#I can go into detail into every single odd behavioral quirk he has and that there are mental reasons as to why

[tabrisangel]

i don’t know what this is I just like dramatic shadows. i just think archer is so Fcuked Uo in multiple ways more than I could ever explain properly he is every symbol in the world

version without the shadows just for funsies

[keiscait]

Hello!! I see that your matchups are open and I was wondering if I could get a Living Room and Bedroom one? Living Room would be more preferable if u can’t do both. I’m not sure if this is enough to cover both…I’m sorry agdhshdhejdbjdj

I’m not sure if u can do this but could u make this anon too? You can associate me by this emoji: 🕺

Here’s the info:

PRONOUNS: she/her

PERSONALITY (Living Room): I am generally very shy and closed off, always making sure I avoid people. I stay away from large crowds because I’m a ball of anxiety (I get anxiety easy) and I get really nervous whenever someone approaches me, especially around guys like I usually won’t look at them in the eyes because I become a blushy mess and lose my words. I am also usually very quiet too and don’t talk a lot. 

However, when I talk to my close friends, I literally become Hinata (no joke). I get so hyped, energetic, cheerful, make my friends laugh, and help them a lot too. I am also very passionate about things. When I am suffering with a problem, I don’t like telling friends because I don’t wanna worry them because I feel bad. I end up telling my best friend (they are literally Kageyama to me LOL). I also apologize a lot if I felt I did something wrong and I am quite odd to my friends. I end up getting into playful banter with my close friends where I tease them with playful jokes. I am quite observant too since I don’t usually talk to people, so I notice things from afar. I can tell if a friend of mine has a slight change in their behavior and I will ask if they are ok to be sure. I am also very honest, straightforward and pretty blunt about things. 

Do not get me upset. It takes a lot for someone to make me upset and actually angry. The most I would get is being annoyed. However, if you managed to get me angry, I lose my temper and yell and my friends have mentioned it’s as if I would snap someone in two. I do curse like crazy so people get surprised since I am usually quiet. Again it is rare, but I’ve been told it’s scary when I get angry. I will eventually be alone to recharge and wouldn’t want anybody to talk to me. 

When it comes to relationships, I don’t have that much experience…I hate PDA so I’m really private. I’m actually afraid to love somebody because I’m afraid I won’t be good at all so if somebody was crushing on me and shows affection, I try to divert that attention to something else because I get shy and get so scared. Again it’s hard to look at someone I like in the eyes because I blush so much. It’s hard to show affection by words so I show it by actions like hugs. I would love to hold their hands, caressing them or squeezing them just to feel the comfort and warmth. I think I might be very tender and gentle but I think as I open up, I might get cheery and energetic but that’s a theory. I do try my best to make them happy even if it takes me a while to get comfortable and I’ll try to shower them with love by physical actions. Maybe I’ll draw for them too to make them happy…

I love art. I love to draw for my friends because I love seeing them get so excited for the finished product. I also love listening to music every day so when I’m alone and away from everyone, I just blast music through my headphones. I love gaming too so you’d find me playing the Switch!

I am a perfectionist, hardworking and always try my best even if I get put down. Sometimes I might overwork when it comes to drawing but that’s because I get so eager to improve every day. I also love to give support to my friends for their dreams and but I am not an optimist or pessimist, I am a realist. 

IN BEDROOM: Pretty much the same when it comes down to relationships. I get extremely flustered and shy about physical affection and worry if I’m not good at all. I might be a bottom aagdhhshdhsjdjd I just don’t see myself having confidence in these kinds of experiences. I would love if somebody was gentle and passionate with me tho…Since I don’t rly interact with people in the public, I think I might be touch starved so any physical affection might drive me crazy (in the good way). As flustered as I get, I am pretty dirty-minded. 

ZODIAC: Aries

THINGS I LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER: quiet, calm, observant, passionate, playful, a tease, cold yet caring, strong, emotional, empathetic, kind, understanding, respectful, and not afraid to speak their mind

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor!!

FAV FOOD: I loveeee food. I am always hungry for food. I love spicy food especially. I love pasta/spaghetti, pizza, sushi, and I love chicken burgers

FUTURE PLANS/DREAMS: I just hope to be successful and actually feel happy. I hope I’ll land a good position for art like for animation or games (especially if it’s anime-related!) I’m not sure if I’ll find someone to settle down with but only time will tell. 

MUSIC TASTE: Rock, J-Rock, Future Funk, Lofi, and I adore anime and video game OST LOOKS: I’m smol like 5'3. I have light skin but not pale (it’s like Hinata’s) and I have red/brown hair and brown eyes. I also have little freckles on my cheeks I’m so sorry if it’s so much but maybe it helps ; __ ; Thank u for doing these and make sure to take breaks!!

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Hello and welcome, dear! This is wonderful - thank you for all the details, it gives me a lot to work with! ❤️ I’m so excited to get started with this. Let’s go to the living room! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

For you, I’ve invited over…

Kita Shinsuke! (Runner up: Sugawara Koushi)

Our lovely Inarizaki captain may come off as cold and stoic, but he’s really just unbothered my trivial things. He strives for improvement daily, and ensures he goes through the motions before reaching perfection.

- When you two first meet, I don’t think there will be a lot of interaction there - but when there is, it’s definitely more comfortable than it is awkward. Kita has the effect on people that makes them feel safe and secure, like all the pressures of life just disappear for a moment

- This is how your friendship starts. He proves himself more and more approachable by the day. You’re both straightforward and observant people, so you two would probably tag-team when interacting with other people. He’ll make you feel secure in the friendship despite his no-nonsense bluntness, while he appreciates that you aren’t a flashy person

- The fact that you’re a hardworking perfectionist helps him relate to you on a deeper level. He’d be so happy to find someone who understands this part of him

- He will probably make himself more present in your life by doing little things - helping you clean up after class, sending you tips on how to study for a subject you’re having trouble with, offering an ear for you to rant if he notices something’s off

- He does everything slowly and with very close precision, all in the hopes of you becoming more comfortable around him

- the man is near perfect, what more can I say 

- OF COURSE he succeeds. He’s Kita Shinsuke

- Don’t worry, he won’t be thrown off by your more playful side once it comes out. Kita most likely already got hints of your sunshine here and there while he was slowly gaining your trust

- Once he feels like it’s the perfect time, only THEN will he ask you out

- Let out your inner gremlin!!!!! He can 100% handle it, since he’s so used to the chaos of his team by now and he has somehow remained?? completely SANE?? what a man

- AND the difference is, he LIKES YOU!!!1!!!!!!!1!!

