#Dance Classes for Advanced Kids

[dear-ao3]

You can't hide the bit about starting a cult in the tags. We demand the story.

once upon a time i was a menace of a 15 year old taking high school chemistry. and this was not a particularly advanced chemistry class. we had ancient bunsen burners, occasionally we lit things on fire, sometimes there were chemicals involved, but for the most part, it was standard run of the mill shit.

the class was divided into two groups of people:

The Trouble Makers and the People Who Didnt Cause (many) Problems

as a mostly straight a and usually honors (when it wasnt science) student, i fell into the second category.

this class was 8th period, last period of the day, and the teacher was new that year. we will call him mr a.

mr a was on the younger side and seemed like a dude who wanted to have fun with us (essential for a science class). unfortunately he was teaching a batch of idiots (myself included).

its been several years so i dont remember the exact politics of this class, but i do know that it was populated by the two guys who stuck a pop tart still in the foil in the band room microwave and nearly lit the entire building on fire, a few class clowns, some very stereotypical football players, two guys who were positively dumb as bricks and constantly acted like they were on the verge or breaking up or getting back together (they were not dating at all. they were both and still are very straight), and then there was me and a few other girls who mostly just minded our business and watched the chaos unfold.

mr a's mistake was that he engaged with the insanity caused by The Trouble Makers. which resulted in even more insanity. he only lasted one year. he hated all of us but he might have hated himself more.

he did like me and my friends tho because again, we did not cause problems.

you might be wondering what kind of problems could be caused in a high school chemistry class. well lots. for starters one of the outlets in the room was taped over with NO JUSTIN! BAD JUSTIN! written on it because one kid thought it would be funny to stick scissors in the outlet in a different class (true story). there were broken beakers, smashed glass, general insanity. again, not an honors class so most of us didnt really care about it as long as we passed. there was one time he told us (jokingly) that we should only drink pepsi because his wife worked for the company and it would help fund his kids college career or something. two days later five guys came in with coke bottles. that was the kind of class this was.

but we still learned chemistry. probably. i dont actually know.

this guy taught lessons like he was reading a tumblr text post. like full on "so the guy hated that guy cause xyz and smited him in the science journals for this that and the other thing" it was entertaining.

i remember learning two things in this class. one was that salt is NaCl. which mr a called "our good friend nackle" the second we will get to in a minute.

one of the things we had to do in class relatively early on was decorate a periodic table that we would be allowed to use for tests. like color code and all that. we were allowed to use it for tests because there was a Giant periodic table hanging in the room and mr a was "too short to cover that up"

well, that periodic table proved to become his worst nightmare.

now. remember that i am 15. i am a sophomore in high school. i have not yet had to consider the horrors of college. i am at peace. aside from this chemistry class i am also taking a dance class (that i didnt like), ap english language (which was terrifying because im really bad at deeper meaning in texts), honors algebra 2 (which i Barely passed), latin III (another class i was pretty shit at, but it was fun), crafts 2 (which was wonderful), gym (thats a totally Other story) and honors united states history (which i loved). i was also dancing about 20 hours a week outside of school. but most of my schedule required me to be a good little honors student and mind my business. i was also, by all accounts, an absolute loser and a nobody and had very few friends and was totally unknown to most popular kids. however, you all know me on this blog and know im a little shit and it was only a matter of time before i caused problems Somewhere.

and that somewhere came one blissful day during 8th period chemistry when mr a asked me something about the number of electrons on carbon.

and i (to my credit) was entirely zoned out because again it was 8th period. but i gave him an answer. it was the right answer. what the answer is now i have no idea because i went on to get a ba degree in history and my eyes have not graced the periodic table since this class.

and then he asked me "how do you know thats the right answer"

and i said, in all my zoned out, infinite wisdom "it says so on the periodic chart"

isnt a periodic table? you might be asking.

well you are correct.

but you see. the giant periodic table above the front of the board at the front of the room was from the 70s. and it didnt say periodic table. it said "periodic chart of the elements"

and i, being zoned out, just read the damn name off of the thing because what the fuck else is a girl to do.

and mr a says "its a table. the periodic table."

and i, who have now zoned back in and realized my mistake, refuse to admit that i was just zoned out in class so i say, like any reasonable person, "then why does it say periodic chart up there?"

