#all those straight lines matches up with the way he writes super well

[ultfan]

                     note-taking on looseleaf paper, huh? well, komaeda wasn't going to call ouma out on their bullshit. it didn't really matter to him either way. he just takes the paper and turns it over so he can use it for his purposes. the tip of his pencil lightly touches against the page, but pauses before he makes an actual mark.

                     ‶  ah... but what to draw...  ″ he doesn't have the imagination for this — at least, that's what he feels. a small frown makes its way onto his face, brows furrowed as he focuses on the blank page in front of him. ——— he guesses he has inspiration right here, though.

                     eyes lift up to his underclassman, studying their expression for a moment. ouma had drawn a few self-portraits of themself... so maybe komaeda could draw them too? he had no intention of drawing himself. he wasn't so vain. but ouma was someone who was worth that effort. even if he's sure it'll end up terrible.

                     ‶  i got it.  ″ he shifts so that he can get in a more comfortable position for drawing. then, he starts. pencil being dragged across the paper with a surprising intensity. similar to how he writes — his movements are rigid. gripping the pencil tightly and moving it in strong, short strokes.

                     when he finishes his little drawing of ouma it has a similar look to certain types of hatching — it's by no means perfect, but you can tell who it's meant to be. it's decent. something that could hypothetically be refined into a skill if he gave it the time and effort.

                     ‶  as expected... it's just as painful to look at as my handwriting.  ″ he lets out a sigh, putting the pencil down. it's incredibly dull now, given the pressure he was using.  ‶  i'm sorry for wasting your paper.  ″

ah, he's taking it that seriously. well, they signed themself up for this... they were used to expecting complete denial for these sorts of things, spurred on by random compliments. though, it was weirdly inspiring to see him not completely put himself down for this. so, they'll indulge it. the result won't be boring at any rate!

" yeah, obviously! i always keep a pen and paper on me for notetaking; i'd be stupid not to! " they hum, pulling such items from their back pocket, and unfolding the paper as it's handed to komaeda.

of course, they were completely lying when they said they carried them all the time. who would've guessed they were lying about notetaking too. " oh, i guess it can be used for drawing too. i'm not that strict with it. silly me! " right. half of the page was covered in their stupid little self-portraits...

well, at least the back could still be used?

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a reaction ot8 stray kids with a scary looking male reader with tattoos who's taller and stronger than them but is super nice to them.

I wasn't sure what to request, so I hope this is ok🙃

my first time writing on the internet...thank you so much for the request, darling <3 I really hope you like it. (also, i wasn't sure if the reader is a skz member, so I wrote him as one. hope that's okay.)

OT8 REACTION TO INTIMIDATING MALE READER

warnings: slightly suggestive in Lee Know's part.

Bang Chan

He'd be a bit startled at first when being introduced to the new trainee. The guy was tall. The height was the first thing our tiny leader noticed. (M/n)'s tattoos were badass, yes, but that paired with his frame and sharp features was...intimidating. He looked like he could break you in half with those big hands of his. Once he got over the initial surprise, he grew attached. I mean, who wouldn't? (M/n) was an absolute sweetheart. He was quite soft and funny under those muscles. (M/n) was a gentle giant. He'd drag a tired, overworked Chan out of the studio at 3am and carry him like a princess. Once he was added to the group, (M/n) became the official body pillow. Especially to our koala Chan. Scenario

Bang Chan was talking to stay on Chan's Room one day, smiling and giggling at their pickup lines. His eyes landed on one comment which made him giggle a bit more than the others. "Are you mixed? Cuz you're half fine and half mine." He giggled like a little boy and dialed (M/n)'s number. "That's a good one!!" "I have to try it on (M/n)" "Hey hyung, what's up?" "Hey (M/n)....I just wanted to ask you, are you mixed?" "Huh?" "Cuz you're half fine ,half mine." "I'm all yours." (M/n) was one cheeky mf. And that one line was enough to make Chan and STAY go feral.

Lee Minho

He'd definitely be in awe. He'd love to randomly trace the tattoos with his finger and the first time he'd do it would be by poking a rose tattoo on (M/n)'s arm. Once he's comfortable, he'd be using this man like a lamppost to lean on. But at first, he'd be all wide-eyed and trying not to blush when (M/n) raises a brow at him. Would LOVE having (M/n)'s hand on his thigh. Definitely would make comments with a straight face. "You could split me in half like a pistachio." "Those thighs would look really good aroun-" (M/n) raises a brow and he stops. But it's all in good fun. Or is it? Scenario

(M/n) and him were doing that one babysitting show and the kid just looked so enamored by (M/n). He would have his cute wide eyes looking at him in awe and touching the tattoos. (M/n) would smile softly at the kid and put him on his shoulders.

"You'd be a good daddy." Of course, (M/n) knew what was coming. Minho would lean into his ear and whisper. "In more ways than one."

Seo Changbin

This man would look at (M/n) and think "goals." He'd always playfully squeeze (M/n)'s muscles. They'd get along quite easily, I'd say. Gym bros. And (M/n) would be always excited for Dwaekki Gym.

He'd sit there like an excited school kid watching their parent cook their favorite if (M/n)'s in the kitchen. He'd be used to the jokes that are made when they stand next to each other. They even have matching Snoopy and Woodstock t-shirts. I definitely don't need to mention that these two would DEVOUR girlgroup dances. (M/n) would also playfully fight with Wooyoung. "Changbin's mine."

Scenario

At a concert, they were all playing around and a fan holds up a sign with Changbin's picture from the Case 143 MV that says "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Changbin makes an X with his arms and points to (M/n) who had Minho's hand on his butt (nothing new). The fan screams "HE'S CHEATING ON YOUUUUU".

Hwang Hyunjin

Would be a bit blushy at first. He'd probably take some time to warm up to (M/n). But once he's comfortable with (M/n), he'd ask questions. "Did it hurt?" "What's that inspired by?" He'd recommend tattoo ideas as well. "How about a rose and thorns on your hip?"

Definitely would draw (M/n). No doubt about it. Would either draw a simple side profile or draw his beautiful hands. Always holding (M/n)'s hands and would definitely bite his thighs. They'd appear on Studio Choom's Mix & Match together and would be an iconic dance duo. Would watch Kdramas together and (M/n) would poke fun at some stupidities just to get on Hyunjin's nerves.

Scenario (M/n) grinning like an idiot while Hyunjin does body paint on his un-tattooed arm. He leans in and pecks Hyunjin's forehead. Of course, he'd let out a soft laugh seeing that beautiful eye smile of our dumpling. He then shows off the body paint on live.

Han Jisung

Fanboy. Fan. Boy. He loves (M/n)'s tattoos and loves how easily he can pick him up. Jokingly calls him 'bodyguard' and loves to hear him rap. Was a bit flustered by how attentive (M/n) was when he started rambling about something. (M/n) has a habit of babying him because he's a smol bean. Chair? What's that? He only knows (M/n)'s lap. And (M/n) would 100% shield him and glare at people who don't understand privacy at airports. He'd have an arm wrapped around Jisung at all times. Jisung would also fangirl over (M/n)'s photoshoots.

Scenario

(M/n) peacefully spinning around with Changbin at a concert while Han grabs him by the arm and goes, "Jeogiyo...hokshi yeoja chingu isseoyo?" And then (M/n) picks him up and spins him around while laughing that cute laugh of his.

Lee Felix

He was a teeny tiny bit intimidated by (M/n) but the moment (M/n) introduced himself and smiled, Felix knew that the guy was just another cute crackhead like the rest of them. He would love to play video games with (M/n) and (M/n) may or may not have let him win. Both of them would make midnight snacks and have conversations which are either really deep or really high. Also, (M/n) definitely compares hand sizes and coos at Yongbok's tiny hands. Also, (M/n) is a human heater. Definitely perfect for cuddles. Scenario

"Hyunggggggg I made brownieeeessssssss" (M/n) was scrolling and had his rbf on, but his striking gaze immediately softened and lit up once he saw Felix. Felix, who noticed, goes and pinches his cheeks. "Softie." "You know it."

Kim Seungmin

He was a little awkward at first, since he's not used to seeing someone so intimidating. But also because he takes a bit of time to warm up to someone. But one day, when he sees (M/n) reading one of his favorite books and being all giddy, he knew that the big strong man was really a fluff ball. (M/n) and Seungmin would do a lot of lives together and it becomes sort of a series (like Chan's Room) since they match each other's energy really well. (M/n) is also someone baby stays would consider "the normal one" like Seungmin. But boy are they wrong.. Scenario

(M/n) MCing and Seungmin teasing him. "What's your favorite Stray Kids song, MC-hyung?" "Do you like Stray Kids, MC-hyung?"