- He will adore all your little quirks, and may even participate in your playful banter

- Does not mind that you’re not into PDA. Hell, he might even be relieved–

- He’d notice how you try to divert affection, and will try to talk to you about it. You won’t have to say much, he’ll be able to tell from your body language that it’s because you’re anxious to love somebody, and will never take that against you

- Will work on trying to break through those walls, but wouldn’t ever force it

- Prepare for a beautiful domestic future 🥺🥺🥺 a simple life on a farm in the Japanese countryside with the man of your dreams?? You, an artist, and him, a farmer???? The absolute PUREST domestic dream 😭😭😭

~

You were sat in your worktable, sketching away the morning. A deadline was fast approaching, so you could hardly allow yourself to rest - so the first thing you did today, as with most days, was work. 

The art block hit a few days back. Your nights have recently been filled with drooping eyes paired with a throbbing headache, and they were now slowly eating up your mornings, too. You massaged your neck, sore from hunching over your desk so much - all you could at the moment was stare at the now blank sheet in front of you. You weren’t satisfied with any of the pieces you made, so you always ended up scrapping whatever it is that you were doing.

You were snapped out of your daze at the sound of the cuckoo clock. You noticed that you were gripping the pen a little too hard, causing some redness on your fingertips. A frustrated groan escaped you as your hands rubbed circles into your temples. The morning felt so dull.

The time read 7AM. Two hours on the desk and not a single thing, you thought to yourself. Like clockwork, you heard the door open and close as Kita came back from field work. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

“You’re awake?” His tone was more concerned than surprised. He had witnessed your restlessness these past few days, doing whatever he can to ease your frustration a a little bit. This wasn’t anything new to him, seeing as you were both workaholics, but he couldn’t help but worry about how this deadline was treating you.

You managed a weak smile as you met his eyes. He looked pretty in the morning light - sweat trickling down his neck, some of his hair clinging to his forehead, lips slightly parted to allow better breathing. It was rare for you to see him like this since he usually gets up and finishes work before you get up. The sight comforted you a bit, as if the bleakness dissipated for a little while.

He walked over to the coffee machine to run it. “Still no luck?”

“I’ve been at it since 5AM.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I woke up when you went out to work. I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, with only the sounds of the coffee machine and birds chirping. The peacefulness almost sunk in until you were reminded of the stress looming over your head. You let out another sigh.

You were staring down the blank sheet again, sick of the emptiness it posed. With a pen in hand, you tried to mimic the motions of drawing strokes, hoping for a sudden burst of inspiration. Nothing. 

Kita laid a cup of coffee next to you. “You barely slept, y/n. At least eat a bit.” That elicited no response from you - all you could do was lean back in your chair, feet put up onto the seat.

Your boyfriend placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him standing next to you. “Y/n.” 

He examined your expression - you were so tired; redness peaked from the corners of your eyes, and your lips were almost pale. “You need food in your system, y/n.”

“I don’t have time to eat, Shin, this is–”

“Food is what the brain runs on. Even a child knows that,” he teased as he pulled you on your feet and led you to the kitchen table, “Eat.”

You had no choice but to oblige. You plucked a banana from its bunch, munching away while Shin scrambled some eggs. Before you knew it, a breakfast was spread out in front of you. The brown-eyed boy pressed a kiss at the top of your head as you praised him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said with a smile.

“It’s just breakfast,” he chuckled, “and you do deserve me. You deserve the world.”

The world suddenly felt full of color again, and you were ready to face the dreary white that’s been mocking you the whole week.

~

I hope that was alright with you, dear! Let’s head over to the bedroom ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Look who’s here for some alone time!

Semi Eita! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)

One of the prettiest setters to date, Semi here has his moments of sincerity despite the scary attitude he puts up. He comes off as a domineering personality, but I feel like in the bedroom, he’d be incredibly tender.

- Don’t believe the mask he puts up. Semi bb is a big softie for his s/o!!!!! CHANGE MY MIND

- In the bedroom, you well-being would be TOP priority - he would constantly ask you if this or that is okay, and make sure your comfortable with whatever the two of you are doing

- Your first time would be SO intimate: if you planned it beforehand, he’d go as far as laying out candles, setting up a fragrance to fill the room, and maybe even laying out roses; if it isn’t planned, he’d hold you close the whole time, and won’t really get rough with how he handles you

- Has enough confidence to take the lead. He’s pretty self-assured, and this will really translate in the bedroom

- Knows where to touch you and is gentle about it, making sure to test things out first before going at it

- When he gets to know your more dirty side, that’s when he brings up stuff he’d like to try out. Try surprising him every now and then by telling him you want to try something new ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Oh, his moans. SO GOOD. They’re soft, but so raw, and it would almost sound melodic. Would also chant your name a lot

- I can’t imagine him being loud in the bedroom, but he’d definitely be into dirty talk - I imagine it’s one of his top kinks - more praising than degrading

- He’s also into choking, unless you’re not comfortable with it, then for sure, he wouldn’t force it on you 

- MAKES THE PRETTIEST O FACES. WHAT I’D GIVE TO SEE IT

- Would lay on top of you (or under, whichever position you were in) for a while before aftercare. He wants some time to hold you while winding down

- Aftercare would be quick but careful - he wants to ensure that he’s got everything covered

- The epitome of Making Love, as opposed to simply “having sex”

~

Sorry for the long wait, darling! I hope you enjoyed all of that, and thank you so much for your patience. Feel free to pay me another visit, or just sit and chat with me anytime :D

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[ais-n]

How do you create your characters? (anon ask)

Another question from the same anon I mentioned in the other post: 

In general, how do you create your characters, especially their psychology/thought process/ flaws? 

haha I have two answers to this - and they depend on the level of ridiculous I’m being.

MORE THOROUGH - CHARACTER BIO TEMPLATE:

I actually have a character bio template I made so it was easier for me to track multiple aspects of characters in complex stories. You can download and adjust/use however you’d like - more info at http://aisylum.com/give-and-take/resources/ or download directly as .odt, .doc, or .rtf. 

I made that for my fantasy series but you can just change whatever you want to fit better for your particular situation.

In the thorough cases like this, I will usually start with some sort of idea of the character, whatever that may be, put that into the character bio, and build out from there. Sometimes the vague idea is the gender and/or orientation, sometimes it’s their past, sometimes it’s just a snippet of dialogue I think of someone saying and I have to figure out who would say that thing in that way and why. 

I also try to think about what leads to what. 