and mr a said "i dont know, its old."

and i said "well it says chart. so why cant we call it chart?"

and mr a said "because its a table."

and me, because im a little shit and also 15 and there were probably also 10 minutes left in the school day said "i think we should be allowed to call it a chart. it says so right there."

and well. that was all the go ahead the trouble makers in the class needed to hear.

from then on, it was the periodic chart. we all called it that. all of 8th period. and mr a HATED it. if you wrote chart on your test you got points taken off (which i never did because i wasnt an idiot but i would put little smiley faces next to my answer and he would draw a frown face when he graded my paper next to it). if you said it when you answered a question he would pretend he hadn't heard you.

it was such a phenomenon that it spread to his other classes. everyone called it the periodic chart. the scissors in the outlet kid. the pop tart kids. the football players. everyone. it was a chart. not a table. to this day i still call it a chart.

though, i think he was just mad that my cult (which he did call a cult, the periodic chart cult) was more successful than his stoichiometry cult. which was basically that we all had to repeat stoichiometry back to him every time he said it. that is the second thing i learned in this class. dont ask me what it is though, i just remember the name.

at the end of the year we parted ways, mr a silently glaring at me for my chart crimes, never to return to our school (probably because he got fired, unrelated to my chart crimes). despite this, he did still like me as a student, and i did get an a in his class, though it probably pained him to give it to me.

the following year i had physics in the same classroom, periodic chart overlooking me.

i used my iPhone 5c to take a photo of a white board and accidentally dropped it six inches onto the lab bench. the screen grayed out and it never turned on again.

the chart had cursed me for my hubris.

[sandywritesfics]

Dance To My Heart

After joining a dance class, the star dance student catches your eye, and she's grateful that she did.

Mina x Fem!Reader

Fluff, Light Angst, Panic Attack, Anxiety

4,254 words

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I sat at a traffic light, resting my chin on the steering wheel as I scanned the world outside my car windows. My eyes caught a building advertising dance classes on the second floor. The prospect of learning to dance seemed like a fun way to fill my free time with some sort of exercise. "I should go check it out tomorrow," I said to myself as I made my way home from work.

The next day, I walked into the dance studio to inquire about its classes. I opened the door during the middle of a class and was invited by the instructor to sit on the side to watch. I bowed as I took the opportunity to watch how the classes were run. I scanned the room and saw a window that displayed some of the trophies the dance studio had won. I was impressed by the number of trophies on display. Many of them read 'Ballet' on the base where a plaque was placed, but there were a variety of dance categories engraved on each trophy. I sat on the ground to watch the students as they practiced a dance routine.

That's when I saw her. She was extremely immersed in the routine. Her strong yet gentle gaze went over her own movements in the reflection of the mirrored wall they danced in front of. My eyes were glued to her, and I couldn't help but stare. As she looked at her reflection, her eyes caught mine. I looked away, embarrassed, and played it off by watching the rest of the students go over the routine with the instructor's help.

The music stopped as the instructor clapped to gain everyone's attention. She was going to teach the next part of the routine. My eyes fell on the student again. She stood up straight, shifting her weight to one side as she listened to the instructor's directions. Step by step, the instructor went over the motions, and she followed along immediately.

Again, they practiced the moves and after the class had the moves down, the instructor played the music to accompany the dance.

"Alright, here we go. Five, six, seven, eight," she counted off as she began dancing along, with the students following her moves.

I watched as some of the students fumbled or missed a step, wondering how I would compare to them. Then my eyes found her again. Her movements were precise. Her transitions, smooth. She nailed every move as the instructor had taught it. I snapped my head away, not wanting to get caught a second time. As the dancers stopped, so did the music.

"Alright everyone, let's take a break and we'll go over everything again before moving on." The instructor announced to the class. They dispersed to the side I was watching from, taking their water bottles to rehydrate and converse amongst each other.

The instructor waved me over. I got to my feet to meet her.

“So, what do you think of the class? Is it something you’re interested in?” She asked.

I looked back to the students, who mostly seemed younger than me, except for a few others, the girl included. “Is this an all-ages class?” I asked.

She smiled at me, “This one is our general class, which, yes, does include some middle school-aged students,” she explained to me. “It has a mixture of students with different experiences and levels of skill.”

