#chemistry PROBABLY due to not interacting enough to even be friends

[kohakhearts]

when i was younger and more inspired i used to do this thing where id just put two characters together Because I Could, in a like “put random characters names on a dart board and fire til i hit two or more that Might be interesting” kind of way. in the true spirit of Shipping, i would then lovingly craft an alternate universe in which they got enough time on screen together to become an item—realistically, that is. whatever that means. anyway i need to channel this energy again i think itd be good for me

[chleem]

Not a big deal pt3

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament. 

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex, etc.

⋆.˚ please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ bit long but enjoy! | p1 | p2

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4 years later

“Drew, Drew Starkey.”

The waiter checks his name off the list, and gestures inside, “follow me then, Mr Starkey.”

Drew follows the waiter in, looking around the place. Hawks rented the entire restaurant for the night, just like every year, to celebrate the new season. It's his third season with Hawks, so he knew the procedures well enough now. 

Tonight will just be free food, bonding with teammates, etc. Could you say he was looking forward to it? No. He would much rather stay home, especially this year. 

Why especially this year? Because of his new teammate, Luke. 

It wasn’t hatred or anything; in fact, they had amazing chemistry on the court. Communicating through nods or glances, as if they’ve known each other for forever. Really, the coach was shocked at how good they did during preseason; he’s now convinced there’s a chance of winning. 

Luke seems to have matured, anger issues not the same as before and actually willing to listen to advice. He was friendly towards Drew, and overall, did not look so bothered about losing the championship during college anymore. 

It was Drew who felt uncomfortable around him. Why? Well, he fucked his virgin sister, who was 18 at the time. Worse, whenever Drew stares at Luke for too long, he sees your face. Your eyes, nose, lips, everything. 

“Nice suit, man,” one of Drew’s teammates and best friend, Jay, compliments him, as the two approach each other first. Every year it was required to wear formal for this occasion, since high executives would be here to celebrate too. Drew, has worn the same black suit for the third time now. 

“Yeah, same with you,” Drew smiles, the two of them engaging in a small hug. “Um, are we seated together?”

“Yeah, over there,” Jay points over to a table near the window. Each table had a maximum of six people, and already two of their teammates were there. “Man, we should some drinks first.”

“No need to remind me,” Drew replies, as the two of them head to the bar area. The goal is to get drunk enough so that the executive's’ speeches would sound interesting, but sober enough to make basic human interactions.

“So, you came alone this year too?” Jay asks, ordering a whiskey, which Drew also signals for. 

Drew smiles sourly, his friend reminding him about his single status again. Plenty of hookups throughout the years, but never a proper girlfriend due to his busy schedule. “Y’know me. Too busy for that shit.”

Jay nods, as the whiskeys are presented in front of them. Drew immediately downs his, while Jay just takes a small sip. “Well, I’m seeing someone, if you’re wondering.”

“No shit,” Drew laughs, thinking his friend is kidding. Jay smiles down at his drink, probably thinking about the girl. Oh. He really is seeing someone. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Her name’s Phoebe.”

“…and?”

“Yeah. That’s all I’m telling you.”

Drew shakes his head, ordering another whiskey. So much for being friends. “She has a sister, by the way,” Jay speaks up. Oh. Drew knew where this was going. “She might be the perfect one for you.”

Jay’s setting him up. Again. His friend has failed every single time, and it seems like he wasn’t gonna give up. “Hey man,” Drew pats Jay’s shoulder, pursing his lips. “Just quit, okay? I don’t date. Y’know that.”

“When’s the last time you’ve dated then? Have you ever even had a girlfriend?”

Drew frowns, taking his hand off his friend. “Just, no. Please.”

Drew hears a sigh from beside him, and when his second whiskey arrives, he sips on it slowly. “Fine. I just think, that you would be very happy in a relationship.”

Drew smiles against his cup, finding that statement ridiculous. Society was weird, thinking that if one stays single for too long, it meant that they were…depressed in some way. It was tiring. 

“Hey, Luke’s here,” Jay suddenly comments. Drew turns around, scanning the place for Luke. 

Sure enough, there he was. 

And fucking hell.  

His eyes land on you, standing beside Luke. 

Was it even you? He wasn’t so sure. From far away, it did look like you. 

“We should go greet him,” Jay elbows Drew. 

Drew did not want to greet him. He is very comfortable here, right next to the bar. 

But Jay urges him, leaving him no choice but to walk over. And until Drew was standing directly in front of Luke, was he sure that it was you. 

Fuck. 

Four years later, and Drew’s body still has reaction towards seeing you. It brings him back to the first night he laid eyes on you, thinking how innocent & pretty you looked in a crowd of drunk and chaotic college students. 

You look…amazing. Drew was pretty sure his eyes were widened to the maximum point right now, his brain trying to process the sight of you. Especially, the red dress you were wearing, that's making his imaginations run wild. 

No. He must be dreaming right now. After four years, he sees you again? No, this shit only happens in movies, red-string type shit. Was he getting drunk already?

“Um, Drew, you okay?”

Drew quickly averts his gaze back to Luke, his grip on his glass cup tightening. “Yeah, yeah, um, who’s this?” Does he sound cool right now? Because he wasn’t so sure if he was playing his usual chill self. 

Luke wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Meet my sister. Y/n. Y/n, this is Drew and Jay. My teammates.”

Shit. So it is you. The girl that Drew can’t seem to forget, the girl that haunts his wildest fantasies for four years now. 

When Drew makes eye contact with you, he expects you to have some sort of reaction. But you don’t. In fact, you just quickly glanced at him, a polite smile on your lips. Do you even remember him? “Nice to meet you,” your voice causes Drew to freeze yet again, his mind going back to that night. Your moans, your laugh, your-

“Dude,” Jay elbows Drew yet again. “Aren’t you going to shake her hand?”

It seems like you already shook Jay’s hand, and it's Drew’s turn now. 

He licks his lips embarrassingly, and he shakes your hand. Yep. No doubt it was you. He remembers clearly about the way you scratched his back that night, the tug of your hands in his hair, and your fingertips on his abs-

“Um, kind of need my hand back,” your voice cuts him out of his thoughts. 

Oh. He was still holding your hand. He retreats it reluctantly, feeling his ears heat up. Gosh, why is he so flustered right now? He feels the stares of Luke, or more, like glares. “So…where are we seated?” Luke asks. 

“Near the window.”

“Great. Um, we’re not late, are we?”

“No one really cares.”

Luke and Jay continue to engage in small talk, whereas Drew just gives up on listening. Not just give up, he literally was unable to engage in anything right now. It feels like he's in a dream.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you, absolutely captivated by you. By this matured, attractive presence you gave off. You were just standing there, trying to appear interested in this small talk. 

And a question he kept repeating in his head was: do you remember him, like how he remembers you? Do you still think about him from time to time, like he does about you?

You definitely can feel Drew’s stare, his stare making you feel as if you were under a microscope right now. You turn and meet his eyes, and he panics, yet again. 

Your eyes tell nothing, of whether or not you remember him. And the small smile you give him confirms it; you forgot about who he was. Fuck. Now Drew felt like the biggest fool to exist. 

“If everyone could get back to their seats! The food will arrive shortly,” the host announces through a loud microphone. 

“Let’s go then, I’m starving,” Luke squeezes your shoulders, to get you moving. 

“Same,” you look away from Drew, and let Luke guide you over to your table. 

Drew immediately gulps the rest of his whiskey down, loosening up his tie. Fuck. This was going to be a long night. 

——

Drew wasn’t one to eavesdrop. In fact, he hated eavesdroppers. Why are you listening on someone else’s private conversation?

Well, Drew hates himself very much right now. 

You sat near the window, at the very end of the table. Across from you was Drew’s other teammate, Kirk. He sat next to Kirk, and across from Luke. The whole night, it was very obvious that Kirk had a thing for you, asking you questions about your life, hobbies, etc.

So now, Drew knew that you’re currently studying law in college, you hate tomatoes but love ketchup, you like museums, you have a horrible sleep schedule, you want to adopt a cat, you hate the cold-

“You’re single, right?”

That makes Drew choke on his food, causing the table to pause and stare at him. He coughs, feeling his whole face going red. “You okay, dude?” Kirk chuckles, patting Drew’s back, as if it’s any help. 

Drew nods, trying to suppress his coughs with the help of water. While drinking, he glances at you, who looks at him with worried eyes. He puts his cup back down, clearing his throat, “so, are you?” 

He ignores the skeptical stares from Luke, his eyes only focused on you. Please, please, say yes. 

You turn away from Drew, just as Luke suddenly speaks up, changing the topic, “can we get another round of this lobster? Its fucking delicious.”

What? Drew’s gaze stays on you, seeing how you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes glued to your plate. Was it, a violating question? Drew had no idea, but seeing how quickly your mood changes, it leaves a bad scar on him. 

——

Huh. you’re staying at the same hotel as him. Well, not just him. The entire team, actually. Luke must have arranged it for you. 

Drew stands behind you, hands in pockets, trying to look as if he wasn’t bursting with joy. While waiting for the elevator, you lean on Luke’s shoulder, your body ready to give up. 

The elevator opens, and the remaining people all squeeze towards it. 

You eventually get squeezed into the corner, with Drew close by. Super close by. With no space at all, Drew is forced to lean into you, his arm against the wall to support him.

This close proximity was driving him insane. 

He feels your breast press closely to his lower chest, your face planted really close to his neck. From this proximity, he certainly can smell your perfume, shampoo, everything. He looks down at you; and surprisingly, you were already staring up at him. You send him a lazy smile, your eyes squinted up at him. 

Cute. He sends you one too, although his smile might be bigger. 

The ding sound is heard, and most of the people inside rush out. Drew was disappointed; he wanted to stay like this for a bit longer. 

He gets himself off of you, now that there’s more space in the elevator, leaning against the wall. He wants to look at you (he already stared a lot during dinner though), memorize more of you before he goes to bed, but Luke turns around and faces you. Drew bites his lip, staring into the ceiling. “Told you tonight was fun, right?”

Okay, now Drew needed to eavesdrop. 

“The guy in front of me was asking too much.”

Yes. Fireworks went off in Drew’s head. “Yeah, Kirk’s a dick. Don’t, don’t date him,” Luke…jokes? Drew wasn’t sure. “Or, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” you chuckle, which makes Drew glance at you. He makes sure to get a quick look of your smile again; fast enough so Luke doesn’t notice. 

“Do you at least feel better now?”

“…yeah.”

“…I know you’re lying, y/n,” Luke disappointedly says.  

No reply heard from you; the ding of the elevator ending the conversation. Drew looks at the screen; the 18th floor. “Goodnight,” you say to Luke, pushing yourself off the wall. To Drew’s surprise, you wave at him. “Goodnight,” you repeat, the same lazy smile on your face. 

“Goodnight,” Drew replies, the smile appearing on its own.

The door closes after you leave, and Drew gets hit with a sad realization; he might never see you again. And he hates that thought. 

Four years. After four years, he gets another chance to see you. And he’s just gonna let you walk away? Just like he did the first time? 

He gets mad suddenly; remembering the lack of interactions the two of you had the entire night, all stolen by Kirk. Luke’s right, Kirk’s a dick. But also, a lucky bastard. He got to sit directly across from you, as well as talk to you. Lucky son of a bitch. 

“Are you… gonna get out?”

Drew snaps out of it, looking up at the elevator screen. 24th floor. Luke is holding the door open for him, wondering why he hasn’t stepped out. “Sorry,” Drew murmurs, walking out. Luke follows him, as the two of them had rooms right next to each other. 

“You okay, man?” Luke laughs, walking beside Drew.

“Yeah, just drank a bit much,” Drew shrugs, scratching the side of his face. 

Luke gets to his room first, “see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Drew takes his room card out, pressing it against the door. He gets in without another look at Luke, closing the door behind him. 

Huh. So this is how tonight was going to end? Him alone in his hotel room, consumed with the thought of you? (As if he hasn’t been thinking about you for the past four years already) Even Drew was disappointed in himself. 

“Fuck,” he curses, still standing in the entrance of his room, running his hands through his hair stressfully. “Fuck.”

—— 

After knocking on 17 doors, this one might be yours.

Drew stood at the entrance of his room contemplating for ten minutes, whether or not to go see you again. After long chains of thoughts and scenarios, he made up his mind: he’s going to see you.

Problem: he didn’t know your room number. So, he spent almost twenty minutes on the 18th floor, knocking on each door hoping it would be you. 

And now, on room 1818. He was mentally & physically tired, but he wasn’t going to give up.

He presses on the doorbell, twice. He waits for a few seconds that felt like minutes, tapping against the wall impatiently. Just as he gets ready to move onto the next room, the door opens. 

He looks up, and his eyes widen. 

You. You’re as shocked as he is, wondering why someone would knock on your door at such a late hour. 

He first notices your slightly wet hair; droplets dripping down your neck. Your makeup is off, and he just finds you even more beautiful than before. His eyes naturally wander down to your body; finding you in a white lingerie dress. 

Fuck. His brain is malfunctioning yet again.  

“Hello?” He hears you chuckle, which makes him bring his attention back to your face. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, um, Drew. I’m Drew, from earlier, the dinner?”

“…I know. Can I help you?” You ask him yet again, a polite smile on your lips. You quickly glance down at his body; he’s still wearing his suit from earlier. He must’ve not showered yet, despite it being almost two hours after. 

“Um,” he awkwardly licks his lips; All the lines he rehearsed back in his room are now gone. Drew realizes that he’s still standing in the hallway, and he didn’t want to talk to you while standing out here. “Can I, can I come in?”

You furrow your eyebrows, your face clearly showing discomfort. 

He mentally panics, and hurries to add, “I want to talk to you, and it’s rather private. And, important.”

You think about it for a few seconds, listing out the pros & cons of this man coming into your room. You look into his eyes, seeing a sense of urgency and yearning in them. Okay. Maybe he can come in for a while. 

You step out the doorway, opening the door wider. “Sit on the couch, I’ll prepare…tea? Wine?”

“Anything’s fine,” he says, walking in. You close the door behind him, and when he spots your shoes by the door, he takes his off too. 

As he makes himself comfortable on the small couch in front of the bed, you grab your cardigan that rests on one of the dining room chairs, putting it on.

You open the hotel fridge; finding red wine in there. Opening the cupboard, you reach for two glass bottles, and walk towards Drew. He’s taken his suit jacket off, his tie hanging loosely by his neck, his sleeves rolled up. And he’s manspreading, a  position you find to be very hot. 

You have to admit; Drew was attractive. Even more attractive than your ex. Actually, the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. And, he’s got a charming personality to match it. 

But he’s oddly familiar. During the dinner, your gaze can’t help but always drift over to him. Have you seen him from somewhere? Crazy, you can’t seem to remember where you’ve seen him before. An ad? Tv? Huh. 

“So?” You start, sitting beside him. You try opening the bottle, but the cork was screwed on too tight. 

Drew takes it from you; his hands brushing yours. You watch him effortlessly get the cork out, the pop heard in the room. He pours it into the two glasses, and sets it down. He sends you a small smile when he notices your stares. “Wine?”

“Well, you said anything’s fine,” your lips curl up on their own, as you reach for your wine glass. He offers to clink against yours; and you do, the two of you maintaining eye contact while sipping. After, you put your drink back down on the small coffee table. “Why a late night talk?”

Drew licks his lips, glancing down at his lap. He seems to have trouble forming words, fidgeting with his fingers. You lean back into the couch, curious as to what he’s thinking about. 

After seconds that felt like minutes, he said, “You study law?”

Due to the unexpectedness, you chuckle, “yeah. Why?”

He shrugs, “Suits you.”

What is he even saying? “What?” You giggle, at his response. 

You don’t miss the tip of his ears going red; even he thinks his response is funny. “I mean, law sounds fun, and you look like lawyer material.”