Like, Boyd was starved of consistent love and stability as a child, so he came to fully believe he didn’t deserve it while also desperately and subconsciously seeking it out. But because he also had low self-esteem and other issues including a number of tragedies in his past, he became self-destructive at times in his quest for feeling loved or needed. He was willing to put the needs of others above the health of himself, if it meant he wouldn’t be abandoned. Which meant he would be reckless at times, and it meant his emotions would vary hugely when it came to relationships; he would do really stupid things out of fear of losing love or acceptance because he had wished so dearly for it for so long - but that can also backlash and lead to the very thing he feared because he was doing things at times for the wrong reasons or was too willing to compromise when it would be healthier for everyone to stand his ground.

Or, looking at my LGBTQIA+ sci-fi/fantasy/cop/murder mystery-type story Incarnations for other examples - Cypress is a type of Mage (magic-user) who is maligned by pretty much the whole world, especially by other Mages. His kind was all killed in a genocide centuries ago. For various reasons that also pertain to his past (and which would be a spoiler to dictate right now but come up later in the book), he has a huge distrust for other people, to the point at times of rage and hatred and violence. He has almost no one who has been on his side and stayed on his side from the start, except his twin brother. But that comes with its own set of fears, of what would happen if something happened to his brother?, and because he equates emotions to weakness, and he loathes weakness, he can be very aggressive and cynical and sarcastic when interacting with other people. But at the same time, precisely because he’s the type of Mage who gets hunted down and killed or detained by others, and because of how he grew up, he’s learned how to stay under the radar and how to blend in when needed. For all his rage inside, he’s very good at playing a part if he has to, and those two pieces of him may feel at direct odds to one another but they’re just two sides of the same coin. He has the rage because of who he is, and because of who he is he had to learn to not be seen. He is volatile at best when he’s being his own ‘normal’ and yet he can act totally ‘normal’ according to the rest of the world at the drop of a hat if needed. You could meet him in the middle of a grift and have no clue he’s anything other than a regular Joe Schmoe kind of dude who wouldn’t hurt a fly, when in fact he wouldn’t hesitate to brutally kill you if circumstances made it in his best interest.

Basically, I often try to think of what makes sense for how people would react to things they’ve been through (both good and bad), and then how that might affect their behavior going forward, and what would positively or negatively affect that.

One very short, truncated example I’ll give is Sloane, another Mage from Incarnations; because of an event in her past that she survived and others didn’t think she should have, she’s seen as a monster by much of the local community. She became inured to random death from a young age, so she doesn’t question things the way you might expect someone to in the same circumstances, but she also became resentful of others because of how she was treated. She was a troubled child who acted out a lot, but then she had one person who decided to keep reaching out to her, again and again, despite how often she lashed out. And that person became a sense of stability for her, that led to her doing a 180. She went from a kid who was constantly in juvie to being a cop (in this world’s equivalents). There’s a lot more to her story but that’s just a quick way of showing her past and the way people treated her affected her negatively until she had enough of a positive impact on her life from someone else that she ended up changing her trajectory.

I work through a lot of those sorts of things when filling out the character bio so I get a good idea of their past, their tendencies, their biases, etc. And then there’s a section that asks questions like what would build them up, what would bring them down, what is needed for them to progress, etc. I answer those questions as much as I can, and oftentimes get some revelations about the character along the way. And then I look at the plot of the story as a whole and see if it makes sense to include pieces along the way that will provide character progression (or regression) for the character. 

That can be a good way of not only making sure characters don’t stagnate in a story, while also providing layers to the plot itself so that it’s not just about one single thing - there are multiple things happening along the way that provide something potentially interesting or fun or whatever as well.

I personally like to write stories where you can enjoy it as much or more on the second, fourth, tenth read as you did on the first... I want to try to add little things, if possible, that you may glance over the first time without enough context but later can go back and say OHHH when you know more. I find that doing that is particularly fun and enjoyable and easy when you have character progression or little character quirks you can include along the way, because it doesn’t have to be some big dramatic thing for the plot of the world or overall story. It can be something as simple as a character with long hair deciding to cut their hair off, or someone who always wears shoes and makes fun of another person who goes barefoot, now trying to go barefoot and thinking “oh crap, I get why they liked this all along.” It can be totally inconsequential things for the series as a whole that have some sort of meaning for the character or reader, big or small.

I get bored easily both as a reader and a writer so I guess to me that brings in a level of entertainment.

So essentially, I start with something that either I feel I know about the character or makes sense to me about the character, then I try to think about how they would view this thing, and then I try to think about logically what would follow based on their worldview. And that often will lead to flaws, psychology, thought processes, etc. You could think of it like “What would I do if I were them?” but try to not put your personal values in place of their own.

Like, I would never murder the fuck out of people so callously as Cypress does, but I want readers to understand why he does, and for that I need to understand too as the writer or else that’s asking way too much for the readers to understand something I don’t.

QUICKER, LESS RIDICULOUS WAY

I don’t always want to fill out a whole ass memoir/biography on a character to write or create them - sometimes I just want something simple.

In those cases, I don’t write everything down like that bio template, and I don’t go into such specific and detailed questions about every part of their past and their relationships and what they do or don’t need to get better or etc. Instead, I’ll just go with the vibe of someone - what’s the information that’s of import for them as a person and their particular story? Sometimes that’s gender, orientation, race, etc, or sometimes it’s things they like (like spooky things) or things they hate (like restrictive rules).

I try to do more of an overview of why they are how they are, and therefore how they may react to certain things, but I don’t worry myself about going deep into their thought process and psychology to know every detail of how and why. Because depending on the story, I don’t even need to know that information.

I tend to do more of a ‘surface-level’ view of characters for my short stories, because going super in depth would work against what I’m trying to do when I write those - which is develop SOME sense of brevity in my life. Somewhere lol 

A good example of that mentality is probably my short story Five Star Review which is about a god and a spiritual being having a conversation in a closed restaurant. In that story, both main characters are they/them, because that’s the pronouns that worked, and they are very briefly described but barely at all. That story is more about philosophy and the way spirituality/religion interacts with humanity, so that’s what more of the focus is on. I didn’t need to know every single thing Deity (the god) has ever thought, because it’s irrelevant; I just needed to know how they would feel about the particular topics brought up in this particular story. And then, if the dialogue, plot, or otherwise leads to it, I could figure out their flaws or merits as needed, based on the sort of “person” they had already shown themself to be in the previous scene(s).

I don’t know if that helps or if all of that is more confusing. But I basically just start with something I feel I know about the character, then build on that in the context of the world or environment they would have developed in, and then just kind of follow the logic along. 