I nod in interest, responding to her explanation.

“These classes are usually held Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at 6 pm for the school kids, but we do have some classes for older students, whichever fits your schedule. As you can see, there are older students in this class, like Mina.” The instructor motions to the student I had been staring at. “Mina is also in our advanced classes, so if you want something more challenging, that’s an option for you.”

“Oh no, I’m just a beginner,” I waved my hands to decline the offer, “I was just curious about this class.”

“Well, just know there are options,” she explained, “But I do suggest you start with this class if you are just starting.”

I nodded in agreement. “So when can I start?”

“I’m glad you’re so eager to start,” she smiled at my enthusiasm, “You can start this Thursday if you’d like.”

“Alright,” I bowed eagerly, “Thank you so much. I’ll be here on Thursday.”

The instructor smiled, “Of course. Oh, and if you want, you can watch till the end of this class.” She began to make her way to the front of the class, “Granted, you have the time to stay and watch.”

My eyes widened, “I would love to, but I should get going.” I bowed and started to head out. I drove home excited to start something new.

Thursday dragged on longer than usual as I excitedly waited for my shift to end. Nearing the end of my shift, I looked at my bag, which I had packed some gym clothes into before work. The clock ticked down the minutes until it hit 5. I clocked out quickly and headed to the bathroom to change into my gym clothes. “This should be fine, right?” I asked myself as I looked over my gym clothes.

I psych myself up as I stand at the foot of the stairs that lead to the studio. I walk up the stairs and stand at the door. My first day. It’s always the most exciting and nerve-wracking day. I walked into the studio and saw the students sitting by the storage cubbies in the nook by the door. They seemed more interested in their conversations than in the new face that walked in. I was relieved that I wasn’t being stared at and set my bag down in a cubby.

I noticed that the girl, Mina, if I remembered correctly, was sitting with the older students, already stretching. She nodded as they spoke to her and smiled as they conversed, seemingly enjoying themselves.

I wasn’t sure what to do with myself as I waited for the class to start, so I just sat in an open area by myself. To my relief, the instructor gathered everyone moments after I sat down.

“Alright everyone, I’m sure you’ve noticed the new face in the crowd,” she motioned to me. “She’ll be joining our class as a beginner, so please make her feel welcome.”

I bowed as the students turned to face me with smiling faces. I felt less intimidated when I saw the friendly faces greeting me. The introduction was brief as we went right into warming up with stretches.

I was amazed at the varying levels of flexibility, all surpassing mine, which was to be expected. But I couldn’t help but compare myself to everyone else. Some, like Mina, were doing full splits with ease. Others were closer to the ground than I was. As we proceeded with the stretches, I found myself stretching muscles I didn’t know I had.

After stretching our bodies out, we went into a freestyle dance warm-up. I looked around the class, confused, not exactly sure what I was supposed to do. I felt a tap on my arm and turned around to see a young girl.

“Don’t worry,” she reassures me, “It’s really easy. Just move your body however you want.” She shook her arms out.

I looked over to Mina, who, instead of focusing on her reflection, smiled as she bounced along to the beat of the music. My heart fluttered when I saw the joy on her face. Hers was contagious, and I bobbed my head with her. The instructor counted down and the studio was filled with various movements. Some sharp and precise, others smooth and flowy. I stuck with sidestepping while watching everyone else dance out any stress or frustrations they had. Just by watching Mina, I knew she genuinely enjoyed dancing. Her smile never left her face as she moved effortlessly to the beat of the music, getting lost in a trance. Only once the freestyle ended did her face slowly return to the serious one I had seen a couple of days before.

The instructor was very helpful and easy to follow. She would help the students who weren’t getting the moves down and walked them through the movements. Since they were practicing a routine that they had already been working on, she paired me up with Mina to catch me up to speed.

“Hi, my name is Mina,” she extended her hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”

I shook her hand and gave her my name. “Nice to meet you, too. Thank you for your guidance.” I bowed.

She waved her hand, “Oh, no need to be so formal.” She brought me up from my bow. “We're about the same age, right?”

“Still, I’ll do my best.” I made a slight bow and welcomed her instruction. She led me through the motions and tried her best to simplify the movements. I caught on quickly, but my moves needed work.