“Awesome,” you smile at him, trying to hold back your laughter. “And you look like basketball player material.”

His smile mimics yours; just more awkward. 

He seems to not know what to say, despite telling you that he had something to say to you. Weird. So, you help him, by asking, “are you nervous about the new season?”

His eyes light up, “My third season with Hawks now. But, still nervous.”

“Third season?” He nods, and you reach for your wine yet again. “Hawks fan?”

“Always been the dream,” he admits to you, “grew up watching them, and when they offered, I just had to say yes.”

“Or because no other team offered?”

Shit. That sounded wayyy too rude. But that was your humor, and also your way of talking. Does he find it offensive? Wait, anyone would find that offensive. You should apologize-

He laughs lightly, taking a huge gulp of his wine. “Come on. Give me more credit.”

So…he isn’t offended by your words? You shrug, “never seen you play.”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, leaning back on the couch. “You’re lying.”

“Didn’t even know you until tonight.”

“Liar,” his voice drops low, but a smirk is seen on his lips, as if he’s catching you in a lie right now. But you were being honest; you really didn’t know him until tonight. 

Unless…maybe there’s a reason why he looked so familiar to you? Ugh, why can’t you remember where you’ve seen him from?

“Really,” you say, looking into his blue eyes. 

His eyebrows furrow even deeper, trying to figure out if you were being honest or not. You were. Eventually, he leans forward and pours more wine into his glass. “I believe you,” he murmurs, before sipping on the wine. You watch as he gulps it down; his Adam’s apple moving. “But surely, you’re…a fan of Hawks?”

You shake your head, which makes Drew chuckle. “I…know nothing about basketball.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s my brother’s passion, not mine.”

“Okay,” he adjusts himself on the couch, his body now fully facing you. “Then tell me about law, or stuff like that.”

“‘Stuff like that’?”

“I might bore you if we keep talking about basketball. So, I’ll listen to you.”

“And law isn’t boring to you?”

“Not if you’re talking,” He sends you a warm smile. Woah. Butterflies that you haven’t felt in forever are now forming inside of you. Butterflies that feel different compared to the ones with Zack. “Come on. Tell me. Like, what’s…what new laws have been enforced?”

You laugh; his perception of law is cute. So, that’s exactly what you explain to him, just in simpler terms. His eyes, lips, body tells you that you’ve got his undivided attention; something that makes you smile while talking.

Huh. Weird how this stranger is willing to listen to you yap about laws & everything, as if what you’re saying was as simple was pie. Huh. 

——

“Yes! He said that to me!”

“The audacity,” Drew laughs, making you nod even more. 

You’re telling him the story of your classmate, who’s also your academic rival. Once he accused you of sleeping with the professor, that it’s the only reason why you’ve got such good grades. Thinking about it now, it just sounds funny. “It wasn’t true but he was so sure,” you laugh, recalling his red face while confronting you. 

“He’s a fucking loser,” Drew continues to add, reaching to pour more wine into your glass. The two of you realize that it’s now empty, and you just shrug at him; not really bothered by it. 

You take the chance to glance at the clock; it was two a.m already. The two of you have been talking for more than an hour. You suddenly remembered that Luke told you about an early schedule the team had tomorrow, yet Drew was still sitting here, getting tipsy with you. 

“It’s..getting late,” you bring up, pointing at the clock. 

Drew turns to it, and his eyes widen. But he turns back to you, shrugging. “I guess?”

Is he not getting what you’re hinting at? So, you just tell him, “Luke told me you guys are doing something early tomorrow.”

Drew stares into your eyes, in a way that gets you nervous. But then he looks away, and nods, biting down on his lip. “Um, yeah, totally forgot.”

You smile politely at him, even though deep down you didn’t want him to go. You liked his company, and although it was mostly you talking, he didn't make you feel bad for it. Drew’s…very comforting. 

He grabs his suit jacket, the both of you getting up. “Now I can confidently say, that I know y/n.”

“What?” You smile, wondering what he was saying. You watch as he walks to the doorway, putting his shoes on. 

When he’s done, he opens the door, turning back to you. “A very successful lawyer, that handles cases for the president or something.”

You laugh; that only happens in your dreams. You lean against the doorway, staring into his eyes. You really didn’t want him to go. 

He leans towards you; giving you a hug. His arms wrap around your shoulders, and you hug his waist. Your nose is now filled with the smell of Drew; just like in the elevator earlier, a mix of cologne & alcohol. 

Drew slightly pulls away, just so he could look at you. You do the same, staring up into his eyes, then his lips, then back to his eyes.

He also glances down at your lips, his eyes squinted. 

Then, he kisses your cheek. 

Then, you stand on your toes, planting a light kiss on his cheek too. 

Then, he kisses the corner of your lips. 

Then, you kiss his jawline. 

You look into his eyes, giving him a smitten smile. 

And just like that, Drew couldn’t hold back anymore; he kisses you. The kiss is hungry, passionate, intense, and…

And way too nostalgic for your liking. 

Wait. Wait. 

You pull away from him, feeling a bit overstimulated. Not just from the kiss itself, but…but because of what it reminds you of. 

No fucking way. 

It’s all coming back to you now; this was Drew. The Drew. 

The one you lost you virginity to, the one that didn’t want you.

Wait. Was this even the right Drew? He looks pretty similar to the one you remember, talks similarly, and strangely, also kisses the same. 

“Is something wrong?” His deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts. 

Fuck. No. No, it’s not the same Drew. Because, what are the chances of this being the same Drew that took your virginity? Awfully poetic, if this happens to be the same person. Maybe, Drew is somewhere in West Carolina, coaching for some basketball team. And this Drew, was just some doppelgänger. 

Okay. Yeah, this, this is just a coincidence. You’re just feeling weird because you broke up with Zack a few days ago. Not a big deal. Just, enjoy having this one-night stand with this attractive man. 

You smile, shaking your head. “Just kiss me already,” you murmur, leaning into him. You kiss him lustfully, and he returns it, his hands touching all over you. 

He backs you up into the room again, all while his lips are on you. You giggle at his urgency, the door slamming shut behind him. 

“Don’t you have to get up early?” You giggle, pulling away. 

“I think…it’s not that important,” he throws his suit jacket on the couch, kicks his shoes off, and kisses you again. He kisses you as though it might be the last time he does. 

You pull away, just to push him onto the bed. His head lands on the pillows, and he readjusts himself so his back’s against the headboard. He puts his arms behind his head; and suddenly, you’re hit with the same nostalgic feeling. 

But you ignore that feeling; it’s in the past now. 

He gives you a lazy smirk, as you hover over him, straddling his waist. You can feel his erected cock pressing against your folds. Fuck. 

You lean down and kiss him, a euphoric feeling that you might never get over. Your hands are busy; undoing all his buttons in a messy order. He helps you; slightly sitting up and throwing the shirt to the side. 

Wow. His body? Sculptured by god himself. “Damn,” you voice out, the words just slipping out. Maybe mostly because of how tipsy you were. 

He kisses your collarbone, murmuring, “damn?” There’s a slight chuckle and tease to that, which just makes you smile. Your hands go up to his face, cupping it and forcing him up to stare at you. His eyes…most mesmerizing shade of blue. 

Again, you ignore the nostalgic feeling, that similar look in his eyes that the Drew gave you, four years ago. The similarity is uncanny.

“Such pretty eyes…” he murmurs, sharing the same thoughts you have.

His hands slide your cardigan off, discarding it somewhere else. His eyes go down to your neck, leaning forward and sucking on it. 

Your head leans back in pleasure; his tongue was skilled, you had to admit. He sucks, bites, licks the area, his hands kneading your breasts through the thin material of the lingerie. His lips are warm and soft, compared to the necklace on you. You shamelessly moan out how good it felt; which just drives him crazier. 

Drew’s lips slip lower, sucking on your nipples through the fabric. 

“Shit, Drew…” you moan, your hands slipping down his shoulders, running through his abs, and then to the belt. Your hand brushes his boner; fuck. You want him now, the wetness in your underwear proving it. 

He smirks against your skin, before pulling away. He glances down at your hands tugging his belt, “didn’t know you were the impatient kind.”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back down on his back. “Just shut up,” you groan, even though the smile was apparent on your lips. You back yourself off his waist, until you were on your knees between his legs. You undo his belt as if you’ve done it before, tugging his pants down. 

Holy fuck. You’re salivating at the sight of his dick, fully up and proud. 

You just want to wrap your lips around him, letting him use your mouth to satisfy himself. You palm his length through his boxers, leaning down and planting soft kisses along it. 

He knows you want to give him a blowjob. He can see the thirst in your eyes. He wants it too; but he stops you, his hand going to wrap around your wrist. “Fuck,” he groans, as you look up at him between his legs. In his perspective, it was a very hot sight to see. But it won’t be as hot as what he’s about to purpose to you. “You… I, I wanna taste you too.”

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “So you don’t want me to suck your-“

“Yes, I do but I wanna eat your pussy too-“

“What, what, are you saying-“

Oh. Oh. “69?” You gasp, a slight curl on the corner of your lips. 

His lustful and excited eyes confirm it, “you up for it?”

Your pussy is screaming ‘yes!’ But your brain is hesitant; you’ve never done the 69 before. With Zack, he’s tried missionary, doggy, cowgirl, spooning, etc, but never the 69. 

Hell, why not? Sounds interesting, and with Drew, it might feel heavenly. 

“Teach me,” you say, sitting up. 

His eyes widen; either from your approval or your unknowingness to this position. But seeing how intrigued you were to try this, he smirks, nodding. He adjusts himself on the pillows, “you’re in luck, I’m a great teacher.”

“Really?” You lift your dress over your head, now, only left with your underwear on. Drew licks his lips at the sight of your breasts, and when you glance down to his boxers; you see pre-cum already soaking it up. 

“M-hm,” he’s clearly lost in the sight of your nakedness. “Back yourself onto my face.”

The way he says it; just makes you even more horny. 

You do just as he says, not before sliding your underwear off. You keep looking over your shoulder; spreading your legs as you plant your pussy on his face. You make sure to not fully sit on him; afraid that your weight might suffocate him. 

You feel his hands on two sides of your thighs, gripping it tight and pulling you further down. “Relax, babe,” he coos. “Just, sit on me, I can take it.”

“You sure?”

“More than ever.”

And you sink your ass onto his face; until you can feel the tip of his nose poking your entrance, his hot breathe fanning it. Oh shit. “Look, you’re wet already,” he teases, licking the side of your thighs, very close to your pussy. 

You groan at the feeling, but Drew quickly reminds you to stay on task, “Lean forward.”

You do; leaning your upper body down till his dick was right in your face. You hoist your upper body up with your elbows, creating a bit of space for you to suck his dick comfortably. You pull his boxers down; and moan at the sight.

“Ready?” He murmurs against your pussy. 

You pull your hair to the side, “m-hm.”

You wrap your lips around his the tip of his dick, at the same time, he starts licking your folds. You moan around him, your mind consumed with the pleasure of him making out with your pussy.

You force yourself further down on his cock, the salty pre-cum taste on your tongue. His tip hits the back of your throat; gag reflexes triggering slightly. He was big, so it was a bit struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth. 

“Taking it like a good girl, huh?” He manages to groan out, his breath fanning our pussy. 

You just moan against his length; starting to bop your head up and down along it, occasionally sucking or biting. Your hand goes to massage his balls; which causes him to moan loudly. Shit. That motivates you to continue massaging his balls, knowing now that it’s what he likes. 

He moans against you, while his tongue keeps thrusting itself into your pussy. Fuck, this all felt…so surreal. Is one even able to feel so much pleasure at once, just through oral sex?

The room is now just the sounds of the two of you, moaning and grunting, the bed slightly shaking. 

You feel yourself coming close, as Drew continues to make out with your pussy. “Fuck…I’m close, Drew,” you breathe out, bopping your head slower now. 

“I’know,” he murmurs, his tongue going slower too. “Just, continue with that, ‘kay?”

A sudden slap to your ass causes you to moan out of surprise, but also a reminder for you to continue wrapping your lips around his dick. 

You do so; but only about half-way. With your orgasm coming close, your mouth was close to giving up. Eventually, you pull your mouth entirely away from Drew, wanting to focus on your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he groans, and just when you get ready to come over his mouth, his tongue stops, and you don’t feel his head nuzzled in your ass anymore. You glance back, curious as to what happened. His grip on your thighs loosens, but still resting there. “Lemme take over, yeah?”

You had no idea what that meant. But, you don’t object to it, nodding your head. 

In a second, he lifts you off of him, and gets off from his comfortable position on the bed. “You got a condom?” He asks, standing up. 

“In my purse,” you point over to the black bag on the small kitchen counter; the one you brought to dinner. 

He gives you a teasing smile, while he walks over to get it. “So you knew you were getting laid tonight.”

Well, you always needed to be prepared, right? You lay yourself on the same spot Drew was just in, warm and smelling just like Drew. You prop yourself up with your elbows; eyes looking at his back as he rummages through your bag. He has a nice ass, by the way. “Couldn’t hurt to have it,” you reply lazily. 

He turns around with a condom, ripping it open as he walks back to the bed. You watch as he positions himself between your legs, wrapping the condom around his dick. 

He leans forward and kisses you, a very sloppy kiss. 

You’re taken by surprise when his fingers enter you; causing you to moan into his mouth. “Fuck,” he curses against your lips, his fingers thrusting in. He adds a third digit, which is close to sending you over the edge. 

He stretches you out, while his lips now move to your breasts. You arch your back in pleasure, moans showing him how good it felt. 

His fingers pull out, and you watch as he aligns his dick with your entrance. Fuck, no matter how many times you see him, it’ll always shock you with how big he is. 

You make eye contact with him, which makes him send you a lazy smile. “You good?” Teasing but also caring is heard in his voice. 

“Will…I fit?” you ask unsurely. 

He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your jawline. “Don’t worry; you’ll fit. And it’ll feel good.”

You nod, trusting him. 

He enters you slowly, making sure you can adjust to his size. You moan when his dick is fully nested inside of you, your hands scratching his back. He leans his forehead gently against yours; the both of you catching your breaths. 

He feels you relax under him, and intertwines his fingers with yours. His head pulls away, and for a few seconds, it’s just him staring at your face. You watch as his eyes linger to every spot on your face. 

“Hey,” you softly say, which comes out more flirtatious. 

“Hey,” he returns the greeting to you, sounding breathless. “You’re pretty.”

That makes you smile, and you pull him back down to kiss him. He kisses back, while thrusting into your core. You moan, even though his thrusts were slow. 

“Faster,” you moan.

“Yes ma’am.”

Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. The way his deep voice adds to that line, gets your pussy closer to coming. And a man of his words, he picks up the pace, slamming into you. 

The bed shakes even harder now, the moans the two of you produce are shamelessly loud. He trails small kisses along your neck, sucking occasionally. 

And as crazy as this thought was; you knew Drew was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had. Might even be better than the night you lost your virginity. He knows all the ways to feel good, to make you feel good. 

With each thrust, you feel yourself coming close again. “Shit, Drew. I’m close,” you groan, tightening yourself around his dick. 

“I’know babe,” he kisses the corner of your eye. “Cum on my dick; I got you.”

He continues his fast pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, until you feel a knot in your stomach go undone. 

You cum all over his dick, your body giving up now. Drew helps himself, and you feel him twitch inside of you too. His pacing slows, and you feel warm cum entering his condom. 

“…You squirted,” you hear him chuckle, as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

Oh shit. How embarrassing. You didn't know you were even capable of squirting. Is Drew grossed out by that? Based on his tone, he might not be, but then again-

“That’s…really fucking hot.”

You feel your cheeks go red just because of his compliment, letting go of his hands. You cover your face out of shyness, “shut up.”

You hear him chuckle again, “really…you’re very hot. And beautiful.”