Also, if that doesn’t lead to flaws or any depth of the character, I will go back and look at something central to them, and try to see if there is anything seemingly directly opposed that could be introduced as a flaw or aspect of them. Because I feel that humans are rarely one-sided, and oftentimes the complexity of us is because of juxtapositions within ourselves we have or haven’t come to terms with. So to make a character feel more “real,” I think it’s important for them to have at least two things about them that don’t, at first glance, seem like it makes sense - but it doesn when you think about them as a person growing up where they did, or how they did, or where they are now, or whatever other piece of them. Not only does that feel more nuanced as a character and more realistic, but it also introduces some internal conflict that can be used as character progression or, at the very least, something interesting to bring in when the plot is in a lull and you don’t know where to go next.

For me, the most important thing is being willing to change my presumption of the character as the writer, if the character naturally develops in a different direction. And therefore also being willing to change the plot to accommodate, instead of forcing the character to follow the plot.

Sorry this post was a million miles long..... hopefully it helps, like, at all, and isn’t just massively confusing.

[meganshinsou-tm]

Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter fifteen: small world

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: panic attack, throwing up

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Shouto watched as you hungrily ate your breakfast, sitting next to you at the kitchen counter as his hand ran through your hair, brushing back your bangs and placing them behind your ear. After he got you showered and taken care of he cooked you food, practically demanding you eat since you had fallen asleep the night before without anything in your stomach. The two of you decided to stay in for the day, the weather outside was gloomy and cold and Shouto just wanted to have you all to himself without any distractions.

Since the two of you finally took that intimate step together there was no doubt that you were his and he was yours. At the moment the hero couldn't be any happier, for just a second he was able to only see the good in his life which was you. That happiness would be short lived though because he still needed to find out what had happened to you the night before and he knew that it would be a mood killer. For now though, he just admired you. It may be odd to just blatantly watch people eat but Shouto loved to watch you do anything really. You could just be doing paperwork or walking around and he'd stop to stare.

As he admired, you looked at him from the corner of your eye while taking your last bite of food. 

"Shouto, stop watching me eat," you commanded with a smirk while getting up from your seat and walking over to the sink with your plate.

Shouto chuckled and got up himself to fix another cup of coffee as you washed your dish, he stood next to you and placed a hand on your back to kiss the top of your head and asked how you were feeling, leaning back against the counter behind you.

"I'm feeling great Shouto, I woke up next to you, got thoroughly fucked and pampered and now I'm full of food! I could go all over again if you want," you giggled and turned your head to look at him, flashing a smile and wink before turning back around and continuing your task.

Todoroki almost choked when he took a sip of coffee, you were so straightforward with your answer, he placed the cup on the counter and wiped his mouth while he smiled at you. He knew you were a very carefree and straightforward type of person, it was one of the many qualities he loved about you but still sometimes you were able to throw him off guard.

"If that's what you want to call it," he mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.

You furrowed your own brows and turned around looking at him sideways. "I'm sorry, what was that RokiRoki? You were mumbling," you questioned with a smile.

"Nothing really, I just wouldn't call that 'fucking', if anything I'd call it 'love making' I guess? Isn't that what it is when it's slow and vanilla? I mean not that it wasn't amazing, it was trust me!"

You threw your head back and let out a dramatic laugh, turning around and finishing with your chore. Shouto watched you, his eyes wondering down your body. His own sweater dressed you and it hung down to your knees, it and a pair of bottoms were all you wore being it was a lazy day. Even if the material seemed to swallow your frame, he could still make out the curves of your hips and see how the sweater formed around your plump ass. Todoroki wasn't specifically a breast or ass man, he loved them both. The sound of your chuckling made him look back up to your head and he tilted his own.

"So that was vanilla for you, what exactly is your definition of fucking Shouto," you asked placing the dishes into a rack on the counter then grabbing a towel to dry your hands.

Shouto smirked and sauntered up behind you, one of his hands gripped your hip and pulled your ass roughly back and into his pelvis, the other gripped your chin and pulled your head to the side, exposing the (s/c) skin of your neck. You panted from how quickly it happened and your heart was suddenly beating fast, it was like a switch went off in the hero. Next Shouto blew chilly air onto your skin and you bit down on your lip. His own lips softly pecked at the cool skin and they felt like hot iron brands, the tip of his tongue circled the area he kissed making your flesh turn cold again. You whimpered and pressed more into him, eliciting a low groan from his throat. He pushed your chest down, making the both of you lean over the sink and his hand on your hip moved back to squeeze on your ass as his teeth bit down on your neck. You moaned out from the delightful pressure of his bite, it was rough but soft at the same time. It's like you were a dog with how he had you panting and drooling in a matter of seconds. Shouto released your flesh from his mouth and he kissed the small bite mark and kissed under your earlobe.

"You'll know when I'm actually 'thoroughly fucking' you baby!"

Just like that, he peeled himself from you and went back to the other counter and grabbed his coffee and took a drink. You remained where you where, slowly standing back up straight to turn around and look at Todoroki. His eyes looked back as well and he gave you a nonchalant grin. Shouto walked back to you, his thumb brushed a small trail of saliva from your lips before he kissed them sweetly and headed over to the living room and sat on the couch. He acted as if he hadn't just groped and teased you, making you swallow harshly. 

"I'm in love with the biggest fucking tease in Japan," you thought staring at the back of his split colored hair.

His face turned to look at you and he motioned with his fingers, "Now, come sit down, we need to talk about last night."

"I need to make a phone call, I'll be right outside for just a second. If you need something come get me."

After placing a kiss to your head Shouto stood from the couch and walked out your apartment door, shutting it behind him. You remained on the couch with a blank expression and pulled your knees into your chest as you stared off out of your living room window. You had explained every single detail of what happened the night before, everything about Dabi and how he looked and how he touched you. The information he gave you about your now dead ex and about how the villain confessed to wanting you for himself, not to kill or harm but just for his own pleasure. Todoroki never interrupted you, he remained calm and listened closely, his expression never changed and you really didn't know what was going on in his head. 

The only words he spoke were "Are you sure that was him?" 

Of course you were sure, it was hard to not remember his patchwork skin or sea blue glistening eyes. The man haunted your reoccurring nightmares, it was him!

You sat alone in silence for a few more minutes, until the sound of your doorknob turning made your head turn to see Shouto walking back in. He placed his phone on the counter and went to sit back down next to you. The hero let out a sigh and looked at you.

"My father is looking into the allegation made about Lucas being dead. If it is true, then I won't lie and say that it's a shame, if anything it's a blessing. But now, we have another problem."