“Alright everyone, let’s break for 5 minutes.” I went to get my water bottle when the younger students took interest and began to introduce themselves. Their curiosity compelled them to interrogate me. I happily answered, taking a glance at Mina, who also had her own flock of children surrounding her. She smiled warmly as the children rambled on.

“She’s really good.” One of the younger students stated as she noticed my gaze, “All those trophies by the window have her name on them, or well, most of them.”

“Is that so?” I look back at the student, “Well then, I’m in good hands.”

“Sometimes I think she gets overwhelmed and overworks herself too much.” Another student joined as she let out a heavy sigh, “I just wish she would take better care of herself.”

The younger student added, “But that’s why she’s the best we’ve got. She works so hard.”

I look back at Mina and also start to worry about her. The instructor calls us back to resume the lesson.

After the class was over, we were dismissed. I grabbed my bag and pulled it over my shoulder. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. This could become a good pastime. Before I left, I noticed Mina asking the instructor if she could stay a bit longer to practice. The instructor seemed a bit hesitant to allow her to stay, but ultimately agreed. Being the star student must be tough.

After a month of attending the classes, I felt as if my flexibility was improving with every practice. My coworkers even comment on how I seem to be losing some weight and how much more energetic I seem. My plan to find a fun exercise worked out. Not only that, but I have gotten closer to many of my classmates, including Mina. She always seemed to push herself to perfection, and the more I watched her, the more apparent that became. Her seemingly unexpressive face hid a hint of joy in her eyes as she danced. Whenever she would help me with the choreography, she had a hard time simplifying it so that I could follow along. Fortunately, I learned quickly and would happily accept her help, but the way she demonstrated the moves was precise and detail-oriented. I could tell she took pride in getting every detail correct. During breaks, I would sit with her and entertain the younger kids who would flock to us.

“Alright,” the instructor called everyone over, “As you all know, if you read the group messages, we're having a performance next month. We’ll be holding a class on the Sunday before the event to go over the program and run it through in its entirety.”

I looked over to Mina, excited when I noticed her face remained serious. I could see the excitement in her eyes. I smiled as it seemed I wasn’t the only one looking forward to the event.

“Make sure to take note of the dress code as well. I expect everyone to be here on time,” the instructor clapped to dismiss us.

During the month of the recital, everyone began to take practice more seriously. In the blink of an eye, the Sunday rehearsal came. We went through each number as if we were performing. The ballet number that came next included Mina and two other older students. They made their way to the center of the studio, getting into position. The music started, and the girls sprang to life. They elegantly moved, gliding through the space in the studio. I watched in awe, despite having seen the number multiple times through practice. I could see that Mina, despite concentrating on the number, was enjoying herself. It seemed like things were going smoothly until Mina rolled her ankle during one of the jumps.

“I’m fine,” Mina responded as she got back up and went back into position before wincing at the weight put on her ankle.

The instructor stopped the music and pulled her to the side, “You won’t be able to perform if you don't rest. Your injury will just get worse. Now, please just take a break, Mina.”

“I said I’m fine,” she firmly stated again, “I need to keep going.”

The instructor sighed, “I can’t let you perform. You’ll rest or you won’t be able to perform at the recital.”

Panic set into her eyes as she looked around the room. Worried and concerned looks greeted her, and, for a second, we made eye contact. Mina ran out of the practice room, clutching her chest. Concern drove my body to follow after her, scurrying down the stairs to be by her side.

She hunched over on the sidewalk, her breathing was panicked and heavy. Both hands were gripping her chest as she fell into a ball at the bottom of the stairs. I immediately grabbed her tensed hands, pulling them to my chest to get her to face me. When her eyes met mine, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, hoping she would do the same. "It's ok, just take a deep breath and slowly breathe out. Just look at me and think about your breathing."

She began to follow my breathing, her clenched hands relaxed a little, and her wide, panicked eyes began to settle down.

Noticing her calming down, I continued to comfort her, "Mina, it's alright, you're alright."

Her voice barely above a whisper, "You saw my mistake, didn't you? How I rolled my ankle. I can't perform." Mina's voice wavered.

My brows furrow, "Mina, you’ll be able to perform. You just need a bit of rest."

"I don’t have time to rest!" She blurted out. "I’m the star student, I can’t get injured now."

"Mina," I was startled by her outburst. Her face was the most expressive I’ve seen.