He holds down on your waist as he slowly pulls out of you. You hear him walking across the room; probably to discard his condom. The warmth of him is gone; but a dip on the side of you tells you that he’s laid down on the bed with you. 

This man was unbelievable. First, he shamelessly looks at you during dinner, not engaging in any way with you. Second, he comes into your room in the middle of the night, claiming he’s got ‘important’ stuff to tell you. Third, he listens to long, boring stories about your life. Fourth, he fucks you so good you squirt. 

Unbelievable. 

You pull your hands away from your face, and you turn to face him. He’s already staring at you, his arms resting behind his head. 

The two of you just lay in silence; your eyes dancing all over his facial features. He really does look like the guy you lost your virginity to. Same face, same eyes, nose, lips. The resemblance is…uncanny. 

“You…” you want to ask him if he’s Drew. The Drew from four years ago. 

But you don’t. For some reason, you just can’t. You can’t bring yourself to ask him.

It was a horrible memory; crying at home for days, just because he rejected you. Crying over a guy that you weren’t even together with. It was a stupid memory, that you kept deep in your heart. Eventually, that memory was pushed to the very back with Zack’s help.

“…we just did 69,” you say instead. 

That makes him laugh; sending butterflies to your stomach. “Yeah, we did.”

You’re feeling a bit sleepy now; the tiredness of the sex washing over you. Drew suddenly gets up, and for a moment you think that he’s leaving. 

But he wasn’t; simply grabbing some tissues on the coffee table. He spreads your legs, and starts wiping the cum off it. “What a gentleman,” you sarcastically comment, even though you were happy he’s cleaning up after; Zack never does.

“The bare minimum, y/n,” he tells you instead, before getting off the bed again, throwing it away. 

Huh. You didn’t know; you’ve ever only been with Zack. 

He lays down beside you again, but not before pulling the blanket over you. “Tired?”

“Very,” you murmur, your eyelids feeling heavy. You don’t know why you said it, but you just did, “you can stay here.”

“Wasn’t gonna leave anyways,” he replies back almost instantly.

Warmth spreads throughout you, the comfort of Drew just laying beside you was enough to make you fall asleep. 

And you do drift off to sleep, with the last thing on your mind being Drew. 

Soon enough, Drew falls asleep too, but not before hugging you closely to him. 

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: damn they freaky (69 after four years...freaky bitches)

anyways, this is the longest chapter i've so far ...but i hope you enjoyed part three (there will be part 4!) ignore any mistakes...got real tired towards the end. i want to thank everyone who reads my work, u don't know but means a lot to me<3 also thanks to the person that also thought of the time skip idea...tysm! so...will y/n and drew open up about the past? and... who's zack👀👀

[skz1-4-3]

MY DEMON CH.1

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Pairings : DEMON!Hongjoong x reader , slight Wooyoung x san(not detailed , just a lot of skinship between those and lolevly chemistry)

Warnings : not proofread , Mentioning of blood , stabbing , choking(in a movie reader will watch) , harassment(reader gets harassed by men on the streets at night). Gore , head being sliced of by unknown power , knife. LMK if i missed something that could be triggering. <3

Word count : 1.7k (1,721 to be exact)

Readers POV : „you…“

Y/n POV : „I…“

no direct interaction with hongjoong yet , but i promise in the next chapter there will be.

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„No, please ! Stay with me , you can’t leave me. Im begging you!“

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-1 YEAR BEFORE THE DAY OF THE INCIDENT-

[READERS POV]

You grunted as, you finally carried the last box into your new home, from the van . Your aunt had just passed away due to a tragic car accident, she was the last family member you had left , but now shes gone aswell. Somehow every single one of your family member all died due to tragic events.

You emptied each box and settled down on the slightly dusty couch that got a little damaged from the transport. You prior lived in busan , a small town in South korea and now you were here in Seoul , the city you and your aunt dreamed of visiting before her death.

„I should probably go grocery shopping , since i had to throw everything away“ you sighed , tired from moving. You stood up , grabbed your new keys and drove to the nearest store to buy some food and other things you might think were necessary.

„okay lets see , first lets get some food , i already have enough water at home so no need to worry about that for the time being“ you said out loud , even though there was nobody around that you talked to. You walked down the aisle , scanning the shelves to check if you needed anything in particular . Nothing looking infront of you, you accidentally walked into something or rather someone.

„Oh my , im so sorry. I wasn’t watching where i was going.“ you apologized and bowed to the person you walked into , as they put a hand on your shoulder.

„Please do not bow , its alright.“ a male deep voice said and you raised your head to look at the owner.

„My name is mingi by the way and these three are yeosang , san and wooyoung.“ he introduced himself and his friends to which they all nodded and two of them-san and wooyoung- gave a little wave and ‚hey‘

„Nice to meet you , my name is Y/n“ you spoke and gave them a little smile , they seemed so nice and had a friendly aura. Especially mingi , his aura basically gave you energy . You could see their auras thanks to your moms witch side,that flowed through your veins.

„where are you from by the way ? I can hear an accent“ Mingi asked you , tilting his head in curiosity. You told him that you were from busan and you all had a fun conversation about anything that came to your minds.

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..2 MONTHS LATER

-10 MONTHS BEFORE THE INCIDENT-

This encounter was 2 Months ago . Along your journey you all became good friends , almost family. Everything felt natural , you had also met Seonghwa , Yungo and jungho . Today you were all hanging out at you apartment, having another sleepover . You all gathered around and on the couch.

„So what we gonna do?“ Wooyoung asked and everyone turned to look at him . Mingi suggested to watch a horror movie and everyone agreed ,since halloween was approaching anyways. So you gathered some blankets and pillows ,to built a small nest ,to sit in. Everyone sat down comfortably , you were between mingi and yeosang,while wooyoung and san were cuddling each other. Seonghwa and jongho were on the couch, while yunho turned on the selected movie on the TV and proceeded to sit down infront of you and lied his head down ,between your legs. You put a blanked on him ,so it was warm and cozy .

The horror movie felt more like a thriller, as it showed a scene ,where blood was splashing basically everywhere. The character shown on screen was being brutally murdered and stabbed several times as Ghost face-the murderer in the scene- let out a maniac laugh. His free hand which wasn’t holding the knife , choking the poor girl.

Soon the movie was over and you all decided to play a classic game called truth or dare . Whenever you were bored , truth or dare was your solution.

„Okay , Wooyoung . Truth or dare?“ Yeosang asked wooyoung in anticipation.

„Hm truth , i dont trust you with a dare man.“ wooyoung answered and yeosang asked him ,if he was interested in anyone ,at the moment . The young man, had found a love letter in the notes app ,of wooyoungs phone , so he got quite curious. Wooyoung answered „no , i dont think i do.“ so yeosang asked him „what about that little love letter of yours?“ with a sly smile on his face . „I was just trying to be poetic i guess , im planning on writing a song about past relationships.“ he swiftly answered ,as if he was prepared for this question.

Playing another few rounds , yunho got up and walked to the closet beneath the TV to see what other movies you got stored in it. „Hey y/n , what book is this.“ he asked as he held up a book, that your aunt had left you behind, before her death. Strangely to you , it seemed like she knew the date of her death and was waiting for it . Becoming more anxious day after day , and two days before her accident, she gave you the book. It was filled with sentences, in what you assumed to be latin , but some words were still unknown to you ,so thats why you thought, it must be a different one.

„My aunt left it behind for me .“ you told him and took the book out of his hands gently . You opened the book on the last page, since you were supposed to read it from right to the left , other than usual books.

„Bestiam arcesse , tegere , necare , facere quod volo . At mihi ne noceas, ut sum dominus.“( summon the beast, to protect , to kill . But it shall not harm me , as I am its master.) you said out loud , yes you knew that you came from a family of witches -just like mingi , you found out about that when he used a spell to change clothes without knowing that you saw him- but you aunt always told you , that you were to weak to cast a spell , since your dad was human .

Or so you all thought

After you read it out and san raising his eyebrow , seonghwa asked. „What does that mean?“

„I have no idea“ you responded and you all returned to truth or dare and you placed the book behind you. Behind you … just like the weird stare you suddenly felt.

„Okay y/n , truth or dare .“ wooyoung asked you , you answered „dare!“ slightly excited. Wooyoung always had the most fun dares to do. But this time it wasn’t that fun .

„i dare you to get some snacks from the 24/7 store down the street. Please? I am starving.“ he said leaning into you with puppy eyes. You sighed and agreed. Should’ve picked truth. „Let me go with you , its already 2AM and dark outside.“ yunho said being the gentleman he is.

You disagreed and said thats its all good since the store is just down the road and been to it several times before after 3AM. After some arguing he accepted to just stay and wait for you to come back. You took you purse , put on shoes and jacket and left the house.

As you walked down the street with your hands in your pocket , you started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Weird… , you thought as you grew anxious. Out of nowhere a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you , into the alleyway. Another hand covering your mouth as the one that grabbed you held your wrists together behind you. You tried to scream but your sounds got muffled .

„Okay sweetheart , this will god by quickly if you just comply with us.“ said one of the men ,as he twirled the knife in his hands , a disgusting smirk plastered across his face. Your eyes filled with fear and pleading for them to let you go.

Unexpectedly the one holding your wrists let go , or so you thought. When you turned around you saw him unconscious on the flore . The other three were shocked and walked over to him , slapping his cheeks. The second time something weird happened was when another mens throat suddenly splashed a circle of bloods from around it and his eyes widened , you eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then his head , fell off of his body , landing on the floor next to the -which you thought was unconscious- dead man. The remaining two screamed and your eyes widened in horror. You quickly turned around and ran home where you were safe. Not really.

You were still dazed from what happened. Did the other two die aswell? You questioned yourself in your mind ad you walked into the living room where you found 7 men on couch and floor -or both like mingi whos upper body was on the floor but hips and legs on the couch- all sleeping.

You sighed in relief not having to answer the questioning of wooyoung which would lead to you vaguely telling them what happened , which then would lead to yunho feeling like he should be the one to blame for it.

You walked over to the free couch, which no one was on and settled down. You muscles thanking you ,since you just ran as fast ,as you’ve never been before. Looking down on the table you found the book open on the page from before again. The the guys read it ? You thought before you layed down to finally get some rest.

Why you weren’t confused on what happened just now? You were always told stories ,by your aunt and some of your mother , before they both passed ,on how crazy events happened to them, because they were witches.

Must be a witch thing…

Was the last thing you thought as you finally fell asleep.

[jacscorner]

Dubbles...is a ship that I don't think really exists, lol. I think I've only ever seen, like, ONE piece of art shipping these two. Honestly, between Dextercup and Dexbloss, I can't really say I'm surprised since there's some really good (potential) chemistry there and I think there's a good argument for how these two ships could happen.

Dubbles has...a very uphill battle. For one thing, Dexter already has a super bubbly blonde in his life.

Her name's DeeDee.

And that's honestly why I don't think this ship would work. I honestly just think Dexter would think Bubbles would be too much like his sister. And, in his defense, Bubbles is the most feminine of the girls. I personally think that despite being friendly, they'd have a somewhat rocky relationship at first - even if I think an older Dexter is more mature, he'd probably still be hesitant around her due to his experience with DeeDee. He'd probably get along better with Buttercup (a tomboy and potential rival) and Blossom (a fellow nerd).

BUT, the months I took to think on this, I did think of a hypothetical scenario that might bring these two together - maybe not enough to get this ship off the ground, but probably what could better their relationship.

Picture this: Bubbles is friends with both Dexter and DeeDee, but can see their relationship isn't entirely equal. DeeDee clearly loves her brother and Dexter his sister, but Dexter always seems to keep her at a distance if he can help it. Why, Bubbles can't tell. I mean, siblings fight, but she still loves Buttercup and Blossom and never badmouths them. So why does Dexter seem so frustrated when DeeDee is brought up?

Cue Bubbles watching a typical interaction between the two. It's so chaotic and loony, that, at first, Bubbles is laughing cause it all just looks so fun. DeeDee is sure having fun running around while Dexter chases her. She's about to join in on the game until she sees DeeDee destroy something. Then, Bubbles realizes that Dexter is not having fun as DeeDee wrecks his lab, again, and then just as quickly leaves. She watches Dexter huff and puff, angry. Then, a moment later, he sighs; resignation washes over the boy genius as he solemnly picks up his wrench. Just another day that ends with 'y' for the boy genius.

Bubbles can tell there's no malice behind DeeDee's actions. But Dexter clearly hates this and has mixed feelings about it all. Yes, Dexter still loves his sister. But clearly, he's at his wits end.

Dexter tries to continue their previous conversation like nothing happened. He's so used to this that he doesn't even look up. He just gets ready to get back to work.

And when he turns back around, he sees that Bubbles had cleaned up his lab. She even managed to fix some of his machines. Bubbles then lands in front of him and tries to empathize with Dexter. After all, if Buttercup just broke down the door, broke her crayons, and then just left her to clean up the mess, she'd be heartbroken too.

And finally, Dexter feels so validated. Having had to keep this secret for so long, he couldn't vent about DeeDee destroying his lab. Finally, someone understands him and it feels...nice.

lol, I put too much effort into a random ship that nobody likes. But, oh well.

[sapphic-agent]

Seeing your post from that one anon, first, you’re absolutely correct. The dynamic between Izuku, Shoto and Scumbag is non-existent. But I am also curious, as I am planning to pick writing up again, what would you consider the important fundamentals of dynamics and chemistry for characters? You labeled Izuku, Iida, and Todoroki as a group with a stronger dynamic. And I am curious, MHA or other media, what duo or groups would say display good dynamics and chemistry between each other?

I'm in love with this question😍

So, fundamentally, there are a few issues with TodoBakuDeku as a group.

Inconsistent Characterization: Todoroki liking Bakugou is one of the most OOC things Hori's ever done. This is a kid who shares multiple similarities with his abusive father: dangerous ambition, bad temper, violent, and generally a terrible attitude towards the "weak." And that's not even mentioning how he treats Izuku, who's supposed to be Todoroki's best friend. Him wanting to be friends with Bakugou completely retcons established traits of his character

Lack of Genuine Connection: This was something Todoroki and Izuku had at the beginning of the series, but it was ignored for the better part of the story in favor of Izuku's relationship with Bakugou (which is toxic). And Bakugou and Todoroki have no relationship at all. There's nothing driving this group, no reason for them to be friends. There was no event or call to action that brought them altogether (like Stain). They're only a group because Horikoshi pushed them to be. I have no reason to be interested in their dynamic together because the story hasn't made me care about them enough

No Emotional Value: Never at any point in the story have the three of them together ever made me feel anything. With Stain, Izuku and Todoroki saving Iida is emotional; you feel Iida's regret & lack of self-worth, Izuku's determination to save him, and Todoroki finding his footing in friendship. I've never experienced anything close to that with TodoBakuDeku, not once

So with that in mind, how do we do better? You want to be consistent with the characters who have already been setup. Don't be afraid of conflict if it's inevitable for the characters to clash due to personalities, it's good for a group just starting out/getting to know each other. If Todoroki had ever expressed some intolerance for Bakugou's actions, it could have done a decent job of helping the group find its footing. You want to give your characters a reason for being together. Whether it's a call to action or accidental circumstances or whatever. Don't just slap three or four people in a group together, have us understand why they're together. And emotional connection is probably the most important part. Have your characters bond, develop their relationships with one another and themselves. Make us care about them together.

If you're having trouble, I recommend taking inspiration from media like Percy Jackson, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Teen Titans, the Justice League animated series, etc. They all do character interaction extremely well and you might find it helpful.