Yang Jeongin

Would be intimidated. Especially since he was such a smol babie and going through a lot of stress. But one day, (M/n) packs him lunch for school and Jeongin almost cried. He felt so guilty for being scared around (M/n) but (M/n) assured him that it's okay. (M/n) also helped him with school during trainee days. He'd have a fun way of teaching and he wanted Jeongin to at least pass. He helped Jeongin through a lot and would make sure he took care of himself. He's extra soft for our maknae. Would make comebacks at hate comments towards Jeongin. They have a very strong bond. Stay calls (M/n) Jeongin's dad. Scenario

(M/n) coming home after a long day at the studio and just cuddling Jeongin.

[kimberrysunwoo]

Carnivals & Lollipops

pairing: boyfriend!yuhno x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and yunho spend the day together at the amusement park

note: happy yunho day!! i was also listening to still with you by lee gong hi and yoo seung on repeat while writing this. hope you enjoy!

walking into the fair, immediately being pulled by your tall boyfriend, yunho, and straight into the gift shop. buying yourselves matching headbands and a giant lollipop.

“yunho, we don’t need two, one is already big enough” you said as he tries to push another lollipop into your hands.

“fine, but if we only get one then we have to share!” yunho said jumping around at the thought of being able to share a sweet treat with his partner.

getting out of the shop, your first stop: the carousel. before the ride began, both of you taking pictures on the horses with your lollipop and headbands plus silly selfies all throughout the ride. laughter emits from your boyfriend as you stumble to get off from being dizzy.

rollercoasters are a must with yunho, so you guys end up in a forty-five minute queue for the tallest attraction there. nevertheless, those forty-five minutes are well-spent as you guys finish off your shared lollipop and dance around. since yunho can’t seem to keep still from the excitement so he ends up back hugging you while walking in line.

once seated, obviously in the first seat, your hands are clasped super tightly. hearts pounding, once the drop comes both of you scream nonsense at the top of your lungs. when the ride comes to an end, both of you laughing at what you guys said in the case of if you guys didn’t make it.

“i can’t believe you said that you would rather resurrect as a worm! what made that even get in your head?”

“that’s because i know you would still love me if i was a-“ then your very serious conversation is interrupted because you had made it to the front of the line to the food court.

~

sinking into the chair of the cafeteria, feet finally getting to take a break and enjoying your refreshing slushy and food.

you take a break and walk around the beautiful theme park and going on silly rides such as the teacups and the pirate ship.

going home on the last bus of the day, while sharing earbuds with yunho was unbelievably calming and a great way to end your fun time together. being one of the very few people on the bus this late at night and watching the street lights zoom past your view. starting to feel drowsy, you slightly rest your head on yunho’s arm. eyes drooping shut, and dozing off with your boyfriend’s warmth radiating off of him.

“sleep well, my love.”

[bananaofswifts]

5 STARS

If the Taylor’s Versions project has taught us anything, it’s that the past doesn’t have to be a foreign country.

Sure, they did things a little differently there, but with the right motivation (reclaiming the songs that were sold behind her back), Taylor Swift’s glorious history can be recreated almost exactly how it was when she first burned these songs onto the soul of a generation.

That approach, however, was always likely to face a few challenges along the way and ‘Speak Now’ – for true hardcore Swifties, perhaps the most cherished album in even her beloved catalogue – is one of them.

Because her third album saw Swift fearlessly taking control, writing every note of the record herself and boldly choosing to capture a snapshot of her unvarnished teenage truth.

So, ‘Speak Now’ is always honest, sometimes brutally so. No one batted an eyelid at it in 2010, but in 2023, such things tend to be viewed through a different lens.

So, this third in the series of Taylor’s Versions sees the first significant rewriting of her not-so-secret history. She replaces the controversial ‘Better Than Revenge’ lyric, “She’s better known for the things she does on the mattress�� with the more sisterly, “He was a moth to the flame, she was holding the matches.”

The new line works well, even if it might not hit as hard. So, before the faceless suits that now ‘own’ Swift’s original albums celebrate that there might be at least one song in their vault to still get streamed after receiving the TV treatment, it should be noted that that is the album’s only real attempt to mitigate the raw emotions of the past.

Instead, it’s worth noting that ‘Better Than Revenge’ is followed by the wise-beyond-her-years philosophising of ‘Innocent’ in which Swift observes that, “Life is a tough crowd/Thirty-two and still growing up now”.

Swift was indeed 32 when she re-recorded those words but the empowering, elemental force and simmering hurt that made the original ‘Speak Now’ such a remarkable record remains strikingly intact. The snarky gown-shaming in the wedding-crasher title track remains wonderfully unfiltered. The wounded distress at teenage tormentors and bitter bloggers in ‘Mean’ still cuts every bit as deep. And the forensic disassembly of a gaslighting ex on ‘Dear John’, now with added protective wisdom for her younger self, is as quietly crushing as ever.

In short, Swift knows exactly where to draw the line. And, on ‘Speak Now’, the lines she draws are beautiful, showcasing the countless things Swift excels at beyond hell-hath-no-fury-like-a-teenager-scorned retribution.

So, the joyous shimmer of ‘Sparks Fly’ reminds you even this most heart-breaking record still had moments of unfettered delight. The nostalgia of ‘Never Grow Up’ remains as guilelessly devastating as ever, despite the fact that Swift is now as far away from the third verse’s uncertain adulting as she was then from the first verse’s childhood snoozing. And best of all, ‘Back To December’ – a serious contender for Swift’s finest song – shows that, actually, there is nothing Swift does better than regret.

Of course, Taylor’s Version offers her the opportunity to do what that song’s protagonist couldn’t: go back in time and change it. But, while the main album production (by Swift and Christopher Rowe, replacing Nathan Chapman) softens the Nashville neon and country vocal twang, she generally resists the temptation to mess with perfection.

Meanwhile, the ‘From The Vaults’ unheard tracks – with co-production from Taylor’s favoured 2023 colleagues Jack Antonoff and Aaron Dessner – showcase both where Swift was and how far she’s come.

As befitting SN’s status as her most emo album, her collaborators come straight from 2010’s alt-rock top drawer. So, Fall Out Boy elevate ‘Electric Touch’ to soaring pop-punk status and the presence of Paramore’s Hayley Williams on ‘Castles Crumbling’ makes it a duet for the ages, their voices gorgeously intertwining as they wrestle with the fear that the cheers may one day turn to jeers.

Everywhere, you’ll find foreshadowing of Swift’s supremely versatile future: the astute third-person observation of ‘When Emma Falls in Love’; the folk(lore)y mannerisms of ‘Timeless’; the edgy guitars/saucy lyrics combo of ‘I Can See You’.

Her current tour has made Swift a bigger star than ever but, 13 years on, ‘Speak Now’ remains the foundation stone that her songwriting empire was built upon.

It was, as the main album’s closer ‘Long Live’ notes, “The end of a decade/But the start of an age”. And even if things have changed a little since your last visit, this Swift era is still guaranteed to give you the time of your life, whatever dragons you may be fighting these days.

[aigoos]

Date Me | Oneshot Fluffy College AU Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3,700~

Summary: Anakin was determined to get his professor to date him by putting "Me" in the date line of his exams.

This plot bunny idea was all due to Magnusbae's post about a college AU Obikin that would not leave me alone. Many thanks to Ineffableobikin for betaing and making it a lot better!  This is the first fanfic I have written since 2015.  I hope you will enjoy it!

*****

Why the kriff do I need to take history if I am a mechanical engineering major?

This was the thought going through Anakin's head as he sat in the back of the lecture hall, a bored and disgruntled expression gracing his handsome face. He glanced over at Padme next to him. Normally she'd sit in the front, but she was sitting in the back with him out of loyalty. She was poised and ready with her opened laptop and notebook with her favourite pen. Her posture was straight and perfect; Anakin was the opposite, as he slouched in his seat, with the laptop on the desk still closed. His notebook was at least opened, and he'd dug out one of those cheap pens that barely write.

"The least you could do is smile, Ani. Your expression could scare off a ghost at this point."

"Come on, Padme, you know I don't care for history!"

"And literature, and biology, and--"

"Hush," Anakin said, finally grinning. "I proudly admit that I don't care for subjects outside my major."

Padme giggled. "Yes, we all know you'd rather fiddle around with droids and other machines, but at least Professor Kenobi is excellent from what I hear. One of the best here at Coruscant University."

"Hmm. You say that about every professor, though. And may I just say that Professor Mace Windu from the last term was not excellent."

"Well, if you hadn't been tardy all the time--"

"Not my fault his class was at ass o'clock!"

"But you also did argue with him in our discussions. Rather aggressively," Padme continued, rolling her eyes in fondness. "I know he encouraged participation and healthy debates, but you didn't have to antagonise him about everything."

Anakin scowled. Before he could respond, the door near the front opened and in walked Professor Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin's breath immediately hitched. He quickly sat up, and his mouth opened slightly as he took in their professor.

Kriffing hell. He's hot, he's hot, he's super hot!