"I’ll ruin the performance if I mess up." Her head hangs low.

I gently caress her hands, hoping to calm her down, "I'm sure you won't ruin the performance."

"How could you know that?” She takes in a deep breath, “If I mess up on stage, the audience will whisper among themselves. Wasn't she the one who won those competitions? How could she mess up a simple performance? I can hear their comments in my head."

"No one thinks you aren’t one of the best dancers we have." I firmly gripped her hands. "One mistake isn’t going to change that."

She let out a deep breath. "You weren't there, this isn’t the first time I’ve made a mistake."

"But I was just here, Mina.” I try to comfort her. “I saw you make that mistake in the studio, and not once did those thoughts cross my mind."

“You don’t have to lie to me,” She pulled her hands out of my grasp, “I saw everyone's disappointed faces.” She holds her head in her hands as tears begin to well in her eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m concerned for you. And luckily, this is just the rehearsal.”

"This rehearsal is how we are going to perform on stage!" She started, her frustration threatening to let her tears fall free, “Yet I still-”

"Mina!" I shouted.

She looked at me with wide eyes, not expecting me to raise my voice.

I lowered my voice when I got her attention, “When I first saw you dance, I was mesmerized. You made dancing look so easy. I thought, how can someone look so beautiful while dancing? Then, I saw all the hard work you put into improving your skills and how much you enjoy dancing. Of course, it looks easy when you put so much work into something you love. So please, don’t continue blaming yourself. One mistake is not going to define you.”

She looked down at her hands.

I wrap an arm over her and gently rub her shoulder, "Not everyone is out to get you. I promise. I’m worried about you.” I got embarrassed by what I said, "And so is everyone else." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

A small smile grew on her face as she slowly stood up, “Then I guess I need to stop feeling bad for myself.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I can’t let the people supporting me down.”

I smiled when she picked herself up, “That’s the spirit.” I could still see the doubt and worry behind her expression. How could something she enjoyed so much bring her this much pain? Was there any way I could help her? All I could do was to stand by her.

The day of the recital came in the blink of an eye. I met up with some of the others and gave them a ride to the venue. The venue was packed with family and friends who were invited to watch and strangers who saw our advertisements on social media. I even bumped into some coworkers I had invited to come watch. I made my way backstage, my nerves getting the better of me. I was greeted by everyone, and we all talked to calm our nerves before the performance. I saw Mina repeatedly going over the movements, mentally preparing herself for the performance. I got up and joined her.

“Mina,” I called to her, “How do you stay calm before a performance?”

She looked at me, seeing my tense movements as we practiced the moves. “I’m glad you think I’m calm.” She grabs my stiff hands, hers slightly shaking in mine. “I’m just as nervous as everyone else. But once I start dancing, my nerves seem to disappear.” She lets go of my hands and returns to practicing, motioning me to join her.

The instructor called everyone to get into position, the event was starting.

The lights dim as the audience begins to quiet down. I sneak a peek at the audience and feel the sea of eyes anticipating the opening performance. The daunting feeling of being watched sank back in as we were then queued to take the stage. I took a deep breath and decided to take Mina at her word. I’ll just dance. The music started as the lights illuminated the stage. I looked to Mina as she began to move the the rhythm. I could hear the count in my head and stayed on time. My body moved rigidly as I looked back at the audience. I concentrated on the count, and slowly I began to feel relaxed, dancing as my body told me. I looked at Mina, who looked back with a slight smile on her face. This is fun.

We received a loud and excited applause as we exited the stage for the next performance. My nerves settled as I began anticipating my next appearance.

After finishing the next dance number I participated in, I made my way to the side of the stage, brushing by Mina and the other dancers. I gave them a thumbs up, wishing them good luck. They elegantly made their way to the marked positions and waited. As the music cued, they began their routine. It was going smoothly, their form was perfect. Every arm movement was in sync, down to the way they seemed to glide across the stage. Their eyes were focused and gentle at the same time. Everything was going smoothly.

They jumped across the stage. Mina landed, almost rolling her ankle, stumbling instead. She regained her balance and continued with the dance. When she jumped for the second time, landing on the same foot, she fell to the ground as her ankle gave out under her. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the audience, whose concerned looks bore into Mina’s thoughts. She felt her chest grow tight as panic started to drown her. The whispers in her mind told her they were against her.

