#professor mendoza

[cartoonfangirl1218]

A Friendly Interrogation

Note: Originally this was going to be an Estenaomi since I do so few of those but it just didn’t fit the mood of the piece so I won’t with a very old ship that was mentioned in the beginning of EOA fandom days. Esteban and Prof. Mendoza. probably stemming with how easily Prof. Mendoza dispatched Esteban’s foibles with aplumb in Finders Leapers. 

“I’m just saying, I should get to interrogate her too! I’m one of your best friends. I’m the one who said she’d be perfect for you!”

Esteban rubbed his temples in annoyance at his companion’s insistence that she talk to Zelia about their new relationship. Honestly, Dona Paloma was like a dog with a bone on the subject of his romantic life. First, trying to set him up, now this. And how the hell did they went from tariffs to this topic anyway?

“My family has already met her over dinner and like her, and you didn’t set us up. We’ve known each other for years before you even suggested I go out with her.”

“But I’m the one who said you should date her. I set you up, I expect full credit at your future wedding. Can I plan it?”

Esteban facepalmed, groaning, “No, I’m not putting my wedding in your hands. And you don’t get credit for anything. My relationship with Zelia progressed without any interference from you.” 

“I just want to see how happy she is with you and if she deserves you,” Dona protested, swiping the hand that was still stuck to Esteban’s face. 

“She is enough for me.” Esteban snapped meaningfully at the insuination of Zelia’s character, “She is more than enough. It’s not a matter of whether she deserves me.” 

“Please, Esteban. It’s not fair. I’m practically your family. I’ve seen you at your worst. I don’t want you to be hurt again.

Esteban almost did a double-take at that comment. Dona never made any mention that she cared about his emotional well-being. Well not in such direct words. He would make a jab tthat she was getting soft about him but addressing their relationship or vulnerabilities was not their style.

“You haven’t seen me at my worst.” Arguing and contradicting each other was much more their style. 

“Uhhh the panic attacks. The multiple panic attacks. The time Shuriki found out you stopped her mercenaries from quashing a rebellion. The time when we failed to-” Dona began to list.

“Okay, fine,” Esteban sighed, conceding her point.

“I wasn’t agreeing to letting you check out Zelia,” Esteban corrected before Dona could start doing her ridiculous victory shimmy dance. 

“Too bad. I already set it up. I’m meeting her for lunch,” Dona smirked, snapping her fan open with a flutter. 

“What!” Esteban knocked his chair over in his suddenness and fell to the floor. Dona didn’t even have the decency to hide her laughter, “I knew you were going to be stubborn so I set it up anyway.” 

“But, you, her what are you going to say?” Esteban babbled frantically, already envisioning all the rude questions and embarassing stories coming out of the former Magister’s indiscreet, gossipy mouth. 

“Don’t look so horrified. I want you to be together. It’s only going to be half an hour. Just enough time to find out what I want to know. And tell her some things she should know about you.” Dona opened the door to exit Esteban’s office. 

“But. . . but. .”

“You know, good things. All good things in the best of light,” Dona winked. 

He was so fucked. 

Which is why, hours later, he was waiting outside of Dona Paloma’s emporium as Zelia Mendoza walked up from the palace. 

“Esteban what are you doing here?” Zelia asked in surprise. 

“Don’t listen to anything she says!” Esteban blurted, “You know how she loves to embarrass me and cause drama. So-so don’t take any of her questions seriously. And the stories are lies!” 

Zelia looked at Esteban’s flushed face for a moment and said slowly as to not agitate him further, “But if she likes embarrassing you, wouldn’t the stories be based on truth?”

“Yes, but they’d be so exaggerated that they’re lies. You don’t really have to have lunch with her. She’s not important. My family already loves you. I love you.” 

Zelia took Esteban’s hands in her own, smiling a bit at Esteban’s increasing hysteria. She found it amusing the more she spent time with him. “Esteban, it’s just a short lunch. Nothing she can say or do will alter how much I love you. It’ll be fine.”

Esteban inhaled deeply, some of the anxiety he felt drifting, “I just don’t want you to be. .” he searched for the word, “Offended. She wants to check you, see if you “deserve” me. But I don’t think that. I feel lucky to have you.” Zelia smiled fondly at her boyfriend. So eager to make her feel good and safe with him. So different from the distant and pompous chancellor she knew him as back when Shuriki was in charge and they had to work in secret to protect valuable artifacts from falling into her hands.

“I feel lucky to have you,” Zelia kissed him, “Now I’m going to go. This lunch will be fine. We’ve fought malvagos and deceitful queens and other awful people. I think I can handle a little lunch interrogation by your friend.”

“Can’t say she’ll remain my friend,” Esteban grumbled as Zelia walked inside. 

“Come in, come in!” Dona Paloma grandiosly swept Zelia past the rows of merchandise into her office where a tea tray was set up on her desk. 

Zelia took a seat on a plush wing-backed chair as Dona took hers at her desk, the sun shining brightly from the window behind Dona’s silhouette, causing the archeologist to squint.

“Sorry, we’re doing this so informally in my office but I have a meeting coming up. Maybe next time we can eat at a cafe. Perhaps La Vida Dulce. Has Esteban’s abuela shown you there?” 

Well that was quick. 

“Yes, yes, she has. Esteban and I sometimes bake chocolate there with the rest of the family,” Zelia replied, pouring herself a cup of chamomile. 

“Hmmm, that’s good. And how are Esteban’s cousins, do they like you? I hear how tough it is when the family doesn’t approve of you.” Dona raised a single questioning eyebrow, her eyes intently looking at her as if searching her face for a sign of weakness. 

Zelia bit the inside of her cheek at the laughably unsubtle questioning and managed a polite sip. No wonder the two clashed so much, they were too alike in their dramatics. 

“I-I think they approve of me. They’re so sweet. So energetic and full of life which is a bit of an understatement with Elena. But I understand why Esteban’s so close.” 

Dona nodded, “Good answer.” 

Zelia choked down a reply of how many points does she need to pass the test but instead took another sip and a bite of the tapas. Thank dios, there was tea. It was the only she was going to be able to remain looking serious through this.

“And how about your extended family? Have they’ve visited since you and Esteban announced your relationship? What do you do together with Esteban?” 

So so unsubtle. 

“My parents invited him to one of their lectures and dinners. Well sort of a potluck, everyone brought a dish and my mother loves to share off her famous pear and pomegranate shrub. They really liked Esteban. My father “interrogated” him about our future and all that.”

Zelia answered about to continue on how Esteban ventured to try to learn some more about her parents’ research and talk about their theses when Dona interrupted. 

“And Esteban had your mother’s famous pear and pomegranate shrub?” 

“No, no, no. He’s allergic to pomegranates.” Zelia shook her head, she was about to say that instead Esteban had some of the kebabs she made even though she had accidentally burnt the edges. Cooking was not her speciality but he was so sweet, eating it whole without complaint of its crispiness. 

“Ah, so you know about his allergies. Very good, he’s opening to you. You know how he likes to act like he’s invincible.” Dona paused and then looked at her intently as if realizing Zelia might not have known this privy information, “You do know that right?”

Zelia snorted but manahed to cough instead of letting the laugh slip out, “I think anyone who has ever met Esteban knows that.” 

Dona smiled genuinely for the first time since the beginning of this lunch, “He’s very. .” 

“Layered.” Zelia supplied. 

“I was going to say foolish at times to make up for his incompetencies, but layered is a much nicer way to put it. Good thing you’re the one dating him and not me,” Dona laughed.

Zelia nodded emphatically, from what she’d seen of their fights and the stories of Esteban, she was pretty sure they’d kill each other before the year was up. 

“Even though he’s a complicated an, Esteban is such a good catch. Handsome, somewhat mature, has a wonderful family, the title, the riches. . “ 

“Yes, but that’s not what really attracted me to him when I first met him,” Zelia admitted wistfully and with a bit of surprise at herself for falling for an obvious test question. It had come out so naturally/ 

Because it was true. 

The intense look in Dona’s eyes was back again as she indiscreetly leaned closer, “What did?” 

Zelia couldn’t help the unconscious smile that spread across her face as she wracked her brain for the exact words she was looking for. 

“I’I’ve been on my own most of my life. My romantic life was a desert to say the least. But Esteban. . . even though we butted heads and avoided each other at first, I’ve come to know his nobleness, his passion. He cares about people. He sees nuances in life and. . he knows what it’s like to have your life consumed by work, to feel your job defines you and you can’t be much more. Yet you want to be so much more. He encourages me to do what I want outside of work. I love that. I love how he makes me feel like life can be fun and exciting and hard and we can survive it with each other. . I just, there’s so many things. It’s his character. I love him.” 

“And he truly loves you too, Dona said softly, “You fit well. You know each other well.” 

A sly smie swept across her face as she leaned over conspiratorially, “I bet you know about Margarita.” 

“His mother, yes?" Zelia edged slowly, starting to suspect that the embarrassing stories that Esteban warned her about were going to be revealed.

“And you know how much he loves her and misses her. Well one night, after a few too many brandies, Esteban decided on the perfect way to honor her.” 

20 minutes later, Zelia left the store with a wave and almost walked right into Esteban who was pacing nervously outside. “How was it? What did she say? I love you more than anything.” 

“I told you, it was fine. She approves of me. We’re going shopping next week.” 

Esteban looked at her with a face of abject horror, “Ar-Are you friends now?” 

Zelia was almost tempted to say yes just to see his reaction but decided not push it, “No, I don’t know if we have enough in common to be best friends or anything. But we’re going to hang out. She’s going to get me discounts at the arboretum.” 

Esteban’s face visibly relaxed, “That’s it. She didn’t tell you anything? No stories?”

“Well. . .” 

Esteban groaned, slumping against the store’s door.

“I didn’t think they were that embarrassing. I thought it was sweet you wanted to honor your mom with a tattoo. It was the artist’s fault for thinking it was the drink and not the name.” 

“Ughh why?” 

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[seungkw1]

office hours — bsk

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: college au, nonidol!au ♡ wc: ~6.2k ♡ warnings: swearing, smut, reader is gender neutral but wears a skirt, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, petnames (f. receiving - baby), fluff at the end if you squint ♡ a/n: this whole thing is a highly self-indulgent fic so if reader is down horrendous for bsk… u know why

‧₊˚✩彡 moodboard by @myhimbomingi ‧₊˚✩彡

You fucking hate Tuesdays. 

There’s nothing actually wrong with your Tuesday schedule - on the contrary it’s probably the best day of the week in terms of lectures and extracurriculars. Your first class of the day, Developmental Psychology, doesn’t start til 11am, so you get to sleep in - always a win in your book. Afterwards you have an hour and a half break, usually spent by eating lunch in the student center and then a visit to the campus library to get some studying done. Then your 2pm Discussion for your Intro to Fiction class, followed by yoga at the gym - and since your work-study job at the Cognitive Research Lab doesn’t have you scheduled for Tuesdays, you get to go home right after. All in all, a pretty laid-back day in your hectic college life.

Except for that stupid 2pm Discussion. 

As a Psychology major you didn’t anticipate having to take any Literature courses, but you needed to fill an elective and Intro to Fiction had a reputation for being a fun, low-stakes course. It also fit conveniently into your Fall Semester schedule, so you signed up. Professor Mendoza turned out to be super nice and never gives any bullshit extra homework, and the assigned books have been surprisingly enjoyable. No, none of that is the problem. 

The problem is the hot TA you’ve inadvertently fallen in love with. 

Your first encounter with Seungkwan had been a bit embarrassing - the first week of the semester you somehow went to the completely wrong building, and even with speed walking you arrived to Discussion about five minutes late. You tried to sneak in quietly but the loud, creaky door hinge had other plans. Twenty-some pairs of eyes turned to stare at the idiot latecomer, but the pair you locked onto were the soft brown ones surrounded by long dark eyelashes, belonging to the blazer-wearing grad student standing at the front of the classroom. 

You would’ve been embarrassed in this situation anyway, but the unexpected eye contact made your stomach drop and your face turn hot. You stood there for a few moments too long, before muttering a feeble “sorry” under your breath as you made your way to the only empty seat in the room - which of course was located at the very front, immediately before the TA. You quickly took your seat and pulled out a notebook (not even the right one, but you were too frazzled to notice). The TA, whose name you missed due to being late, resumed his lecture. You started writing down everything he was saying - definitely not necessary, but you were doing your best to focus without looking up. 

Your face eventually stopped burning up, but this classroom was particularly warm and stuffy. You set down your pen and took your cardigan off, hanging it over the back of the chair. Mindlessly looking up, you look at the TA for the first time since sitting down. He too had discarded his outerwear - the muted brown herringbone blazer now laying aside on the teacher’s desk upon which he was leaning. His dark brown shoes matched his dark pants - which weren’t tight but certainly hugged his thighs nicely, but you tried not to think about that - and he was currently rolling up the sleeves of his medium gray button down - and you definitely tried not to think about that. You put your head back down and focused on your note-taking, transcribing everything without actually processing any of what he said. This was all very strange for you - sure some of your past TAs had been nice looking, but why was this particular one making you this flustered? 

The clock ticked on at an unbearably slow pace. You took your notes and paid no attention, not joining in on the conversation even once. You just have to make it through the hour, you kept telling yourself. But the hour seemed to never end. 

You snap out of it as the TA finally wraps up the class. 

“Don’t forget to read through chapter 5,” he reminds everyone. You realize you don’t even know which book you’re supposed to be reading, but it’s too late to ask now - you’ve looked like enough of a fool today already. Quickly packing your bag, you try to make your escape but as you are heading toward the door the TA calls out to you. Shit.  