Professor Kenobi was tall -- not as tall as him -- but tall enough. He wore a white button-up shirt under a soft-looking grey cardigan with a pair of chinos and loafers. His copper-coloured hair was styled with a side part, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Anakin would never consider such a boring style for himself, but on Professor Kenobi, it was absolutely perfect.

"Hey," Padme hissed softly and elbowed his side. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

Anakin quickly closed his mouth, and he listened to his professor introduce himself. Later, had Padme asked, he would not have remembered a single thing that was said. What he did remember was that heavenly voice with the amazing Coruscanti accent. That voice soothed his soul, and all he could think was just how it would sound and feel if Professor Kenobi was whispering such pretty phrases right into his ear.

He watched Professor Kenobi's demeanour -- so posh but also warm and inviting. The way he patiently explained the topic and answered the students' questions warmed him. His intelligence shone through, and Anakin actually found himself wondering what would happen if he were to have a healthy debate with him. Would it be intellectually stimulating, or would it be a frustrating bantha poodoo of a yelling match like with that evil Windu? Anakin hoped for the first option. Professor Kenobi was already a million times better than Windu.

Anakin never believed in love at first sight -- but he believed in it now. He was stupidly smitten with his history professor.

*****

"Ani, you want my history class notes?"

Anakin nodded with a sheepish grin. "Please? I'll make it up to you, and I swear, I'll pay more attention in the next class."

"Did Skyguy fall asleep in class again?" Ashoka asked, reaching over to steal a roll off of Anakin's plate.

"Snips! Get your own food!"

Padme ignored their usual shenanigans and slowly ate her food before answering Ahsoka. "He's head over heels with our history professor."

Ahsoka's eyes went wide. "Huh -- Professor Kenobi?" Then she grinned slowly. "Well, he is quite easy on the eyes, if you like them more . . . distinguished?"

"Old, Ashoka. You can say it," Rex interjected.

"He's not that old!" Anakin said with a groan. "Maybe he's about ten years . . . older than us?"

"Old or not, Ani, just know that I will not be giving you my notes all the time. I'm not your secretary!" Padme handed over her notes, all colour-coded and organised.

"Yes, ma'am!" Anakin took the notes and vowed to ace the course so he could get Professor Kenobi's -- no, Obi-Wan's attention.

*****

Starting from the next class, Anakin chose to sit at the front. Not only did that please Padme, but it allowed him to be closer to Obi-Wan. He purposely chose the seat that was directly across from Obi-Wan's desk, and it allowed him to pretend they were sitting together like on a date. The closer proximity excited him, and he looked forward to every class just for that.

Several things about Obi-Wan caught his eyes, such as the way he would run his hand through his beard when in deep thought, the way his beautiful grey-blue eyes sparkled as he told the class about a topic he loved, the way he carried himself with confidence and ease that just oozed sexiness.

Every class, Anakin just fell more and more in love with him.

History, on the other hand, still bored the kark out of him. He adored listening to Obi-Wan's melodious voice, but all the facts, dates, and other tedious information went over his head. Still, he tried to pay attention, and he worked his arse off with their assignments.

History, though, was the least of his worries. Amongst his friends, they may jokingly call him The Hero With No Fear, but Anakin was scared and clueless on how to get Obi-Wan's attention and to start "wooing" him as Rex called it. Anakin had never dated anyone. He'd been happy enough with a romance-free lifestyle as he tinkered with his droids and focused on other geeky hobbies. Obviously, that was no longer the case, but he had no idea how to take the first step.

He asked Padme for advice, and she said, "Why don't you actually try to get into history and ask him some questions after class to start up a discussion?"

Anakin pulled a face. "I'm already struggling to retain just what he covers in class. I'm reaching my limits with this subject!"

"You could just ask him out to coffee?"

". . . That just sounds like it will come out of nowhere."

Padme sighed. "Well, you'll figure something out. You've got that mechanical mind. Use it to find a solution."

The ideas he got from Ahsoka and Rex were ones he'd only consider if Tatooine froze over and all the sand on that dust ball was turned into real diamonds. The less said about those suggestions, the better.

It was during their first history exam that Anakin had a moment of genius. He stared at the top where it said "Date:________". And instead of writing the actual date, he wrote "Me".

This is perfect! It's not over the top like some of those insane ideas Snips and Rex suggested, and this doesn't involve me having to think of history topics to engage him in a long discussion -- this will do!

With an excited grin, Anakin finished the exam and looked forward to their next class.

*****

During lunch with his friends, Padme brought up his happiness from earlier. "Was it my imagination, or were you actually grinning like a loon during our history exam?"

"Oh! Skyguy finally loves history and not just the professor?" Ahsoka exclaimed with a knowing grin. She elbowed Rex in his side and continued, "Think he's actually using our ideas on how to woo him?"

"Like hell, 'Soka!" Anakin managed to blush and look slightly squeamish. "I'd rather bathe in sand than consider some of those ideas."

"Were our ideas that bad?" Rex asked with a deadpan expression. "I thought our ideas would work. If anything, they'd certainly make a lasting impression."

"Nah, he's just a prude," Ahsoka stated firmly. "When it comes to dating and flirting and all those romantic things, he's more of an old man from ancient times, doing the whole courtship thing with flowers and candle-lit dinners."

Padme laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that, actually, but really, Ani, what did you do?"

Anakin glared at Ahsoka before answering, "I just put "Me" in the date line." And he saw all three pairs of eyes stare at him in various levels of surprise.

It was Padme who finally broke the silence. "Next class will certainly be interesting."

Ahsoka and Rex nodded together and said, "Keep us posted!"

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please see me after class," was what Obi-Wan said to him while putting his exam in front of him. Anakin didn't even look at the paper; his attention was completely on Obi-Wan's face. It was fleeting, but Anakin caught the slight frown and the confused look in Obi-wan's eyes.

Anakin's insides churned unpleasantly, but he shoved those feelings of dread aside. He had to pay attention. He was also curious as to what he'd received on his exam, so he looked at his score and grinned. A ninety-two was not bad at all considering that his last history exam score had been a dismal fifty-five.

But worries began to bubble to the surface again as he wondered what Obi-Wan would do after class. Would he yell? Would he be disgusted? Would he tell Anakin to get out of his class? Anakin chewed on his lip as his brain spiralled all over the place.

Padme's soft touch on his hand drew him out of the whirlwind, and he saw her worried expression. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and mouthed, "I'm fine," and showed her his exam score. She blinked and then beamed while giving him a thumbs up. Anakin glanced at her exam and saw the one hundred, and he was not surprised at all. He also gave her a thumbs up.

They both returned their minds to their history class when Cody, Obi-Wan's teaching assistant, started the slideshow for today's lecture. Anakin forced himself to pay attention, knowing he would face the music shortly.

*****

Everyone left the lecture hall, and Anakin found himself alone with Obi-Wan. Anakin remained in his seat, and Obi-Wan stood and leaned against his desk across from Anakin. They both stared at each other, one with dread and stars in his eyes, and the other with confusion and curiosity.

Anakin broke the silence. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Obi-Wan waved his hand at the exam paper still on Anakin's desk. "You wrote something . . . unexpected . . . on your exam."

"What -- the 'me' in the date line?" Anakin asked, suddenly feeling brash. "It was real."

Kriff me. Could I sound any more idiotic than just now?!

Anakin forced himself not to cringe, forced himself to look as relaxed as possible. He also told himself to not look stupidly eager. He didn't need to look pathetically needy.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, but he didn't say anything for a long while. So long that Anakin started fidgeting and he was about to say something when Obi-Wan finally asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Anakin echoed back in confusion. "Why what?"

"Why did you put 'Me'?"

Anakin blinked. "Because I want you to?"

"To . . . ?"

" . . . Date me?" Anakin stood up from his chair. "I want you to date me, prof -- Obi-Wan. I like you."

A frown appeared on Obi-Wan's handsome face. Obi-Wan crossed his arms before replying, "No need to prolong this farce, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry . . . ?"

"You don't need to continue this joke," Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin looked at him with a stunned expression. "This is not a joke."

" . . . This is also not exactly appropriate since you are currently my student."

"I can wait until this term is over. I'd be happy to wait!" Anakin tried hard to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he was sure he didn't succeed.

"That's enough, Mr Skywalker. You may leave now."

*****

"He thought this was all a joke. Kriffing hell!" Anakin dropped his head on his arms and groaned loudly. "Why would he think it's a joke? I even confessed to him!"

"Hate to say it, but maybe you should have borrowed some of our ideas?" Rex said while he patted Anakin's back.

"Hell no!" Anakin exclaimed. "Don't even go there! I had no idea you and Ahsoka combined would come up with such super traumatising ideas!"

"Your loss, Skyguy," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "Don't tell me you're giving up already?"

Anakin lifted his head up and stared at his friends determinedly. "No, I will not give up."