"Dabi ..."

Shouto clenched his jaw and looked away nodding. 

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something. This isn't the first time I've heard of him, in fact me and my father have both had our own run in's with him. Dabi is the one that gave my father his scar."

Your brows furrowed as you thought about how you lived in such a small fucking world. Your ears perked when you heard Shouto chuckling. Looking over he shook his head and looked at you with a somber expression.

"Why are you laughing right now Shouto?"

"It's that 'star crossed lovers' thing. Amazing how we keep seeming to be connected in some twisted way, but of course I'd never change a thing about it (Y/N), all this bizarre shit has lead you to me and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you stay with me."

You smirked and nodded, it was odd but you were like Shouto and wouldn't change it for the world. There was no way you could've known about Shouto and Enji's own experiences with the villain. Living in America you never heard about Japan's heroes. 

Looking at Shouto, you asked him to tell you about those instances and he did. After hearing the stories you were now actually terrified of Dabi. He was capable of such dark and destructive behavior and even though he seemed cool and calm, he could easily become unhinged and utterly deranged. That same man had his hands on you, and his tongue in your mouth, if he remotely even felt like killing you, he could have. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and had a massive wave of guilt crashing over you as you recalled being slightly intrigued and dare you say turned on by him.

Quickly, your body bolted from the couch and you took off to the bathroom, barely making it before your breakfast could come back up. Shouto was quickly right by your side, patting your back and holding your hair. You didn't have much to throw and once you stomach was empty all you could do was dry heave and break into a cold sweat. Your arm tried to push Shouto off as you struggled for air between pleading for him to leave. Of course he didn't listen to your plea's and stayed put. 

His hand slipped under the sweater you wore and onto your back as he used his quirk to cool your body. It helped to an extent and his voice telling you to focus on him also helped to calm your nerves. Only a few minutes passed but they felt like hours once you finally calmed down. Todoroki got up and grabbed a washcloth and wet it before going back to you on the floor. He cradled you in his lap, and wiped your mouth clean.

"Shouto, what am I gonna do? It's like we take one step forward and can breathe for a few seconds and then out of nowhere, we get pushed back tenfold. I can't escape." 

You buried you face into his chest and held back tears.

"You're not going to do anything besides stay by me 24/7. I know it's not your idea situation to be monitored, but I can't afford to be too lenient anymore. If you just trust me, this will be –"

"I do trust you Shouto and I'll comply with whatever it is I need to. If that means being stuck with you every waking moment until this nightmare comes to an end then I'll do it, and gratefully. You're the only good thing in my life right now and I know you'll keep me safe, you're my guardian angel remember?"

Shouto nodded with a smile and wrapped you in his arms, one hand rubbing your back. Starting Monday, him and his father would be making it their mission to find Dabi and figure out what exactly he wants with you and hope they can come to some kind of agreement. If the information about Lucas being dead came out to be true, then Shouto owed Dabi. In fact that's probably what the bastard wanted, knowing that he'd do anything to protect you. 

Your body then started to shake in his arms and he looked down to see you chuckling.

"You know, aside from you Roki, my time here has been utter shit! I come to Japan and first I get stabbed, then I end up developing night terrors and now this. It's depressing you know, I just want one night that's full of fun, a night that will make me forget about all this even if it's just for a few hours."

Todoroki sighed and brushed your hair back with a frown. He didn't like seeing this side of you for one bit and he wanted to do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face and to make your wish come true. Even if you'd be on temporary lock down that didn't mean the two of you couldn't do normal couple things. You'd be by his side no matter what so he wouldn't have to worry too much, he could make time for the two of you to 'breathe'.

"You know what, that reminds me of something I've been meaning to ask you.”

You looked at Shouto and nodded but asked him to hold off in order to quickly brush your teeth after just puking your guts up. He smiled and waited patiently, only rising to his feet in order to go to the bedroom. When you finally joined him, he smiled and grabbed your hand, asking you to sit on the bed.

For a moment you were nervous but Shouto gave you a smile that helped to chase that away, followed by a tender kiss. His hands held your face close, thumbs brushing your cheek bones and soothing every bit of tension from your body. You hummed and held his own face close, falling back until the mattress caught you, Shouto hovering above you.

His bi-colored eyes looked down at you with adoration, despite the news he had gotten earlier, he was definitely a very happy man right now. He had everything he could ever want right under him. He wanted to let the entire world know you were his, but most importantly one person in particular that needed to hear the news more than anyone else. His fingers brushed your (h/c) brow and he kissed your forehead.

"I love you (Y/N), more than I love cold soba," he breathed out with a smile and chuckle.

You laughed and smiled back, "I love you too Shouto, more than I love food period!"

Todoroki pressed his forehead to yours and your faces nuzzled together as his hands slyly slid down your sides and tickled you. As you laughed and pleaded for him to stop he couldn't help but think of how lucky he was and how he needed to protect that smile and laugh. Shouto let up after a few minutes and looked at your flushed face.

“So Roki, what was your question?”

The hero took a deep breath, “Would you like to meet my mother?”

[ofsage]

is that [MATTHEW DADDARIO]? no, that’s just [SAGE SLATER]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY-EIGHT] years old and is a [PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [ALMOST HIS ENTIRE LIFE]. on a good day, they’re [ASTUTE & JOCUND]. but watch out! they can also be [RECKLESS & UNRULY]. [LOWLIFE BY NECK DEEP] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! [sam, 23, est, she/her]

hey there demons! it’s me...sam, and i was here briefly once but i decided it might be time to retire the muse i had brought in, so i’m back with a brand new muse that’s still a lot like the last one so please message me if you would like to plot!

i. stats

𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖: sage silvestre slater

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟: springhill, new jersey

𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙: june 1st, 1991

𝕫𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕔: gemini

𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: bisexual

𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: private investigator

𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪: dr. rosemary slater good ( mother ), professor of psychology at ucla & corwin slater ( father ), retired detective of the springhill police department.

𝕡𝕠𝕤. 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤: astute, jocund, ebullient, well-meaning.