“I just need to get your name - for attendance,” he tells you as you turn back around. 

“Oh… yeah,” you reply. You silently curse yourself for how stupid you sound. You tell him your name and he makes note of your attendance in his notes. You try to escape again but not before he sticks his hand out to you. 

“Seungkwan,” he introduces himself. You make the mistake of looking into those big round doe eyes again. He was even more beautiful up close. SHIT. 

You shake his hand, trying to do so as quickly as possible, but he has a very strong grip. 

“Nice to have you in class,” he says warmly. 

“Nicetomeetyoutoo!” you reply, taking your hand back and turning to dart out the door before he can get another word in. 

You don’t look back, so you don’t see how his eyes are glued to you as you hurriedly exit the classroom. 

—

You thought after a few classes you’d get over your dumb little crush on your TA, but four weeks into the semester and it’s only gotten worse. Now that you know where the stupid building is, you always make sure to arrive to Discussion early so you can snag a seat in the very back - as far away from him as you can manage - but this only allows your mind to wander. Watching him from the back of the class, you’ve unintentionally memorized his subtle habits: the way he takes his glasses case out of his bag at the beginning of each class, opening it and wiping the lenses clean with a cloth before placing them on his face with two hands, delicately moving his hair off to the side as not to obscure his vision; the way he leans against the desk, resting his weight on his palms as he listens to the students engage in conversation about the current book; the way he holds his well-worn copy in his left hand when referencing the text, flipping through the dog-eared pages filled with highlights and notes written in ink in the margins, laying the book on the desk pages-down to preserve his place when he goes to write important points on the chalkboard; the way he carefully erases the board as not to create a cloud of dust, wiping his hands together away from his body as not to get chalk on his perfectly pressed clothes; the way he focuses so intently when somebody is speaking, maintaining eye contact and nodding his head slightly, giving them his full attention.

That last one is why you never say a word in that class. You’re pretty sure you would combust on the spot.

Unfortunately, your entire grade for the Discussion portion of the course is based on actually engaging in the discussion - and based on your participation thus far you were right on track for getting an entire zero. I’ll say something next week, you tell yourself - then next week rolls around and you don’t say a damn thing. And repeat. You just hope Seungkwan doesn’t say anything to you. 

But he does. 

You freeze upon hearing your name as you’re gathering your belongings at the end of session. You look up and meet his gaze, doing your best to maintain a relaxed demeanor. It’s only a little eye contact, just chill. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” you respond nonchalantly. He gives you a bit of an inquisitive look, so you add on a polite smile.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t participated at all during discussion so far - you know that’s what I have to grade you on, right?”

“Oh yeah, um- I’ve been… I’ll work on that.”

The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. “I graded your first essay - you showed exemplary comprehension and your analysis was one of the best ones I’ve read.”

You feel your stomach do a flip. The sudden praise caught you off guard. 

“Oh uh, thank you,” you stammer, trying not to display how flustered you are but undoubtedly failing. 

You make the mistake (again) of making direct eye contact with Seungkwan. It lasts maybe two seconds, but feels like time has slowed; the world has stopped; nothing matters but you and him, standing alone in this room together. You’ve never wanted to impulsively kiss somebody this bad in your life. 

You force yourself back to reality. 

Seungkwan continues. “But, if you’re having some trouble with this particular novel,” he says as he holds up his book, “you can always stop by my office hours with any questions.”

You glance at his copy of Dracula. It’s a standard size paperback, but it looks small in his hand - a hand so strong and defined, yet elegant, fingers long and graceful…

Nope. Not gonna think about that right now. 

“I hold them every Thursday from 3-5pm - in this building, room 430. Top floor - all the way at the end of the hallway.” 

You nod - looking at him without making direct eye contact. “Cool cool. I’ll uh… Thanks, I might take you up on that.”

“Of course,” he replies matter-of-factly. He pauses, then adds with a slight smile, “It is my job after all.” 

Picking up his coat, he heads toward the door, and you follow. He holds the door open for you; as you pass by him you catch the scent of his cologne: woody but fresh, notes of patchouli and bergamot. You utter a soft “Thank you”. He nods chivalrously. 

Exiting the discussion room, he starts heading in the opposite direction as you. “See ya around!” you blurt out suddenly. He pauses - turning over his shoulder, he nods once more at you. “Have a good one,” he responds cordially. Maybe you’re seeing things, but his eyes seem to linger on you for a split second longer than one would expect. 

You watch him walk away for as long as you can get away with without being detected. 

As you make your way to the gym you ruminate over what he told you. Office hours. You didn’t really see a need to go - you weren’t actually having any trouble with the book. And of course office hours are open to all students, but the chance that you might be alone in a room with him again, having a one-on-one conversation…

You try to push the thought aside. You arrive to yoga, prepared to clear your head - but you spend the whole class thinking about Seungkwan. You head home after class, sitting on the bus with your headphones in, blasting your favorite album - but still your mind dwells on your TA. You get home and sit down to continue the novel, reading the next chapter - but you quickly give up. You’re absorbing none of the story, so you’d have to reread it anyway. 

Maybe you will go to office hours after all. 

—

Thursday. You’ve been trying not to think about Seungkwan’s office hours, but of course it’s just the white bear experiment all over again - the harder you tried, the more you ended up thinking about it. Your last class - Statistics - ends at 3:30pm, so you have all day to debate whether to go or not. Damn him for holding them so late in the day. 

Your Stats professor could not be a more uninteresting lecturer if he tried. You spend most of the class stifling your yawns as you do your best to pay attention, to no avail. Finally, the clock hits 3:30 and class is dismissed. You have to make your decision now - so naturally you end up going to the library to procrastinate said decision and mull it over some more. 

After many wasted minutes trying (and failing) to get some homework done, you check the time: 4:19pm. With a sigh you open up your book to leaf through the pages, looking for something you could make up some bullshit question about. Nothing. Mildly peeved, you open your laptop and pull up trusty sparknotes.com. All the discussion questions seem too juvenile, and you’re pretty sure you’d manage to make a fool of yourself if you tried to ask a question you already knew the answer to. 

You decide to abandon your plan to drop by with specific questions and instead just hope and pray there will be other students there so you can simply join in on their conversations. If there aren’t… you’ll just have to figure that out when you get there. 

You make your way to the Literature Studies building, realizing upon your arrival there is no elevator - and your destination is on the top floor. Cursing the building for being old, you trek up the stairs in search of room 430, which - as he mentioned - appears to be at the very end of the hallway. Nearly there, you abruptly decide to backtrack to the restroom you passed to check yourself in the mirror real quick, which turns out to be a mistake because now you’re hyperaware of how anxious (and for some reason, frumpy) you look right now. Nice going you idiot. 

Doing your best to make yourself presentable, you tussle your hair a bit and fix the collar of your shirt back to its proper position. You decide it’s good enough and go to exit the bathroom, pausing when you remember that you have a tinted lip balm you threw in your bag last minute. Rummaging through your bag for a solid 20 seconds, you find the tube at the very bottom and hastily apply it to your lips. Taking a step back, you take a final glance at your reflection - the balm is neutral-colored and fairly subtle, but makes you look slightly less dead. You’ll take the W. 

You make your way back down the hallway toward room 430. Approaching the end of the hall, you hear voices engaged in conversation. You pull out your phone to quickly check the time: 22 minutes of office hours remaining. Good enough, I guess. You’re three steps away from the doorway when you hear a familiar voice chime in - a voice soft and soothing, confident without being cocky. You proceed to enter the office before you have a chance to process how it’s making you feel. 

You find yourself in a room small yet cozy - bookshelves built into the wall that go all the way up to the ceiling, stacked with endless literature: many classics you’ve heard of, many others you haven’t. There’s no overhead lighting, but two antique-ish looking floor lamps illuminate the room with a warm-toned glow. An old, large mahogany desk fills nearly half the room, its accompanying chair vacant. Two fellow classmates are seated in the two smaller chairs facing the dark leather loveseat upon which your TA is currently sitting - reclined, one leg over the other knee, hand on the open book laying face down on the couch next to him. The three faces turn to look at you as you enter, bringing their conversation to a halt. You fucking hate being collectively perceived in any circumstance, but something about the intimacy of the room makes this particular situation even worse than usual. You feel your face start to turn warm but you quickly shove the embarrassment back down. Not today. 

Seungkwan greets you amiably, your name sounding sweet in his mellow voice. “Glad you could make it! Come on in, have a seat.” He picks up the paperback by his side and sets it on his lap, motioning for you to sit next to him. 

Right. Next. To. Him. 

Ignoring the million panic alarms going off in your head, you force a small smile and take your seat. The couch is even smaller than it seemed - there’s maybe two feet between you and him. You’re greeted with the inviting scent of his cologne. 

The two students resume their discussion. You sit there mostly in silence, nodding along, trying not to fixate on Seungkwan’s closeness. But it’s hard to focus on anything other than that - like, really hard.

The twenty-ish minutes pass rather quickly, and the conversation that you’ve contributed nothing to starts to wrap up. The two other students begin packing their bags. You pull out your phone to check the time - 4:57pm. A sense of relief washes over you as you’ll be forced to leave now - no more sitting there anxiously not knowing what to say - but you’re also feeling a little sulky about leaving so soon. You politely say goodbye back to your classmates, who are already on their way out the door. You go to put on your jacket only to discover you never took it off (no wonder it felt so warm in here). Grabbing your book and tossing it in your backpack, you hurry to leave as well before you manage to do or say something to embarrass yourself. 

“Bye! Thank you!” you say cheerily as you step out the door.

“Y/n?”

You stop in your tracks. You turn around to face Seungkwan, who is still sitting on the couch, reclined, with his arm now laying across the back where you just were. That makes you feel a lot of things, which you promptly ignore.

“Yeah?” you reply, hoping a smile will cover your nervousness.

“I believe you took my book.”

You stand there for a moment, confused, before you realize you never took your own copy out. The one you hastily threw into your bag was his. So much for not embarrassing yourself.

“Oh my god I’m SO sorry!!” you blurt out, swinging your backpack around and hurrying to retrieve it.

“It’s alright,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I did set it right next to you.”

You grab his copy out of your bag and hold it out to him sheepishly. He stands up and takes the book in his hand, his fingers brushing yours slightly. You’ve never been electrocuted, but you’re pretty sure what just jolted through your body was a similar sensation.

“Did you have any questions about the book?” he asks before you can bolt out the door. “You didn’t say much in our discussion today-” You open your mouth to apologize again, but he gently puts his hand up to stop you. “I just want to make sure I can help you if you came here with something specific in mind.” 

“Oh, um…” You hesitate, fiddling with your coat sleeve. You decide to tell the truth.  

“Honestly, not really. I kinda just came here to get an idea of how I can participate during class. Cuz, y’know. Don’t really want a zero.”

Seungkwan nods. “Your essays have been very good, I know you’re a highly capable student.” 

You try not to blush. You know he’s just talking about your coursework, but accepting compliments is not your forté. 

“I’m just… not a literature student, so I’m not used to taking classes like these. I guess I just get a little nervous that I’m gonna say something stupid.” You’re not sure why you’re telling him all this. 

“As long as you’ve read and understood the text, you won’t sound stupid - I promise.” 

You look down at the floor. Maybe these are normal things for TAs to say to students, but the fact that you’re kind of in love with him is not helping right now. 

“Besides,” he continues, “I’m the one grading you. I assure you you’ll get a good grade as long as you participate.”

“Well, that’s good news,” you say with a contented smile. You do feel reassured by his words. “Thanks again,” you say, as you turn to leave. 

“Oh, and y/n?”

You lock eyes with him, a recurring habit you seem to be unable to quit. 

“If you ever can’t make my office hours, feel free to email me. I’m sure we can find another time to meet one-on-one.”

One-on-one???

“Oh cool, I… appreciate that.” Does he say that to all his students?? He must, right? Don’t be delusional…

He nods courteously. “See you in class.”

“You too!” you add brightly as you finally head out the door. This time you do look back to see him still looking at you, with an ambiguous look on his face that you cannot decipher.

For the rest of the week, for once, you find yourself looking forward to Tuesday.

—

Tuesday. You resume your usual very-back-of-the-room spot for Discussion - but this time you finally engage in the class’ conversation. You still feel kinda dumb about it, but your TA’s promise of giving you a good grade so long as you participate sticks with you. Besides, who gives a shit what the other students think of you. There is only one person in that room whose opinion you care about, and you seem to have his approval, for reasons unclear to you. Maybe you are just a decent student. But the fact that there’s maybe something else there… You don’t let yourself develop delusions of grandeur, but there’s no crime in being cautiously optimistic. 

On Thursday you find yourself back at office hours, this time arriving a bit earlier - though much to your chagrin the two other students from last time are there again. You’re not sure exactly what you were hoping for if it was just you alone, especially considering you still don’t have any specific questions about the book, but you were kind of hoping it would happen anyway. But alas, you partake in office hours with company. You actually find yourself enjoying these literary discussions a bit, now that you (sort of) know how to engage with them properly.

And so you become a regular at Seungkwan’s office hours - Thursday afternoons quickly becoming the highlight of your week. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens between you two - and there’s always other students there whenever you attend - but you don’t see any harm in enjoying your time spent with him. 