"That's the spirit, Ani. What will you do next?" Padme asked.

"Let me think."

*****

Anakin's next idea was to write "Me" on the date line again on their next exam.

Cody wasn't there -- he was in another office grading some other things for Obi-Wan -- so Anakin dropped off his exam directly with Obi-Wan. He lingered as he watched Obi-Wan take his exam. He heard Obi-Wan's breath catch, and he met Obi-Wan's eyes, which were full of confusion. He leaned down slightly and whispered, "Not a joke."

To his immense disappointment, Obi-Wan didn't ask him to stay after their next class. That didn't deter him. If anything, it strengthened his resolve. Anakin did the same thing on the next exam, and he again leaned down as he turned it in, a bit closer this time, and said quietly, "Still not a joke."

Obi-Wan's eyes this time didn't look confused. Instead, Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side and gave him a slight smile and said, "Thank you, Mr Skywalker."

Like the last time, Obi-Wan didn't keep him behind after class. But Anakin felt like it was going somewhere.

"I think I'm winning him over," he told Padme.

"What makes you think that?"

"Last time he actually smiled and thanked me!"

" . . . But that wasn't really a smile. I saw it. It was very slight."

"Well, he couldn't beam at me like a loon," Anakin said matter-of-factly. "He's not the showy type."

Padme nodded. "That is true."

"I'm telling you -- I think I'll win him over." Anakin entered the cafeteria and looked for Rex and Ahsoka. "I'm trying to be patient. You know that's not my strong suit."

"Do I ever. I'm amazed by your patience, actually. Who are you? Did you get swapped out with a shapeshifter?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "So dramatic! Why are we friends again?" Padme giggled at that statement, and they changed their focus to lunch.

*****

On the next exam, Anakin changed things up slightly. On the date line, he wrote, "Me please".

Anakin figured some politeness may help win him over. After all, it never hurts to say "please".

When Anakin handed in his exam, Obi-Wan's gaze immediately strayed to the top, and he raised an eyebrow at the slight change. Obi-Wan looked up into Anakin's eyes. Smirking a bit to hide his nervousness, Anakin leaned down even closer and whispered, "Still not joking. Please know that I am serious."

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, and Anakin could see a slight flush on Obi-Wan's cheek.

Score! Looks like I'm slowly but surely making progress! With that thought, it took every ounce of Anakin's control to not pounce on him like a loth cat. Anakin could only hope that with a few weeks left in the term, he would convince Obi-Wan to go on a date. He was not going to give up when he could sense victory was so near.

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please stay behind."

Anakin's heart beat sped up when he heard the request. He looked up at Obi-Wan in surprise. There hadn't been an exam the previous week. He remained in his seat while everyone else left. As he watched, Obi-Wan rummaged through his desk and pulled out a book.

"This is for you. I ran into Professor Windu, and he mentioned to me that you're a mechanical engineering major."

Anakin's eyes bugged out. "How did Windu know that?!"

"Professor Windu, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry," Anakin said, not really sorry. "I mean Professor Windu."

"Anyway," Obi-Wan continued and handed the book to Anakin. "This is a book I figured may be your cup of tea. It focuses on how mechanical engineering affected and changed history at multiple points."

"Oh!" Anakin breathed out softly. "I . . . this sounds like it is definitely up my alley. Thank you for thinking of me." He accepted the book gently, and he briefly flipped through it with an awed expression.

Anakin looked up to see Obi-Wan giving him a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Anakin."

Anakin. Obi-Wan calling him by his first name was a much better gift than the book. With a huge smile, Anakin said, "See you next time."

*****

"He gave me a book. And, and! He called me 'Anakin'. Sith's hell, I think I am winning him over!"

His three best friends all looked at him with varying levels of disbelief.

"I still cannot believe your method is working," Ahsoka said before stuffing herself with another stolen roll from Anakin's plate.

"It's a shame he didn't need to use our ideas," Rex complained with a grin.

"I hope this doesn't mean I'll have both of them mooning over each other in history class. Thank goodness the term is coming to an end soon!" Padme said over a huge stack of books.

"And I call you three my best friends? Geez, thanks," Anakin said sarcastically. "Remind me to keep you all in the dark from now on."

Ashoka laughed loudly, nearly spitting out her food. "Nah, we know you -- you'll be over the moon and will overshare everything with us. Can't wait for the sexy bits!"

*****

On the final exam day, Anakin was nervous. Not about the actual exam, which hadn't been difficult for him. He had studied the material, so he was confident he'd get a good grade. No, what he was nervous about was what he had put on the date line. He had written, "Me please, coffee later?"

He had a good feeling about Obi-Wan accepting, but a part of him still felt nervous. What if Obi-Wan had changed his mind? What if Obi-Wan was just being nice? What if Anakin had read all the signs incorrectly and now he was just making a fool of himself?

Anakin was really trying hard not to work himself into a tizzy. He had to calm down and hope for the best. Taking a deep breath, he took his exam up to Obi-Wan. This time he didn't linger, but instead he made a quick exit. All his insecurities were piling up inside of him, and he needed to escape somewhere to calm himself.

The only place he could think of that would calm him down were the flight simulator rooms. He headed to that section of the campus, and he was relieved to find them empty. Just before he could enter one of the rooms, he heard someone calling for him.

"Ah, young Anakin! It has been a while!"

Anakin looked and saw that it was Professor Plo Koon, who was a kind of mentor to him. The two of them had bonded over a love of flying and similar inclinations with mechanical engineering. He forced a smile and said, "Hello, Professor. Good to see you."

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like your usual self." Anakin allowed Plo to lead them into one of the rooms. They took a seat, and Plo continued, "What's the matter, Anakin?"

"I'm not sure if I can talk about it, sir," Anakin said gloomily.

"Is it a matter of the heart?" Anakin winced at the question, and Plo gave him a gentle smile. "Ah, I was right. I will not press, but let me tell you one thing that a wise man once told me. 'Do or do not; there is no try'."

Anakin stared at him and then chuckled. "I see Dean Yoda has rubbed off on you."

"You cannot deny that it is a wise advice."

Anakin laughed some more. He already felt a bit more relaxed. Plo had a calming presence that never failed to soothe him. "Thanks, sir. I feel better."

"Excellent, my friend. Now, how about a few rounds in the simulator? Best two out of three?"

*****

Two days later, Anakin found himself outside of Obi-Wan's office. He fidgeted for a few minutes as he stared at the closed door. He knew Obi-Wan was in there because he could hear soft jazz music coming through the door. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

Come on, Skywalker. You can do this. Grow some kriffing balls!

Anakin breathed deeply once more and he opened the door.

"Hello, Obi-Wan."

"Hello there, Anakin."

Anakin saw Obi-Wan at his desk, stacks of paper all around him. Anakin glanced at the stacks before asking, "Isn't Cody supposed to help you with all this?"

"He came down with the flu," Obi-Wan explained and gestured at the stacks. "Thankfully, despite what you see here, I am almost done."

Anakin came around to the side of the desk. Before he could lose his nerve, he quickly blurted out, "Could we grab some coffee later tonight?"

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a soft smile. "Still not a joke?"

"Never. Not a joke, Obi-Wan. I wanted to do this sooner, but thought it would be better to wait until the term was over. I also finally finished that book you gave me, and I would love to talk about it with you since I found some of the items in there fascinating. Plus, I want to get to know you more, know you outside of school, so please--"

"Anakin."

Anakin knew he'd been rambling and was glad that Obi-Wan cut him off. He looked deep into Obi-Wan's eyes. He saw mirth and . . . fondness? Hope began to grow in him. "Yes?"

"Dear one, yes, we can go have coffee tonight. As a matter of fact, I wanted to take you to Dex's Diner -- it's my favourite place to eat, if you haven't been."

"Y-yes!" Anakin stammered out. "What time and where?"

"Seven in front of the university's main gate? I can drive us to Dex's."

Slowly, a huge smile appeared on Anakin's face. "Great! I can't wait!"

Obi-Wan reached out to hold Anakin's hand and he squeezed gently, and that sent a jolt of electricity up Anakin's arm. Anakin squeezed back as Obi-Wan said, "Then it's a date."

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50978791

[everystephoftheway]

camp cloudtop: chapter two

Chapter two!! I will most likely not post a chapter every day as this continues (I'm posting as I'm writing; I don’t have any backlog yet), but I didn’t want to wait like someone who maybe has any self control. If I do gain some backlog, I'll work out a schedule. Thank you for the likes and positivity on the first chapter! Enjoy!!

This can be found on ao3 as well.

Camp Director Gilmore addressed the group for a lengthy half hour, consistently moving left and right across the stage and switching up his eye line like any proficient public speaker would. “Miresen the campers begin to arrive, so this weekend is for all of you. Tomorrow we shall focus on all the practical skills–learning your schedules, getting to know these Glorious Grounds–but today...” he paused with an arched brow and wide smile, “...today is of the social variety.”