𝕟𝕖𝕘. 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤: reckless, unruly, flippant, puerile.

ii. history

sage silvestre slater was born and raised in springhill, new jersey. at the time, his mother had a small practice in town while his father was an officer rising quickly through the ranks at the local police department.

he was a precocious kid, but more often than not his natural intelligence was overshadowed by an ostensible inability to sit still and constant antics. ( a diagnosis of adhd later on would explain some of this behavior. ) his teachers were nonplussed and unsure of what to do with him, but his father had a plan.

sage’s father saw potential in him and decided that he would train his son, honing his raw skills and molding him into the perfect detective. five years old when the lessons and lectures began, sage was too young to question his entire life being planned out for him, which often led to feelings of confusion and dejection when he was scolded for spending his time on the things he had a genuine interest in : games, movies, television, spending time with his friends. typical kid stuff that he wasn’t allowed to enjoying.

he was eleven years old when his parents officially divorced, an event he could have handled well by itself, but it led to his mother accepting a job offer all the way in california. he felt abandoned and his father floundered. he was never the parent who dealt with emotions. he eventually decided that his solution was to simply ignore it. he didn’t even try to talk to sage about the divorce or his mother leaving or any of his problems ever.

fishing trips ( something he’s always hated ), rides in the passenger seat of his cruiser ( dampened by lectures on police procedures that he had no interest in ), regular visits to the shooting range ( where it was quickly discovered that he’s a crack shot but he hated it after trying it once ). his father tried everything except talking and listening.

sage was so frustrated and angry that he started acting out. he was getting constant detentions at school and his perpetually middling grades plummeted. he argued with his father every day and broke curfew every night. he bought a motorcycle at sixteen and at seventeen, he dropped out of school and left town in the middle of the night.

it was the first time in his life that he had ever felt freedom. no teachers, no arguments, no controlling father breathing down his neck. he spent a couple months simply wandering around the country, picking up random odd jobs just for the fun of it ( and for the cash ). he had no permanent residence, no responsibilities and no attachments. it was practically paradise for him except for one thing : he can’t turn it off.

he was working as a cashier at some convenience store in the middle of nowhere when it was robbed by several figures in masks that completely covered their faces. sage solved the case with minutes to spare before the police arrived and he immediately told them who to go arrest. the story generated headlines that went viral, and for once in his life he hated the attention he was receiving...until the offers started pouring in.

he found out that people were willing to pay him to solve their mysteries : everything from people asking him to locate their missing keys to assisting police departments around the country with cases, often ones that were labeled unsolvable until he came along.

maybe he wasn’t a police officer at heart...but he was certainly a detective.

by the time he returned to his hometown, sage felt like he was gone for several lifetimes when it had only been a few months. he started renting a cheap apartment and avoided his dad for as long as possible. ( he found out through the local rumor mill that the man had finally retired while he was gone. ) a steady stream of cases kept him busy until one in particular left him stumped and he didn’t know where else to go for advice, except the person who taught him everything he knows about solving a puzzle.

his father disapproved of the business ( which didn’t surprise sage at all ), but would ultimately begin to offer advice whenever his son approached him with a difficult case. the two are currently working on improving their relationship, but often fall back on their old habit of petty squabbling.

PERSONALITY : the textbook definition of man - child. spends his free time playing video games, watching movies and eating snacks. has a joke or sarcastic remark prepared for every single occasion and he takes almost NOTHING seriously. constant obscure pop culture references mixed with eerily accurate statements about a complete stranger can make him difficult to hold a conversation with, but he’s also affable and witty. he’s an extremely loyal friend who’s always there when it counts, but not the best person to trust with the little things because he will fuck up somehow. does ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING purely for the fun of it. a literal genius who’s borderline ashamed of his intelligence.

iii. extras

sage is hyper - observant and highly skilled at deductive reasoning. he can look at something for all of five seconds and then hours later he’s describing it perfectly, right down to even the tiniest detail. he often learns things about people through his observations rather than through conversation, which he sometimes forgets and so he slips up and says weird things to people about themselves.

he loves movies and television. there’s always something on in the background when he’s working on a case, and most of the time it’s something obscure and / or 80s.

takes adderall for his adhd, but he’s really irresponsible about it so from day to day whether or not he’s on his medication is honestly a toss up.

HUGE COMMITMENTPHOBE. it’s likely part of his abandonment issues. he tries to avoid relationships altogether, but if he gets into one then he’s a total disaster and usually resorts to self - sabotaging when things are going well so that he isn’t abandoned again.

in high school he was captain of the baseball team and he played football and basketball. he had his letters and probably would’ve gotten noticed by scouts if he hadn’t dropped out and run away from home.

he has a sweet tooth, which is obvious due to his diet of nothing but candy, snacks, and junk food. he’s always hungry and usually always eating because he somehow always has food on him.

he was probably born late and has continued the trend by never ever being on time even once in his life.

wears mismatched converse high top sneakers : one green, one blue. a decision made because one day he just could not find either of the other shoe has turned into a fashion statement and is now one of his most distinctive quirks.

drives a norton motorcycle that he basically built from scratch himself and it’s his child. he loves it and he drives it everywhere to the point where’s racked up A LOT of unpaid parking tickets in town.

he’s well known for sticking his nose into the local police department’s cases. he might occasionally provide useful information, but for the most part he’s probably viewed as a nuisance who gets by on his father’s goodwill.

iv. wanted connections

lifelong best friend / watson to his sherlock *wc on the main

cousins ( maternal and paternal, don’t necessarily have to be from springhill so almost anything goes for this )

friends

clients AND people he’s investigated

enemies / people who find him annoying

high school friends

exes / flings / one night stands

( these are just a few base ideas, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here! )

[elizabethemerald]

This has probably been done before but can I get a Barbmura piece for when the Changelings come back to Arcadia, and it's Nomura that shows up on Lake House doorstep, not even really knowing why, and then Barbara answers the door and both of them are staring at each other and it ends up leading to tears, apologies/explanations and maybe even a love confession? (Sorry if this is vague I'm just listening to music and ended up in a gay sad mood)

I’m finally done!! Thank you so much for your patience and for all of the prompts you’ve sent in. Apparentl yI recieved this 3 months ago. And it’s finally done. 

Barbara Lake sat on the couch in her living room. She was fuming slightly as she sat watching her tea get cold. Walter had a lot of nerve showing up back on her doorstep after just leaving without a word like that. 

A knock at her door brought her head up. The frown on her face deepened to a scowl. If that was Walter again she was going to he furious. What would it take for him to leave her alone? Maybe he needed a demonstration of her skills in Krav Maga. 

She stood up and marched to the door. She snatched the door open and took a breath to scold Walter. However instead of a former flame who had left without a word it…the museum director?

“Ms. Nomura?” Barbara asked, her voice raising in surprise. 

The other woman took an unconscious step back when she saw the furious look on Barbara’s face.  Barbara noticed she looked as well put together as ever, her raven hair falling neatly to her shoulders, not a hair out of place. 

“If this is a bad time I can come back later.” Ms. Nomura said. Was she nervous, Barbara wondered. She couldn’t think of a single time she had ever seen her nervous. 

