. i also ended up making her a calico since it felt kind of appropriate, calicos almost entirely being female and all. it's not very noticeable but her burn mark also has a scar over it similar to hunter's. the spine is not super defined, but i imagine it's either rough fur or whatever the hell scavs have or maybe even spikes. like those caterpillars who have very small hairs that sting really bad when you brush on them.

rivulet: honestly, the ADHD creature was one of the more iconic designs to me that didn't need major tweaks. i mostly ended up messing around with the proportions, i ended up making the frills WAY larger and adding all sorts of additional fins everywhere so you can really understand why they named that thing ruffles. the patterning was fine as it is to me, however i did add a neon tetra-esque tripe along the sides. maybe it glows in the dark too but who knows. also there's gills now.

spearmaster: also one of the more iconic designs to me, but i did kind of wanted to take the idea and take it up a notch. ended up adding spines on the back and a face marking that parallels SRS's thing. honestly in hindsight i should've maybe done this to hunter and NSH as well. the ears have some spots at the tips, at one point i wanted to give spearmaster freckles or rosettes, but decided not to as it felt like too much

saint: probably the most anthropomorphized one here, i really wanted to make saint's attunement and "wrongness" compared to other slugcats obvious. honestly the design is not super different from canon, i added just a little bit of gold markings and wrappings on the limbs. they both mimic ancients and honestly could've been somewhat practical in the cold. the pearl necklace and small armband is also a nod to that. i drew saint a bunch of times for a secret project that'll come in handy later (maybe) (possibly) (if i ever finish it) and i noticed that my depictions were very fox-like, which wasn't entirely intentional but i believe it fits. it's not visible, but i like to think that in saint's ascended form the circle on their forehead with the three dots becomes the karma 10 symbol. i'm probably in the minority, but i don't really like ascended saint with a third eye, i don't know where did that come from...

inv/gorbo/sofanthiel/whatever: fun one! i really enjoy the way the community depicts this guy and how varied the designs are. i kind of liked the cartoony angle some people take, so inv in my take is permanently in the dead sprite mode. there's a bit of a mane at the back of the neck, though i don't think inv is super hairy like saint is. just something to look ~fancy~ trying to get someone's attention, perhaps. i do like the eye motif occasionally given to inv, so i incorporated that by adding rosettes on the back.

watcher: funnily enough i didn't play through the campaign myself when i drew this, though i was already familiar with the story and how it goes. i do believe that watcher is an echo, imo it fits thematically very well into the narrative around it, so there's a lot of gold elements in there. i like the odd effect watcher gains at high ripple levels, so i baked it in as well. the pose that i picked is kind of awkward, looking at it now, but the tail is meant to curl up similar to that of a chameleon's.

[my-my-my]

I saw your requests are opened and I thought of submitting something! Can I request modern Jugram and a shy reader having their first time together?

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE! I'm slowly working through my requests. It's been such a busy summer!

I hope this is what you had in mind, anon! It's my 2nd time writing Jugram, but this is such a sweet request! It was fun to imagine. I sort of took the initial plot idea from a chapter from Spy x Family! Jugram seems kinda of sweet enough to have it happen to him lol. I hope I conveyed what you wanted.

CW: none, penetrative sex, established relationship.

“Ugh, and he doesn’t even clean the toilet bowl!” Your friend exasperated loudly as she complained about her husband.

The rest of your group made sighs and noises of disbelief as they also shared their grievances about their partners.

“But what about you?” Your friend asked, turning towards you, “don’t you have any complaints about Jugram?”

“Complaints? About Jugram?” You said out loud, confusion evident in your voice.

“Yeah, you know, gripes and all that?” Another friend asked. “Mr. Hot can’t be all that.” Your friend said, raising their eyebrows.

You spat out your water at the nickname but quickly dismissed your question as your friend waited for your answer. You thought hard about it, with your friends looking at you expectantly.

“I mean, I guess he’s a bit quiet.” You murmured, but that wasn’t a bad thing to you.

“What do you mean by quiet?” A different friend inquired. “Like… does he communicate clearly to you? Or is he you know” your friend lowered her voice to a harsh whisper, “quiet during sex.”

You choked on your saliva, “what?!”

“I mean, some guys think they’re ‘macho’ or whatever,” the friend explained, “if they don’t make a sound during sex.”

Your face went warm, “I see, well that’s not really a problem.”

“Oh he’s loud?” Another friend asked.

Your face was getting hotter, “I mean, no he’s not loud.”

Your friend stared at you, watching you squirm in your seat. One friend narrowed her eyes, “is he a talker then?”

“Don’t tell me, he loves to talk dirty!” Your friend laughed. You couldn’t help but sputter your drink at the thought of Jugram’s deep voice saying filthy things in your ears.

You laughed harder at the incredulous thought, “he’s fine!”

Your friend sighed, “well Mr. and Mrs. Perfect have no gripes it seems, boring.” You friend sarcastically said, moving the conversation to a different topic.