Keyleth glanced over at Vax, now sitting to her left in the middle of this large group of staff. He seemed amused by their boss, his cheeks pressing into his eyes from his smile. With the barest turn of his chin, he matched her glance and Keyleth was quick to turn away, not wanting to seem like she was staring. 

“Here at Camp Cloudtop we are known for our friendly, put together, amiable, trustworthy staff. This year shall be no different! Each pairing of junior and senior counselors will spend the day building bonds that not even the Calamity could sever. I did my best to put together those I thought would thrive, and, let’s be honest, I am very good at my job.” 

Vax was the one to glance over first this time, and Keyleth made a very concerted effort to keep her eyes straight on Gilmore. We can’t be crazy, okay? It’s exciting, he’s very cute, he definitely seems like he could be a friend, but we are professionals! You will interact with him just like he’s anyone else you’ve ever interacted with…Well, maybe we can try to be less…just stick to less. 

“This side of the room,” Gilmore parts the crowd down the middle with a gesture of his hand and a puff of purple magic pushes one half toward the right wall, “will be headed to the gymnasium and pool for some physical activities and games, while this side,” Keyleth grabbed onto her chair and couldn’t stop a squeal as her half of the room was shoved to the left, “will stay here for some intellectual activities and games. After lunch, we will switch. Let’s get to it!”

“Oh, come on,” Vex slouched back in her seat, arms folded as the other half of the counselors and staff filed out of the main entrance at the back of the room. “Why couldn’t we get the fun side?” 

“He said we’ll be switching,” Vax shrugged. “We’d be doing both either way.”

“I’m perfectly happy to stay here.” Percy leaned forward so he could look at the twins. “Physical activity is not quite my purview.”

“And yet here you are, a camp counselor.” Vex arched an eyebrow, but something in the way she looked at Percy softened her features. 

“You say that like I had a choice in the matter.”

“What about you?” Vax turned to Keyleth then, and she turned around to check if he could be speaking to literally anyone else before she realized that was super dumb, and turned back to answer.

“Me? Oh, um, I like physical activity.” She could hear the muffled amused chuckle from Vex, but she pretended like she didn’t. “Being out in nature is always nice. I’m not the most graceful, but…”

“What’s that for?”

She looked past Vax and Vex to see Percy pointing at her wrist where a small tattoo of a set of antlers adorned her skin in brown and red inks. 

“Oh, that’s–”

“Hello, ladies and gentleman! And all those who prefer otherwise. Welcome to Camp Cloudtop!” Another man adorned in purple came to the front of the stage, this one no shorter than some of the kids they would soon be in charge of. Presumably of similar age to Gilmore, he had mousey brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, and sideburns that laid long against his cheeks. 

He strung his lute and a bright, purple-pink hand moved around everyone’s chairs until they were all sitting in a circle, Keyleth squished between Vax and another counselor she hadn’t met before. 

“My name’s Scanlan Shorthalt, your renowned Music Director, and I just have one question for all of you. Are ya ready to break the ice?”

[wisteria-lodge]

For some reason, very few writing posts are about dialog. Like are you supposed to be naturally good at it, or just figure it out? Anyway, here are some tips that have been useful for me. (All examples come from the front page of A03, but the point is not to embarrass anyone. There is nothing seriously wrong with any of these.)

"I have work to do Leo. We need to find Mikey." Donnie responded, not looking over at Leo. 

New writers love to put character names in dialog. And try it sometime, actually say the name of the person you're talking to as you're talking to them. It's very intense, often kind of aggressive ("Clean your room, Leo.") When it does happen, it's usually a way to underline what kind of relationship you have with the person you're talking to. ("I'm sorry, Master Splinter." = I respect you, and see you as an authority figure.") ("We're cool right, Red?" = I want you to know you're someone I feel emotionally close to.)

Regulus groaned. "This will be fun."

“Reggie! Truth or dare?” Lupin asked

“Dare, Rems,” Regulus replied. No one else called him Reggie.

The nicknames get across a lot more meaning/utility/character development than just straight-up names would, so points. But my thing is, don't torture yourself. Just use "said." It's fine. It's a super common invisible word. You can't overuse "said" the same way you can't overuse "that." It honestly takes you out of it more if characters spend a whole fic "responding" or "observing" or "answering."

"Harvey, I wasn't flirting, I was just socializing. You know how much I love meeting and talking to people, men or not. You are the only one I ever wanted and you know that."

This is an example of 'on-the-nose' dialog. Even though the character is in a kind of intense situation, they're laying out exactly what they want to say very clearly, something people are are generally pretty bad at.

You can pack a lot of character development into a moment like this. This person has just been accused of flirting when they weren't - so does that make them angry? defensive? confused? let down? apologetic? scared? playful?

Movie dialog can get away with being more on-the-nose, because a good actor can bring all those different kinds of subtext to the same line. Like this bit from Revenge of the Sith:

OBI-WAN: Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!

ANAKIN: From my point of view the Jedi are evil!

Not "What do you know?" or "The Jedi threatened him!" or "He's given me more than the you ever have!" Just a very straightforward 'Well, from Anakin's point of view the jedi are evil, so why doesn't he just say that.'

But Hayden Christensen is a good enough actor to sell the line- he takes the slightly formal phrase "From my point of view" and delivers it in a way that sounds automatic, like maybe this is something he's been taught to say. I could believe that "From my point of view" is a phrase Obi-Wan has given him to use in arguments, and he's bringing it out here because they still have a teacher/student dynamic, and he's desperately hoping that somehow Obi-Wan might still be willing to listen. Imagine if once or twice in the previous films we had an exchange like "Anakin! What were you doing with those chance cubes!" "From my point of view, I was making it easier for the other customers to come up and talk to me," and then got hit with that exchange in the final movie.

"Turning yourself in frankly diffused a very unstable situation, and saved both sides a lot of trouble and probably some lives, and well... I thought I owed you that much."

This is a good example of a speaking quirk (I'm going though a few characters, all from the same fic.) Notice the code-switching. The character starts off very professional before becoming casual - they say "a lot of trouble" when they could have said "significant expense and effort" - which would be more of a match to "diffused a very unstable situation." So either they're getting comfortable with the person they're talking to, trying to make that person feel more comfortable, or else their professional mask is slipping for some reason

"Are you trying to paint yourself an honest thief? Ha!"

That "Ha!" is so nice because it's like... a little lame? But I totally buy that no one is actually going to tell this character that, because he's powerful. Great for a slightly funny sub-villain.

 "I gotta tell you about all the new jobs here! There's like, so many openings at the mines and in the factories!"

You don't even need to tell me this is a young character. That "like" does all the work for you.

"You want me to actively help you lot? Ha! What the fuck makes you think I'd ever do that?"

I like the combination of the precise and slightly technical "actively help" with the intense and in-your-face "fuck" and "you lot." There's a duality to this character. Like maybe they can code switch into 'expert' but choose not to. Intriguing.

Basically, you can have so much fun with a character swearing (or not), being formal (or not) using unusual words from their job or background, running scripts, talking too little, repeating themselves, having large or small vocabularies, phrasing everything as a question (or nothing as a question.) Gender, age, education level, location, background, profession, level of social prestige absolutely affect word choice and how characters talk... and if they're a robot, alien, angel, whatever - that's just an excuse to get even more stylized. (Heck, even over-using character names in dialog is a great speaking quirk for one specific character that you want to feel slightly intense/over-formal/other)

[foenixs]

hi idk if ur requests are open so forgive me if they’re not, but I rlly loved your svt vocal unit reaction to their s/o being alt and I was wondering if you could do that same prompt for hiphop line or even just the rest of the group if you’re up for it?? I really loved your writing it made my style feel super validated lol!! thank you sm <3

HipHop Unit's Reaction to dating an alt person

note: awhh I am so glad you liked the other headcanons, hope you like these too <3

includes- HipHop Unit (SVT) x reader, fluff (just giving you the cute relationship jitters)

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag, it lets me know that you appreciate my work

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Seungcheol

this gif is random, i just think cheolie looks hot with red hair and tatts

I don’t think he has a specific type, but he’s left stuttering and blushing when he first meets you because your uniqueness is extremely attractive

your style is like a magnet for his fascination, and he’d love for you to tell him all about it (he’d even ask for fashion advice from you)

he’s a great listener so he’d just sit there for hours and watch you put together different outfits or hear you rambling about your day as he helps you dye your hair

I think most people wouldn’t expect him to be with an alt person, but he doesn’t care about what other people think, he loves you just the way you are

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oh honey, you are RIGHT up his alley with your style (I think he enjoys alt music himself)