I hope that helped😊

[darling-phoebe]

best friends forever ! benny jeong and flynn alden ❥ fem! reader, nsfw oneshot,

18+ only!! minors i can't stop you from reading but don't interact with this post please. fem, afab reader, and given feminine terms of endearment. porn with a little plot. also contains: praise, dirty talk, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, spitroasting, dumbification, overstimulation, brief mention of choking with a leash but not actually depicted, dubcon if you squint. plus more i probably missed. this isn't tied to the main storyline but i couldn't help but release it now because it was spinning in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

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friendship was a funny thing. delicate and ever-changing. many of yours had ended abruptly, without explanation. some at least had the decency to claim some supposed wrongdoing of yours, like you not being reliable enough. even the ones you kept felt strained at best, with frequent excuses for evading plans. friendship was fragile. tricky.

and your friendship with flynn and benny was stranger than any other.

for months now, they'd been growing more touchy, more clingy. for months, they'd made every excuse to spend time with you. and you didn't mind, especially now that all your other friends were so absent.

but even this friendship was subject to change. but it was delicate in a much different way. all your normal dynamics and expectations were thrown out the window in a day.

all because of a pretty little skirt.

you weren't normally the type to wear anything revealing. oversized sweaters and baggy jeans were staples of your wardrobe, and even in summer you didn't tend to show off much.

but you wanted to try something different. wanted to expand your horizons. and, if you were being honest, you wanted a little romantic validation. nothing too extreme, a simple lingering glance was all you really needed. just something to prove your inexperience wasn't due to your looks.

which, of course it wasn't. you were such a rare beauty, angelic and gorgeous. rather, your inability to pick up a date was because of a certain pair of boys who eliminated anyone who showed a hint of interest.

and today, they had a lot to get rid of.

you walked out of your home on that wonderful fall day, slightly warm with a gentle breeze, wearing a baggy maroon sweater, tights and mary janes, and a little black mini skirt that had benny and flynn doing a double take.

you walked up to the car, hopped into the front passenger seat, and smiled cluelessly at your friends.

"god, i am so not ready for that chemistry quiz today," you groaned upon arrival.

normally, flynn would be teasing you for not paying enough attention during your study sessions. normally, benny would be assuring you that you'd do great.

today, however, they merely exchanged a meaningful glance, before starting to drive.

"i wouldn't worry too much," flynn said after a moment, tone casual. he turned around, not heading towards the school like normal.

you furrowed your brows. "you're going the wrong way," you pointed out, confused. "we don't have time to stop for breakfast today."

"we'll have breakfast later," benny promised, leaning forward from his spot in the backseat. it gave him a wonderful view of your pretty thighs.

"but what about school?"

flynn chuckled. "baby, school's not even on our radar right now." he was driving back to benny's place, you quickly realized.

they ushered you in. his parents were long gone to work, leaving the house empty.

leaving you helpless.

benny held your hand, leading you to his bed. flynn sat on your left, benny on your right.

"we're gonna miss the quiz," you all but whined, feeling tense and warm under their focused gazes.

they ignored your words. flynn's hand pressed into your thigh. benny leaned into you, peering down at you. "you look too pretty in that skirt," he mumbled.

and that's when your face went red.

flynn's hand alternated between tracing patterns with his fingertips and groping the ample flesh. "so gorgeous," he groaned into your other ear.

"g─guys," you stammered, feeling warm and flustered.

"let it happen, baby," flynn muttered. "let us make you feel good." he moved you into his lap, and you felt his excitement pressing into your ass.

then benny moved, and knelt down before you. his kind eyes zeroed in on the space between your legs. he planted kisses along the exposed skin of your thighs. flynn moved your skirt up, revealing those pretty white panties, with a small damp spot over your cunt. "please, darling?" benny asked, looking up at you. his plea heavy with a desperate lust.

you gave a hint of a nod, breath caught in your throat.

"words, sweet girl," flynn warned, grinding only once into your ass.

at the same time, benny placed an open-mouth kiss on your inner thigh. he sucked slowly on your soft flesh.

you couldn't help it. you let out a breathy moan. "y─yes, you can─ i need you to─ please."

"good girl," whispered flynn.

benny began marking up your pretty thighs, lowering your panties more and more. you were too lost in the overwhelming sensations to notice him slipping the panties into his pocket.

"feel good, baby?" flynn began kissing your neck, as benny dove his tongue into your damp, glistening pussy. he alternated between sucking on your clit and lapping up your wet cunt. "you're doing so good for us..." flynn mumbled in between open-mouth kisses on your neck. "good girl, let us take care of you... we'll give you everything..." his teeth sank into your neck, lightly enough not to hurt, but sure to leave a mark. "just stay still, baby... so pretty in that skirt, had to have you... couldn't wait any longer."

your legs spasmed as you lost yourself in the pleasure. but benny held you firmly in place. big, veiny hands wrapped around your calves holding your legs open. skirt flipped up, every part of you exposed.

"you... taste... heavenly..." benny panted. "god, i could eat you forever."

flynn's hand moved to work under your sweater, trailing up to cup your breasts over your bra. then he moved the garment down to fully feel you, twisting and teasing your nipples while he left hickeys all over your throat.

between the two of them getting you so worked up, you squirmed and moaned into an orgasm. your cum coated benny's face, but he didn't stop. he licked up every bit of it, groaning at the wonderful taste.

"too─ too much, please, i─!"

"relax, darling..." benny finally lifted his head, looking into your eyes, now heavy and dazed. you'd always been beautiful, but this new sight, this new version of you was even more breathtaking. "we're not done... we have so much more to do with you."

"we need you, baby," flynn added. "need to make you feel good, need to feel you..."

"you'll let us, won't you?" benny tilted his head, watching your flushed face.

"yes..." you all but whimpered.

"say 'please'?" flynn pushed. "c'mon sweet thing, just wanna hear you beg a little."

your wide-eyed, needy stare was almost as delicious as your plea. "please, benny... please flynn, need you─ need you both, i...!"

"that's our girl."

benny lifted you off flynn's lap, then laid you down. "lie still, darling," he whispered. he positioned you so your head was hanging off the bed, and your body was laid in the middle, legs spread. flynn hovered over your body, hands trailing up and down. benny knelt, and kissed you passionately. you gasped against his lips, as you felt flynn slide two fingers inside your wet cunt.

"wait, i─!"

"you're doing so good, baby," flynn whispered against your skin. he left his own hickeys on your thighs next to the ones left by benny. "so pretty like this, so perfect for us..." his fingers were driving you absolutely mad, and he wouldn't let up. you squrimed around uselessly. the boys had you trapped and helpless.

just like they always wanted.

benny started undoing his belt, and god that motion was way hotter than it needed to be.

as he took it off, he held it in his hands, and pictured it wrapped around the pretty throat like a leash. but that would have to wait. today, they would overwhelm you with pleasure. they couldn't afford to scare you away, though they had backup plans for that. they wanted you to be willing. they wanted you to love them like they loved you.

meanwhile, flynn was undressing too.

"you on the pill, baby?"

you nodded, too dazed for words. this time, they let it slide. far too excited for the next step to stall even a little.

benny ran his finger along your lips. "open wide, pretty girl." when you obliged, he began stroking his cock barely an inch away from your face.

at the same time, flynn was climbing over you, his cock pressed against your folds. he jerked his hips, letting you feel his impressive length tease you.

between both of them denying you, you couldn't stop jerking around. "please, please, i need─"

flynn chuckled. "anything for you," he said, and slowly pushed into you.

you let out a breathless moan, and benny used the opportunity to slide into your mouth.

they started out slow, both relishing the feeling of your warmth surrounding them. you felt so unbelievably good─ no, good didn't even begin to cover it. you were addictive is what you were, they wanted their cocks buried in you all the time. wanted you to stay with them, never leave this room, get filled with their cum all day every day, be theirs be theirs be theirs─

they couldn't help it; they began fucking you with more force, more fervor.

"you feel so good," benny groaned. "good girl, taking us so well."

"just like you're s'posed to," flynn continued. "these holes were made for us. you're ours now, baby, you belong to us."

each thrust was making you dizzy with pleasure. you couldn't see straight, tears running down your face, it felt so good. you couldn't think at all, just lost in the feeling.

"gonna make you feel good every day of your life, our precious girl."

"make you cum over and over, show you how good we take care of you."

"no one else can treat you this good, we'll do anything for you, gonna keep you happy and full of our cum."

they were getting bolder, more confident in what they could say with you in such a state. you were drooling, eyes foggy. you could barely register what they were saying, really only catching bits and pieces while the rest was filed away into your subconscious.

"gettin' close," flynn groaned.

"mm, me too..." benny said as he fucked your throat. you weren't gagging much, only a bit here and there, but it didn't deter him. as much as he tried to be gentle (more so than flynn was inclined to be) he couldn't help but get lost in the feeling of your throat around his cock. he couldn't help but pound into you, wanted to cum more than anything.

but they needed to make you cum again first.

so flynn began paying more than his previous causal attention to your clit, focusing in on setting that bundle of nerves alight while he failed your tight pussy.

and benny grabbed hold of your bouncing tits, groping them, kneading the ample flesh, playing with your nipples.

you came undone, moaning around benny's cock, going limp finally and feeling your brain truly shut off.

"that's right, sweet girl, you don't have to worry 'bout a thing... keep that head of yours empty." benny groaned, not relenting in his brutal pace in your throat.

"we'll take care of everything, don't need to think at all..." god, that really got flynn going. got them both going. "just our perfect little doll, let us use you all we want, let us make you feel good forever."

forever forever forever forever forever─

they both released at nearly the same time, filling up your mouth and pussy with their cum. while flynn stayed buried until every drop was released, benny pulled out just before the end to smear some on your angelic face.

and here they thought you couldn't get any prettier.

finally, they pulled out. benny kissed all over your face, while flynn pulled you close into a warm embrace. they whispered praises, worshipping you the way you deserved.

but it wasn't long before you felt their cocks stirring again.

"benny? flynn?" you muttered, barely coming back to yourself after having your world rocked.

"oh, sweet girl, you didn't think that was it, did you?"

you'd have to wear this skirt more often.

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

❛ will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane? ❜

[wilcze-kudly]

I watched Korra again for the Weilin but I still Don’t Get It even though I want to!!! Can you give me the rundown/pitch/Weilin 101??

Oh boy I am so sorry I made such a fuss to over weilin you felt like you needed to rewatch the show for it.

So basically, Wei and Bolin don't have many interactions in canon. In fact I would say that there are only two scenes that properly count as one on one interactions. Its also important to note that the only Beifong twin Bolin ever interacts with as a singular person rarher than a pair is Wei. He never interacts with Wing unless he is addressing both twins.

The first interaction between Bolin and Wei is during B3 when Bolin is trying and failing miserably to learn metalbending. Wei seems annoyed to be stuck with someone who doesn't know metalbending and decides to sandwich Bo between two metal plates. As you do.

He then claims that 'trial by fire' is the best way to learn metalbending. Since Wei is such a minor character, we don't know enough about him to be able to fully pinpoint where this action came from. Does Wei genuinely think that bodily harm is the best way to learn a martial art? Was he trying to distract Bolin from his constant failure to bend metal? Was this the equivalent of a puppy biting someone as an attempt to initiate playtime? Is he just a douche?

We will probably never know. Thanks nickelodeon.

Bolin does eventually return the gesture in kind, getting his own petty revenge. And hitting Wei in the head with a pebble.

I like this scene, because it showcases Bolin's pettier side. One that rarely, if ever comes out with his canon romantic interests. Bolin is a character that has a habit of reigning in his less palatable traits, in order to appeal more to the people around him. His petty and more sarcastic nature is reserved mainly for Mako, probably the person he feels most comfortable with.

I think it's a very fun thing to see this side of him flare up with this random guy and it gave me thought about how their relationship could incorporate this. Wei enjoying pressing Bolin's buttons, causing Bolin to showcase more of his more authentic self.

They so seem to both have a passion for sports and earthbending which is cute. They're both competitive which adds some nice flavour and potential spicy sparring scenes.

The next scene is the famed catch n' pat.

Youre gonna tell me this wasn't at least a bit fruity?

The prolonged eye contact? The damsel in distress imagery? Bolin's lil smirk that is soon replaced with bisexual confusiom?

Imo they have a lot of chemisrty in both these scenes and make me want more of their relationship.

I also think it would be very interesting to see Bolin develop feelings for a guy. We see that he puts his female love interests on a certain pedestal. Id assume this is due to a rather naive and innocent view of love, most likely due to the fact that he didn't get to emotionally mature enough to acknowledge that romance isn't like what the fairytales say it is.

It would be interesting to see Bolin not get to 'court' said male romantic interest like he usually does. Bolin wouldn't be as 'showmany' with a guy friend than with a girl he'd like to seduce. This causes an interesting dynamic to the relationship if Bolin were to want to seduce said guy, who has seen him with his guard down.

Also seeing comphet boy Bolin going through a crisis of sexuality because his (ex?) girlfriend's brother patted his face is very appealing to me

I think what entices me in weilin is being able to have a dynamic no other ship could fully offer Bolin. And the potential of character growth it could afford Bolin, a character whose complexity is often overlooked, much to my upset. Personally, I dislike all of Bolin's canon relationships, so when Weilin came chemistry guns a blazing I was very intrigued. And then I fell down the rabbit hole and now im here.

If you have any more questions on Weilin please feel free to ask! I'm over the moon to ramble about them to whoever will listen. Hope this was enough to start you off with.

Also, if you're interested, I have a concerningly long essay on the subject because I am very sane and normal about them:

Rest assured my feelings have since evolved and i now have more reasons to ship them.

I guess there's so much fun to have with this ship and the dynamics and stories they could have.

[tabbyrocks]

odd mha ships i dont like and why

dabihawks/ hotwings

they hate eachother. dabi tried to kill him, and theres just literally no chemistry between them. if they ever DID get into a realationship it would be horribly unhealthy. also i think dabi is too obsessed with his dad to want a relationship. (hawks idolizing his abuser does not help)

endevorhawks

absolutely not. this is basically a proship due to the 20-30 year age gap and it being abuser x abused. if you like this i hope you get hit by a fucking car you nasty freak.

twicehawks

didn't realize this was a ship untill recently. gross. sure, they were buddy buddy but ONLY because hawks was trying to get info out of him. hawks liked him as a person / thought he was better then the rest of the villans but twice was set in his ways, so it would never work. also hawks like actually killed him.

bakudeku

literally VOMITS oh my god i hate bakudeku. bakugo is horribly written and the ship itself is so unrealistic. bakugo bullied and abused izuku for 10 YEARS STRAIGHT. TEN YEARS. even with bakugo's "character development" its still really bad. the closest i can see them being is pals.

monobaku

i think this might actually be worse then bakudeku on a logistic level. they both DESPISE eachother. bakugo canonly thinks he's the spawn of Satan. please just let enemies be enemies dear lord.

kiribaku

as much as i hate any sort of ship with bakugo involved this might be the most tame one on this list. i just don't like it. bakugo is overly mean to ALL of his friends and they really only have a strong mutual respect for eachother. also he uses him as a human punching bag just because he can harden. keep your hands to yourself bakugo jesus christ,,

todobaku

this one just makes me sad. bakugo doesn't want a single thing to do with todoroki but todoroki is like so heavily autistic that HE GENUENLY THINKS THEY ARE FRIENDS???? like it hurts me to my core please stop talking to bakugo todoroki im begging.

monoma x tamaki (i dont know the shipname for this and i dont care enough to find out)

I can't believe i even have to mention this one but i had a very interesting situation back when i was active on twitter where ALL of my mutuals thought that this shit was morally okay and i had to block all of them. thats a minor x an adult. i thought we established that freshman x seniors is fucking gross what is WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. "oh but its only a two year age gap-" WRONG!!! its a 2 and a half year age gap. people seem to forget that teenage brains develop really fucking fast that even though the age gap is only 2 and a half years the MATURITY GAP IS HUGE. also, normal fucking 18+ yr olds DO NOT like dating people under 17 (some of them ive talked to, like my brother, said that even 17 is iffy and heavily depends on how mature they are). also, if we completely ignore the age + maturity gap, their personalities clash. tamaki would probably be fucking bat shit terrified of monoma due to how eccentric he is. also they havn't interacted in canon ONCE. this one is also basically a proship.