Per usual, though, as finals approach more and more students start attending as well. One week you show up at 3pm sharp, only to find five students already there asking questions about their essays. You acknowledge that it’s probably just wishful thinking, but he does seem genuinely pleased to see you - pausing his conversation briefly to greet you, your name spoken warmly with a smile on his face. You make a mental note that he doesn’t greet anyone else who enters by name.

Seungkwan maintains a very patient and polite composure, but you get the sense that he is rather irked at the several students who are more or less trying to get him to write part of their essays for them. You chat for a few minutes with a friendly classmate you’ve become acquainted with, but ultimately you both give up on trying to talk to the TA and decide to leave. You sneak a quick glance back as you exit, catching Seungkwan’s eye right before you’re out of his line of sight. Though perhaps you weren’t so sneaky, because once you’re in the hallway your classmate nudges you with her elbow and teases, “Ooooh you have a crush on him don’t you?”

You scoff. “Oh please.”

“No seriously, he looked like a sad puppy seeing you go. You should ask him out.”

You roll your eyes and give her a “Yeah, right,” before casually changing the subject. But her comment sticks with you, and for days your mind keeps coming back to it. You’re hesitant to jump to conclusions, but the fact that she noticed it too… Perhaps you will shoot your shot after all. 

—

Taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t get a chance to speak with him during his regular office hours, you decide to take Seungkwan up on his offer. You did rewrite the email about 15 times, erase it repeatedly, and almost give up entirely, but in the end you came up with a message you deemed solidly good enough:

Hi Seungkwan, I was wondering if you have any availability to meet to discuss the current essay. I have a few questions that I feel would be easier to convey in person. I understand finals are a very busy time though, so if you aren’t available I completely understand. Thank you.

You hit send at 11:57pm on Sunday night, so you figure you’ll get a response the next morning. Before you can even close your laptop, you get an email notification.

Hi y/n, I’d be happy to meet with you. Are you available Tuesday evening after 6pm? I apologize for the odd hours, but that would be the most ideal time for me. However, if that does not work for you I’m sure we can figure something out.  Seungkwan

You sit and stare at your screen rereading it for a good five minutes. You hit the reply button.

Sure, that works for me! Thank you - I really appreciate it.

The light ping of a notification returns within seconds.

Of course, y/n. See you then.

You shut your laptop, your hand resting on top of it as your mind races, rapidly cycling between excited and anxious. You keep telling yourself to lower your expectations: you’re simply meeting with your TA to discuss your essay - which, you don’t actually have any questions about, so now you’ll have to make some shit up. But that can be a tomorrow problem. Tonight, you go to bed, half-coherent thoughts of literature, exams, and a certain pair of soft brown eyes floating around in your mind as you drift off to sleep. 

—

You wake up on Tuesday and immediately enter into panic mode. You can’t seem to focus on anything other than your date meeting with Seungkwan later - which of course you expected, but it’s pretty inconvenient considering you have so much to do with finals rapidly drawing near. Your Discussion class is finished for the semester, so you won’t be seeing him until evening - you’re not sure if this makes things better or worse, but it is what it is. You spend the entire afternoon in the library, sitting amongst the stacks, sort of studying but mostly doing a whole fucking lot of daydreaming instead.

After several hours of minimal productivity, you check the time: 5:36pm. You feel your heart start to beat faster. Since you’re clearly not going to get anything else done, you pack up your belongings and make your way to the Literature building. Might as well get there a little early.

You climb the four flights of stairs to the top floor, the building strangely empty. Making your way down to the very end of the hallway you wonder if Seungkwan will even be there yet or if you’ve arrived early for nothing - but as you approach you notice the door is ajar, the unexpected sound of alt rock music greeting your ears. You knock lightly on the doorframe as you poke your head into the office. Seungkwan, seated behind the large mahogany desk, seemingly absorbed in something on his laptop, looks up - you’ve clearly caught him a bit off guard.

“Hi, sorry - I’m a little early,” you apologize.

His face lights up in a warm smile. “No, uh - that’s alright!” he replies cheerfully. “Go ahead, take a seat,” he says as he gestures to the couch. 

You plop your backpack down on the ground and remove your coat, carefully tucking your skirt (a rare choice of clothing for you, but you figured fuck it, why not) under yourself as you take a seat on the comfy sofa. Seungkwan turns the music down to a faintly audible volume and rises from his desk chair, making his way over to you. You expected him to sit in the armchair across from you, but he comes and joins you on the couch instead. You can practically hear the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump of your heartbeat. 

“So, tell me about your essay,” he starts. His eyes linger on yours.  “What did you have questions about?”

Nonchalantly taking a deep breath, you take out your laptop and open it, pulling up your draft file. You basically had your paper planned out already, but you made up some questions to ask so as not to give away the fact that you literally had no academic reason to be here. You begin to explain your first question, which turns out to be an extremely difficult feat with him not only sitting so close to you, but also gazing at you softly, listening intently. You decide to avoid eye contact almost entirely. 

You chat about your essay topic for what feels like an eternity (you glance at the clock on your computer - it’s been 14 minutes). You’re in the middle of discussing the second point of your thesis when he interjects.

“Y/n, why are you really here?”

You feel the blood drain from your face. He’s onto me. It’s over.

“It’s very clear that you understand the book perfectly well. I really don’t think you need my help.”

You slowly look up at him, hesitating before opening your mouth to try and bullshit some response, but nothing comes out. 

“You know, I don’t normally schedule one-on-one office hours with students outside of my usual times.”

The blood comes rushing back to your cheeks. You feel like a fucking idiot.

“I’msosorry,” you blurt out. “I really wasn’t trying to waste your time I-”

“That’s not what I mean, y/n.”

You freeze. Does he mean…

Before you can even finish that thought he kisses you.

His hand cradles your face gently, drawing you closer to him as he presses his lips onto yours, electricity pulsing through your entire body - all you can think about is the way his lips feel, the way he softly brushes your cheek with his thumb, the way you want to throw your laptop across the room and throw yourself onto him so you can kiss him even more. 

As if he read your mind, he reaches down (still kissing you) and closes your laptop, picking it up and setting it aside carefully. You lap now vacant, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his, his soft kiss becoming more fervent. Your hand rests on his chest as you kiss him back - you feel the energy of his heart beating, at the same pace as yours, through the cozy sweater he has on. After several seconds (minutes? hours?) his lips part from yours, the sudden lack of sensation leaving you immediately longing for more; they linger mere inches from your face as your eyes meet his sensuous gaze. 

“Just one second,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper.

Seungkwan gets up and swiftly shuts the door - you hear the deep, satisfying thunk of the old door closing, followed by the subtle click of the lock. He then walks over to the desk to turn the music up to a decent volume before making his way back over to the couch. He barely resumes his seat before grasping onto you desperately, his face buried as he begins to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh at the unexpected sensation, wrapping your arms around his torso and drawing him in even tighter. His large hands caress your back as if trying to commit your shape to memory, as your hand slowly makes its way down his side - stopping when you reach his belt, resting on the waistline of his jeans which are very obviously becoming tighter by the second. 

You hesitate at first, but eventually your hand continues downward; Seungkwan sharply inhales as it lands on his growing bulge, his body tensing up against yours. He pulls his face from the crook of your neck, his lips immediately finding yours again, indulging in another kiss as he pulls you over onto his lap. You begin making out with him, your hand holding his warm, flushed cheek; your core, now exposed aside from the barrier of your underwear, presses against the hardness in his pants, causing soft moans to escape from the both of you. Before long, your hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding on his clothed cock - lightly at first, but with increasing intensity. You break away from his kiss; he looks at you, his eyelids heavy.

“Y/n…” he breathes out as he starts to kiss you again, “you don’t know how… wanted you so bad…”

“Me too,” you mutter.

He slides his hand under your skirt, finding your clit and beginning to circle it gently through your soaked underwear, causing you to whine softly.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” he says in a low, husky voice, his fingertips increasing their pace against the sensitive bud. He then slips his finger under the hem of your panties, pulling them aside to expose your already-swollen cunt, the sharpness of the cool air hitting its wetness. You cry out as he slides one finger into you, followed by another, his thumb continuing to caress your clit. Your hips begin to rock again, fucking yourself against his perfectly-curled fingers that are hitting you in all the right spots, your speed quickly increasing with the overwhelming pleasure that has taken over your entire body. You feel it welling in your stomach, your orgasm growing nearer with each movement. You’re about to lose it when he slows your pace, looking at you with lust-filled eyes - you can tell what it is he wants. 

You reach down and undo his belt, unfastening his button and drawing down the zipper. His jeans out of the way, you pull the band of his underwear down, freeing his hardened cock - he lets out a groan as you begin to stroke its length. Precum has already begun to form, your fingers taking the wetness and gliding it over the head. 

“Please… wanna fuck you so bad…” He’s practically whimpering at this point.

You slide your pussy up and down his length a few times, causing him to recline his head against the couch as he breathes heavily. Finally you take his cock in your hand, placing it at your entrance and lowering yourself onto him, crying out at the sudden sensation of fullness. He groans as you slowly begin to ride him, his length hitting you in the perfect spot; you have to bite your lip to control yourself from becoming too loud - it feels even better than you’d ever imagined.

You begin to pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again, even stronger now with him inside you. Your cries involuntarily become louder, prompting him to place his other hand over your mouth.

“Shhh, baby - don’t want anyone to hear us.”

You nod, tears welling in your eyes.

His soft grunts become more frequent - you can tell he’s getting close. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as you’re also nearing orgasm. He drops his hand from your mouth so he can grab onto your hips with both hands, holding you tight as he thrusts into you, full of vigor. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he says, his voice low and gruff.

“Want you to cum in me,” you reply breathily. He nods eagerly. You’re nearly there yourself. You cling to his face, giving him one more kiss before you can’t hold it in any longer.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” you manage to get out before the white-hot sensation takes over your whole body. You cry out, your walls clenching around him, immediately sending him over the edge - his cock pulses as you feel his cum release inside you. 

As you come down from your high your body melts into his as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in. He plants a few soft kisses on your cheek as you sink into him, his cock still inside you. You lay there peacefully for an unknown amount of minutes, the rock music still playing in the background as he rubs your back gently. Eventually you sit up, pressing your nose against his.

“Does this mean I get an A?” you ask jokingly.

He laughs, his nose crinkling as he smiles. “You were going to get one anyway, I assure you the fact that I just had the best sex of my life will have no impact on your grade.”

You break out into laughter. You pause, then ask hesitantly, “Soooo, what does this mean?”

His brown eyes rest on yours. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to figure that out later,” he says pragmatically. A slight tinge of sadness comes across your face, but before you can say anything he continues.

“How does tonight over dinner sound?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile back at him. 

“I think that sounds perfect.”

[end]

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Round 2 Polls:

(Projected length: 32 days)

(Bonus Rounds: Here)

Day 1:

1. Ogai Mori vs. Pascal

2. The Doctor vs. Franky

Day 2:

3. Madoc vs. Daenerys Targaryen

4. Inspector Barnes vs. Bright Noa

Day 3:

5. August vs. Claude Frollo

6. Cale Henituse vs. Leif

Day 4:

7. Simon Petrikov vs. Chiron

8. Yami Sukehiro vs. Sei Handa

Day 5:

9. Gintoki Sakata vs. Eithan Arelius

10. Dr. Gregory House vs. Maglor

Day 6:

11. Wolverine vs. Izumi Curtis

12. Roy Mustang vs. Abraham van Helsing

Day 7:

13. Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

14. Guts vs. Jake Sully

Day 8:

15. Sir Reginald Hargreeves vs. Jean Valjean

16. Kohachi Inugami vs. The Fix

Day 9:

17. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla vs. Gumpa

18. Aphmau vs. Agent Washington

Day 10:

19. Grace vs. Vector the Crocodile

20. Alec Lightwood-Bane vs. Dadan

Day 11:

21. Bobby Nash vs. William Adama

22. Korosensei vs. The Warrior of Light

Day 12:

23. Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright

24. Satoru Gojo vs. Dutch Van Der Linde

Day 13:

25. Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

26. Tom and Maddie Wachowski vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Day 14:

27. Welt Yang vs. Herlock Sholmes

28. Carlisle and Esme Cullen vs. Dracule Mihawk

Day 15:

29. Artemy Burakh vs. Barry and Iris West-Allen

30. Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas

Day 16:

31. Master Wu vs. Dave Seville

32. Axel vs. Izumi Tachibana

Day 17:

33. Arlecchino/The Knave vs. Sarah Jane Smith

34. Qifrey vs. Bell-Mere

Day 18:

35. Bobby Singer vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish

36. Professor Hershel Layton vs. Donna Hanscum

Day 19:

37. Giovanni Potage vs. Ingo

38. Miles Edgeworth vs. Vil Shoenheit

Day 20:

39. Nick Fury vs. Dalinar Kholin

40. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Kavax au Telemanaus

Day 21:

41. Arataka Reigen vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey

42. Gol D. Roger vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn

Day 22:

43. Toriel Dreemurr vs. Master Kongo

44. Pongo and Perdita vs. Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik

Day 23:

45. Lance Strongbow vs. Derek Hale

46. Tony Stark vs. Roronoa Zoro

Day 24:

47. Jody Mills vs. Eric Gale

48. “Red-Haired” Shanks vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

Day 25:

49. Han Muchun vs. Iroh

50. Splinter vs. Lilia Vanrouge

Day 26:

51. Bruce Wayne vs. Thomas O’Malley

52. Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Day 27:

53. Kim Dokja vs. Roberto de Niro

54. Shōta Aizawa vs. Doctor Carmilla

Day 28:

55. Mendoza vs. Soundwave

56. David Wymack vs. Ash Ketchum

Day 29:

57. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Yondu Udonta

58. Eda Clawthorne vs. Gavroche

Day 30:

59. Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime

60. Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza

Day 31:

61. Phoenix Wright vs. The Dragonborn

62. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Oliver Queen

Day 32:

63. Whitebeard vs. Otose

64. Sojiro Sakura vs. Yukari Yakumo

[sequinsmile-x]

Eros

Emily wasn’t surprised that she’d started to sleep with one of her professors, but she was surprised that she’d fallen in love with him.