Wonwoo

let’s you put black nail polish on his nails and wears your jewlery

is super into tattoos and piercings and will want to come with you the next time you get one just to witness the process of art being created on your body

half his gallery is full of pictures he took of you; sets you as all of his backgrounds

doesn’t really know why, but your style makes him feel safe and at home

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thinks you’re very hot but you will literally have to tell him straight forward that you wanna go out with him, because he does not think you’d be attracted to him

Mingyu

buys a fake nose ring just to impress you and make you think he’s edgy (actually has no idea what edgy, alt and all of those words even mean; you can probably find them in his google search history)

will go to any concert with you and even pay or the tickets, even if it’s not his style of music, but he just wants to see you happy and enjoy the moment and connect with you through your interests

buys lots of black clothes for you to steal (he loves to see you wear his shirts and hoodies)

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honestly doesn’t care what you look like as long as you have a nice personality, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attentive to your style (gives you lots of little compliments like “I like the colour of your shoelaces”)

Vernon

I think he’d vibe well with an alt person, because they tend to be more introverted, like him

likes when you buy him shirts that fit your style and he’ll start wearing them every day (thinks it’s cute when you two match)

writes alt songs for you and gets really excited when you listen to them and like them, he’ll have this huge grin on his face and laugh happily

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taglist: @soya-zz, @mintvender, @femdomlieeh , @sub-hoshi-enthusiast , @subbyboyhaven

[3d-wifey]

Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

_

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

[idv-marythefairy]

Hello! Can I loved the relationship headcanons you did for Eli x reader! Can I request that too but with Luca? Thank you :D! On a side note, you might want to turn on Anon since some people might not want to reveal their blog when requesting. Anyway, I can’t wait to see more of your work (^u^)/

thank you for the support!!! i felt pretty bored and decided to start doing something i've been doing for years: write fanfics and headcanons ^^. sure thing! i just did it and i hope i did it correctly lol!

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Luca Balsa x reader (relationship headcanons)

• luca -according to my friend- gives off “bad boy” vibes, i say otherwise!

• i believe that luca is a jokester, a tease, a bit of a baka-dere, if you get what i mean

• basically, he’s a bit of an idiot but in a good way, i can’t really explain it that well, let’s hope i got what i wanted to say through

• you two didn’t even interact at first

• you acknowledged each other’s existence but didn’t really bother

• plus, luca was a bit absorbed in his own thoughts and inventions to think about starting new friendships even though he’s extroverted and laid back

• it was you who made the first move during a match

• you were SO IMPRESSED by his knowledge and he was more than happy to share his newest invention with you because BABE YOU GOT HIM SUPER PUMPED UP ✨!!!

• that’s where you, guys, started hanging out with each other

• this way, you grew close, VERY close

• luca woke up, one day, and felt... different?

• he didn’t know what it was but he was sure he might be excited to continue his invention but all of this changed the moment you sat next to him on the table

• he felt oddly nervous but, why? you’ve been hanging out for so long, why feel nervous now out of all times?! he’s super laid back and rarely ever -or never- gets anxious talking or hanging out with other? why is it different with you?

• people on posts say that he’s pretty shy, doesn’t make a move on you but i say that he’ll started flirting HARD with you

• he throws those corny and basic pick-up lines to get you to laugh

• he started being all over you, his attention was focused more on you than his inventions which seemed peculiar to his friends and more so to him

• he couldn’t possibly be in love, now, could he?

• ...

• could he?

• i think he got to the point where he would ask his friends about his feelings and that’s when he realized that he was LEGITIMATELY. IN LOVE. WITH YOU!

• i guess, this is the part he doesn’t want to tell you but wants to make it obvious enough for you to make the first move but seeing how supportive his friends are, he decided he was going to tell you himself

• you got this man sweatin’ and of his heart keeps beating like that, i’m certain it’s going to burst out of his chest ✨✨

• “i’m stuttering! why?! i’ve never done this before! i don’t stutter!”

• poor boy, someone help him 😩

• your guys’ date was so sweet!!!

• he told you to meet him at the entrance of the garden

• when you got there, you saw him all dressed up, holding a bouquet of roses

• he’s the type of guy that would get to the agreed spot 20 minutes earlier because he’s too nervous and doesn’t know what to do

• you guys stargazed for hours on end, he told you the basics he knew about some constellations and/or space

• dates aren’t fancy and romantic, he’s never done this before so forgive him, please 🥺

• he’s rant about his inventions too

• if there’s anyone in the manor that knows if he’s getting started on a new invention, it’s you

•if he gets too stressed over something (match, invention), he’s come straight to you for cuddles and headpats

• he LOVES holding your hand

• sometimes, if he’s feeling brave enough, he’ll kiss you in front of everyone

• if you’re not into this, please, let him know, he strives to be a good and loving boyfriend, not someone who wants to makes you feel uncomfortable

• catch him off guard with a hug from behind or an unexpected kiss on the cheek/lips/forehead, do it and see the look on his face lol

• mah boy can be such a bragger sometimes 🤦🏻‍♀️

• don’t get him wrong, he does this in order to impress you

• he wants you to feel safe around him, knowing that you have a MAN who’s got your back, not a BOY

• he LOVES LOVES LOVES teasingly pinching you cheeks, it makes him so happy istg 🖐🏻😭

• he zaps not only the hunter who dares come even an inch close to you but a survivor who is bold enough to flirt with you (most likely kevin, i think kevin would do that, yes)

• “get away from my s/o, you dumb b!t€h!”

• luca and you act like besties, you hang out A LOT and basically do everything together

• forehead kisses are his personal faves

• he likes treating you like a queen too and, thus, he takes your hand, bows and kisses its knuckles

• IM JEALOUS I SWEAR-

• fiekjxirjw

• he’s a very sweet and caring guy

• i don’t think that he’d be closed off namely locking himself in his room and working on his inventions

• i believe that he’d do that BUT he’d make sure to spend much more time with you than with his so-called “majestic creations” 🙄

• he’s a good person and a good boyfriend, overall

• he’ll protect you with his life and would go to hell and back for you, legit

• he’s zap the life out of whoever hurt you and wouldn’t bother going back to prison, if that means that you won’t be bothered by any idiot from that point on

• 9/10 would recommend bestie👌🏻😌✨

[bidonica]

Do you think Alicent regrets marrying Haelena to Aegon rather than Jace after seeing what both boys turned out like? And likewise do you think Viserys after seeing how happy Daemon and Rhaenerya were, he regrets not letting them marry?

Finally getting around to answer this! Honestly for both these questions I need to premise that a lot of the second half of the season hinges on us accepting that characters' decisions were discussed and pondered offscreen, because of the time jumps. While I liked the show, I think it suffered a bit for not having more room to let the character development breathe, because while there were things they succeeded at communicating with only a few scenes (i.e. Harwin and Rhaenyra; I would have loved to see more of them together, but honestly those two scenes really told us everything we needed to know about the kind of rapport they had), others could have used a bit more focus. So I can only answer based on quite a bit of speculation and headcanoning, and forgive me if I take the long route because I'm brainstorming out loud here! This is still all very fresh in my mind and I haven't set in stone opinions except that I will die on the hill that Larys Strong deserved better writing in the second half of the season

1) I've read the take that the Aegon/Helaena match was Viserys' idea, but I don't think the show wrote it that way, and also it seems inconsistent with his character. I believe it really was Alicent who pushed for it, because it would reinforce that her children are True Blue Targs ™ down to the dynastic incest, unlike Rhaenyra's dubious heirs. This said, I also believe (and this is mostly speculation on my part) that it required a lot of compartmentalization from her. It's one thing to rationalize that Targaryens marry brother to sister, it's a "them" thing, and another to marry your own children to each other. Also, with the way the timeline is set up in the show Alicent didn't really witness dynastic Targ incest as part of the establishment: she was about 6 years old when Jaehaerys died in 103AC, with Alysanne dying three years before. Viserys' parents were also brother and sister, but Baelon had died in 101 while Alyssa died even earlier. It was probably very theoretical to her up to that point. What I'm saying is: Alicent comes into the royal family at a moment where the family tree is tentatively branching out instead of going down in a straight line, so my guess is that it would have taken her a bit of self convincing in order to go "we should totally marry Aegon and Helaena to strengthen his claim." Ironically the Jace/Helaena match Rhaenyra offered was not only very sensible, but would have also strongly diminished the inbreeding factor given Jace's actual parentage... well, we might not even have had a Dance if Alicent agreed or Viserys put his foot down and made her accept the match. But I just think she saw the legitimization of Aegon as a worthy heir as too important.

Honestly, I think that if she ever came to regret not accepting the match it would happen further down the line, and not really because Jace has a better character than Aegon, but because of the bloodshed it could have prevented (or maybe not; there were still many ways for things to go awry). But as things stand now, I think that no matter how she comes to despise Aegon, making his claim as a Targaryen king as airtight as possible is of paramount importance to her, and just like she sacrificed by marrying Viserys, it makes sense for her that Helaena has to occasionally endure Aegon. I'm sure she doesn't like it for her daughter, but she also thinks that's the way of the world, duty, sacrifice, all that jazz.