Bonus:

togachako

I used to hate this ship because i thought it would just be super toxic, but the recent chapters of the manga really won me over. its just the build up to that point was honestly ass, like we went from 20% to 100% WAY too fast.

[phoenix-flamed]

Alright, let's see if I can get this all written out. Please bear in mind that this headcanon is written with general Anabella, Clive, and Joshua in mind, rather than based on any specific muses/portrayals -- so don't worry if you don't agree! Naturally, these subjects are going to vary based on interactions with individual muses of aforementioned characters, and based on the headcanons attached to those muses and their personal stories. But this will give insight into how my Elwin thinks, feels, etc., and why he makes decisions he does, be it for better or worse.

Considering this headcanon is going to be talking about my muse's relationships with his family members, which includes Clive's relationship with Anabella -- reader discretion is advised.

This is probably going to be a very long post, which I profusely apologize for.

Let's start with my Elwin's relationship with Anabella. Canonically, we aren't told much about their personal relationship, at least not from Elwin's side. Much of what I pull from for my headcanons regarding their marriage is the bedroom scene at the start of the game and how they interact during it, and Anabella's final confrontation with Clive and Jill, as well as little context clues throughout the game of things that Anabella either says or does.

My Elwin didn't have a necessarily "bad" marriage with Anabella. They were arranged to marry, both as the two eldest children of their respective branches of the Rosfield family, and, due to their close blood relation, as two of the most likely candidates to produce the next Dominant of Phoenix after Elwin's father had passed on. But at least in the beginning, they didn't dislike each-other.

He did care deeply for Anabella, though it wasn't necessarily full-on romantic love, or if it was, it wasn't necessarily the same type that he felt towards the two he had been in a relationship with before his marriage to her. (Obviously the depth of his feelings towards specific Anabella RPers is always subject to vary, depending on the Anabella RPer's headcanons, chemistry between our muses, and how the other mun feels regarding the two!) But he, if nothing else, loved her as a friend and a partner, and he trusted her, even if there were so many things they didn't agree on all across the board. She was not only his wife, but the Duchess of Rosaria -- his fellow ruler, his equal. It was his understanding of their relationship that the two should work together and fulfill their duty as the current heads of the ruling family, which was to faithfully look after for their people.

It was also their duty to teach their children of their family's legacy that would then be passed on to them as well, and to lead them by example of how to serve their people for when their own time came to take over.

When I say that my Elwin was "afraid" of Anabella, please bear in mind that it isn't fear of what she can do to him physically. Elwin wasn't, deep down at heart, an overly confident man, although he hid it well. Beyond his most trusted friends and his brother, the only other person he had shown his "real" self to was his wife. He trusted her enough to let his guard down and take off his mask, so to speak; he trusted her enough to be vulnerable around her, if only in glimpses. As a result, whether she chose to use them against him or not, she knew his weaknesses -- she knew where to wound him with her words and get into his head or appeal to his emotions. She knew how to manipulate him, and conversely, she also knew how to soothe and reassure him.

They were, in short, opposites, but two sides of a coin. And in this respect, and this respect alone, they did fulfill their roles as equals in power.

However, for all of their disagreements on how the duchy should be run and what the future should hold for it, and many other political matters -- the biggest divide between them, at least on Elwin's part, was Anabella's reaction to Clive's "rejection" by the Phoenix, and her resulting poor treatment of him. He didn't, and still doesn't in the post-Phoenix Gate verses, understand how she could base his worth as a person, and his worthiness of her love, on something beyond the child's control. Clive had done nothing wrong; if anything, their firstborn did his very best to do everything right, in order to prove his worthiness to everyone, but especially to her, and to earn her love. To see Anabella continue to shun him as a "failure" despite his efforts broke Elwin's heart each and every time, made all the worse by his father knowing of the rumors started by the other nobles of the court. In Elwin's viewpoint, and whether true or not, these rumors were likely an attempt at disrupting their family's relationship by targeting what could be perceived as the "weakest" part of their marriage. Whether it be for the end goal of planting a seed of distrust on his wife's side, or taking a swing at Anabella's pride and the importance she holds for things like status, reputation, appearances, and most of all her personal duty of birthing the next Dominant of Phoenix... he isn't sure which it might be.

But doubling back to that mention of my Elwin's "fear" of Anabella, this is another instance, and perhaps an even bigger one, where it comes into play: it's the fear of how deeply Anabella's words are hurting Clive, and a fear that with a single wrong move, Elwin could cause Anabella's attitude towards the boy to worsen. In short, it's a fear that his wife may redirect her frustrations or anger or discontent with her husband out on their child, who has himself done nothing wrong beyond being Elwin's son too.

Maybe it's because he sees so much of himself in their eldest son, right down to the fact that they are both "ordinary men" rather than Dominants, and thus have to work hard to make up for the inherent shortcoming in terms of power when compared to a Dominant -- but my Elwin is undeniably incredibly attached to and protective of Clive, even if he has a difficult time of outwardly expressing it. That is his baby, his first ever child, and he can't stand even just the thought of him being hurt in any capacity, be it directly or indirectly.

The subject of Clive and Joshua is an incredibly complex one for Elwin, and it's made even more complicated by his and Anabella's unsteady relationship, which I'll elaborate more on that specific part in a bit.

But first. As much as Elwin may have aspired to overthrow the traditional order and dismantle the societal hierarchy to ensure equality for everyone, including Bearers -- he was still the ruler of a nation, and he was still part of a royal family and lineage. Because of this, no matter how much he may have wanted to just do and say whatever he wanted, whensoever he pleased, the reality was that he couldn't. Even if he didn't give a damn about the opinions of his fellow nobility, and even if he didn't feel like he needed the support and favor of the court, he was still very much a servant to the people of the duchy. During the banquet scene, when Joshua asks why the Phoenix is always born into their family, Elwin explains it's because they, the Rosfields, have been chosen to uphold a duty to the people of Rosaria, which is to share the power granted to their family by the Mothercrystal's Blessing with all of them -- and the way that they have been chosen to do that is through the Phoenix first and foremost, and by using the magic that comes along with it for the betterment of all.

This was a duty that my Elwin held extremely close to his heart. He had been raised and taught and so wholly immersed in this mentality, that the Rosfield family was meant to use their power to serve and protect and guide Rosaria, and that the Dominant of Phoenix was more than just the rightful ruler of the duchy, but was also the symbol of hope and strength for their nation as well.

This isn't to say that he had ever viewed Clive as inferior or as a failure for not awakening as Phoenix's Dominant, or that he only cared about Joshua because he is Phoenix's Dominant. It's the opposite; he loves his boys unconditionally. But he also considered their family's duty of serving their people as something to be proud of and aspired to, whether it be through the Eikon of Fire's power or through swordsmanship and the life of a soldier.

Before the Night of Flames, he didn't understand that both Clive and Joshua needed reassurance on a more personal, emotional level from their father, or that there actually is a distinction between expressing his love for them as his sons versus expressing his love for them as heirs to the Rosfield legacy -- and that these two sentiments, while co-existing, are separate from the other. In his mind, the roles that the two of his boys each played are not what define them or their worth, no, but they were something for the two to each hold their head up high over. They are, at the end of the day, Rosfields, and it was the Rosfield family's traditional duty to carry out this obligation to Rosaria, as it had always been in generations before.

The same way that Elwin adhered to tradition in this sense, as is incredibly fitting for the Archduke of a nation referred to as the "Bastion of Tradition", he also tried to navigate his relationship with his children in a way that supported and encouraged their growth in their devotion to their people. Especially when it came to Clive being a part of the ducal army, and with them having been the ruling family, he felt that he must straddle the line carefully between expressing his love for his eldest son while avoiding showing favoritism or preferential treatment towards him versus the other soldiers. If the message he was trying to convey was that everyone deserves to be treated as equals, then shouldn't members of the royal family(including Elwin himself) be treated as equals with the common man?

He didn't want to be a hypocrite, nor did he want to unintentionally cripple his eldest son in terms of personal growth and strength, nor weaken others' opinions on Clive with the impression that Clive had been handed his esteemed position rather than earned it. In his mind, Clive very much deserved to be respected and admired for his unwavering devotion, perseverance, tenacity, and strength. But Elwin still tried to respect and love him as a person as well, which was why he did things -- or rather, didn't do things such as force Clive to join their fellow soldiers during celebratory events like the feast held at Phoenix Gate.

He knew full well that Clive was full of talent and promise. He saw it in every aspect of the boy -- from his demeanor, the way he regarded and treated others regardless of their status or position, his skills in combat, the quiet compassion he extended to people, so on. He wanted others to see it, too, especially Anabella. Because at the end of the day, there was also the fact that both Clive and Joshua were Rosaria's future, and he wanted his wife to see for herself that the future of the duchy -- and perhaps more -- were in good, capable hands.

This was why, for as many times as my Elwin had confronted the Duchess about the boy's capabilities, he did ultimately make the mistake of encouraging Clive to prove himself to her. He believed that he, even as the young man's father, was incapable of changing Anabella's mind and her harsh opinions about their firstborn son, despite his praise for him and reassurances to her of his skill. If she wouldn't listen to reason, he surmised, then the only alternative was for Clive to outright show her.

Should he have pressed the matter more relentlessly on Clive's behalf, and gone to greater lengths to curb Anabella's harsh, undeserved treatment of him? I personally believe so. By urging Clive to prove himself to his mother, and while Elwin's intentions were good, it was more likely to backfire than to succeed -- especially because of Elwin's turbulent relationship with Anabella. In short, whether he had intended to or not, he had put Clive in a position where he was being pitted against Anabella, and both of their sons were regrettably caught in the middle of the tension between their parents.

The fact that Elwin was so frequently away from Rosalith to attend to business, be it on the political front or on the battlefield, didn't help in the slightest. It ensured that no, he couldn't be there to defend their son each and every time the Duchess started in on him, treated him with contempt, or altogether refused to not ignore his existence.

When it came to Joshua, their youngest son was at a disadvantage with regards to forming a bond with his father. Joshua just happened to have been born during the onset of the conflict with Kanver, when Kanver decided it wanted its independence. As we find out in the Ultimania book, this entire situation lasted for around eight or so years, and at the beginning prompted Dhalmekia and Rosaria to enter an alliance, so that they could work together to stop Kanver from obtaining its goal. Towards the end of the conflict, things had escalated into full-blown war, with Dhalmekia and Rosaria fighting against Waloed after Waloed stepped in to stand against Dhalmekia in particular.

Both Rosaria's history, along with its "present" time, was filled with conflict and struggle. Before the Kanver situation, Elwin had to deal with the Northern Territories and Silvermane choosing to try to invade Rosaria in the wake of their Mothercrystal's death and the loss of more and more of their lands at the hands of the Blight. There was the issue of the Blight in and of itself, and finding methods to protect the duchy from the creeping devastation. Then there were the political relations that needed to be upheld across Storm, and all of these factors were just the tip of the iceberg in terms of responsibilities. They all ensured that, in short, both the Archduke and the Duchess had their hands full, and Elwin was often the one that had left Rosalith to accompany his men onto the front lines.

He missed much of Joshua's young life, and because of that, missed so many vital moments and opportunities that would have given him the chance to forge a deeper connection with the boy. He by no means meant to neglect Joshua, or to abstain from getting close to him emotionally, and he did try to reach out to him. But because he didn't know him in the same way that he had known Clive when Clive was little, because he hadn't been granted the same time and opportunity to get to know Joshua, to learn his needs and understand his thoughts and feelings, and at least to some degree watch him grow through the years -- Elwin struggled. But he did love Joshua, and he never considered Joshua's only value to be as the Dominant of Phoenix. The child was his son first, and the bearer of the Eikon of Fire second.

His decision to take Joshua to Phoenix Gate to have him carry out the tradition of communing with the Rosfield family's ancestors for guidance in the upcoming war with the Iron Kingdom was not a decision made lightly. It was also not a decision that he wanted to make, but it was ultimately a choice between his duty to Rosaria and his love and protectiveness as a father. The fight against Waloed's army, and Dhalmekia's abandonment of the fight -- and subsequent forced retreat by Rosaria -- highlighted one very important problem for Rosaria, in terms of strength and defense: unlike most of the other nations of Storm, they didn't have an Eikon fighting at their side.

His father, the previous Dominant of Phoenix, had passed away so many years prior due to sudden illness, leaving them to have to fight their battles after that point on their own. And even with Joshua's awakening as the next Dominant, Joshua was far too young during that time to go to war with them, leaving them at an extremely great disadvantage. Even Elwin, for as skilled and strong of a fighter as he was, for all of his prowess with a blade, was still just an ordinary man, and his strength would never be able to hold up against that of a Primed Dominant.

And so he had to make a heavy decision, one that he would continue to regret long after The Night of Flames had taken place: despite Joshua being a child, and despite the boy's susceptibility to illness, Rosaria needed the Phoenix with its army on the battlefield, as well as to gain that valuable insight from their ancestors -- because the Dominant of Phoenix was the only one who could enter the Apodytery and perform the ritual to commune with them. Even against the Iron Kingdom, who presumably had no Eikon of their own given their grim views towards Eikons, the Phoenix would give them a much-needed advantage, because remember, Rosaria has been struggling against the Iron Kingdom on and off for centuries by that point for control of Drake's Breath, and each time they've fought, Rosaria has been forced to retreat.

Unfortunately, because of this situation, it also meant that Elwin had to ignore his wife's pleas for him to reconsider when it came to Joshua, and had to ignore his wife's attempts at appealing to his better sense and emotions as Joshua's father.

Now, this leads into another glaring matter:

Elwin loved his family with all of his heart. He really, truly did. However, in the end, without fail, he always prioritized duty to his people, and the people of Rosaria in general, over the needs of his family. It wasn't right, no -- but it was what he believed at the time was right, regardless of his personal feelings. He was, after all, the reigning Archduke, and it was his obligation as both ruler and as a Rosfield to serve and protect and care for his people, no matter the cost. It was what he knew, what he had been shown, what he believed was a necessary sacrifice of a good ruler.

I think I managed to cover everything that I wanted to cover? Uh. You're one hell of a trooper if you've managed to read all of this.

[slotmachines-fearofgod]

hi! just have read your fic with cody&soka bonding dynamic(and planning to read more ur stuff), and do im interested, have you any h/c or any thoughts on how canon could represents cody/ahsoka in some arc/case /etc or even other SW's characters you inetersted in

in general, just wanna to hear you and your thoughts, no rules or restrictions . thanks a lot for the things you have done to fandom

with the best wishes, your reader

oh man that's a good question and i have a long answer so here goes:

so cody and ahsoka never actually interact in canon (devastating), however we do see some similarities in their bonds with the people around them. for instance, they're both close with rex (confirmed by rebels and dave filoni in cody's case) and have earned his close confidence and trust. they both look to obi-wan as sort of a pillar of what a jedi should be (confirmed by bad batch season 2 & literally all of clone wars) and they're comfortable within the bounds of their respective relationships with obi-wan. i think, if there ever were an arc in which they got to be together/cody got actual screen time, it would realistically look close to what rex and ahsoka's relationship looks like.

things we canonically know about cody:

he and obi-wan were very close friends due to needing to spend most days together

he and rex were close due to their command positions and assumed training together

he feels comfortable giving up his command to a different person so long as he finds them experienced and ambitious enough to take on the challenge

the last thing he wants is to fight in a war

so obviously a very short list. ahsoka's would be much longer, which is why i'm not writing it, but from a character standpoint that already gives us a pretty solid platform on which to start. cody isn't lenient, ahsoka isn't used to people letting her mess around (too much) so they'd work well together in a battle/training environment. cody isn't so insecure that he feels as though he NEEDS to be in control, and even verbally hands the reins over to rex in the initial domino/rishi moon episode, whereas Ahsoka's character arc is about learning to take control and become confident in her abilities. that gives us a good in for chemistry, as cody is a strategist and can read people fairly accurately. he wouldn't feel threatened by ahsoka because he knows that any command position she assumed would still defer to his station. so now cody is at ease around her. but what makes ahsoka be at ease around him?

my big argument for that one is the aforementioned relationships with rex and obi-wan. these are two people that ahsoka trusts and holds very close, and thus seeing someone else earn the same level of respect as her would automatically lower her hackles so to speak. she knows obi-wan or rex would warn her off if cody was a real danger to her, and she trusts their judgement of character, so upon being introduced to the guy who's obi-wan's closest friend outside of the jedi and rex's Brother (capital B brother because he has a lot of brothers but not a lot of Brothers), she'd probably be eager to meet him. Ahsoka is very excitable in the series because she's a young girl, and it's only in the later seasons that she stops being as excited to meet new people and go new places.