A Hotchniss AU.

-x-

Hi friends,

It's been a WHILE since I wrote this one but I recently got inspired, and @cloudlessly-light is always telling me we need more Hotchniss smut, so here we are.

Happy Saturday everyone, enjoy the professor hotch smut <3

-x-

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Words: 2.6k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She was mad at him.

She knows it’s unfair, that he hasn’t done anything wrong, but she can’t help it. Through nothing but chance, she’d been in the same building as his office and had spotted him talking to another student, someone Emily knew was called Kate Joyner. 

She had stood back and watched as Kate flirted with her boyfriend, her smile wide and her hand on his arm as she laughed at whatever he had said. Aaron was funny, but he wasn’t that funny. It made jealousy burn in her belly, and she left before he saw her.

Later in the day, they’d met in the parking lot as planned, ready to go for dinner, and she’d seen Aaron waiting by his car as she left her last class of the day. She’d walked out with a guy from her class, Andrew, and she could feel Aaron staring at them. His gaze burning into her skin from where he was standing. She hates herself for it, but she feels a sense of pride rush through her at the thought that he is jealous too. 

She makes excuses to not go to his after they have dinner together, something she regrets when she gets home. She changes into her pjyamas, made up of a pair of her underwear and one of his shirts, and mopes around her apartment, doing chores she’d neglected for days as she sips a large glass of wine. 

She’s just about to call him, to ask him to come over when she hears a knock on her front door. She’d never be able to explain why, but she knows it’s him before she even looks through the peephole. She sighs as she pulls the door open. 

She leans against the door, “You have a key-”

He’s on her in a second, his hands on her hips as he pushes her into her apartment, his lips over hers as he cuts her off. He swallows her surprised gasp, and she automatically kisses him back, her fingers tight in his hair,  her body responding to him before her brain can catch up with what’s happening. She vaguely hears her front door slamming shut, the pictures on the walls shaking with the force of it, as he leads her further into her apartment. It’s only when her back collides with the kitchen counter that her brain comes back online. 

She feels the cool marble countertop through the thin material of the shirt that she’s wearing, his shirt, and the heat of him pressing her to it and the contrast makes her pull away from him, breathless as she sucks in air she grasps his shoulders, unsure even when she’d held onto him that tightly, or when he’d pressed one of his thighs between hers, the rough material of his jeans pressing her underwear against her clit. The sensation makes her clench around nothing, anticipation warming her skin as she looks at him, nothing short of animalistic desire burning in his eyes, his pupils blown so wide she can see herself reflected in them. It makes her feel even more on edge. She can feel a damp spot already appearing on her underwear, the material firmly pressing into her, and she wonders if he can feel it through his jeans. 

“Aaron-”

“You’re mine,” he says, growling at her, finally releasing the tension she’d seen in him as they ate dinner, his back straight and his jaw tense as they spoke about their days. She’s sure it should make her angry, the possessive way he says it, the way he holds her even tighter, the material of his shirt that she’d stolen bunched in his hands as he holds her in place, but it doesn’t. She feels her skin get warmer, her body thrumming with it, “Not Andrew Mendoza’s.”

She huffs out a breath, her laugh catching in her chest as his hand sneaks under her shirt, his thumb skimming the underside of her breast, “He’s just a friend.” 

If she was honest, he was barely even that. Just a guy from one of her classes whom she’d spoken to a few times as they waited for their professor to arrive. He was nice enough and handsome, and he clearly had a crush on her. She knows he’s someone she’d probably go for if she wasn’t so absolutely in love with the man currently pressing her against her kitchen counter, his jealousy as obvious as his need for her, both of them written all over his face. 

“You’re mine,” he repeats, pressing his leg firmer against her, smiling when she moans, her hips rolling against his thigh as she seeks out more pressure. He kisses her fiercely his tongue sweeping through her mouth and then he pulls back. She groans and chases his kiss, her eyes flicking up to his as he looks down at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly. She knows what he wants, want he wants to hear, and she cups his cheek making him look at her. She presses her thumb into his lower lip, enjoying the familiar plushness of it as she smiles at him. 

“I’m yours,” she says, her voice thick with want, “I’m all yours.” 

He’s on her again, just as much intensity as when he first showed up, his hands on her hips as he lifts her, depositing her onto the kitchen counter. Her heated skin hitting the cool marble makes her hiss and shiver, but she barely has time to think about it as he pushes her thighs apart, his fingers rubbing her through her underwear. 

He groans at the damp material against his skin, “So wet for me already sweetheart,” he says, smirking as her hips stutter. He looks at her as she leans back, her palms flat on the kitchen counter. She was breathing heavily, her pale skin flushed pink, the blush disappearing down her chest and beneath the white material of the shirt she was wearing. He never failed to be taken aback by her beauty, by how responsive she was always. He leans in and kisses her throat, trailing his lips down to her chest, nipping at her collarbone with his teeth, smiling against her skin as her breath catches in her chest, “I bet no one else can make you feel like this.”

She gasps, her nails scratching the marble she was sitting on as he pushes her underwear aside, the feel of his skin directly against hers making her moan, “No, no one,” she chokes out, her hands in his hair as she guides him up for a kiss, her whine lost in it as he rubs circles over her clit at the same time, “Just you.” 

At first, she was certain that the fire between them, how he’d make her fall apart in a way no one else ever had, how he seemed to just know her body from the start, was just because of the clandestine nature of it all. The fact he was her professor and she his student, all of their encounters in his office, on the same desk he marked her papers. It was only as they carried on, both lost in the incredible sex and the feelings that had grown around it, that she realised it was more than that. 

If she was someone else, if she believed in such things, she’d think they were made for each other. 

“It’s like you were made all for me,” he mumbles, unknowingly saying what she was thinking, and he kisses her as he presses two fingers into her, groaning as she clenches around him. His hips twitch at the feeling, impatience for the feeling of her wrapped around him flooding his veins. He suddenly feels the desperate need to see more of her, to feel more of her, and uses his spare hand to tug at one side of the shirt she’s wearing, the buttons skipping across the floor as he tears it. 

“I liked that shirt,” she breathes out, rolling her hips as he pushes his fingers in and out of her, his thumb relentless against her clit.

“I’ll let you steal another one,” he replies, pressing his lips against her collarbone before he moves downwards, paying special attention to her breasts, licking at her nipple bar, smirking against her skin as she moans, her thighs twitching, “You can have them all.” 

“Aaron,” she groans, warmth building in her belly, sparking in her blood as he builds her up, never quite touching her as he knew she needed to be touched, keeping her on the edge. “Please.” 

He pulls her in for a kiss, fierce and possessive as he pulls his hand from her, smiling as she groans against him. He steps back and licks her from his fingers, groaning at the taste of her. 

“Delicious,” he says, kissing her once more before he steps back, his eyes never leaving hers as he kneels down in front of her, “I think I’ll have some more.” 

He dives in, his tongue against her clit. She moans as he pulls her closer, his hands under her thighs as they rest on his shoulders. She forgets about everything else but him, the way makes her feel, and she digs her fingers tight into his hair, holding him in place in case he dares to stop. If she could think of anything else, she’d worry she’d smother him, her thighs clamping around his head as he finally pushes her over the edge. She screams as she comes, half capturing it by placing her hand over her mouth, well aware her neighbours had complained about the noise before. 

“Fuck,” she breathes out, watching as he stands up, his eyes darker than ever. She feels nothing short of empowered, even more desire for him overwhelming her, as she watches him wipe his mouth and chin on his shirt sleeve before he undoes his jeans, never stopping looking at her he approaches. 

She lifts her hips just enough to take off her underwear, throwing them on the floor before she reaches for his, pulling him in close as she kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue. She reaches between them and pumps him, a punched-out groan his response as he grasps at her hips holding tight. She wraps a leg around him and groans as he pushes forward, the familiar stretch of him stealing the breath from her lungs. 

“Mine,” he grunts, punctuating it with a thrust that makes her grasp his shoulders, her nails almost ripping his shirt. 

“Yours,” she says in response, clenching around him, turning her head to capture his lips in a kiss. She pulls back just enough to speak again, her breath skipping over his lips, “All yours.” 

They work up a familiar rhythm, both of them lost in each other, in the pleasure that was overtaking them. He feels her thighs shake, a sign that she was close again, and he removes a hand from her back to rub her clit, groaning as she gets tighter around him, her breathless moans echoing around them. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his lips against her ear, making her shiver, “Come for me.” 

She comes, hard, her entire body giving out in a way that makes her slump forward, her forehead against his shoulder. He speeds up, his need for her increasing. Despite the fact she's here with him, that she’s wrapped around him in every conceivable way, he feels the spark of jealousy from earlier come back, the thought of another man wanting her making him hold her tighter. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grunts out, his hips moving faster, “Fuck you feel so good.”

She wraps her legs tighter around him and lifts her head, her lips against his ear as she whispers, knowing what he needs, “Only you make me feel like this,” she says, hooking her leg higher around his hips, her heel digging into his lower back. The change of angle makes her gasp and she closes her eyes as he places his hand on her thigh, holding it so tightly she knows he’ll leave bruises, “No one else. Just you.” 

He growls as he comes and the warmth of it inside of her makes her sigh, seeking him out for a gentle kiss. They share a smile and he kisses her once more before he pulls back just enough to look at her. He suddenly looks sheepish, like a different man to the one who had shown up here and pounced on her. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

She breathes out a chuckle, “For what?” She asks, purposely clenching around him, smiling widely when he groans, “From where I’m sitting you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He shakes his head at her lovingly, “For being a jealous idiot. You were just talking to the guy.” 

She bites her lower lip and she tilts her head, “Well if this is what just talking to the guy gets me, then maybe I’ll flirt with him next time,” she jokes, laughing again when he frowns, “I’m kidding, baby,” she says, kissing him, “You have nothing to be jealous about. But I get it…it’s hard, having to be… subtle about everything.” 

They didn’t keep their relationship a secret anymore, now she was no longer one of his students, but they were careful. Never making it too obvious that they were together on campus.  She was looking forward to graduating later this year, partially so the studying was behind her, but also so she no longer had to try and pretend she wasn’t completely in love with him.

Aaron frowns at her, “What do you have to be jealous about?” He asks as he steps back, lamenting the feeling as he slips out of her before he pulls his jeans back up. 

“Are you kidding?” She asks, her hands on the kitchen counter as she stands up, smiling at Aaron as he steadies her, his hands on her hips, her legs still unsteady, “You’re the youngest and the hottest professor on campus by far. And you’re nice. And smart,” she scrunches her nose up as he pulls her closer, his hands on her lower back, “You’re a catch and every woman, and several men, on campus know it.” 

“I’d never look at someone else, Em,” he says, stamping a kiss to her cheek, “Why would I when I have you?” 

She hums, “Kate Joyner was flirting with you earlier,” she says, the words escaping her without her meaning them to, and she shakes her head at herself, “I saw you with her.” 

“She come to my office hours,” he says, running his hand up and down her back, “She needed help with a paper.” 

Emily scoffs, “Of course she did.”

“Emily-”

“She has a crush on you,” she says, cutting him off, “And I can’t blame her.” 

“She’s my student, I’m not going to…” he drifts off and sighs as she raises her eyebrows at him, both of them realising he’s managed to latch onto her biggest insecurity in their relationship without meaning to. 

She shrugs, “You have form for sleeping with your students, Aaron,” she says, smiling tightly at him before she looks down at the ground, “There are scratches on your desk that prove it.” 

He cups her cheek and makes her look at him, “None of this happened because you were my student. It’s because you’re you,” he stamps a gentle kiss against her lips, “You’re mine.” 

She chuckles, nodding, her cheeks warm with love and embarrassment. It feels absurd that he’s able to calm her down so quickly, that he’s able to squash concerns she’s had since the moment they started this, the moment it became clear to her that this had turned into more than sex. 

“Yeah,” she says, holding the collar of his shirt as she pulls him in to kiss him again, “And you’re mine.”

-x-

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Madeleine Rowley

Published: Jun 18, 2024

Mandatory ideological training has now come to the drugstore. In California, pharmacists and pharmacy technicians, in order to keep their license, must study the latest in gender identity, colonialism, and white privilege. Such “cultural competency” courses are required by a state law that went into effect this year.

When the bill was introduced, Democratic Assemblyman Christopher Ward, the lead sponsor, said that the continuing education class would help “ensure pharmacists are looking out for the well-being of LGBTQ+ individuals.” 

Like many licensed professionals, pharmacists are required to take continuing education courses, usually with titles like “Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disorder (COPD)” and “Trimming Trends: Unveiling the Latest in Weight Management Guidelines.” Though this new training requires only an hour of the pharmacist’s time every two years, it’s another demonstration of compelling people to passively accept dubious assertions and assumptions, or risk losing their livelihoods.