And let's not forget how she knows Jace is a bastard, and how she belongs to a culture where that carries a HUGE social stigma; see how Catelyn felt about Jon Snow. Marrying her daughter to him would be super dishonorable in Alicent's eyes, even if Jace is legally legitimate, since his real parentage is an open secret. So yeah, no matter how nice and well adjusted Jaceaerys is, it's difficult for Alicent to consider him a good option given the context and her own biases.

2) I don't know about this; I think it becomes a bit of a non issue for Viserys, because they still got around to marrying each other eventually, and he goes out thinking peace is finally reigning in his family (oh Vis.). He's characterized as someone who has the occasional flare up of dragonlike rage, but he forgives and forgets just as easily. There's nothing Viserys wishes more than for things to fall into place by themselves, and that's pretty much what happened with Daemon and Rhaenyra in his eyes, I bet.

[catxsnow]

BRUISES D.W.

Request: Hey honeypot! how are you darling? are you comfortable with writing older damian kinda smut? because i just had this idea where he has this super sweet girlfriend and one day batfam sees her with bruises on her neck and they think mayb damian hits her or something? and Tim mentions that he has seen bruises on her hips as well and they confront him and her and they tell the fam that's from sexy times and they are like "two days ago you were a baby. how are you an adult now?"

Warning: mentions of sex, bruising from s e x, Older!Damian

A/N: since someone wanted a requested post, here ya go :)

Word Count: 2.1k

Damian's brothers always saw him as the child of the family, even when he had grown up to be a fully functioning twenty-two year old. He was still treated like a kid when he saw his family and it drove him crazy. His whole life he had been just as old as them mentally and now that he was, they still treated him like a twelve year old.

When you came into his life, it was refreshing to have someone treat him as the adult he was. You respected him and he always showed the same to you. Your friendship was grand and always full of surprises. The biggest was the night that you no longer realized you wanted to be just friends, you wanted to be lovers.

Damian met you at the library on a cold night in Gotham. You were studying for an exam and he was looking for literature that his father didn't already own. He bumped into your table by pure accident and was thankful for his single moment of being a klutz.

You were a kind, quiet girl. Most people over looked you while those who got to know you knew that you were nothing like your facade. Damian of all people learned that the most. The more he got to know you, the more he saw that you were hiding a whole other side of you. You could be wild but only around those you trusted.

When you began dating, he saw yet another side of you. Damian thought you were wild when he got a few drinks in you - but in bed? He was amazed.

When you learned about Damian's secret life as a vigilante, he made sure to start training you. There was no way that he was going to leave you defenseless in case he wasn't there to protect you. So, at least once a week he would bringing you back to his father's home and teach you everything that he knew.

Most times the two of you worked in the background while Bruce did his own thing on the computers. Sometimes his brothers and sisters would show up and tease him. You never understood the nick names - demon spawn, baby bird, even little D. They must have been from when he was younger.

His family liked you. Dick was always excited to see you and had some sort of conversation to spark. He came to visit you and Damian quite often. Jason found you to be kind, reserved - not the kind of person he expected Damian to be with. Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph thought you to be the sweetest person they had known.

You held a shy smile around them, hesitance in yours eyes. They were all so tough, it was hard not to be intimidated by them. Even Damian at first was difficult to look past his height and muscles. They never saw the other side of you that Damian got to see all the time. He always teased you for it.

For the first time in a long time, both Dick and Tim were at the Manor. They were supposed to be helping Damian and Bruce with a case but kept reaching dead ends. To pass the time, Damian got you back on the sparring mat to continue your skills. You came a long way since you first started, but no where near ready to take any of them down.

This was the third day in a row that you were down there, sweating your ass off and learning what it meant to truly have sore muscles. Damian had been staying at the manor all week and by the second night there he asked you to join him. He missed you in his bed. Of course, you couldn't deny his request.

You had already shed your shirt, the material was drowned with sweat. Damian was much the same with only his shorts and his ankle being tightly wrapped in a tension bandage. He always feared bruising you when you dueled like this, but with the litter of blue and purple already on your skin he couldn't do much about it.

Damian had suddenly kicked your ankle out from under you and you landed against the mat with a thud. He stuck his hand out to help you up, but you only tugged him down. Damian acted fast and instead of letting you get the upper hand, trapped you below him. A smirk was on your face.

Damian gazed down from your sweat beaded face, to the small bruises he had given you the night before. Five faint little circles were on your neck, all lining up perfectly with the pads of his fingers. He matched your smirk, thinking about your incredibly hot sex from last night. He was sure that there were still residual scratch marks down his back.

"Another round?" You toyed, knowing exactly what was running through his mind. He knew that you meant another spar, but his mind was stuck on the idea of dragging you up to his room and giving you more marks for him to admire. "Or did I tire you out this time?"

"Try to keep up, beloved," Damian narrowed his eyes. Teasing him like that wasn't fair - especially when his brothers were right across the room. He peeled himself off of you and bounced back up for another fight. You followed his lead, arms up and light on your feet.

Dick and Tim were watching from afar. The computer was running in the background and there wasn't anything that they could do until them. Bruce was at work and Alfred was somewhere in the Manor doing things. Titus napped by the mat where you and Damian were, his snores could be heard from where the two men stood.

Tim narrowed his eyes at the couple. You had been around for years, keeping to yourself and never really speaking up until necessary. It made him wonder about you; not in the fact of your loyalty, but if you were maybe too loyal. Every time you were over, some sort of bruise was visible on your skin.

At first, he chalked it up to you bruising easily - or that you were just a klutz. Then, they got more common. They were darker, bigger, often times in the same places that should have been hidden by your clothes. You never talked about them, and if someone brought it up, you changed the subject.

Tim was worried about you. Damian had always been a violent person, he was raised that way since birth. Sure, Bruce had changed him, Dick too, but old habits ran strong. It made Tim wonder if it was Damian purposefully leaving the bruises on you. Was he taking all of his hate and anger out on you?

"If you squint any harder you might get stuck like that," Dick joked. Tim turned away from you and Damian and up towards his older brother. "Damian's a good teacher, maybe she'll be as good as us one day."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Tim confessed. Dick raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "You ever notice how (Y/N) is always covered in bruises? Her legs, her wrists - she has bruises nearly every time we see her. I just... I wonder what Damian does behind closed doors. I'm not saying Damian would do anything terrible, but he was raised by Talia. Restraint hasn't been his strong suit."

"You think he hits her?" Dick suddenly became worried. Tim hesitatingly nodded. It wasn't something that he ever wanted to accuse Damian of, but the thought had crossed his mind more than once. "Damian would never do that... would he?"

"I would rather be safe than sorry," Tim decided. Their attention went back to the two of you. You had Damian's wrists pinned and the both of you were laughing so hard about something that tears streamed down your face. Looking at them, it never seemed like Damian would do such a thing. Tim also knew that you were too quiet to ever speak out about it if he did.

Damian pecked your lips and the two of you called it enough for the time being. You wiped a towel down your face before slinging it over your shoulders. Hand in hand, you walked over to Dick and Tim who were looking nervously between each other. There was no good time to ask such an intrusive question.

You wished to jump straight into the shower, but Damian insisted to check in to see if there was any process. "Is the computer done downloading th-"

"Are you hitting (Y/N)?" Tim blurted out. Your eyes widened at his sudden question and you felt Damian tense beside you. How dare he accuse him of ever laying a hand on you? Even when sparring he made sure never to hurt you. There were accidents, sure, but never intentional. To have Tim assume something like that? It was unfathomable.

To try and explain himself, Tim pointed towards the bruises on your neck that he had just noticed upon your approach, as well as the ones visible right above your shorts. Damian grunted beside you, understanding why Tim thought the way he did. You on the other hand, felt your face flare up with embarrassment.

Dick and Tim looked between themselves at your unexpected reaction. Damian gave them a look, hoping that they would understand without having to say it out loud. Unfortunately, they didn't pick up on it. Damian wiped a hand down his face, not believing that he actually had to explain this to his older brothers.

"I got them during sex," you muttered out. Their eyes widened at your answer and a flush filled their cheeks. However, Tim still wasn't satisfied with the answer of the bruises on your neck. There was no way that they were hickies - they weren't the right color or shape. Damian sighed, cringing as he perfectly placed his fingers were the bruises were.

"Oh I think I'm gonna throw up," Tim made a disgusted face. Damian had a smug look on his own. Not only did he prove him wrong, but he also made him extremely uncomfortable. Two birds, one stone.

"You're like twelve," Dick exasperated. Damian was still the same little boy in his mind. In no way should he be old enough to be having sex, especially by the looks of it, frequent sex. Seeing the two of you dating, it always seemed like a cute middle school couple - in no way did he think about you as adults.