TLDR: the ties to obi-wan and rex would lend ahsoka to viewing cody favorably, whereas ahsoka's discipline and dedication to peace/the jedi order would lower cody's defenses enough to let her in

[sonofshin]

RP blog for a little baby dragon. Guest OC muses appear every now and then, and they all care very much for the little lad.

Soapie’s general rules

I really trust people will behave themselves so I hope most of these rules are old news.

-Don’t godmod. Don’t take control of my character or dictate what should happen next, thank you.

-Shipping is done via chemistry only. Hayase is baby.

-Please respect me, as a mun. I am a human being behind a computer. If I don’t want to rp with you or do certain plots, please respect that.

-If you have beef with me, please let me know so we can talk it out. DM’s, asks, anons, anything goes. I’d like to know if I fucked up or made someone uncomfortable. I’m not a mind reader so communication is always key. I make mistakes and I’d like to set things right if I hurt someone. I’d rather be hurt with a reason, than to be hurt without one.

-The above statement also goes for general annoyances. Sometimes I forget specific rules or interpret them differently. I’ll never be mad if you let me know. I’m never trying to upset anyone.

-Anon hate will only be accepted in the form of haiku’s that end in ‘it’s snowing on Mount Fuji’, or when written in surfer slang.

-NSFW is accepted in gore, violence, and sex. I also draw smut every now and then and my tag for such things is ‘sinflowers’. So block that if you don’t want to see the occasional butt. Suggestive things are usually tagged as ’nsft’. Sometimes I forget or sometimes I do not think something is suggestive enough to warrant that tag. If things slip by and bother you, please hit me up. Anonymously is also totally accepted. I just need to know so I can pay closer attention to it.

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- On formatting: I don’t format and don’t mind if you do. However, overly spaced text gives me a headache so I might ask you to unspace if we RP together. My brain is tiny, please forgive me

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- If you tell me that I, the mun, hate your muse just because my muse is angry at them, I will come to your house and dehydrate all your plants. This will never, EVER be the case and I will absolutely take great offence. Mun does not equal muse. EVER!

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If you have read these rules, send me a mango

P.S. Having fun is mandatory >:)

[scrapyardboyfriends]

I miss friendships like Adam and Aaron because they felt like actual friends, though I think the show kind of got lucky because of Adam and Danny’s close friendship, and also Danny seems to have the best on-screen chemistry (platonic or romantic) with actors he is close or friends with in real life (I’ve noticed it with Robron too). We don’t really see that with some of the younger characters as much and imo it comes down to writing mainly, but also acting with some of the characters.

They definitely lucked out with Danny and Adam, though they became friends after they met each other on set. So I guess that could happen for the other kids too. It did with Izzy and Rosie because they came in around the same time so early Gabby and Liv friendship scenes did feel really natural.

In general the teen groups these days are just not as well developed as they were in the past. I mean I think part of the reason the teens don't land as well for me is probably because I'm getting older and more disconnected from that age but I feel like the writers probably are too. I feel like a lot of the writers have been there forever so the average age is probably older now. I think they really struggle with writing modern teens, especially when it gets into the social media area. All of the cyber bullying type stories or anything where all they do is stare at their phones doesn't really work when we're not seeing it. I feel like when April had her whole story we maybe saw one or two posts rather than getting to see things pop up on screen around her like they do in a lot of teen shows these days (or any shows).

Another thing that today's teens really suffer from is a lack of screen time, even when they have bigger stories. For example, in Aaron's first full year, he was in 144 episodes and that wasn't even his coming out story. That started a little towards the end of the year but the bulk of that was in 2010, when he was in 153 episodes. Contrast that to Arthur who was in 26 episodes last year and 28 so far this year and Marshall who has had a more dramatic coming out story with angst but he’s only been in 26 episodes. Cathy who has had a supposedly big story this year that technically was starting at the end of last year has only been in 30 and 27 episodes respectively. And those are the characters with actual story. Even Samson who technically had a big story too was only in 49 episodes last year and only 19 so far this year.

Most of these kids still feel like blank slates because we just don’t see them often enough, not now and not when they were kids either. I mean Robert and Andy were in 57/58 episodes in 1998 when they were 11/12 years old. That’s more episodes than the teens with stories now. Because we just don’t see families together anymore. We don’t see everyday life anymore. The kids just disappear. I mean Angel and Elliot for example haven’t been in more than 6 episodes a year since 2019. Yet Angelica is supposed to be maybe killed in a car crash next week?! I mean care slightly cause I care about Nicola and Jimmy and Angel once had a cute interaction with Robert but otherwise she’s just some random kid we’ve never seen. There's no time for them to be developed as characters with an actual sense of identity or a consistent dynamic with their family and peers. For example, they were building the Robert/Andy dynamic over the course of many years and it remained consistent and layered upon each new thing. These days something will happen like Arthur bullying Archie and then it'll just be dropped entirely and forgotten about (I know that was partially due to Covid but also it was never once mentioned again)

And then there’s the fact that most of this current crop of teens were cast as young children, aside from Marshall. I mean April is still pretty good but she also gets slightly more screen time so she’s slightly more developed as a character and actress. But the rest of these kids…I mean Amelia was great as a precocious child but struggles carrying a bigger dramatic story. Arthur was fine as a little kid saying the odd line or two but his line readings are bit more awkward now. I do think he would have been helped if they’d really tried to get a quality teen actor to play Marshall but Max Fletcher doesn’t really cut it. So it’s just awkward playing against awkward. I mean you’d think the twins who are twins in real life would have more on screen sibling chemistry but…not really. Of course Heath also barely exists as a character so it’s not like they have much to work with.

The other thing I feel like hurts them is that I feel like the previous teen groups were a lot more independent. I do think that could still happen with the Arthur/Marshall/April/Cathy/Heath/Sometimes Elliot group because they're still a bit younger and the Amelia/Samson/Noah group is a bit more independent because they're older. But I feel like Aaron/Adam/Vic/Holly/Daz/Scarlett etc were just running around on their own a lot, in part because their family situations weren't always the best. I mean Vic was being looked after by Andy a lot of the time and Aaron obviously had all his Chas issues and then just had Paddy who was more friend than parent a lot of the time. Adam/Holly/Hannah had a more stable home life but Adam had already left school and was working on the farm. Holly had her art classes at college. Vic and Amy worked at the B&B. Aaron worked at the garage. I feel like we just saw them on their own a lot more doing more grown up things or more independent things without having parents constantly tracking them down and fussing over them. Of course it's important for them to have family dynamics too but it's also important for them to build relationships with each other independently and I feel like that's lacking a bit, also due to the extreme lack of screen time.

So yeah, lack of screen time, lack of every day life to develop the family units and sibling dynamics, actors who were cast very young with no idea if they'd be able to carry bigger stories now and reluctance to recast, writers that feel out of touch with today's teens and then you know the general terribleness of the overall direction of the show right now. It's sad because with so many kids who have grown up in the village entering their teens right now, there could be a lot of good content for them but they really don't do enough with them.

[oliviahallwriting]

Chapter 11

The party took place far enough away from the campus proper to avoid what had become claustrophobic. Tom couldn’t avoid remembering the errands he’d been putting off when looking at any student-services building, or, when he passed any of dozens of lecture halls, of the unfinished assignments due that evening. At least he had no more lab-sciences classes; he could totally avoid the chemistry department.

He looked at Laura, walking down the sidewalk in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he was thankful for her presence; without her he wouldn’t have come. He’d have had fewer clues and more stress, but God, at least he could lie down. The consistent six-hour-at-most nights hadn’t been kind to him, even as they’d been absent of the spiraling that had characterized the days after he’d received the message and before he’d met his friends. 

He liked that Jun was there, too, despite the lingering air of animosity, and that he was sulking several paces behind him. Tom had the impression that his boyfriend had only followed Laura out of her house because he was curious.

They approached the, for lack of a better term, party house. It looked decent, too, with a couple floors and a sustainable native-plant garden.

The house would’ve looked even more decent if it weren’t crowded with college students in various states of drunkenness. One of them, who looked kind of like his sister, ran to a succulent and vomited into it. Many of the partiers recognized Laura and nodded to her. A few knew her by name.

“I thought you didn’t have a lot of friends,” Tom said to Laura. 

She shrugged. “I’ve say next to a few of them in class. And a few I know from bowling.”

“Bowling?”

“Yeah, I go to local tournaments. Figured out that I had a pretty good aim in high school. Dad wanted me to go into softball, or maybe lacrosse.” She paused to set the lemonades on a table next to a bottle of vodka and a cooler of sodas. “But the team-sports angle wasn’t for me. Still isn’t. So, bowling.”

Tom nodded and grabbed one of the lemonades. It was sweet, dangerous. Probably a result of some chemical interaction with the sugars and the alcohol. One of those unit equations he’d never really gotten the hang of.

“I thought the crowd would be different,” he said, as someone a few paces away tripped over a can of beer in the front yard. “Nerds and shit.”

“You have to do something when you aren’t studying,” Laura replied. “No easy majors in STEM.”

I’m grabbing a drink,” Jun said, with a huff. “A different one. Catch you later.” He wandered somewhere else in the yard.

“Oh,” Laura said, after Jun had left their view. “Did I offend him?”

“Huh? Oh, I don’t know. I think he’s still butthurt that I didn’t tell him who we’re meeting.”

Tom wandered to the street in front of the house. A cul-de-sac, more like. Twenty or so students— well, twenty-somethings—watched a cornhole game someone had set up on the street, with pitch lines drawn in sidewalk chalk. Two players on each side stood next to two sloping boards, each with a central hole, and lobbed bean bags towards the other team. The two pairs seemed evenly-matched, and were pretty good, in that they at least were able to hit the other side’s board, if not its central target. The boards had to be at least a few dozen feet apart.

Laura looked nonplussed, either from Tom’s reply, or from the game, or both. “What’s his major again?”

“Comms, with a photography minor or specialization or something. Mostly comms.”

Laura frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. When the cornhole players ended their game, she gestured to the boards.

Tom shrugged. The worst that could happen was that they’d lose horribly, and in an embarrassing fashion, but the prospect didn’t bother him much. The opposite, refreshingly; he felt relaxed and a little excited. Quite a few people were watching them as he and Laura faced their opponents.

He missed the first throw by several feet.

“Think about the trajectory as you throw,” Laura told him, before lobbing her own bean bag. It soared onto the board and skidded close to the hole, pulling a few cheers from the crowd. “Like that, so the bag goes where your arm leads.”

Tom shrugged off a pang of broken pride and tried to follow her direction. His next few shots were better: they still missed the board, but by inches instead of feet. Laura hit the board every time, and landed a few in the hole, often taking another of their bags with it. They ended up winning, no thanks to him, who scored five of their twenty-one.

Most of the spectators had cleared after their game; apparently no one wanted to play after Laura’s strong showing. Going inside to find Kiyana would suck, Tom thought briefly. The breeze and currently-tolerable, even pleasant, background noise were no doubt relegated to the cul-de-sac.

Their two opponents had stuck around. One of them, a blond dude with blue eyes and an angular face, and old enough to be a master’s student, approached them next to the cornhole boards. He acknowledged Tom with a nod before facing Laura.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said. “My friend wants to ask you out.” 

He gestured to his teammate, who raised his head hopefully.

“Tell him I’m a lesbian,” Laura said. “That goes for you, too, but honestly, you’re too old for me anyway.”

“I have a girlfriend,” the blond dude replied, “but I get the hint.” The guy he’d wingmanned for looked dejected, obviously understanding the reply through the noise, and quickly strode away from the cornhole boards. Tom winced; it wasn’t like he was ugly, and Laura’s terse reply hadn’t given much room for recovery.

The blond guy, however, rebounded immediately. It wasn’t like he’d asked Laura out for himself, after all.

“You want to do shots, at least?” he asked, looking hopeful. 

Laura shook her head.

“All right. Have a nice time, I guess,” he said, rejoining his friend at the vodka table.

Tom followed his movements and noticed how the guy, without missing a beat, shouted towards the others around him if they, too, wanted to join him for shots. 

He was, as Tom’s grandma would say, a class act.

Tom took another drink of spiked lemonade. He’d finished the first one; this one was strawberry.

“So you’re a lesbian?” he asked.

“No,” Laura replied. “I wanted an easy out.”

“Why? He was okay.”

“Tom, would you sleep with someone who didn’t ask me out himself?” Laura said frankly.

“Maybe he just wanted a date.”

Laura rolled her eyes, which, for her, was unusually expressive. “Answer the question.”

Tom took another drink and tried. He pondered the question, really did, but it was more slippery than a trolley problem and harder to take seriously. Maybe it was the alcohol.

He answered with a shrug, and then something odd happened: a strange laugh emerged from him, unbidden. It sounded odd and mean-spirited.

“Huh,” Laura said. “Are you okay?”

After Tom didn’t answer for a few seconds, she examined the label on Tom’s lemonade.

“Yeah,” he said, eventually. “God, I don’t get people.”

“Oh, I understand,” Laura said. She looked at him, a curious spark in her eyes. “They told me it was Asperger’s.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Laura kept her gaze on him. It took a moment for Tom to realize that she was waiting for him to answer. He shook his head.

“No, uh, ace.” And then he hesitated, feeling a sudden self-consciousness. “If you know what that means.”

Laura nodded, and then scrunched her eyes a little in confusion. “I thought he was your boyfriend,” she said. “Jun. Though I could’ve been reading that incorrectly.”

“No, he is.”

“Oh.” She furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully, but Tom didn’t elaborate. She had the grace to not press further.

“Weren’t we going to find Kiyana?” Tom asked, before she could change her mind. He didn’t really want to look for her. He was having more fun than he’d expected, at least since the lemonades had kicked in, and the outside air was fresh and cool against his sweat-damp back. But this was his first chance to get Kiyana to confirm or deny that the email message meant, well, anything at all.

“You want me to do the talking?” Laura asked.

“Not really. You scared off Doctor whats-his-name’s wife,” Tom replied, and followed her into the house, which was as chaotic and loud as he’d expected. “So maybe let me talk to her.”

They met one of the hosts, who was the president of one of the clubs; there was too much to process to care about that kind of detail.

“Is Kiyana here?” Laura bluntly asked the host. “She’s in the Chem club.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s upstairs, but make sure you knock first,” the host said, with a leer. “You never know.”

The stairs were steeper than they looked; Tom stumbled on one of them and grabbed the railing. Laura stopped him in front of the only closed door.

“What are you asking her? You wanted to make sure she wasn’t scared off.”

“What?” It was too warm to focus. Tom felt a bead of sweat drip from his armpit.

“Tom! You only had, what, two lemonades? What’s our plan?”

“Oh, uh, we show her the email and ask for her opinion,” Tom said. “And hope for the best.”

“That’s the best we can do? We’re barging in on her in the middle of a party,” Laura said.

“Yeah, I guess,” Tom replied, and opened the door.

Jun was inside, along with several women, who sat on a bed and in a huddle on the floor. He was muttering something to one of them, who looked alarmed.