One such course, titled Caring for All: The Pharmacy Professional’s Role in LGBTQ+ Health and Equity comes from the California Pharmacists Association (CPhA). The outline, obtained by The Free Press, features many charts that are hard to square with the duties of a pharmacist. There is a chart illustrating many “systems of oppression.” These include “sexism,” “cis-sexism,” “heterosexism,” and “adultism.” 

Another chart describes “effects of colonialism and colonization on pre-colonial ways of being.” It states: “Racism creates race: otherness and whiteness.” Some of the pre-colonial ways of being pharmacists are taught include “two-spirit,” the term used by Native Americans to describe someone who has “both a masculine and feminine spirit.” 

The training also suggests that pharmacists introduce a question about a customer’s gender at their first interaction. The course gives this prompt: “Hello, my name is Jay. I use they/them and he/him pronouns. How would you like me to address you?”

Click here to see a slide show of the training.

What does any of this have to do with being a pharmacist? Not much, said several pharmacists The Free Press spoke to.

Lisa Marino, 54, a hospital pharmacist in Los Angeles County, says the new cultural competency course provides nothing that relates to her job. “Our role is to aid in providing safe and appropriate use of medication for all people, regardless of culture, and with a respect for everyone’s privacy and dignity,” said Marino. “This feels like indoctrination.”

Joe, 50, who asked The Free Press not to use his last name, worked as a pharmacist for 25 years and owns an independent pharmacy in Los Angeles County. He says that respecting all customers, no matter their race or sexual orientation, is a given.

“To be a competent pharmacist, you need to know about medications, professional ethics, and the law,” said Joe. “That’s it.” 

Dr. Carrie Mendoza is an emergency medicine physician and the recently appointed director of Genspect USA, an organization that seeks evidence-based treatments for people with gender distress. She says people are taught to be so hyper-sensitive to avoid offending people, especially to those in a designated “marginalized” group, that pharmacists may be afraid to bring up legitimate concerns. “A pharmacist might not raise medication safety concerns such as adverse effects [or] inappropriate dosing. . . out of fear they will be called discriminatory,” said Mendoza. “Political trainings like this undermine safety for all patients and should be immediately removed from our healthcare system.”

But one of the three CPhA cultural competency course authors, Dr. Tam Phan, an assistant professor of clinical pharmacy at the University of Southern California—and the clinical pharmacy program coordinator at the Los Angeles LGBT Center—told The Free Press in an email that a pharmacist’s role has expanded beyond quick interactions at the prescription counter. 

“Pharmacist prescriptive authority in California has expanded to immunizations, hormonal contraceptives, travel medicine, nicotine replacement products, and HIV. . . treatments,” he wrote. “For pharmacists who are not interacting with patients directly, LGBTQ+ cultural sensitivity is still important since pharmacists should be knowledgeable of potential drug interactions between hormones being used in gender affirmation with the patient’s other medications.”

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This has nothing to do with "well-being." The point is to proselytize and indoctrinate at any and every available opportunity, to embed their particular ideological commitments as deeply into society as possible.

[mulitfandomshipper100]

Author Notes: This was a looong chapter to write, so it might take a while to get the next chanter out. Lmk what you think!!

Chapter 4

A Helpful Hand (part 2)

In the morning Naomi woke up bright and early. She raced to the digging site and started working with Professor Mendoza. When Naomi heard Esteban call her late, she took that as her queue to surprise everyone.

“Good morning, team. I got here early to take a look around.” Naomi was proud of the fact that she proved Esteban wrong. When she looked at Elena she was glad she slid down the ladder quickly. The only thing she could think of…was the way Elena’s outfit looked beautiful, or maybe it was the fact that Elena always looked amazing in whatever she wore. Naomi didn’t know where that thought came from. She hadn’t even stepped on the floor yet, when she got lost in the way the flowers in Elena’s hair and top, complimented each other. Seeing Elena with her hair in a neat bun made Naomi’s heart quicken, she had to remind herself that Elena was straight and they were both just friends. Naomi also Definitely, totally, absolutely… did NOT have a crush on Elena because that would be absurd…

Naomi decided to distract herself by asking professor Mendoza a question.

“So what's the deal with this crystal wall?”

“Ah, you have a good eye.” Elena heard professor Mendoza’s statement and agreed! She’d been watching Naomi recently and the girl was great at noticing little details. Before Elena had climbed down the ladder she thought she saw Naomi blush at her, but Naomi slid down the ladder before she could process what she saw. It was probably just her mind hoping for something that would never happen… flashback

“Hey Gabe!” Elena greeted cheerfully.

“What’s up princess? Do you need help with anything?” Gabe responded smiling charmingly and puffing his chest out. “Gabe you already know I only like girls,” Elena laughed at his antics, Gabe knew that Elena was gay, but he still liked to mock the other guys who would try to make a move on her. Elena didn’t see Naomi watching above them. Gabe had seen Naomi there, then he heard footsteps run away and looked at the upstairs balcony. “Who was that?” Elena asked. “Uhh… I think that was Naomi…” Gabe answered confused as to why she ran away. “Oh.” Elena said sadly. Elena didn’t think Naomi was homophobic, after all the girl had clearly shown support for the community by flying a rainbow flag during pride month, but maybe she was just felt uncomfortable knowing Elena was gay. Elena decided not to bring it up to Naomi. She noticed that every time lgbtq came up in conversation Naomi would get nervous and make an excuse to leave the room. End of flashback

Unbeknownst to Elena, Naomi always made an excuse to leave the room because she didn’t want to be caught staring at Elena. It was honestly embarrassing that every time the topic came up she couldn’t help, but think of Elena. Her stomach would do flips and her heart would beat against her ribcage making her feel like she was going to explode.

Elena arrived down the ladder right as she heard Naomi speak.

“Should we see what's behind it?”

Ah, first things first.

“Carefully chip away a small section so we can examine it.” Professor Mendoza answered

“Right. Good idea.” Naomi agreed

“And I'll start translating these glyphs.” Professor Mendoza walked off.

“You see, Miss Turner, glyphs are pictures that they used instead of words.” Esteban mansplained.

“I know what glyphs are, thanks.” She said confidently aimed at Esteban.

“So what do you want us to do, Naomi?” Elena put her hand on Naomi’s shoulder and leaned between the two.

Naomi turned looking at Elena’s eyes and quickly glancing at her lips. Before Elena could notice what happened, Naomi spoke up.

“Maybe you and Esteban can gather up all the relics.

You see, relics are what we call old stuff.” Naomi didn’t actually want to poke at Esteban that time, but she needed something to distract her from the close proximity of Elena’s face and her own face.

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.” Elena responded, hoping that would be the last of the two arguing.

A few minute later Professor Mendoza found something.

“This is a very rare glyph.

I've only seen it a few times before.

Aha! It's a duende.”

A what? Everyone thought. It must’ve show on their faces that they didn’t know what the professor was talking about.

“Duendes are mischievous elves from another realm, or so the legend goes.

It is said that three duende brothers came to Avalor many years ago causing mayhem wherever they went.

Finally, a wizard caught the duende brothers, and locked them in three separate chambers to keep them apart.”

After professor Mendoza’s speech Naomi kept chipping away at the wall bit by bit.

“No, no, no. You are doing it all wrong.

It will take us a year to get through the wall if you go that slowly” Esteban complained.

“You heard what Professor Mendoza said.” Naomi tried to reason with him.

“Yes, but I took an archaeology class as part of my royal training.

So if you want to see what's behind that wall any time soon, you'll hand over your pick.” Esteban replied arrogantly.

Naomi scoffed at him, but ended up letting him take the pickaxe.

“Fine. Here.” She said rolling her eyes

“Now, watch and learn.” Esteban hit the wall as hard as he could making it crack like a mirror.

Giggling could be heard behind the glass.

It was Professor Mendoza that realized what was happening after a green creature leapt at them.

“It's a duende. This must be one of the chambers.”

The duende grabbed the professor’s book and ran out of the pit and into the street.

“We have to catch him before he frees his brothers.

The other two chambers are right here in Avalor City.

My atlas! Don't let him get away!” Professor Mendoza yelled in a panic.

“He can use my atlas to find his brothers.

We have to stop him or... [crashing could be heard outside] he'll cause chaos all over the kingdom, come on!”

Naomi was headed to the ladder when she spotted something.

“Hey, look at these golden glyphs. I think—“

“Now is not the time to look at pictures.

We have a crisis on our hands, thanks to you.” Esteban interrupted.

“Me!? You were the one who broke the wall.” Naomi retorted

“Ah, but you are the one in charge, are you not?

Naomi looked downcasts.

Do not worry, Miss Turner.

As I said yesterday, I will clean up your mess.”

Don't worry, Elena. I'll make sure we catch that duende.

Elena looked back at Naomi with a determined face. She believed Naomi’s words.

When they arrived at the park they could see the pyramid in the distance.

In front of them three kids were play soccer.

Esteban tried to boss the duende around, but the duende hit him with soccer balls, making him land flat on his back.

Elena and Naomi raced past Esteban’s body hoping to catch up to the duende before it could make it to the pyramid.

“We must hurry. Follow me, around the pond.” Esteban shouted after getting back up.

“No, wait. There's a quicker way.” Naomi insisted

“A rowboat? Are you serious?” Esteban said in disbelief.

“I live at a harbor. I know how to row fast.” Naomi said proudly.

“She's in charge.” Elena reminded Esteban.

“Wow, you do row fast.” Professor Mendoza said once they got to the other side of the lake. Elena was thinking the same thing. She could tell Naomi’s arms were ripped. When Naomi was rowing she was so focused that she didn’t see Elena stare at her from behind, and she didn’t see the blush that was rising on Elena’s face.

“Ooh, this could come in handy.” Naomi grabbed a net from the boat.

“As could this.” Esteban added, but he clearly didn’t see their concerned faces when he grabbed the crow bar and swung it around.

“Rest assured, everyone, I will apprehend the duende.” Said Esteban confidently.

“Wait. We should make a plan.” Naomi reasoned.

“No, we do not have time. He could release his brother any minute.” Esteban proceeded to run in the direction of the pyramid without waiting for the others.

“Esteban, stop. Esteban.” Naomi tried to get him to turn back around.

“Get away from that pyramid, duende, and give me back the atlas.” Esteban clearly didn’t learn from the soccer ball incident and the duende decided to chuck the atlas at him. He dropped the crow bar on his foot as the duende used the crow bar to open the pyramid.

“I, uh, retrieved your book.” Esteban has the nerve to at least look sheepish. Everyone glared at him when they realized he helped the Dundee get into the pyramid.

The group ran into the pyramid through the now open door.

“I'll get him.” Naomi’s aid raising the net to throw it.

“No, let me.” Esteban replied grabbing the other end trying to take it from Naomi’s hands.

Elena watch all of this unfold and decided to grab the two duendes before it was too late.

Unfortunately the two brothers escaped her grasp and tripped her along with Professor Mendoza.

“As I said before, Naomi should never have been put in charge.” Esteban brought up again.

“What are you talking about?

I told you we needed a plan, and you didn't listen.” Naomi defended herself angry at the way Esteban kept blaming it all on her.

“She's right, and the duende used your iron rod to get in here.” Elena sided with Naomi.

After making sure everyone was okay they were about to set off to find the second chamber, when Naomi saw something strange.

“Hey, you guys should really take a look at these glyphs.”

“Ay no, again with the pictures.” Esteban said exasperated

“What is it?” Elena said worried.

“I saw the same thing in the last duende chamber.

Whatever it says was important enough to etch in solid gold.” Naomi replied. Elena was impressed by Naomi’s attention to detail. She hadn’t realized how valuable gold would’ve been back then.

“You're right. It's a warning.

It says the three duendes are gatekeepers, each one bearing a magic gem.

When all three gems are put together, they form a key that will unlock a tunnel to the duende world, allowing hundreds, no, wait, thousand of duendes to enter Avalor.” Professor Mendoza said shocked.

They aren't just a nuisance, they want to invade Avalor, and we've given them a head start.

Well done, Miss Turner.” Esteban said mockingly while clapping slowly.

“We can still stop them.

They haven't freed the third duende yet.” Naomi said desperately hoping that she hadn’t just doomed the whole kingdom to chaos…

To be continued…

Authors Notes: There weren’t many Elena and Naomi interactions in this one, but I tried to make it as gay as possible.