I cupped my hands around my mouth to yell her name, "MINA!"

Her head snapped in the direction of my voice.

I gave a wide smile and thumbs up with both my hands, mouthing the words, 'Don't worry, keep going.'

Mina looked back toward the audience when she saw that they were watching, waiting for her to get up to continue the performance. So she did. She got to her feet and caught up to the others, resuming the routine and finishing strong. The audience applauded the performance with cheers and whistles as if they had forgotten about the mistake she had made earlier. A smile grew on her face when she realized that no one in the crowd looked disappointed. She looked at me off stage to see my smiling face.

They hurried off stage, and as soon as she was out of the audience's sight, she hugged me tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered, “I’m glad you were here with me.”

I was shocked for a moment when her arms wrapped around my neck to embrace me, but after the initial shock, I hugged her back. “You don’t have to thank me. Give yourself some credit, you pushed through.”

“If you hadn’t shouted my name, I don’t think I would have been able to continue,” she said, turning her face away from my shoulder to flash me a smile.

The sweet moment of appreciation was cut short by the next number, which everyone participated in. Everyone rushed out to the stage and finished off strong, receiving loud applause from the crowd.

After the performance, everyone met up with their friends and family, being congratulated on their performance. I met up with my coworkers, who were also impressed with my skills, joking about also joining. I graciously accepted their compliments, getting a little shy. I excused myself as I went to search for Mina. I spotted her talking with some acquaintances. Her smile radiated as I’m sure they were praising her. Her eyes caught mine, and she bowed to her friends, greeting me with a smile. I jogged to her.

“Hey,” I stopped in front of her.

“Hey,” she replied with a smile. "I know I already told you this, but thank you.”

“I was just doing what anyone else would’ve done,” I replied to humble my actions.

She shook her head, “You don’t need to be so modest. You were the only one who let me know that you were supporting me instead of letting me assume everyone was against me.” She fixed her duffle bag on her shoulder. “If you keep that up, I might fall for you," Mina teased, chuckling to herself as we began to walk out of the venue.

I felt heat rise to my face, "W-well, if you don't mind, maybe we can go somewhere after class together," I took the opportunity to ask. "You know, to celebrate."

She looked at my red face with a quizzical look on her face, "Like a date?" She asked.

Our eyes met, and already being overwhelmed from asking her on a date, my eyes shot away to avoid eye contact, "Yeah, I guess it would be like a date." My eyes slowly found hers again.

Her eyes squinted as a warm smile grew on her face, "I'd like that." She pushed the door open and walked out the door.

I stood wide-eyed at the exit, completely dumbfounded. "She said yes," I said to myself, "Wait, she said yes?" I burst through the doors to catch up with her.

She laughed as I ran to ask her if she really agreed to a date. My face lit up with excitement when she agreed. I annoyed her with questions so that I could figure out where to take her.

“Did you not have a place in mind already?” She questioned, amused at my persistence.

I thought for a second before replying, “It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so not really.” I answered honestly.

She giggled at the honesty in my answer, “Well, you don’t have to think too hard. I’m sure wherever you take me, I’ll have a good time.”

“That’s unfair,” I saw her puzzled face after my statement, “You’re giving me too much hope.”

She let out a chuckle, “In all fairness, giving you hope would only try to repay the strength you gave me.”

As we walked to my car, I made sure to let her know that I would always be there for her, “If you let me stay by your side, I’ll give you all the strength you need.”

[reomikagekin]

Hello, may i request Till crushing on reader whos really popular? And is really pretty, till likes them since middle school and reader knows that but playfully rejects his advances:)? + courting stage maybe:3

Maybe, Eventually

Till had liked you since middle school.

You were the sun in the cafeteria—bright, confident, with a laugh that made people stop and smile. Everyone knew you, admired you, and maybe envied you just a little. You wore your popularity like armor, effortless and bold.

Till was the opposite—quiet, small, and easily overlooked. An artist who preferred pencil and paper over conversations or crowds. He was the kind of kid who blended into the background, except when he looked at you.

Because from the moment he saw you in eighth grade, something inside him shifted.

He never said a word about it. Not then. Not even when you caught him doodling your face in class.

High school started, and so did the subtle dance between you two.