But in your head you kept thinking about the question. Was it really Jugram’s quietness that bothered you? It was the first thing that came to mind… and well, sex… you didn’t want to tell your friends that you hadn’t had sex with your boyfriend of over eight months. You felt mortified at the thought of sharing that information so openly. You hadn’t even broached the topic with Jugram!

Well, maybe… as your mind flashed to the time you caught him changing his shirt, the way his abs rolled as he pulled the shirt over his head… or hearing him moan your name in the shower, thinking you were fast asleep… you couldn’t help but blush at the thought.

You couldn’t focus on the conversation at hand, a clear sign for you to go home. Your friends waved you off as you headed to Jugram’s place.

Jugram didn’t expect you at his place suddenly, knowing you were having dinner with friends. He noticed the pout on your face immediately though, watching you with curious eyes as you took of your shoes and entered his home.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, getting you a glass of water ready.

He swore he could hear you huff, thinking how cute you sounded, “I’m fine.” You replied, the pout still on your face.

“You don’t seem like you’re fine.” He handed you the glass of water, watching you drink it. His blue eyes stared at you while you avoided his gaze. “Did something happen?” He asked softly.

He heard you mumbling but couldn’t discern what you said, except for the word, “gripes.”

Jugram’s eyes widened slightly, “are you mad at me?”

You shook your head, “it’s silly,” embarrassment welling up inside you. “I just –” You sighed, taking a good look at Jugram.

Physically he was handsome, you and all your friends couldn’t deny it. But that wasn’t the draw to him for you… he was also so calm and collected. He didn’t bat an eye if you needed help, swooping in to save you like a princely knight. You had never felt so cared for in a relationship, but at the same time…

Your eyes widened as it clicked for you.

You went on the tips of your toes and gave Jugram a quick peck on the lips, “sometimes I wish you’d let me take care of you.”

Jugram’s eyes widened slightly, “I don’t understand.”

You cupped his cheek in your hand, but pulled away suddenly, looking down at your feet. Your nerves got the better of you, but as always, Jugram, held your hand in his larger one, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ve heard you, sometimes.” You whispered softly, unable to look at Jugram in the face, thinking about the way he moaned your name. Your face was getting hot just at the thought of a naked Jugram, masturbating to you. “You know, I can help you with that.” You stammered.

Jugram was always a quick thinker, and this time was no different, realizing what you meant. A small blush made its way to his cheeks as the two of you stood in his hallway, no words being said.

“I know it’s something I can help you with,” you said louder, a hint of confidence in your voice. You looked up at him, face hot, mind racing, but you couldn’t help but feel satisfied that Jugram was just as worked up as you, with the way his cheeks were tinted pink.

And without warning, he pulled you to his bedroom, having you sit on his lap. You hesitantly gave him a kiss, with Jugram returning it back to you. Quick pecks delved into deeper kisses, as Jugram trailed nips down your neck.

But ever the gentleman, he kept your clothes on. “Are you sure about this?” He whispered, squeezing your hips. You gasped as you felt his erection rub against your crotch. You didn’t say anything to his question, instead you answered him by pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra. A small tug of pride filled you as Jugram looked surprised, but… lustful. His eyes darting around your face and breasts.

He immediately cupped them, lightly pinching your nipples. You sighed softly at the touches, weaving your hand into Jugram’s blond locks. He pulled your body closer to him, sucking on your nipples, taking great care to work you up. He then pulled away, pushing you into the mattress.

You watched in awe as Jugram took off his own shirt, his lithe, yet muscular body had a slight sheen of sweat from your early ministrations and as your eyes trailed down… you gulped loudly at the sight of his erection growing in his slacks.

“It’s alright.” Jugram murmured, “tell me to stop and we’ll stop.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I want this – I want you, Jugram.” You whispered.

He gave a small smirk, “and I want you just the same.” He pulled you in for another kiss, your body giving in to the pleasures coursing through you.

You grabbed at Jugram, your hands moving over his chest, his abs and his back. You were sure you were leaving marks, but Jugram didn’t complain, with the way he continued to nip and tenderly bite at your neck and breasts. You were also incredibly wet, the damp feeling leaving you uncomfortable with your pants and underwear still clinging on to you.

You shimmied your bottoms off of you, then immediately covered yourself up, realizing you were completely nude.

Jugram looked amused a soft chuckle escaping his lips followed by your name, “you have nothing to be shy about. You’re absolutely beautiful.” He said, kissing your lips once again.

“I’m just,” you whimpered, “I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing.”

Jugram narrowed his eyes slightly, “anyone who’s told you that – ”  his voice thick with venom, as he spread your legs apart, “is a liar who never deserved to see you like this.” He looked at your sopping wet pussy, juices glistening in the light. He ran a long finger over your pussy, earning a yelp from you.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, as he continued to touch your cunt. You moaned and nodded your head, eyes wide as Jugram lowered himself down to your pussy.

Without hesitation he lapped at your clit as he pushed a finger inside you. His finger was longer than your own, as you had never felt anything this deep before. You arched your back, moans bubbling out of you as Jugram picked up his pace, pushing a second finger deep in you. You clutched Jugram’s head, tears spilling as you felt your orgasm coursing through you.