[fictional-malewife-tournament]

Here’s our line up guys. 👍

Here is the list right now, there is a lot so they’ll be seperated into 8 groups and then we will go through all of those 8 groups to get to the end.

group 1:

Rom vs Puss in boots 

Alex (stardew) vs Jim Kirk

Roulx Kaard vs Jin Zixuan

Caleb wittebane vs 2bdamned

David Kostyk vs Mirabel’s dad

Kanji tatsumi vs Papyrus

Bob vs weyoun

Donkey vs Duster

Gren vs Janus the silverdeath

Lloyd vs Hannibal lector

Todoroki vs Gajeel redfox

David (lilo) vs link (botw)

Sugawara vs Pixel-Mess

M!Robin vs Stanley pines

Ben Chang vs Quirrel

Saul Goodman vs Will graham

Group 2: 

Kiryu vs Hero

The medic vs Ron

Percy Jackson vs professor Layton 

Neelix vs Iggy frome

King Harrow vs Lucas (Runs factory five)

Yu Narakami vs Elliot (stardew)

Jakob vs Aoi kurashiki 

Sokka vs Moxie

Nightwing vs tatsu

Archer (emiya) vs Master splinter (2018)

Barius vs Forrest

Ryuuji vs Jay walker 

Sanji vs Garmadon

Quark vs Kaito

Fox mulder vs tenma tsukasa

Leon (Pokémon) vs Delbert Doppler

group 3:

Berdly vs Marten Reed

Kai (ninjago) vs James 

Usui vs Gobber

Charlie vs Steve Harrington

Alec lightwood vs kronk

Paper vs Dr octopus

Discord vs Dedue

Arven vs Harvey Dent

Hunter vs Christopher Pike

Narciso vs Kermit

Cletus Jones vs Gomez Addams

Tom vs The king

Klavier Gavin vs Greg Universe

Kamado Tanjiro vs Brock (unikitty)

Ashe vs Louis Moriarty

Sisko vs dale lee

Group 4: 

Trip vs Brady

Franky (one piece) vs Tom Wambsgans

Shinra vs Jaskier

Your father vs Banquo

Silver the hedgehog vs Troy Barnes

Archer vs Space Boyfriend

Donald Duck vs Mr clean

Ren vs Nandor the relentless

Cove Holden vs Magnus Burnside

Bail organa vs Hiccup

Riker vs Corpus

yoo joonghyuck vs Kazuki

Fan vs kunikida doppo

Lazlo cravensworth vs loid forger

Peter b Parker vs Ken

Ryunosuke Naruhodo vs venti

group 5:

Prince Fluff vs Sarek

Nagito vs Zagreus

Macbeth vs Lucas (mother 3)

Stede vs Anakin skywalker

Tack vs Felix Madrigal

Jason mendoza vs N (murder drones)

Ren (oxenfree) vs Soren

Saru vs Kaveh

Castiel vs Yarne

Ivor vs King furgus

Kuboyasu Aren vs James Wilson

Yeza Brenatto vs Kristoff

Makoto Naegi vs Stoick

Tomohisa Kaname vs hunk

Peeta vs Jadzia

Kim Gonja vs Henry clerval

Group 6: 

Ron delite vs wang pangzi

Sam (Sam and max) vs Emmett

Kazuha vs serizawa katsuya

Jayce talis vs Asmodeus (iruma-kun)

Kai satou vs Professor Saguaro

Steve cob vs Minato Namikaze 

Dean Winchester vs Chakotay

Eugene Fitzherbert vs Chat noir

Spitelout vs Spock

Matt hooper vs Childe 

Siegblut vs Worf 

Edric Blight vs Yanki

Control (from southern reach) vs Tuco Salamanca

Seteth vs Louis de pointe du lac

Maes hughes vs Kazuma Asogi

Dr Watson vs Thoma

Group 7: 

Tennisball vs Barry bluejeans 

Luigi vs Hatsuharu

Snotlout vs howl

Jay (ghosts) vs dj Octavio

Gregory house vs Elliot Spencer

The mad hatter vs Joe tazuna

Basil hallward vs Harvey (Stardew)

Ethan winters vs olruggio

Albedo vs pleakly 

The heavy vs Jake English

Bruce Wayne vs Shen wei 

Naven NukNuk vs Dante (mystreet)

Phillip vs bow

Anji Mito vs Fishlegs

Stanford vs Speedwagon

Bariel vs Jesse Pinkman

Group 8: 

Ralsei vs Goofy

Sam (stardew) vs Seymour (little shop of horrors)

Ethari vs Cecil

Fix it Felix vs Kaoru hakaze

Ignus scientia vs Lukas

Majima vs Hercules

Magolor vs Calcelmo

Fred vs Randy Hapukurk

Kurogiri vs The riddler

Declan lynch vs Philza

Jaune vs Sergeant Schultz

Reiji Sakamaki vs Q

Luo Binghe vs King of hearts

Thatcher Davis vs Jonathan buyers

[marcmarcmomarc]

RWBY Spanish dub

Team RWBY

Ruby Rose: Valentina Souza

Weiss Schnee: Romina Marroquín Payró

Blake Belladonna: Alondra Hidalgo

Yang Xiao Long: Mireya Mendoza

Team JNPR

Jaune Arc: Óscar Flores

Nora Valkyrie: Analiz Sánchez, Regina Carrillo (young)

Pyrrha Nikos: Berenice Vega

Lie Ren: Alan Fernando Velázquez, Zoe Mora (young)

Team STRQ

Summer Rose: Ale Pilar

Taiyang Xiao Long: Arturo Mercado Jr.

Raven Branwen: Fernanda Robles

Qrow Branwen: Germán Fabregat

Beacon Academy

Professor Ozpin: Mario Arvizu

Glynda Goodwitch: Maru Guzmán

Peter Port: Francisco Colmenero

Bartholomew Oobleck: Beto Castillo

Salem’s Inner Circle

Salem: Irasema Terrazas

Cinder Fall: Dulce Guerrero

Roman Torchwick: Sergio Gutiérrez Coto

Emerald Sustrai: Alicia Vélez

Mercury Black: Erick Salinas

Neopolitan: Agustina Cirulnik

Dr. Arthur Watts: Armando Réndiz

Tyrian Callows: Miguel Ángel Ruiz

Hazel Rainart: Octavio Rojas

The Hound: Mario Castañeda

Leonardo Lionheart: Humberto Solórzano

Vernal: Rebeca Patiño

Tock: Simone Brook

Atlas Military

James Ironwood: Dafnis Fernández

Winter Schnee: Xóchitl Ugarte

Penny Polendina: Cristina Hernández

Caroline Cordovin: Magda Giner

Ruby’s Group

Oscar Pine: Luis Leonardo Suárez

Maria Calavera: Ángela Villanueva

Dr. Pietro Polendina: Gerardo Reyero

Team SSSNN

Sun Wukong: Alexis Ortega

Scarlet David: Alberto Bernal

Sage Ayana: Abraham Vega

Neptune Vasilias: Enzo Fortuny

Nolan Porfirio: Pepe Vilchis

Team CFVY

Coco Adel: Liliana Barba

Fox Alistair: Geezuz González

Velvet Scarlatina: Carla Castañeda

Yatsuhashi Daichi: Óscar Garibay

Ace-Ops

Clover Ebi: Raúl Anaya

Vine Zeki: Eduardo Giaccardi

Elm Ederne: Gabriela Guzmán

Harriet Bree: Karla Falcón

Marrow Amin: Ricardo Tejedo

Happy Huntresses

Robyn Hill: Erica Edwards

May Marigold: Ruth Toscano

Joanna Greenleaf: Yvette García

Fiona Thyme: Lupita Leal

The White Fang

Ghira Belladonna: Emilio Guerrero

Kali Belladonna: Rebeca Manríquez

Adam Taurus: Alejandro Orozco

Corsac Albain: Emmanuel Bernal

Fennec Albain: Eduardo Garza

Ilia Amitola: Monserrat Mendoza

Schnee Manor

Jacques Schnee: Arturo Mercado

Whitley Schnee: Moisés Iván Mora

Willow Schnee: Yolanda Vidal

Klein Sieben: Jesse Conde

Ancient Times

Ozma: Roberto Salguero/Ricardo Bautista

God of Light: José Luis Orozco

God of Darkness: Salvador Reyes

Jinn: Danann Huicochea

Ambrosius: Rubén Cerda

Xiong Family

Hei “Junior” Xiong: Eduardo Fonseca

Lil’ Miss Malachite: Leyla Rangel

Miltia and Melanie Malachite: Lourdes Arruti

Team CRDL

Cardin Winchester: Raúl Anaya

Russel Thrush: Yamil Atala

Team FNKI

Flynt Coal: José Ángel Torres

Neon Katt: Meli G

Arc Family

Saphron Cotta-Arc: Erika Ugalde

Terra Cotta-Arc: Carla Medina

The Ever After

Little/Somewhat: Angélica Villa

Curious Cat: Ángel Balam

Blacksmith: Carmen Sarahí

Jabberwalker: Víctor Hugo Aguilar

Jinxy: Jaime López

Red Prince: Pascual Meza

Herbalist: César Bono

Alyx: Julia Bilous

RWBY: Grimm Eclipse

Dr. Merlot: Sebastián Llapur

RWBY: Arrowfell

Amoncio Glass: Alfonso Grau

Hanlon Fifestone: Óscar Gómez

Bram Thornmane: Trujo

Olive Harper: Leslie Gil

Bianca Prisma: Cecilia Gómez

Roane Ashwood: Alicia Barragán

Ivy Thickety: Edurne Keel

Ruda Tilleroot: Jessica Ángeles

Minor characters introduced in Volume 1

Shopkeep: Eduardo Tejedo

Xiong Goons: Ricardo Mendoza “El Coyote, Carlo Vázquez

Cyril Ian: Víctor Ugarte

Lisa Lavender: Alondra Hidalgo

Police Officers: Daniel Lacy, Patricio Lago

Sailors: Marc Winslow, Noé Velázquez

White Fang Goon: David Bueno

Penny’s Driver: José Luis Miranda

Minor characters introduced in Volume 2

Tukson: Octavio Rojas

White Fang Lieutenant: Roberto Gutiérrez

“Deery”: Alicia Barragán

Perry: Arturo Castañeda

Councilman: Kevin Adrián

Minor characters introduced in Volume 3

Bolin Hori: José Antonio Macías

Nadir Shiko: Edson Matus

Brawnz Ni: Abraham Vega

Bartender: Carlos del Campo

Nebula Violette: Karla Falcón

Dew Gayl: Jessica Ángeles

Ciel Soleil: Camila Díaz Fraga

Amber: Ximena de Anda

Atlas Ship Captain: Víctor Hugo Aguilar

Minor characters introduced in Volume 4

Mayor: Alfredo Gabriel Basurto

Blacksmith: Jesús Ochoa

Dying Huntsman: Nando Estevané

Captain: Víctor Trujillo

News Reporters: Eduardo Fonseca, Sonia Casillas, César Costa

First Mate: Paulina García Casillas

Oscar’s Aunt: Kerygma Flores

Higanbana Waitress: Claudia Garzón

Businessman: José Luis Orozco

Businesswoman: Karina Altamirano

Henry Marigold: Emilio Treviño

Angry Businessman: Héctor Estrada

Trophy Wife: Ximena de Anda

Husband: Arturo Cataño

An Ren: Kerygma Flores

Kuroyuri Blacksmith: Alan Bravo

Boys: Luistio Comunica, Regina Blandón, Ana Layevska

Li Ren: Idzi Dutkiewicz

Mistral Pilot: Manuel Campuzano

Atlas Pilot: Hernán Bravo

Minor characters introduced in Volume 5

Mistral Pilot: Irene Jiménez

Menagerie Guards: Tatul Bernodat, Mark Pokora, Andrea Coto

Bartender: Víctor Covarrubias

Shay D. Mann: Esteban Desco

Sienna Khan: Lileana Chacón

Saber Rodentia: Ricardo Brust

Mata’s Mother: Gloria Obregón

Mata: Luis Fernando Orozco

Yuma: Bruno Coronel

Ramen Shop Owner: Ángel Mujica

Small Girl: Ivanna Corona

Trifa: Miriam Aceves

Mistral Police Captain: Rommy Mendoza

Minor characters introduced in Volume 6

Dee: Dan Osorio

Dudley: Alejandro Orozco

Mistral Woman: María Álcazar

Nubuck Guards: Raúl Solo

Red-Haired Woman: Rossy Aguirre

Terminal Soldier: Miguel Ángel Leal

Minor characters introduced in Volume 7

Drunk Mann: Raúl Aldana

Drinking Buddy: Héctor Emmanuel Gómez

Forest: Moisés Palacios

Fria: Isabel Martiñón

Councilman Sleet: Daniel del Roble

Councilwoman Camilla: Graciela Gámez

Minor characters introduced in Volume 8

Atlas Commander: Itatí Cantoral

Shovel Mom: Denisse Aragón

Disgruntled Grandmother: Diana Santos

Fiona’s Uncle: Gabriel Pingarrón

Crimson: José Luis Rivera

Madame: Rona Fletcher

Step-Sisters: Annie Rojas

Rhodes: Idzi Dutkiewicz

CCT Voice: Sonia Casillas

Minor characters introduced in Volume 9

Mouse Leader: Betzabé Jara

Townsperson: Kate del Castillo

Toy Soldiers: Ricardo Mendoza “El Coyote”, José Arenas, Ramón Bazet, Diego Becerril, Óscar Gómez

White Pawns: Cecilia Gómez, David Bueno, Enrique Cervantes, Ramón Bazet

Toy Guard: Roberto Carrillo

Hawker: Erick Selim

Teapot Lady: Maythe Guedes

Paper Pleasers: Iván Bastidas, Luis Carreño, Irwin Daayán, Gaby Cárdenas, Denisse Aragón

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Character/Fandom List

(Updated February 5th, 2023)

*I DO NOT WRITE FOR CELEBRITIES.

*Strikethrough means currently not accepting requests for said character/fandom

*If you see a character that is not listed, please ask! I’m sure I write for that character, I just forgot to put it on this very long list!

*If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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DC Extended Universe

Suicide Squad (2016) / The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man, Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, Floyd Lawton/Deadshot, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Robert Dubois/Bloodsport

Birds Of Prey

Dinah Lance/Black Canary, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress, Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Fear Street Trilogy

Cindy Berman, Deena Johnson, Heather Watkins. Christine “Ziggy” Berman*,Kate Schmidt, Nick Goode*, Ruby Lane, Samantha Fraser, Simon, Tommy Slater

*Please specify which actor

The Last of Us (HBO)

Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Janet, Jason Mendoza, Michael, Tahani Al-Jamil

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies

Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

[himbo-showdown]

Welcome to ROUND 1!