You knew he liked you. You had to—he wasn’t exactly subtle. His cheeks flushed red whenever you passed by, and he’d stammer whenever you smiled at him. But instead of shutting him down, you liked to tease him gently, testing how far he’d go.

Like the day you found a note in your locker:

“You laugh like stars. – T”

It was awkward and sweet, and it made you grin wider than you expected.

Later, you caught him looking at you during lunch and whispered, “You know I don’t date people who stare at me like a tragic French poem, right?”

His face turned beet red. You laughed and walked away, your heart a little lighter.

Till’s notes kept coming.

Sketches of you caught in moments only he noticed: the way your hair caught the sunlight, the curl of your smile when no one was looking, the quiet sadness in your eyes after a long day.

He never signed more than a simple “– T,” always careful to keep his distance but never to disappear.

You found yourself saving every one, hiding them under your textbooks. You even kept a few tucked inside your jacket pocket, smelling faintly of charcoal and pencil shavings.

Your friends asked why you didn’t just say yes to him.

You smiled and shrugged, not sure what to say. You did like him—more than you’d admit—but you wanted to see where this could go.

One afternoon, after class, Till finally gathered enough courage to speak to you directly.

You were sitting in the courtyard, legs crossed, scrolling through your phone. He approached, hands nervously twisting a pen.

“Hi,” he said softly.

You looked up and grinned, “Hey, poet.”

“I was wondering… if maybe I could take you out sometime. Like a date. No notes, no drawings. Just me and you.”

Your heart fluttered. This was the moment you’d been waiting for.

You stood, stepping closer so your hair brushed his shoulder. “I thought you’d never ask.”

His eyes widened. “Wait, that’s a yes?”

You smiled, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Maybe. You’ll have to earn it.”

The courting began gently, with shy glances and stolen moments.

He brought you coffee during study halls, trying to appear casual but dropping the cup once in a while. You laughed quietly, touched by his earnestness.

You sat beside him while he sketched, sometimes peeking at his drawings only to blush when you realized they were all of you.

Once, he accidentally called you “beautiful” out loud in the hallway. He turned bright red, and you teased him relentlessly for a week.

You let him hold your hand once—just once—and he froze like you’d given him a treasure.

You teased him about his awkwardness, but secretly, you adored it.

One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky pink, you leaned on his shoulder during a school festival.

He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, his hand slowly wrapping around yours.

For the first time, the teasing faded, replaced by something softer and more real.

You whispered, “Maybe, eventually…”

He looked at you, hope shining in his eyes.

“Maybe, eventually,” he repeated, smiling like it was the most beautiful promise in the world.

[miaoua3]

Heyyy girl I hope ur doing well. Thank u for the amazing works ur doing it never fails to make my day and I love u for that 💗 anwys I'm so excited to ask u this...could u do a girl and boy dad cheol hcs(or whatever u called it) or one shot or both?! It's up to u which one u want to do first. Thank uuu in advance mwahhh 😚🤭

hii! first of, im so glad to hear that you enjoy my work, it always makes me happy when you guys say something like that, it’s the bigger part why i do this😭🫶 and sure i can, i will do hcs because at this point it’s my trademark haha. anyway i hope you enjoy this!❤️

Girl/Boy Dad! Seungcheol Headcanons:

girl dad! seungcheol who cried like a baby when they first placed his little girl in his arms, who cried even harder when she immediately stopped crying once she was placed on his bare skin, as if she knew that it was her papa who was holding her❤️

boy dad! seungcheol who made it a competition with you to make your son say “dada” as his first word, always whispering to his son “say ‘dada’, can you say dada? hm? cmon, make daddy proud son, if you say it dad will buy you every toy that you want to” he’s so…ijbol i can’t with him lmao

girl dad! seungcheol who can go nights without sleep if it means he can stay next to her crib the whole night every night, looking at her with eyes filled with so much love, gently rubbing his finger against her chubby cheeks, softly humming to her until he gets discovered by you and dragged back to bed because it is the third night in the row he has done this

boy dad! seungcheol who put hours and hours of work into decorating his son’s nursery, making his own stencils to paint on the wall, putting on those glow in the dark stars all over the ceiling❤️ (if you’re wondering the theme of the nursery is the universe, with little rockets and planets painted all over the walls)