You hazily watched Jugram take off his pants, pulling his hard cock from his briefs. An unfamiliar ache filled you, as you unconsciously licked your lips at Jugram.

“This might hurt,” Jugram murmured, positioning his cock to your entrance, “so tell me if it doesn’t feel good,” he remarked, kissing your forehead. You nodded, wincing at the unfamiliar stretch in your pussy.

You heard Jugram inhale, followed by a low groan. You whimpered again as you felt your pussy being stuffed full.

Jugram closed his eyes, his brows furrowed as he relished the tight feeling of your pussy. The way you moaned his name, the way you grabbed at him, how needy you are for him… it drove him to a frenzy.

But he was also patient, as he buried his cock deep inside you, letting you get accustomed to his length. You panted, squeezing your walls around him, and to his surprise, rolled your hips. The two of you moaned at the sensation.

“Jugram, you can move” you murmured, giving him a reassuring smile. Jugram nodded, kissing you again as he raised his hips. Jugram was still worried and began to thrust into you at a slow and shallow pace. His fingers lightly tapping your clit.

Then you whined. “Jugram, please, more!”

His blue eyes widened at those words, slamming both his lips against yours and his cock deep into your pussy. You moaned into the kiss as Jugram quickened his pace. Your vision was beginning to blur as the only thing you could see, hear and feel was Jugram. His shaft was being squeezed by your wet cunt, and his fingers covered in your juices from rubbing your clit into a frenzy.

Tears rolled down your face as Jugram drew another orgasm out of you, without even stopping his own ministrations. You clung to him harder and deeper, babbling to him about how good he felt, how good he made you feel.

And it didn’t take long for Jugram to follow his own orgasm, as he pulled himself out. He quickly pumped himself as you felt hot, sticky residue cover the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t help but have a satisfied smile to see Jugram’s pink face, his blond locks clinging to him, chest heaving heavily.

“I told you I’d take care of you.” You smiled, embracing Jugram. You stroked his hair as he slowly caught his breath.

Jugram gave a small smile, kissing your forehead, “as long as you don’t have any gripes about me.”

Thanks for taking the time to read this!

[lost-inanotherlife]

can i be mean for a second?

i really hate jacob. like, truly. and mine isn't surface-level hate, it's not about whether or not he's the final hail mary the writers came up with to give an overarching sense to the story. like, i'm actually fine with that, i mean this is tv writing nobody has it all figured out from day 1, let's be real.

no, i hate him on a doylistic level, i hate him not for what he represents on a meta level but for what he does in the story itself.

because the thing is that jacob is not just a person, he is a job. the whole thing with the phrase "we have work to do" all comes down to this: jacob IS his job, he is the protector and being the protector means being jacob. and, i mean, so far so good, right? WELL.

the thing is that jacob fucking sucks at his job. live very, very badly. which means that jacob sucks at being jacob and this is the reason why i fucking hate him.

like, i'm sorry but i just don't think jacob gives two shits about the heart of the island. he's obsessed with this little game he's playing all by himself because his brother doesn't actually give a fuck and just wants to leave, lmao. but no, he MUST play this game against his brother making up arbitrary rules that he himself and himself alone must obey just because once his more intelligent brother found a game on the beach and made his own rules and now he wants to do the same.

he's such a king baby, it's so frustrating!!! say what you want about ben linus but he cared about that damn island more than jacob ever did and you just can't change my mind.

he's not a problem solver and doesn't have leadership skills, two things that he hides behind the "no interference" excuse. and don't give me the "but that's because he represents god in the story" bc, as i said, i'm not talking about the meta level, i'm talking about the character level and on this level he's not god but Just A Guy with a couple of cool tricks up his sleeve and that's all.

let's look at the two main threats against the island in s6: brother leaving and widmore approaching. well, jacob is literally responsible for both of them! he sent his brother down the heart of the island and he himself was the actual leader of the others. like, he let these people discover the secret of the island! because people fucking knew! even off the island!!! like, you can kill all the charles widmore in the world but the person who failed at his job was jacob!!! the secret is out because he failed and now he made his failure everybody's business.

but he believed people are good! really? oh so the guy who's saying this is the same guy who allowed the purge, am i right? yes and so, well, sorry but i literally don't give a fuck about what a guy like this thinks it's good or bad, lol.

even mother, in her insanity, was more of a leader and a problem solver than he ever was! people found out about the heart of the island? she killed them all! lol! not saying this is the best or the right solution, obviously, but it was still a more efficient job than whatever jacob did during those 2000 years.

i'm sorry but he's just so so sooo bad at his job! people had to die just because he couldn't be bothered to find a loophole himself and finally kill his own brother by proxy and because he was enganged in a game where he could fancy himself god but he was just a baby playing with his toys.

i just hate him so.fucking.much. he created the smoke monster problem and he created the issue regarding people knowing about the island. he fucking sucked at his job so bad, worst protector of the island EVER. and people had to die because of him! "i'm sorry" my ass. be wanted to be saw the enigmist but he was just jacob. and he sucked at being jacob in the first place, lol!