Without further ado, I present the round 1 bracket!

To save space, all characters are listed with their first name only. Look in the Read Below to see an exact list of each poll coming!

Polls 1-8 will be posted Thursday the 30th between 4pm and 6pm EST and remain live for three days! Best of luck to all the contenders!

Poll 1: Arataki Itto from Ghenshin Impact VS Flynn from Skylanders Poll 2: Soren from The Dragon Prince VS Soldier from TF2 Poll 3: Fukuo from Kiki's Delivery Service VS Sheriff Bronson Stone from Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated Poll 4: Daniel Cain from Re-Animator VS Bokuto Kotaro from Haikyuu Poll 5: Indus Tarbella from Epithet Erased VS Milo from Pokemon Sword/Shield Poll 6: Cole from Lego Ninjago VS Din Djarin from The Mandolorian Poll 7: Prince Edward from Enchanted VS Josh Chan from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Poll 8: Knuckles from Sonic Boom VS Alexios from Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey Poll 9: Sun Wukong from RWBY VS Harry DuBois from Disco Elysium Poll 10: Magnus Burnsides from The Adventure Zone VS Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove Poll 11: Beowulf from Skullgirls VS Kaito Momota from Danganronpa V3 Poll 12: Joseph Jostar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure VS Dick Gumshoe from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney Poll 13: Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse VS Will Powers from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney Poll 14: Boucheron from Fire Emblem Engage VS Bolin from The Legend of Korra Poll 15: Raphael Kirsten from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes VS Steve Harrington from Stranger Things Poll 16: Metroman from Megamind VS Gillis Soco from Smile For Me Poll 17: Launchpad McQuack from Ducktales VS Kevin from Ghostbusters (2016) Poll 18: Phoenix Wright from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney VS John Marston from Red dead redemption 1&2 Poll 19: Arthur Morgan from Red dead redemption 2 VS Fred from Scooby-Doo Poll 20: Grog Strongjaw from Legends of Vox Machina VS Clone JFK from Clone High Poll 21: Rodney from Total Drama VS Professor Birch from Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire Poll 22: Ash Williams from Evil Dead VS Mario from The Super Mario Bros. Series Poll 23: Brett Hand from Inside Job VS Scott Howl from Monster Prom Poll 24: Clark Kent from DC Comics VS Jason Mendoza from The Good Place Poll 25: Andy Dwyer from Parks and Rec VS Galo Thymos from Promare Poll 26: Beelzebub from Obey Me VS Finn the Human from Adventure Time Poll 27: Gonta Gokihara from Danganronpa V3 VS Andolin Kholin from The Stormlight Archive Poll 28: Thor from the MCU VS Hunk from Voltron: Legendary Defender Poll 29: George from George of the Jungle VS Alex from Stardew Valley Poll 30: Mark the Engineer from In Space with Markiplier VS Murray from the Sly Cooper Series Poll 31: Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story VS He-Man from He-Man and the Masters of the Universe Poll 32: Raphael Hamato from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles VS Farkas from Skyrim

Good luck to all!

[battlestarraven]

Come see Edward James Olmos at @stocktoncon Winter, presented by Utility Telecom on February 25-26 at Stockton Arena in California.

Edward James Olmos is a Mexican-American actor and director best known for his roles as William Adama in the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica, Lt. Martin Castillo in Miami Vice, teacher Jaime Escalante in Stand and Deliver, patriarch Abraham Quintanilla in the film Selena, Detective Gaff in Blade Runner, and narrator El Pachuco in both the stage and film versions of Zoot Suit. He recently starred as Professor Gellar in Showtime’s serial killer series, Dexter.

Olmos became the first American-born Hispanic to receive an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor, in Stand and Deliver, for his portrayal of a real-life math teacher, Jaime Escalante. Olmos starred as the taciturn police Lieutenant Martin Castillo in the television series Miami Vice, opposite Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas. He was awarded a Golden Globe and an Emmy in 1985 for his work in the series. He starred alongside Jennifer Lopez in the film Selena. Olmos played Dominican Republic dictator Rafael Leónidas Trujillo in the movie In the Time of the Butterflies. He also had a recurring role as U.S. Supreme Court Justice Roberto Mendoza in the NBC drama The West Wing.

He has been a longtime pioneer for more diversified roles and images of Hispanics in the U.S. media. Along with appearances in television classics like Starsky & Hutch and CHiPs, Olmos has also appeared in Mayans MC, George Lopez, CSI: NY, Eureka, and Portlandia. His other notable film roles include The Burning Season, The Judge, and The Green Hornet.

#stocktoncon #edwardjamesolmos #battlestargalactica #standanddeliver #selenaquintanilla #miamivicefashion #bladerunner2049 #dexter #greenhornet #themayans #portlandia #chips #starskyandhutch #admiraladama

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office hours – bsk {TEASER}

full fic out now!!

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: college au, nonidol!au ♡ teaser wc: 0.8k ♡ warnings: none for the teaser but there will be smut in the full thing :) ♡ a/n: this whole thing is a highly self-indulgent fic so if reader is down horrendous for bsk… u know why

‧₊˚✩彡 moodboard by @myhimbomingi ‧₊˚✩彡

You fucking hate Tuesdays. 

There’s nothing actually wrong with your Tuesday schedule - on the contrary it’s probably the best day of the week in terms of lectures and extracurriculars. Your first class of the day, Developmental Psychology, doesn’t start til 11am, so you get to sleep in - always a win in your book. Afterwards you have an hour and a half break, usually spent by eating lunch in the student center and then a visit to the campus library to get some studying done. Then your 2pm Discussion for your Intro to Fiction class, followed by yoga at the gym - and since your work-study job at the Cognitive Research Lab doesn’t have you scheduled for Tuesdays, you get to go home right after. All in all, a pretty laid-back day in your hectic college life.

Except for that stupid 2pm Discussion. 

As a Psychology major you didn’t anticipate having to take any Literature courses, but you needed to fill an elective and Intro to Fiction had a reputation for being a fun, low-stakes course. It also fit conveniently into your Fall Semester schedule, so you signed up. Professor Mendoza turned out to be super nice and never gives any bullshit extra homework, and the assigned books have been surprisingly enjoyable. No, none of that is the problem. 

The problem is the hot TA you’ve inadvertently fallen in love with. 

Your first encounter with Seungkwan had been a bit embarrassing - the first week of the semester you somehow went to the completely wrong building, and even with speed walking you arrived to Discussion about 5 minutes late. You tried to sneak in quietly but the loud, creaky door hinge had other plans. Twenty-some pairs of eyes turned to stare at the idiot latecomer, but the pair you locked onto were the soft brown ones surrounded by long dark eyelashes, belonging to the blazer-wearing grad student standing at the front of the classroom. 

You would’ve been embarrassed in this situation anyway, but the unexpected eye contact made your stomach drop and your face turn hot. You stood there for a few moments too long, before muttering a feeble “sorry” under your breath as you made your way to the only empty seat in the room - which of course was located at the very front, immediately before the TA. You quickly took your seat and pulled out a notebook (not even the right one, but you were too frazzled to notice). The TA, whose name you missed due to being late, resumed his lecture. You started writing down everything he was saying - definitely not necessary, but you were doing your best to focus without looking up. 

Your face eventually stopped burning up, but this classroom was particularly warm and stuffy. You set down your pen and took your cardigan off, hanging it over the back of the chair. Mindlessly looking up, you look at the TA for the first time since sitting down. He too had discarded his outerwear - the muted brown herringbone blazer now laying aside on the teacher’s desk upon which he was leaning. His dark brown shoes matched his dark brown pants - which weren’t tight but certainly hugged his thighs nicely, but you tried not to think about that - and he was currently rolling up the sleeves of his medium gray button down - and you definitely tried not to think about that. You put your head back down and focused on your note-taking, transcribing everything without actually processing any of what he said. This was all very strange for you - sure some of your past TAs had been nice looking, but why was this particular one making you this flustered? 

The clock ticked on at an unbearably slow pace. You took your notes and paid no attention, not joining in on the conversation even once. You just have to make it through the hour, you kept telling yourself. But the hour seemed to never end. 

You snap out of it as the TA finally wraps up the class. 

“Don’t forget to read through chapter 5,” he reminds everyone. You realize you don’t even know which book you’re supposed to be reading, but it’s too late to ask now - you’ve looked like enough of a fool today already. Quickly packing your bag, you try to make your escape but as you are heading toward the door the TA calls out to you. Shit.  

“I just need to get your name - for attendance,” he tells you as you turn back around. 

“Oh… yeah,” you reply. You silently curse yourself for how stupid you sound. You tell him your name and he makes note of your attendance in his notes. You try to escape again but not before he sticks his hand out to you. 

“Seungkwan,” he introduces himself. You make the mistake of looking into those big round doe eyes again. He was even more beautiful up close. SHIT. 

You shake his hand, trying to do so as quickly as possible, but he has a very strong grip. 

“Nice to have you in class,” he says warmly. 

“Nicetomeetyoutoo!” you reply, taking your hand back and turning to dart out the door before he can get another word in. 

You don’t look back, so you don’t see how his eyes are glued to you as you hurriedly exit the classroom. 

{to be continued...}

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likes & reblogs much appreciated ♡

[fandomfiish]

Choices books RO's I picked Masterlist

Since I've successfully got my ass hauled back to playing choices (Due to It lives within, in a span of two days I already finished ILITW and started TE ... again. And I thought it'll be nice to share the RO's/LI's I've picked throughout the books, granted I haven't played all books yet so this will definitely be edited and updated as time goes on. Note: I haven't finished most of these books, just wanted to add which LI I picked.

Freshman series -  Zig Ortega || MC: Claire

The Crown and the Flame - Dominic

Most Wanted - Dave Reyes

Rules of Engagement - Blake Yasuda

Endless Summer - Jake Mackenzie

#LoveHacks - Ben Park

The Royal Romance/Heir - Maxwell Beaumont

Hero - Grayson Prescott || MC: Flynn Hudson

Highschool Story - Michael Reginald Harisson || MC: Klein Montgomery

Highschool Story: Class Act – Ajay  || MC: Kirby

It lives in the woods - Lucas Thomas || MC: Von Franco

It lives Beneath - Parker Shaw || MC: Seifer

It lives within - Lincoln Mcquoid || MC: Shohei Kim

Red Carpet Diaries - Matt Rodriguez/Seth Levine || MC: Jovia

Perfect Match - Hayden Young/Damien Nazario || MC: Liam Prescott

Bloodbound - Jax Natsuo/Adrian Raine || MC: Elise Sinclaire

Veil of Secrets – Flynn O’Malley || MC: Alex Thompson

America's Most Eligible - Unnamed Stranger/ Han|| MC: Isaiah Park / Han

Desire & Decorum – Ernest Sinclaire || MC: Ms. Camilla

Across the Void – Meridian / Zekei

Big Sky Country – Sawyer || MC: Thomas Jenkins

The Elementalists – Beckett Harrington || MC: Ike Eagleson

A Courtesan of Rome – Marc Antony

The Heist: Monaco - Fabien Ahmad || MC: Stiles Lee

Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance - Colt Kaneko

Open Heart - Bryce Lahela / Rafelo Avelero || MC: Dr. Cryx Montero

Passport to Romance – Ahmed Khabbaz

Wishful Thinking – Jaime Lewis

Nightbound – Nik Ryder || MC: Dwight Park

Platinum – Avery Wilshire

Sunkissed - Nate

Bachelorette Party – Ash Tanaka

Mother of the Year – Thomas Mendes

Save the Date – Simon Hendricks  

The Royal Masquerade – Hunter Fierro/Kayden Vescovi

With Every Heartbeat – Dakota Winchester

Blades of Light and Shadow – Aerin Valleros

Distant Shores - Edward || MC: Christopher Bang

Queen B – Professor Kingsley

My Two First Loves – Noah Harris

Rising Tides – Robin Tora

Foreign Affairs – Tatum Mendoza

Laws of Attraction – Gabe Ricci

Shipwrecked – Brendan Fraiser

Wake the Dead – Eli Sipes

Crimes of Passion – Trystan Thorne/Luke Watanabe

[cartoonfangirl1218]

First Date

“Are you ready, m’lady?” Gabe bowed as if exiting from the bedroom was the same as being escorted to the ballroom. Which was almost accurate. 

They were heading to a new salsa club hat Gabe wanted to visit for date night. A  well deserved date night. Even though they fell asleep next to each other every night, it felt had felt like they hadn’t seen much of each other in weeks. Naomi had recently accepted an offer to host a series of lectures at the university at the behest of Professor Mendoza and Mateo in exploring Maruvian classic spells to create environmentally and nautically influenced fuel to phase out the exhaust used by the guards in travelling back and forth around the perimeter with the pedo-gondala. 

Gabe had been busy with the border guard and training rural guards and small village militias that didn’t have many guards to control crimes within town while also looking at invaders. No one could be in two places at once after all. So that kept him out of sight for days though he managed to usually come back at home around midnight to surprise the kids before heading back out three hours later. It was only three more weeks of this but Naomi was ready for it to be over. 

So with these busy days, poring over books and racing from place to place to watch the process of their findings, it did not leave much time for talk at night. Just sleep. 

But they were both being afforded a small weekend break thanks to Elena’s intervention and they chose to spend a night on the town to remind themselves of their youth amidst all the responsibilities. 

As they walked down the hall, they heard a thump behind 000 closed door and some mumbled cursing. Naomi and Gabe shared the same look and smile. They weren’t the only ones going out tonight. 