"I'm twenty-two, Richard. You're a decade off."

"Decade or not, I still know too much now," Tim shuddered. You were thankful that Damian tugged you away from his brothers. You were still flaming with embarrassment from the encounter. Now, every time you would see them that would be all they could see: the bruises that Damian left around your neck.

Even if you were adults, like Damian said, you still didn't like the idea of his brother's knowing what happened between the two of you behind locked doors. Damian didn't seem to mind. Maybe because it showed how old he really was or that he got to prove that he was getting laid consistently.

All you knew, was that you were grateful that they didn't bring Bruce into this little theory and him finding out what you did to his son - or what his son did to you. Though, as the world's greatest detective, you feared he already knew the truth.

"Join me in the shower?"

"You're seriously thinking about sex right now? After that?" You raised your eyebrows. Damian's sex drive was impeccable - sometimes a little too impeccable. Dragging you from Gala's, pit stop on patrol, he even caught you between classes one time. Now, after his brother's teased him, he was still ready to go.

Damian shrugged. "You're saying you aren't? After all that teasing while we trained? I felt your heart rate when I showed them what the bruises were for, beloved. You got excited." You glared at him, knowing damn well that it was true. He squeezed just enough to get you thinking about your previous night.

"You're game better be good if you want to distract me from that shit show that just happened."

"When is my game ever not?"

[dandelionflower]

I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension. 

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are. 

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year. 

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to. 

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.” 

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.” 

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips. 

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?” 

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement” 

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine. 

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Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

********

I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

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Go Watch the Venture Brothers

So just heard the complete and utter Bullshit news that Adult Swim has cancelled one of (if not the best shows) they have the Venture Bros. This series is one of those shows that for WHATEVER reason never got to the level of fandom Rick and Morty has even though they’ve been at the genre parody game longer and in my opinion better. 

The series is about Rusty Venture former boy adventurer and failing super scientist who in an attempt to keep his head above water in debt goes around with his two boys Hank and Dean, and bodyguard Brock on misadventues while various legal archnemisis go after him, such as the Monarch. 

So if you never watched or never heard of this 7 season series let me give you a break down on why you should, 

1) Art Style & Animation

Venture bros is one of those rare Adult aimed animated series that that really truly tries to utilize their medium to the best of their abilities. Season 1 had like such a small budget and corners had to be cut so it can be a little hard to watch at times. 

But with each passing season they get a little better, a little more fluid, go just a little harder and it truly feels rewarding to watch. Like seeing an artist you follow online improve over the years. Like they COULD have stayed with the choppy and stiff animation from season 1 it fit right in with its fellow adult animated shows but it didn’t. They strove for quality to have something that matched the story they were telling.

2) The Writing 

Venture Bros has some of the tightest and consistently great writing of ANY serialized show I’ve seen, adult, animated or other wise. Wanna know why? Cause it’s all done by TWO people (save for like one ep each season where one other person is allowed to touch their baby). Yeah TWO people and they work their asses off every season to interject, humor, refrences, parody, plot and character development in equal measure. 

3) Character Development

Um yes in case you were wondering that’s right an adult animated show has CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT  that holds as the series goes on. Not to give spoilers but characters will go through changes in alignment, relationships will develop and change, some characters will go through negative arcs where they are straight up unbareable for a season before coming out the other side even better than they were before. There is no end of epsiode or even end of season reset. Characters, settings, and dynamics all change over the course of the show and it feels just so god damn good.

4) Story Development 

Just like the characters the story of the Venture Bros grows and changes each season. Things that are set up even as early as season one are paid off as the series goes on. Like not to be that bitch but you know how RIck and Morty teases an overarching plot ALL THE TIME but like will often just spit in the face of fans hoping for more than like one episode a season addressing it? Yeahhhhhhh that doesnt happen here, fans are consistently rewarded for putting the time in to rewatch and really think about what happened in the series. Characters that are seen in the background or are just referenced by other characters will be brought in to be recurring characters, things that start off as a small detail or gag will be given larger relevance and each time they do this you get that “OH I remember that from last season! So thats what it was!” The writers WANT you to rewatch, they WANT you to analyze and they WANT you to theorize, and they give you a show that gives back the time you put in.

5) Parody & Reference 

This series does a great thing with parody. They make real characters  who are just as enjoyable as the characters they parody, they make story lines that both poke fun at the absurdity of the media but shows the writers love for it. So often parody and references are just used to mock the thing but with Venture Bros you feel the love and care so when you know the thing being parodied you can laugh but feel good about laughing cause they are never laughing at a thing maybe you cared for in your youth but rather laughing with it.

And it’s never just one thing. When they parody a thing its often layered with other things to make it even more unique. Scooby-Doo is overlayed with famous criminals, Laura Croft is mixed Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, GI Joe is given the look of the Village People and so on. They never go for the easy joke or reference. Hell theres an episode that starts with them reciting the lyrics to David Bowies Space Oddity for really no reason other than they could. They weave these things in naturally with their setting and characters so nothing feels out of place. Like if you dont catch a reference or parody you dont feel like “I think this isa reference to something?” like a LOT of things do not just adult animated shows. You arent taken out of the moment cause it all feels so natural. 

6) The Characters 

God damn these characters, I could go on for hours about these characters. From main to one off these are some of the most likeable characters you can find. I mean it when I say I can’t think of a single character I wish they had cut cause they are all so well created. Even the ones I hate i have fun hating cause they were made to be that way. I’ll be good though I’ll only talk about my absolute top faves.

- The Monarchs

You ever sit and wish villain couples could have functional  healthy relationships? Well look no further than Malcom Fitzcarraldo aka The Monarch and Dr. Shelia Girlfriend (yes that is her last name). The Monarch is a high strung impulsive saturday morning cartoon villain whos tendency to over react is only matched by his unspecified hatred of Dr. Venture. And Dr. G is his nonsense partner in crime who will cut a bitch if they don’t play by their admittedly weird rules. Both characters are great on their own but are better together. Though that doesnt mean they always get along. Like a real couple they have their ups and downs they fight, break up, make-up and grow stronger in their relationship with each season. 

- Shore Leave

Ok ok so I want you to imagine James Bond, mixed with GI Joe simmering in a cocktail of the most flamboyant gay men you have ever seen and you have one of my favorite gay characters/characters in general. Shore Leave is a member of OSI (the shows SHEILD/GI Joe parody organization) he’s loud, brash, flippant, sassy and highly competent at his job loving every second of getting to beat bad guys down within an inch of their life. I love seeing him play off the stoic Brock and the two have this great brotherly dynamic that’s never called into question. He also gets to have a very cute romance with Al the Alchemist (who is also great). I could talk about this man all day.

- Dr. Rusty Venture

They did such a good job with this man. He’s a self serving, sexist, perverted, whinny, self important asshole and yet you feel pity and genuine sympathy for him and want him to succeed. You can see how Dr. V was given a raw deal by his father who seemed to care more about his adventures than his sons well being and how this molded him into the bitter man he is today, but on the flip side you can see where he chose to use that as a crutch for his worst behaviors and impulses. Seeing him slowly grow and change and be an actual good father to his boys while all the while still be a giant dick is actually really great. 

- Dr. Byron Orpheus 

Ahhhhh Dr. Orpheus part Dr. Strange Parody part busybody stay at home dad, he’s just such a delight. Dr. Orpheus is a divorcee, with an unfulfilling job of maintaining order to the cosmos (which isnt as hard as one might think), and uses his magical ablities in ways most of us would (ie menial tasks and home chores). Overly dramatic and affectionate Dr. O is a delight whenever he appears, but he’s at his best around his daughter and old friends The Order of the Triad. 

Again I can go on but all these characters ranging from main to recurring are crafted with the utmost care for you to want to see them succeed or fail, to see them again even if you know it’ll never happen, and want them to cross paths with other characters. 

The Venture Bros is one of those series that I will ALWAYS recommend even to the pickiest of humor tastes. But if you don’t believe its as good as I said or don’t think the concept is to your tastes I’ll recommend a few eps that I think best show off the base idea of the series without giving much away. In terms of plot and spoilers, though somethings wont make a lot of sense. 

- S1 ep10 "Tag Sale – You're It!" - Dr. V is having a yard sale so of course all manner of costumed weirdos show up.  - S2 ep5 "Twenty Years to Midnight" - basically a fetch quest around the world to save the planet with daddy issues - S3 ep2 "The Doctor Is Sin" - Again daddy issues but with one of the best recurring characters and a great showcase of the series deeper emotional plots - S4 ep6 "Self-Medication" - Really embraces the parody as Rusty goes to a former boy adventurer support group.  Anyway the show is 7 seasons with 80 episodes, please go watch it. I will never forgive @adultswim​ for cancelling what was to be their final season. And in closing GO TEAM VENTURE!