“No it’s not a bad time. I just thought you were…never mind. Is there something I can help you with? Jim hasn’t broken into the museum again has he?”

“No. I’m not here to discuss Little Gynt.” Nomura said. Barbara quirked her eyebrow. There was a fondness in her voice that had certainly been absent the last time she had visited. And the nickname? Peer Gynt? Like the play? When had the two of them gotten close enough for nicknames? Her next words startled Barbara from her thoughts. “May I come in?”

“Of-of course.” Barbara was once again surprised by the trepidation in her voice. She stepped aside to let her into her house. 

“Thank you. I was hoping to talk. And to apologize.”

As she spoke Nomura moved across the living room with a careful eye on her surroundings. When the space passed whatever inspection she was doing she took a seat at the dining room table. 

“What were you hoping to talk about, Ms. Nomura?” Barbara asked, joining her at the table. 

“You can call me Zelda. If you want.”

“Zelda then. What were-” she was interrupted by the back door opening. 

“Hey mom!” Jim called as he entered. “I need to grab something from my-”

Jim froze as he saw the two of them sitting at the table. Claire and Toby were right behind him. Barbara could feel the tension in the room immediately ratchet up. 

“Jim, wha-” Barbara was again interrupted by a truly amazing series of events. 

“For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is Mine to Command!” Jim shouted as he cleared the kitchen island then jumped clean through the kitchen window into the dining room. 

Barbara jumped up from her seat as Jim kicked the table away from her pushing Zelda back. Jim was wearing a full suit of metal armor and had a massive sword in his hand.

She barely heard a click as Toby walked into the dining room carrying a Flaming Warhammer! Then a crack from behind her and Claire emerged from a Whirling Black Portal with a MAGIC STAFF!!

Barbara was about to start screaming when a flash of emerald light flooded the room. Suddenly Ms. Nomura was gone and in her place was … something. She was magenta with polished stone skin and long black hair that flowed past her waist. Her green eyes glowed and she had sharpened teeth. She also had the handles of two massive curved blades poking out over shoulders. 

The three kids squared off against the thing that was Ms. Nomura who had her hands up in a placating gesture. Barbara could see this was seconds from turning into a full brawl in her living room. 

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Barbara’s scream dragged all activity in the room to a halt and could have almost shattered glass. “I think all of you have some explaining to do. And if you are going to fight…TAKE IT OUTSIDE!”

There was a couple seconds of silence where none of them moved. Then in a flash of green Ms. Nomura changed back into looking human. 

“I swear I wasn’t going to hurt her!” Zelda said. 

Jim sighed and grabbed at something on the breastplate of his armor. A soft blue glow surrounded his body and his armor disappeared into whatever he was holding. 

“I know I’m sorry. I just reacted on instinct. I just couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her.”

With Jim and Zelda returning to their relaxed states, Toby set this hammer, head down and leaned on the handle. Claire closed the portal and collapsed a strangely shaped staff, then she helped Jim move the table back to its previous position. Now that no one was about to fight Barbara returned to her seat, and breathed in and out deeply through her nose. The rest of them quickly joined her around the table. 

“Now if one of you could please explain.” Barbara said, despite trying to be as calm as possible, her voice was still strained. Her son was wearing magic armor? Nomura could apparently change into some kind of creature? Toby and Claire were involved as well? What on earth was going on? And why did this seem so familiar?

Jim sat down and took a deep breath. Slowly he started to explain, with Claire and Toby jumping in occasionally. Together they explained about Trolls and Jim’s calling as the Trollhunter. As the kids were explaining Barbara noticed that Ms. Nomura was being carefully silent. 

“I Came Here-” Zelda loudly interrupted. Jim closed his mouth mid word with a snap. Barbara watched Zelda fidget for a moment. The kids seemed just as confused by her odd behavior. After the silence had grown long she took a breath and began again a little calmer. 

“I came here, to apologize.” Zelda looked at Barbara, green eyes meeting blue. Emerald meeting sapphire. “The last time I was in this house, your son and I were on opposite sides of this conflict. I was so sure that there was no other option for me. I had come here with every intention of killing him.”

She looked down and away, then looked back to Barbara. “I drugged the tea I made for you. Had I been successful you would have woken up to find your son’s body. I am sorry. I’m sorry I betrayed your trust and for the times I tried to kill Jim.”

A resounding silence followed this. Jim was looking down at the table top tracing the wood grain. Claire’s eyebrows were raised. She had likely heard some version of these events, but apparently hadn’t heard all the details. Toby kept looking between Barbara and Zelda. Finally Barbara took a small breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. 

“Thank you. Thank you for apologizing.” Barbara said. 

Toby immediately jumped in to prevent another awkward silence and began talking at a rapid fire pace. Jim and Claire settled in as well to finishing their explanation of everything that had happened. 

Much of what they said was very distressing, and some out right terrifying. But Barbara found herself struggling to take her eyes off the woman beside her. 

As the kids talked Barbara reached under the table and grabbed the other woman’s knee and gave it a slight squeeze. Ms. Nomura grabbed her hand and squeezed it back. The two of them sat there, holding hands under the table, until the children finished explaining about the world of trolls. 

Jim, Claire and Toby had to leave, as the evening grew long to help protect the village of Trollmarket during the night from Gunmar’s troops.  Barbara and Zelda stayed behind to continue the conversation from earlier, and finally start to get their feelings out in the open. 

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Yes, Professor- Part 2

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WC: 1,899

Warnings: dirty future implications? None really.

A/N: This doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it-- Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat. Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!

By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.

Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.

“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”

You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.

“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.” 

You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin. Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment--immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.

He wore a gray-blue button up and a dark blue patterned tie. His black suit jacket was left unbuttoned, giving him more freedom to move since he had a tendency to pace back and forth while he lectured. Your eyes danced across his shoulders and chest, soaking in his appearance before trailing to where his shirt was neatly tucked into his pants. When your gaze flashed to his crotch, you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed you checking him out.

“Told you,” Charlie mocked.

“Charlie, shut up,” you whispered sharply.

“Is there a problem, ladies? Something maybe you’d like to share with the rest of us since it can’t seem to wait until after class?”

He stood next to his desk with his hands on his hips, giving you both a disapproving look. He was clearly annoyed, but damn, you couldn’t help thinking how he could make you do anything if he said it with that stance.

“No, sir. Sorry,” you apologized.

He continued with his lecture again. A moment passed before Charlie had the nerve to whisper, “bet you wish he’d asked you to stay after class.”