Marina was going on her first date, and from the sound of it, she was not having a good time choosing an outfit. 

Esteban knocked, “Marina? Mija? May we come in?” 

“Huh? What? Come in,” Marina vaguely called from the other side. They opened and instead of seeing rumpled, discorded outfits everywhere as Naomi expected.

They saw Marina brilliantly dressed in a golden silk dress that highlighted her eyes. Her hair twisted up in a french braid crowned to her head, kept into place by a pin in the shape of a tiny poinsettia bouquet. 

The only unusual sight from what seemed a perfectly normal image of a girl ready for a date were Marina’s heels. 

Spiky three inch heels that as Marina quickly twisted around to face them, led to her falling on her face. 

Naomi bit back a giggle at the abrupt fall and managed a somewhat caring, “Are you okay?”

“Oh it’s just. . “ Marina struggled to get back up without ruffling her hair that was already coming out of its neat braid from what Selene realized from the thumps were numerous falls. 

Well those are useless shoes than if you can’t walk in them,” Gabe grinned easily at his daughter as if he had never looked ridiculous for the sale of fashion. Which was true as he rarely changed his clothes exempting the suits for special occasions. A joke that Naomi pointed out regularly as if he was afraid to choose outfits himself. 

“I just want to look good, Papi,” Marina said pleadingly, “I want to look tall and gorgeous and. . “ 

“You are all those things already,” Naomi interrupted seeing Marina’s flustered and flushing chees that there was more at play than simple fashion choices, “Perhaps you’re nervous because you’re overthinking things?” 

“How can I not?” Marina cried, flopping back onto he rbed when her unsteady heels would not hold without wobbling. 

“I can’t not think, Mami. It just starting out fine and I’m excited to see her and go on a date but then I can’t help but imagine. Like what if it’s awkward? What if she’s expecting more? I mean it’s a date. I have to look nice! No, better than nice. Gorgeous! And I have to be fun. It’s supposed to be fun and casual but I don’t want to be too casual. I want her not to friend zone me but then, what if she ends up being the horrible, boring one? Then I’ll be stuck and have to friend-zone her and-”

“Mija, mija, mija. I understand how you feel,” Gabe cut in, grabbing hold of Marina’s hands in a gentle squeeze. Naomi climbed onto the bed to cuddle up to Marina’s side in a hug. 

“You are a wonderful, kind, intelligent and fun girl. Anyone would be lucky to date you as long as you are yourself, sweetie.” 

“But I-” 

“You can’t stop thinking,” Gabe finished, “Believe me, I was a nervous wreck before my first official date with your mom.” 

Marina giggled, “I know. You told me.: 

“I know I know. So you should remember that my mama, your abuela reminded me to be myself. That’s what you should do too. But a little confidence goes a long way to remembering how awesome you are so wait here,” Gabe ran off to his room. 

Naomi turned to Marina, imparting a little love advice she had gotten from her father when she had started to go deeper into dating and marrying territory with Gabe. 

“Romance can be scary. This date can lead to a big one or it’ll just be a little story or you may not even remember it. But there’s always aleap into the unknown. And know what else? You have your family behind you for it all. Even if this date is just meh or not as you hoped, we will always think you’re an amazing girl.” 

“Thanks Mami,” Marina hugged her tightly and Naomi helped to redoe her braid and find more appropriate shoes. 

Gabe entered the room, smiling at the almost mundane image of Naomi braiding Marina’s gold hair into perfect plaits. Both looking at peace in the soothing motion of hair curled between nimble fingers. 

“I have something. This belonged to your bisabuela. My father’s mother and he gave it to me when you were born,” Gabe held up a silk magenta cord that hung an exquisite emerald. Smooth, reflective, both could see their image in the shine. 

“She wore it for her anniversaries wth my father because she said it always made her feel beautiful. That no one could match her in looks or personality. You’re like her, Marina. Opinionated, fiery, and nothing can stand in your way either. So I hope this gives you the same confidence it gave her.” 

Marina licked her lips, feeling the smooth gem under her fingers, eyes filliung with the memories and nostalgia connected with the necklace. Gabe rarely talked about his parents since their passing. Nothing major just inevitable but the grief was still raw. But to have a piece of them. . . 

“Thank you, Papi. I will care for it so well. I won’t let it out of my sight. Thank you!!” 

Gabe hugged her, “Let me put it on you. Yes, you’re gorgeous mija. You will knock her dead.” 

Marina twirled once in front of the mirror, dress flying out and beamed at them, “Thank you so much! I’m-I still have some butterflies but I th-I think I’ll be fine.” 

“If you really want, your brothers can chaperone your date? Or we can join? Make sure nothing goes wrong. . “ Gabe suggested. 

The twinkle in his eyes went completely unnoticed by Marina who reacted with a horrified “NO!” 

“I mean,” Marina cleared her throat for a much politer, “Umm no thank you. I will be fine.” 

Gabe and Naomi suppressed their laughter as they stored out the door, leaving Nathanial to the honor of intimidating his granddaughter’s date. 

The cold wind hit Gabe’s cheek and he unexpectedly felt the touch of soft lips against his fingertips. He stared at his fingertips,s till curled around Naomi’s and amrveled how they still tingled like it was lightning zooming up and down his arm, taking all his strength not to shudder with delight at the sensations. 

But shudder he did at Naomi’s smile. Like the  glow of the sun and alittle something more. A little unexplained look. That was her, always a surprise even when he knew her so well. Not that he’d have it any other way. 

She smoothly yet casually laid her head against his shoulder as they walked out, “Just thinking about love?” 

“Hmm,” Gabe hummed, “I was exaggerating how nervous I was, you know, so she didn’t feel alone in her feelings.” 

“Uh huh,” Naomi smirked, playing along, “I know. Your utter confidence and belief that your evert word and action is right is what attracted me to you in the first place.” 

Gabe couldn’t even keep a straight face at that one, “I love you.” 

“Love you too. Never change. .  I mean never chagnge into what I described. I was being sarcastic. Tha arrogance is-” 

“I know, I know. I prefer this to acting anything like El Guapo or something. I’d have stayed in the friend zone for sure,” Gabe mock-dabbed imaginary sweat from his forehead. 

“Yeah,” Naomi sighed, “I’m so glad we took a leap past the first impressions and friend-zoning. Best decision of my life.” 

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Leor Sapir

Published: Oct 31, 2023

For all its faults, the American legal system has an international reputation for ensuring that victims of injustice get their day in court. In recent weeks, two young women filed lawsuits against the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) and some of its affiliated doctors, arguing that the doctors harmed them irreversibly by subjecting them to “gender-affirming” hormonal treatments when what they needed was mental-health support. One plaintiff argues that the medical group has defrauded the public and its own members in contravention of state deceptive-practice provisions.

Among the defendants are some of the leading advocates of “gender-affirming care.” One is Michelle Forcier, a professor of pediatrics and assistant dean at Brown University’s Warren Alpert Medical School, who gained notoriety last year after appearing in Matt Walsh’s documentary What Is a Woman? Walsh, a Daily Wire journalist, asked Forcier why she uses “assigned sex at birth” for humans but not, say, for chickens. The doctor responded: “Does a chicken have gender identity? Does a chicken cry? Does a chicken commit suicide?”

Another high-profile physician defendant is Jason Rafferty, a mentee of Forcier’s and author of the AAP’s 2018 policy statement on “gender-affirming care” that has become the U.S. medical community’s touchstone. Rafferty, who describes “gender-affirming care” as an approach that uses “a child’s sense of reality” as the “navigational beacon to orient treatment around,” allegedly approved one plaintiff for puberty blockers after only one visit. He did so, states the complaint, despite the patient’s suffering from multiple-personality disorder and having been hospitalized at the time for a suicide attempt.

Perhaps not coincidentally, the plaintiffs announced the new lawsuits on the opening and closing days of the AAP’s annual conference, which ran from October 20 to October 24 in Washington, D.C. According to Carrie Mendoza, a physician and director of the nonprofit FAIR in Medicine who helped set up a booth at the conference to bring awareness to the problems of gender medicine, “the vast majority of AAP members with whom we engaged in discussion either shared our concerns or had no knowledge of gender medicine and wanted to learn more. Unfortunately, those who agreed that something has gone wrong with how we help kids with distress over their bodies said they fear the personal and professional repercussions of voicing their concerns.”

Her group’s “major takeaway from the conference,” Mendoza said, was “that there is a broken chain of trust in the field of pediatrics.” The AAP’s members “reasonably trust their professional association to adhere to scientific methods” and “reasonably trust that the AAP will convene committees to issue statements and guidelines based on the best available evidence,” she said. But “when the chain of trust is broken, it can take time before members notice dysfunction.”

An example of that dysfunction played out on the convention center’s second floor, just above Mendoza’s booth, where Ilana Sherer, a pediatrician and gender clinician from California, led a panel on gender and sexuality. Sherer asked that the session not be video-recorded, and “deputized” audience members to enforce her request. One of the attendees took an audio recording of the session and, through a mediator, shared it with me.

Sherer began by insisting that pediatricians practice “personal disclosures . . . in any kind of professional setting,” and disclosed that she is “a queer, cisgender, white, able-bodied woman” who lives and works “in the Bay Area, which is unceded Ohlone territory.”

She then suggested that pediatricians not wait until their patients are adolescents to talk to them about “gender care and sexual health” but instead start conversations about “sexual identities” in “childhood.” She also recommended using “updated language,” which pediatricians can learn from their patients. For girls who want male bodies, that new language includes “innie” and “front hole” instead of vagina; “dicklet” and “T-penis” instead of clitoris (a side effect of testosterone injections is clitoral growth, which can be extremely painful); and “chesticles” instead of breasts. For boys who want female bodies, Sherer mentioned “outie,” “junk,” “strapless,” and “bits” as replacement words for penis.

Sherer’s recommendations for dealing with kids who feel discomfort with their bodies or their sex directly contradicts the guidelines the AAP published in April. The guidelines, “10 Tips for Parents to Teach Children About Safety and Boundaries,” are meant to help parents and caretakers protect children against sexual abuse and assault. “Use appropriate language,” the first recommendation, instructs parents to “Teach children proper names for all body parts, including their genitals: penis, vagina, breasts and buttocks. Making up names for body parts may give the impression that they are bad or a secret and cannot be talked about.”

Sherer also discussed sexuality, noting that the term bisexual “assumes that there are two genders,” whereas the term “pansexual . . . recognizes multiplicity of gender.” She encouraged audience not to “assume that LGBT-identified youth are . . . only having sex with certain genders.” Sherer’s presentation included a visual aid to help fellow AAP members grasp the new concepts of gender and sexuality. It was a “cute” image of a “gender unicorn,” complete with a “little rainbow brain.”

“I see a couple of confused faces,” Sherer promptly admitted. Perhaps the attending pediatricians had overlooked the unicorn section in their biology textbooks in medical school. 

When discussing pronouns, including “they/them,” Sherer admitted that “it’s hard,” but said that kids can educate their doctors. “One of my young patients told me: pretend there’s a hamster in my pocket, and you’re talking to both of us. So, if you’re struggling with they/them pronouns, imagine the hamster. Okay? They are a doctor. I like them. This is their stethoscope. Hamster with a stethoscope. Think about it.”

In 2018, participating in a panel hosted by the organization Gender Spectrum, Sherer said that she saw “lots and lots of kids” who “don’t have [gender] dysphoria, that really don’t have mental health issues, and so to say to them ‘you have to go get a letter from a mental health provider’ feels challenging to me. And so what we’ve started to do in our clinics is have someone like Diane [Ehrensaft, a leading proponent of the gender-affirmative model] . . . go in and do brief assessment, and give their rub—I know you [addressing Ehrensaft] said you don’t rubber-stamp, but basically in my mind that’s what it feels like, and so then we can move on and say ‘OK, now we can talk about what you’re actually here for”—that is, hormones.

Which brings me back to the lawsuits.

That the AAP gave Sherer a stage is further evidence that the organization has abandoned science in pursuit of political fashion. (Neither Sherer nor the AAP could be reached for comment.) Mounting evidence suggests that U.S. pediatric gender clinics are not practicing differential diagnosis—that is, attempting to identify other potential conditions or causes of a patient’s distress—and instead are pushing hormonal and surgical options on kids. Just yesterday, Finland’s top gender clinician and researcher, Tampere University Hospital’s Riittakerttu Kaltiala, claimed in the Free Press that American medical societies are “actively hostile” to gender clinicians and researchers who raise concerns about the “affirmative” approach. “Medicine, unfortunately, is not immune to dangerous groupthink that results in patient harm,” she observes.

As public knowledge of this scandal grows, lawyers will try to go further and further upstream in the referral pipeline to hold providers accountable. In the U.S. legal system, courts play a leading role in crafting standards of medical liability; given their independence, American judges are known to offer novel and creative interpretations of the law. It is only a matter of time before judges become skeptical of pediatricians who referred vulnerable teenagers to facilities that they knew or should have known were unsafe.

It is not news that the AAP has endorsed novel theories about sex and gender in defiance of empirical evidence. What is increasingly clear, and what was confirmed at the conference last weekend, is that the AAP is too shortsighted to protect even the interests of its own members. By deceiving them about the science of gender medicine and infantilizing them with unicorn-themed propaganda, the AAP is not only undermining the public’s trust in its authority as a scientific organization. It is also creating legal risk for pediatricians who, perhaps in good faith, rely on its guidance.

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These institutions are being run by insane people.