“Did you see who it was?”

“Yeah,” Jun said. “But it might’ve been a false alarm. I mean, I watched him take a shot immediately afterwards, and he seemed fine. And he got a few compliments, saying it was sweeter.”

“He said it was sugar?” the student talking to Jun replied.

“Yeah, and it was a white powder, so it probably tracks. I didn’t raise much of a fuss, but I don’t know.”

Jun noticed that the door was open, and tracked the movement to Tom. He looked grim. Tom shifted his gaze to the rest of the people in the room, who also looked solemn. The source had to be Kiyana, who currently had her back to him. An athletic-looking woman was patting her shoulder, and, after a moment, Tom recognized her from Kiyana’s social media feed. Jennifer was her name, he remembered, a little proudly, despite the morbid atmosphere.

“Thanks for letting me know,” the student said. “I’ll replace it right away. It’s probably nothing, but you can’t be too safe.”

The student talking to Jun stood up and startled a little when she saw that strangers had apparently overheard her conversation. She apologized and quickly left the room.

“Shit,” Tom said, too loudly. Many of the women turned towards him, and a few gave him glares. “Sorry to, um, interrupt.”

“Great timing,” Jun said sardonically. 

“Can we speak to Kiyana? It’s important,” Laura said.

“She’s obviously busy at the moment,” one of Kiyana’s friends said. “So no.”

Jun turned and mumbled something to the person who spoke. She gave a sigh and stood up before gesturing to the others in the huddle and on the bed to leave. Tom and Laura replaced two of them on the floor, and, in a moment, it was just them, Jun, Jennifer, and Kiyana in the room. Now Tom could see, clearly, that Kiyana had been crying; the streaks were obvious, despite how she moved to wipe them with her sleeve.

Kiyana signed something to Jennifer, who looked concerned, but then left the room. A little surprising; Tom hadn’t realized Jennifer was deaf. It hadn’t come across in any of the social media posts, at any rate.

Kiyana gazed at her girlfriend as she left, and then glanced at the door, as though she would make a run for it. After a moment, she finally acknowledged the two who’d arrived.

“I know you,” she said, looking at Tom.

“Yeah, you were my T.A. last quarter. Dr. Rose’s office hour, if you remember.”

She started to tear up again. Jun glared at him.

“Come on, man,” he said.

Tom pressed on. “Do you, uh, do you know if anything happened to her?”

“I, she…she said she quit,” Kiyana said, haltingly. “She sent a memo to the faculty.”

“Yeah, sure,” Tom replied. “But I also got this message.” He pulled up the screenshot on his phone. “It says ‘find aid’, which I thought was you, so, uh, let me know if you know what this could be.”

Kiyana read the message so quickly Tom didn’t know how she absorbed any of it. Now, instead of looking sad, she looked anxious.

“There’s no way this is for me,” she muttered. “She should know that I can’t get involved.” And then she looked at Tom. “Why did you get this?”

Jun patted her shoulder and scanned the phone’s message as well. Before Tom could reply,he piped up. “This can’t be that important,” he said. “She’s going through it. Can’t you see that?”

“But Dr. Rose is my grandmother,” Tom replied.

There was a long pause before Kiyana seemed to fully process the statement.

“Oh, shit,” she said.

“And the last time I saw her, she, um, she kind of tackled me to try to get rid of the message.”

“What?” Jun interrupted.

“She tackled you?” Kiyana asked, horror dawning on her face. “Wasn’t she eighty or somethin’?”

“Seventy-eight,” Tom replied. “And she’s fine, don’t worry. And I was fine, too, not that you asked. Startled, but, you know.”

“I don’t,” Jun said. “What the hell is going on? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It seemed like a personal problem,” Tom said. “I don’t know. Guess I thought I could handle it on my own or something like that.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Tom saw Laura and Kiyana share a look.

“Or you didn’t care,” Jun said. “How long has this been going on?”

Tom didn’t answer. Jun turned to Laura.

“End of fall term,” she said. “So, give or take nine weeks.”

“Oh, so your grandmother clearly needed help for nine weeks before you did anything that could help?” Jun asked. “Let me guess. You were freaking out or something the whole time, until Laura could come and show you what to do?”

“Hey, now,” Laura said. “Everyone can use some help sometimes.”

“Then he should’ve asked for it, instead of being such a…such a damsel,” Jun said. “At some point you have to do something. I’m sure he was torturing himself while his grandma was going senile.”

Tom sat there on the floor, unmoving. What was he supposed to say?

“Gentlemen,” Kiyana said, “Now isn’t the time—”

“No?” Jun asked. “Someone has to tell him to get out of his head when it counts.”

“I have an explanation,” Kiyana interrupted, which stopped the discussion in its tracks. 

Tom couldn’t say that he missed it. 

“The ‘syllabus’ part of the message, at least. I know what that means.”

Tom looked up. It seemed, to him, that the world was vibrating a little.

“There’s only one syllabus that’s suspicious at all—the one from my Masters’ program. Dr. Rose was my professor, but she’d been absent for one unit in the summer, so we had a few guest lecturers. The syllabus for that week had been blank. I think it said “to be determined” for a few days, but they changed it to the “R.A.I.N” unit partway through. It works as an acronym, science terminology. But whatever; I didn’t think much of it at the time.”

Jun made a little noise of acknowledgement but kept glaring across the room. Tom hadn’t thought his boyfriend was the type to hold a grudge, but, apparently, he’d been holding this in for a while.

And then Tom realized that he’d heard “rain” before, in a non-meteorological context, but couldn’t quite remember where.

“And like, the experiments during that unit were strange,” Kiyana said. “We had to synthesize different compounds that enable subconscious suggestions. Trances and God-knows-what.”

“How bizarre,” Laura said. “I haven’t heard of anything like that being a subject in chem labs. I’d actually thought that hypnosis was more pseudoscience than anything.”

“Oh, I agree,” Kiyana said. “And a lot of others did, too. The professors made an alternate assignment, but it was way tougher, and unpleasant. Difficult procedures and the smell, my God! No doubt they all reeked like cat piss. So I said ‘whatever, I’ll do the stupid hypnosis one.’ Anyway, that was a summer program thing. I did well on it, and then it was dropped from the course. Didn’t even show up on the final. I got curious, actually, and looked around; it hasn’t been a thing in any of this quarter’s classes, either.”

“And then, a few weeks after your class on goddamn hypnosis, my grandma quits,” Tom said. “And now she’s acting strange. So I have to say, if you or your fuckin’ concoction drugged her, then I guess Jun can cheer up, ‘cuz I’ll be nothing but direct action.”

At least that brought a smile to his boyfriend’s face, despite that it was a threat.

“I don’t know what you think you’re trying with me,” Kiyana said, “But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t drug her, so maybe take your libel somewhere else.”

“Slander,” Jun said, under his breath. “It’s spoken.”

Laura spoke up. “So, assuming his grandmother’s drugged, it might’ve been one of the guest professors, or someone who hired them.”

Tom winced, but nodded. It made sense.

“It also seems to me,” Laura continued, “that both you and Dr. Rose felt bad and weird about this whole lab thing, if she copped out of actually teaching it, and you’ve been quiet on your socials. You didn’t happen to sign an NDA? I guess maybe you shouldn’t say if you had.”

“Oh, I did,” Kiyana said. “Please don’t sue me.”

“We won’t spread the info, don’t worry,” Jun said. “Unless, actually, I don’t know. Should we?”

“No!” Kiyana yelped, then apologized. “Keep this tight. I can’t, um, just don’t let anyone know I told you all of this. I barely leave my apartment as it is,” she said, and then looked away, abashed.

“Sorry to hear,” Tom said. He remembered her social media posts, but whatever Kiyana was going through seemed a bit too severe and a bit too personal for him to interrogate. He barely knew her, after all.

“This party’s the first time I’ve talked to people outside of class for a while,” Kiyana said. “Except for Jen, bless her. I’ll have to retake this quarter when it all blows over.”

There was another pause in the conversation.

“Wait a minute,” Jun said. “Are you telling us that, what, random professors asked students to make obviously sketchy compounds that can make people follow commands?”

“Well, they make people listen for the right induction pitch, but yeah.”

“And that we really shouldn’t make these available to companies, for example? And the police?”

Kiyana nodded.

“Do you…” Jun started, and then tried again. “Do you think it’s too late?”

At that, Kiyana shook her head firmly. “They’d want to keep it secret so the FDA doesn’t ban it, and that’s only after more testing. I’d guess a year at least from when we’d had that unit, though I do think, looking back, that we’d ended up testing some pretty successful compounds.” Someone knocked on the door.

“Kiyana, we’re doing shots,” the girl behind the door said. She sounded like the one who’d left the room earlier. “You in?”

“Yeah, coming,” Kiyana replied. “I gave Jun my number before you two showed up, if you need me.”

She put on a smile and walked out the door.

[calliecreates06]

The world needs to have a procedurally generated open world adventure game. Have it take place in space, and each planet that you go to has like, a couple dungeons, a couple exclusive items that interact with the physics/chemistry systems in unique ways, or even ways to upgrade your ship. Then, just make sure that the player unlocks multiple planets each time their flight range extends (bigger tank) with different difficulty levels, only a few that scale with the player. That way, you could unlock easier planets for grinding basic materials, go onto more hostile planets (that would probably cause like- several deaths.) For significant upgrades, and on-level planets for story progression.

Other Ideas include:

Having the story planets be only the most hospitable ones, so they could have villages, rocket fuel stations, and hideouts for the baddies. (The same as normal planet dungeons, but taking place in a high-tech indoor facility rather than say, a jungle full of snake-trees or a cave full of living gasses. These would progress the story)

Dealing with the baddie could include several sections that include escaping by having Star-Fox style escape/attacking missions that would dictate the rest of that planet's difficulty or layout after. (Being killed would obviously just kill you, but like- escaping and not destroying the baddies would make the world more hostile and have more high-tech, smaller areas to explore.)

The worlds on ground level would have a system of exploration much more like a 3rd person shooter, but with your various gadgets and suit pieces. (Things that can either be found in story dungeons, or crafted from items in natural dungeons)

While the world, in theory, would be infinitely open from the start, certain items to make exploration TRULY accessible (alien translators, quark drives, items needed for completing dungeons or exploring more parts of the map on a given planet) would come from story dungeons, greatly incentivizing going and completing them BEFORE going out and exploring the open world.

Depending on the world, certain societies could have tech that isn't compatible, forcing you to choose between staying with one societies tech for all of your gear, or trying to make do with using two different types of gear at the same time, with little to no sense of connectivity. (Basically, set bonuses for using tech from the same galaxy or something.)

Class and race would be important and irreversible parts of character creation. (Well, race could be changed like, super far along with enough advanced tech and medical science on whatever planet you try to do it on) Perhaps your character is a rogue and has been exploring multiple galaxies and has a proficiency in using multiple types of gear that wouldn't normally be compatible without much issue due to years of diverse experiences. Maybe you're a technician who can learn from other galaxies tech and adapt it to work with your tech. Maybe you're a chemist who actually finds ways of avoiding the use of tech altogether by creating unique compounds or medicines. (Of course, armor would still be a need, but you get the idea).

And finally, your reward for completing the full story? THE MULTIVERSE. (Your friend's save files.) The story begins with our hero stealing a device that allows for contact between dimensions (in game chat), but no true gateway. The only way to make a gateway, is for both parties to open a portal to each other at the same time. The big bads have a gateway built and plan on using it to *forcefully* get into another universe and take it over. (In like a boring, capitalist way that still causes death) the same way they have with many of the planets in the universe your save file takes place in(they come, they destroy, they profit, they leave). You need to steal this gateway to foil their plans and eventually, destroy their company as a whole. Unlocking online multiplayer and completing the main story, respectively. (Planets you travel to will still have dungeons dedicated to these guys, but they are just good for dropping things that are on-brand for them and can be used to upgrade or repair your tech. Universally.)

[ob-levi-on]

characters: current day! giyu tomioka x female reader, with interactions of other significant demon slayer characters (note: since this is a college au, all characters are aged up for this fic)

content warnings (minors DNI!):

mentions of depression, along with angst/minor trauma

mentions of drinking/drug usage

oral (male and female receiving), missionary, cream pie <3

word count: 3.478 (3,478)

author's note: happy birthday to our husband, giyu tomioka <3 i wrote this in celebration of his birthday! feedback/reblogs are greatly appreciated, and if you want, talk to me/send a request OR! join my taglist <3 love you all sm!

“so you heard about tomioka then?”

the mere mention of the name gave you goosebumps.  your heartbeat changed its pace, as to pump more oxygen into your body.  because the name alone nearly took your breath away, and caused your brain to scatter through hundreds of memories.

nezuko noticed your silence, and bit her lip.  “sorry, i tend to forget–”

“it’s fine,” you say, wanting to talk about something else.  “where’s zenitsu?”

nezuko noticed your behavior, but didn’t question it further.  rather, at the mention of her boyfriend, she rolled her eyes.  “he’s probably still stuffing down his lunch before class.”

that thought cheered you up, truly.  zenitsu was the class clown of your friend group, so nezuko’s comment didn’t surprise you.

“we can go to class without him,”  nezuko huffs, already walking away.

college was hard enough as it is, but your friends made it a lot better.  it was a small group of people, consisting of nezuko, zenitsu, inosuke, tanjiro, and you.

for now, nezuko, zenitsu, and you had advanced chemistry together.  as you and nezuko entered the lecture classroom, the two of you headed in the area where the three of you usually sat.

the two of you set your things down, but flinch as you hear a familiar voice.  “nezuko kamado!”

like lightning, the man is already behind you two, a face full of fury.  “shh!” nezuko reprimands, yanking on his arm.

“why didn’t you wait for me?” he frowns, immediately pulling her into his embrace.

nezuko blushes, trying to push her partner away, but zenitsu is strong.  “you took too long!”

“so?” zenitsu exclaims, and nezuko shushes him again.

you watch in awe as the couple bicker with each other, knowing deep down that they were made for each other.  your heart swelled with fondness for them, but it suddenly ached.

it was pathetic, really.  how could you be in love with a man who hasn’t spoken to you in years?

“y/n, did you by chance do the homework?” zenitsu’s words bring you back from your own thoughts.

you clear your throat, pulling your notebook and handing it over without any hesitation.  you hear nezuko scold her partner, before submitting to your own thoughts again.

it’s not like you wanted to.  but this is usually how everyday was.  you’d interact with everyone like any normal person would, before falling into the abyss of heartbreaking melancholy.  and you knew why.  your body missed its other half.

your current best friend knew.  nezuko knew how the absence of tomioka affected you, even years after.  she was essentially your rock, supporting you through what tomioka never would.  but sometimes, the current events regarding tomioka permeated your friends’ mind.

tomioka was known by the whole town at this point.  due to the tragic death of his parents and his sister, and the suicide of one of his best friends, tomioka had gone downhill.  just before the age 12, tomioka had begun to remedy his sorrows with booze–how he had access to such resources, you did not know.  and in the later years, he began taking medicines that aren’t sold in stores.

what nezuko heard this morning was that tomioka was released from jail.  around five years ago, tomioka drove under the influence and hit someone.  of course, he went to jail–originally a six month offense for the accident, while adding up his other charges.

but since then, he has been set free.

in the eyes of the public, tomioka was a bad, bad person.  the man had been drinking and doing drugs, causing disturbances, and ruining property for many years prior to the accident.

but you…you felt pity.  not only because you were in love with him since the very first day his eyes met yours, but because he had to suffer alone through everything alone.  you weren’t one to defend people’s actions, but for the most part, you knew that there was a reason people acted the way that they did.  tomioka was one of them.

tomioka had been your best friend before all of this.  a sweet boy, who was rather reserved, but never hesitated to be kind or civil.

but we all have limits.

after all that he went through, he closed himself off from the rest of the world.  he stopped showing up to school, and you never saw him again.