You punched her thigh under the counter and she hissed in pain-- a little too loud.

“Miss Y/L/N, Miss Bradbury, that’s enough,” Professor Winchester said firmly. “That’s the third time this morning you’ve caused a disruption. I want you both to come see me after class.”

Your heart sank. You never got in trouble. Not only were you in trouble, but now you had to stay behind and have an actual conversation when you could hardly even look at him.

Charlie didn’t make another comment for the rest of the morning and, because presentations had gone over on time Monday, he lectured until the last minute to make up for that lost time.

“Alright everyone, we’ll stop there for today, and remember-- no class Friday. Have a good weekend.” He looked pointedly at both of you. “Ladies.”

You dropped your head sheepishly and made a silent vow to yourself that you’d make Charlie pay for this. As soon as your bag was packed, you slipped your arms through the straps and followed Charlie to where Professor Winchester stood beside his desk.

You groaned internally when you saw that he’d removed his black suit jacket and was just finishing rolling the cuffs of his button up. He leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms before looking at you. You dropped your eyes to the floor, not letting them linger on the muscles of his forearms that were now uncovered. Why was that little habit so sexy? You still hadn’t recovered from him doing it last class.

“Either one of you want to explain what that was about today?” He waited patiently, as neither of you spoke right away.

“Sorry, Professor. Y/N had told me a story that was...kind of a cliffhanger. I wanted to know more and you know how I get when I need to know stuff. Always blurting things out,” Charlie shrugged sweetly.

You turned to gauge his reaction and found that he was already looking at you. He held your gaze and a small smile spread across his face as he began to nod.

“I do know how eager you can be, Charlie,” he said, dropping the formal tone he used in class. He turned to look at her and you were grateful to be released from the hypnotic hold his bright green eyes had on you. A shiver ran down your spine when you imagined those eyes dark with lust like they’d been in your dream, but you tried your best to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I’ve always admired your curiosity, but keep in mind there’s a time and a place. Normally I welcome questions and discussions, but today you were both disruptive. You’re good students, so maybe we can chalk it up to the excitement of this...story that was so interesting. Don’t let it happen again. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you and Charlie said simultaneously.

“Good. Charlie, you’re free to go. Y/N, I’d like a word in private.”

Your stomach seemed to drop all the way down into your toes. Alone? With him?

Charlie turned on her heel, making sure her back was to him, and waggled her eyebrows with a smirk. You glared at her as she skipped out of the classroom.

Professor Winchester stood to grab his bag and coat. “There’s another class in here in about fifteen minutes, so we’ll move to my office.”

You followed him into the hall, down the stairs, and hung a left to one of the back hallways where the faculty members’ offices were located. Passing several doors, you arrived at the end of the hall where he ushered you into his office.

Centered against the back wall facing the door was a stately desk and leather swivel chair. Two shelves overflowing with books flanked the desk-- topics ranging from guns and war to folklore and other historical events. To the left was a large armchair next to a small side table and lamp. To the right was a small couch and directly in front of his desk were two chairs. The room was quite large, but the space was slightly cramped from all of the mismatched furniture he used for group project discussions with students or informal staff meetings. As you stood nervously examining his office, he placed his jacket and bag on the small couch along the right side of the room.

“Y/N, I wanted to touch base with you and see how things are going,” he said, turning to face you. “I couldn’t help noticing you seem a little distracted this semester.”

You have no idea. You cleared your throat and tried to come up with something to say.

“Sorry, Professor Winchester, I--”

“Dean,” he cut you off. “Outside of class, if you’re comfortable, you can call me Dean. I know the whole ‘professor’ thing can get a little redundant anyway. Continue.”

You bit your tongue to avoid telling him that you actually found the ‘professor’ title kind of sexy in his case. 

“Uh, sure. Dean... I guess I have been a little distracted...and I’m so sorry for interrupting class today. Charlie was just-- Well, like she said, she was asking me a question and I was just trying to--” You sighed as you stumbled over your words. “It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry.”

“I hope not. You’ve always been a good student and I’d hate to see this kind of behavior become a habit.”

“I know. It was a one time thing and I’ll make sure Charlie’s on the same page. I’ll be on my best behavior from now on-- I promise.”

“Good girl.” 

His voice was low and he sounded pleased with your response. Your body went rigid and your throat went dry. For a second you thought you might have even stroked out because you seemed to lose all ability to form a coherent thought.

“I...excuse me?”

He quirked an eyebrow and smiled thoughtfully to himself. “I said, good girl.”

When he said the phrase again, it was like a jolt to your core. You desperately wished that you’d worn jeans, because your dress wasn’t going to do much in hiding how wet you already were from a few simple words.

Shit--how long have you been trying to figure out what to say? What the hell do you even say? God yes. Call me a good girl again, Professor.

“Something wrong, Y/N? Professor McHotCakes got your tongue?” He smirked.

As realization dawned on you, your eyes grew wide and you pictured yourself looking white as a ghost. You were definitely going to have to drop out of school. Move somewhere far, far, far away.

“I finished grading the papers from last class. I thought it was a little odd you’d turn in the same assignment I’d already graded from the week before-- especially since the topics were completely unrelated.” 

He took a tentative step toward you, but your feet remained cemented to the floor.

“I turned it over to make sure I hadn’t missed anything...” He moved another step closer, looking down at you as he continued his musings. “Maybe your assignments were stuck together. Maybe you tried to conserve paper. But all I found was an interesting little conversation...”

His gaze briefly darted to your lips before returning to your eyes.

When had your breathing become so heavy? Was it hot in here, or just you? Or maybe it was just him...

“I’m...so sorry.”

That was the best you could do. Honestly, what else do you even say to your instructor after he finds out you’ve been having dirty dreams about him? Why the hell couldn’t the floor in his office open up and swallow you whole?

“Did you do the assignment?”

“Yes, sir. Some of my papers were spilled last class and it must be mixed in with those. But I have it backed up-- I can go to the library and print it right now, I--”

He held up a hand to stop you as he backed away and went to sit behind his desk. “I have a meeting soon and classes all afternoon. If you can get it to me before I leave at 8 tonight I won’t count off.”

You didn’t understand why he was being so understanding about everything, but you sure weren’t going to argue with him. “I can do that, absolutely. Thank you so much, Professor. Uh, Mr. W-- uh, Dean. Thank you.”

Your face flushed for about the twentieth time and you turned quickly to make your way to the door.

“And Y/N?” he called. Halfway out the door, you turned to see a mischievous smirk on his face. “Don’t be late. It just so happens I do have a thing for good girls.”

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