“y/n? the lecture is over…” you hear nezuko whisper to you.  you blink, suddenly returning to earth.  you look down and see that you wrote absolutely nothing for notes.  you sigh, and nezuko pats your back.

“it’s okay, zenitsu will give you his notes.  right, zenitsu?”

zenitsu chuckles, scratching the back of his head.  “you take notes for this class?”

***

“guess who’s retaking college algebra?”

“again?”  you and your friends exclaim, staring at inosuke in disbelief.

inosuke shrinks.  “when you guys react like that, it hurts my feelings…”

“this is like the 10th time…” zenitsu exaggerates, chewing on a muffin.

“now, now, zenitsu.  not everyone is good at math,” tanjiro defends.  inosuke finds himself sitting next to him.  “zenitsu, remember when you failed gym class almost every semester in high school?”

nezuko chokes on her drink, while you and inosuke begin to laugh.

“dweeb! how do you fail gym class?” inosuke’s laughter becomes a roar, and it infects tanjiro.  everyone, except zenitsu, is laughing.

“excuse me, we were talking about inosuke, why are we bullying me now?” zenitsu declares, a muffin flying in the air.  inosuke, who was the designated target, dodges.

zenitsu points at tanjiro.  “you’re not a good friend, bringing up my traumatic past like that.”

tanjiro rolls his eyes.  “what traumatic past?  you told me yourself that you skipped because you were too lazy.”

“and what about it?”

the bickering begins betweens the males.  nezuko and you watch, chuckling with whatever outrageous comment they made.

“zenitsu and i are going to a movie later.  want to come?”  nezuko asks you, voices quarreling in the background.

“so that i can third-wheel again?”  you say, a small smile on your lips.

“so that you’re not alone,” nezuko corrects, bumping shoulders with yours.

“no offense, nezu,” you start to say, “i think i’d rather be alone.”

“i wouldn’t want you interrupting our alone time either.”  zenitsu says, sticking out a tongue at you.  you scowl at your friend, and nezuko smacks his arm.

“c’mon guys.  it was a joke!”

***

“bye!” you mouthed to your friends after lunch, walking in the opposite direction that they were.  they waved at you, and you returned the wave, before turning around and heading home.

despite it being a friday, you decided to take it easy tonight.  you would probably get some dinner and study for a little–only to give up halfway through, and then watch a movie.

the convenience store near your apartment was open 24/7, so you just decided to get a boxed dinner there.  the walk there was peaceful, but that was probably because you plugged in your headphones and listened to your favorite songs.

you eventually arrive, entering the store and heading straight for what you needed.  you decide to grab the hot-n-ready food first since it’s closer, and then head over to the beverage section.

as you look over the different choices, the familiar ding! near the doors went off, meaning someone walked in.  your vision naturally headed in that direction to the see the source, before looking back at the beverages.

but you did a double take.

your body reacted within seconds.  your mind silenced all the sounds within the convenience store, the rapid pace of your heartbeat being the only thing you can hear.  you can feel your hands shaking, almost dropping the damn box.

you’d recognize that bed of hair anywhere.  it was probably a bit shorter–but it hadn’t changed, not one bit.

as you stood frozen in the aisle, your eyes followed the figure.  the man, too, went towards the hot-n-ready area, observing the limited selection of options.  the man squinted, lowering his head.

you honestly expected to look a lot worse.  but his face remained the same.  the man wore a black crewneck with gray sweatpants, and a dirty pair of sneakers.

your body wanted nothing more than to leave the store.  your mind kept replaying the reminiscence of your best friend, the pit in your stomach growing uneasy at the reminder of giyu’s absence.

but it was your heart that forced your body to stay, yearning for some sort of contact with him.

ask, and you shall receive.

tomioka turns in your direction, catching your eyes.  the man also freezes, his eyes flickering when recognizing your tearful ones.

the box from your hand suddenly falls.

***

“why did you leave me?”

you sat in your apartment now, arms crossed.  giyu stood behind the balcony doors, admiring the view.

after the box fell from your hands, giyu helped you clean it up, in addition to buying you a new meal.  the interaction was…awkward, with tomioka walking out of the store with you.  the both of you didn’t speak on the way to your apartment, due to the anger but conflicted feeling of love staying strong on your mind.

giyu thought you didn’t want to see him, but he thought the least he could do was walk you home.  after you looked at him upon entering the building, giyu followed.  because he, too, was aching for you to look at him again.

now, the two of you felt so close, but so far.  and it didn’t help that giyu didn’t look at you.

but you deserve an explanation.

“i…didn’t want to drag you to hell with me.” he states, finally turning towards you.  a truthful response from him, remembering the first without you breaking his heart.

you straighten your back, the answer warming your heart, but still upset.  “you were my best friend,” you say, looking down.  “i would’ve followed you anywhere.”

giyu half-smiles, looking down at the ground.

she deserves an explanation.

it is silent, and giyu tries to muster up the courage to speak. he eventually breaks the silence.

“i thought i was going to die that night,” he begins to say.  you look up, and turning your head in confusion.

“two bottles in.  i shouldn’t have been driving.  but i…i needed anything…anything to take the pain away.  that was the reason, everytime.  next thing you know…i hit something.”

he kept looking down.  “in that instant, my first thought was…you.”

you blink as tears begin to pool your eyes.  giyu clears his throat.  “part of me wanted to run away.  in reality, i could have.  that’s what i had been doing for the last ten years, so it wouldn’t have felt any different.  but i knew if i did that this time…then i would never see you again.

i knew i had to change.  for me, and for you.”

you sniffle, tears falling down your cheeks.

“so i called the ambulance, along with the police, and turned myself in.  got put in jail, rightly so.  i wasn’t safe for anyone, not even myself.  i learned that fact too late.

i did my time.  i suffered in the beginning, i won’t lie.  i had withdrawals nearly every night, for almost two months.  but at the same time, i was trying to get better.  i studied to get my high school diploma, at the very least.  and i tried not to pick fights with anyone…but you can’t really avoid that.

time passed.  everyday was a struggle, being in there alone.  i thought i was used to it, after everything i had been through…but when i wanted to get better, it just felt a lot longer.  i almost thought i couldn’t do it.

but then, you would come into my mind.  as much as it hurts to admit, i thought of you all the damn time.  there wasn’t a memory i didn’t remember, and it was bittersweet.  i was happy, but not being able to see you or hold you really fucking got to me.

you kept me going.  even if i hadn’t seen you in years.  i didn’t know if i was going to see you again.  but at least i knew that i had changed for the better…because of you.

i have a lot of regrets, y/n.  but my biggest regret…was leaving you behind.”

by this point, giyu was standing only inches away from you.

you are stunned by giyu’s confession.  you could not come up with any words.  with a face full of tears, you reach out towards him.

giyu holds your hand, and you pull him in.  you stand to hug him, embracing him tightly.  he accepts, holding you with the same amount of tightness.

you slowly pull away, resting your forehead against his.  the two of you are panting, lips being so close to each other that it made the both of you nervous.

“can you accept me again?”  giyu whispers, lips just slightly brushing over yours.  “i’ve done so much wrong with my life.”

“giyu…please,” you mumble, pecking his lips.  “show me your broken heart and all your scars…i’ll take you as you are.”

no more words needed to be said.  that yearning desire was being fulfilled, lips finding each other for the first time.  it was heavenly, something that took so long to happen, but the payoff is oh so rewarding.

you wrap your arms around his neck.  giyu’s hands land on your hips, trying to pull you closer.  the action warms your heart, and you can already feel his hard cock against his thigh.

the craving for giyu and giyu alone becomes more demanding, removing one of your hands from his neck to palm him.  giyu responds positively to it, hips naturally bucking to the pleasant sensation.

giyu suddenly holds your face with his hands as he kisses you passionately, the man being afraid to let you go.  you begin to walk backwards, not disconnecting with your lover.  you bump into the couch, the two of you chuckling into the kiss like children.

you nonetheless sit on the couch, being at eye level with giyu’s hips.  the print of his cock ached to be released, and you found yourself tugging the man’s sweatpants.  giyu was quite taken aback with the gesture, not expecting you to be so forward.

you mentally prepare yourself, seeing that his cock was a lot bigger than you imagined.  it was slightly longer than average, and girthy.  it was already leaking precum, just throbbing for any type of attention.  how could you refuse?

as soon as you wrap your lips around him, giyu feels a fulfilling euphoria that he never had before.  every movement you made was mesmerizing, from the flick of your tongue to the roaming of your delicate hands.

you treated him so nicely, making sure to deepthroat and massage him where your mouth couldn’t reach.  the man practically eye rolled with the slightest touch of yours, cumming deep down your throat within a matter of minutes.

you moan in satisfaction, realizing that you had been grinding on the couch the entire time.  giyu pants, coming down onto his knees to kiss you once again.

even though you were nearly out of breath, you crashed your lips onto his.  his coarse hands find themselves underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts with the softest touch.  it was enough to make your cunt clench in sweet agony.

giyu pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.  “i’m going to devour you now.  is that okay?”

your heart swells with the question, only being able to nod, drunk off of his touch.  the man proceeds to remove your bottoms, and giyu is satisfied at the sight of your soaked underwear.  he removes those too, though, and slightly spreads your legs.

the prettiest pussy he had ever seen.  he gives kisses to your thighs, unable to look away from your pulsating cunt.  the man made sure to suckle on your thighs a little for some sort of friction, and you sigh in pleasure.

giyu dives in, unable to hold off any longer.  the movement on his tongue manages to immediately hit all of the right spots, causing you to bite your lip.  you try to suppress your moans, but the mere sight of giyu devouring you is alluring all on its own.

“so pretty, so perfect,” he purrs, paying attention to your aching hole next.  he uses one of his hands to circulate your aroused clit, and your body lightly jumps at the action.  as his tongue continues to fuck you, his finger rubs your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

only several moments later, you stutter, “i’m g-gonna cum, giyu, i’m gonna c-cum…”

giyu pulls away briefly, rubbing your clit slightly faster due to the absence of his tongue.  “yeah, baby, be a good girl and cum on my mouth…”

the man dives back in, and he now aches for you to cum, ravaging your soaked and decadent folds.

in a matters of seconds, the fiery pit in your lower abdomen suddenly lights itself ablaze, your body shaking as your orgasm hits you.

giyu is only slightly content at this view.  as you come down from your high, he gives soft kitten licks to your throbbing clit, a small shock of sensitivity coursing through your lower half.

you pant, and giyu pulls himself away.  as you lay on the couch, you make eye contact with your other half.  your sight suddenly travels downwards, seeing that his cock was raging hard again.  curved against his left thigh, the cock twitches at the lewd sight of you.

“make love to me,”  you suddenly blurt out.

you didn’t have to tell giyu twice.  he reaffirms his love for you with a kiss, which you greatly accept.  at the same time, he carries your body to adjust it on the couch.

you naturally spread your legs, and giyu adjusts himself between them.  before he slips his cock in, the man rubs the head against your semi-aroused clit.  you whine, bucking your hips upwards and using your hands to bring giyu’s face back to you.

“do you love me?”  you ask.

giyu’s face softens.  “i’ve always loved you.”

this wasn’t fucking.  you knew what that was.  the men you had been with before would want it rough and fast, the intimacy being mistaken with mere desire.

but this, this was love.  upon entering you, his thrusts were slow and sensual.  but that didn’t mean that they weren’t powerful, though.  his cock managed to brush the sweetest spots and stretched you out so nicely.

his thrusts eventually get into a steady rhythm, and giyu lowers his head onto your collarbone.  he pecks and kisses and bruises the skin, leading back upwards to your face.  engulfed in a passionate kiss, you wrap your arms around him.  after a few moments, you naturally find the urge to scratch his back when his cock hits your inner core deliciously.

“you’re the only one i choose,” he grunts, moans escaping him.  he now practically whined, saying, “i want to make love to you forever, please, let me love you forever.”

a phrase so beautiful, but so arousing in this moment.  your stomach twists and turns in delight, another orgasm approaching you.

“cumming,” giyu suddenly gasps, his thrusts becoming sloppily but ever so desperate.  you clench around your partner, his thrusts being the cause.  the two of you finish within seconds of each other, with you being the first.

as the two of you lay in a drunken pool of love, giyu lays on top of you.  your hands go through his hair, your fingers rubbing his head in small circles.

giyu carefully removes himself, and your stomach drops.  your mind begins to race with thoughts and worries about him leaving again.  out of instinct, you grab his hand as he begins to walk away, an action that caught him off guard.

the scared look in your eye pained his heart.

“don’t worry,” he says.  with your hand still on him, giyu reaches for the blanket on the single couch near you.  giyu returns, holding the blanket in your direction.

you felt embarrassed with your assumption, realizing he just wanted a blanket for the two of you.

the man comes back down onto the couch, and the two of you adjust into a cuddling position, with you facing towards him.

as your head nuzzles in his chest, the man pecks your forehead, stating, “i’m not going anywhere.”

the ending to today would have never occurred to you.  nonetheless, you were thankful for it.  thankful because from now on, days would no longer be long and gruesome.

your other half was here now, and would stay by your side.  you felt as if some sort of weight was lifted off your shoulders, your body now at ease.

this is all you ever wanted.  in the same way, this is all you would ever need.

[venus-of-the-hrdsell]

“I don’t know what you see in him.”, is probably a line that many people say to Zatanna about her dating Constantine. Give us the lowdown on why they actually work well together.

This ask confuses me a little bit because Zatanna and John haven't been together in years, and has rather been an on and off dynamic DC has been pulling There's actually no explanation on how they started dating, but there's numerous references to them having a relationship on their earlier days. (One day I'll get into the mess that is the timeline because no writer has ever decided in what period that relationship took place)

But I mostly see that the chemistry relies on how different and yet how similar they are. Both are often afraid to let people into their lives due to what comes with getting involed with everything that has to do with magic. They are both seen to have numerous partners (though with Zee is less specific, since writers have rarely tried to develop her love interests), but there's always the underlying feeling that magic shenanigans will come to ruin things around them, reason for what they often feel of themselves as unworthy so many times

They are both also selfless they are to a degree. When it comes to Zee, this feature shows on how she's pressuring herself to do the right thing, to be a valuable member of the superhero community and to keep up to level left by the Zatara name. As a leader, she puts her hands on the fire for everyone else in order to save everyone. She feels like she needs to carry the world on her shoulders.

Now, I know "selfless" is a weird word to use with Constantine with the general public. Truth is that Constantine has saved the world numerous times. He doesn't have the obligation to do so, he just gets involved "because someone has to do it". Sure, I don't disagree that he hasn't got selfish moments, but it's something to think about how someone who has last lost so much keeps trying to save the world. His current cynicism seems to be a result for past hope.

While JLD vol. 1 (New52) made...choices on how to protray their dynamic (ex: to put them at each others' throats for some reason when they were in good terms in Post Crisis, hiring Peter Milligan's, the person who character assasinated Constantine in the last Hellblazer run, to write his initial characterisation on that book, etc, etc), I feel that anything from Rebirth and forward has tried to fix their interactions in a way.

It shows that John rathers leave leadership to Zatanna, he recognises her capacity as a magician and Zatanna relies on John in decisions' she isn't able to do. I feel like that's a great compliment between each other.

I would love to see them dating on page, because as for now they've been in a constant "will they, won't they?" For years. I do not think of them of them as a endgame couple though, due to the reasons stated in earlier paragraphs. None of them seem as the type to settle down and I can see them staying at friends after that.

Note: I absolutely despise the conception of some JohnZee shippers have (and even JohnZee antis) of John somehow needing to be fixed by Zatanna (which is ooc, misogynistic and ableist in many degrees). I'm leaving this heads up because a lot of people really misunderstand the reasoning behind the ship.

I hope I could explain it well enough, I don't often write meta on relationships so excuse me if I get a bit carried away.