girl dad! seungcheol who cries more than his daughter on her first day of school, who literally had to call in sick because he couldn’t stop crying, wailing to you how much he misses his little princess and how she isn’t ready for the real world (read: it’s not her that isn’t ready, it’s him)

boy dad! seungcheol who puts so much effort into his son’s interests-if he’s into football count on seungcheol to have a whole day reserved just for his baby where they will play football and he will show him how to do some tricks, he knows all his favourite characters, knows all the names of his plushies, knows everything about his son, he’s just so attentive with him it’s so-����

girl dad! seungcheol who has his first ever heartbreak when his girl comes home from school and admits that she has a crush on a boy from her class, he will literally go to the bathroom and stare at his reflection, trying so hard not to cry😭 that night you will have to assure him so much that he’s still her number one man and that she still loves him the most while he’s crying quietly (so so dramatic)

boy dad! seungcheol who has a talk with his son before he gets together with his first girlfriend about how he should treat women correctly and to not even think about doing anything stupid like cheating on her or something like that or he will be very disappointed in him

girl dad! seungcheol who cries like a baby on his daughter’s wedding day because what do you mean she officially won’t be sharing his last name with you two anymore? what do you mean she’s all grown up? what do you mean she now will have her own family and she won’t be able to pick up every call of his anymore because she will be busy with her own kids? he will cry so much on his day that the daddy-daughter dance will actually kill him

boy dad! seungcheol who is his son’s best friend and biggest fan and supporter, as well as his son’s biggest idol, so it’s only natural that his son makes him his best man on his wedding day, and what an honour it is to see how well his son has grown up to be, what a blessing it is that he turned out to be just as he predicted he would-and even more

dad! seungcheol who loves his kids unconditionally and raise them to be good people, who teaches them to choose their own happiness every day of their lives❤️

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this was so much fun to write! if you liked this and want to see the same about the other members pls request it, i would love to do it for all of them!

[lunarlilacmoon]

i’ve seen a few people doing requests now so i thought i would too🫣

maybe larissa and reader comfort fic, where reader has mommy issues (her mothers a teacher and she’s too)

rest is up to you

thanks in advance 🩷

First off thank you so much to the few that have already requested I am loving being able to do this! I hope to post on a regular basis but for right now I’m getting the hang of the flow! I’m very excited to bring people ideas to life so please don’t be shy and do not hesitate to request! I have another super exciting Wanda ask that I’m working on and will hopefully post later today!! With that being said enjoy more Rissa!

Her Perfect Girl

Larissa Weems X Fem!reader

Warnings: some smut, mommy issues (literally), fingering, sub space, more soft and focused on reader! Again if I forgot any I apologize sincerely.

Summery: Having a mother you constantly want to impress and make happy is exhausting. What’s even more exhausting than that? Working with said mother as well! When Larissa witness a troubling exchange with you and your mother she takes extra steps to relieve your stress and show you just how impressed she is with all your hard work!

Apologies if there are any spelling errors it is 7 am and I still haven’t gone to sleep from yesterday lol!

A knock at the door pulled my from my trance grading papers. I rubbed my eyes looking towards the door expecting a student to walk in but to my pleasure it was Larissa.

“Hi!” I perked up instantly shooting her a smile!

She made her way around my desk planting a kiss on my head.

“How’s your day going my love?” Her eyes cast down to my desk flittering over the tests.

“Just finishing up grading tests from yesterday! What happened? I thought you had a meeting with the mayor this afternoon?” I reached for her hand running my fingers along hers just enjoying the feel of her.

“I did but unfortunately he ate something bad for breakfast and has called it an early day so we rescheduled for next Wednesday instead.” She huffed out clearly annoyed.

“Rissa” I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out, “he can’t help if he gets sick.” I teased.

“Men are such babies about being sick!”

“Hey now! I’m a baby when I’m sick!” I pouted up at her.

“Mm yes but you’re adorable and they are not, there is quite a difference!” She gazed lovingly at me.

Before I could continue our sweet moment the door swung open and I dropped Larissa’s hand in shock. It’s not that the school didn’t know about us, I just tried to keep it professional until school hours were over to avoid any issues that could arise. The thought of a student seeing PDA from us made my anxiety sky rocket but when I realized who the form was I soon was wishing it was a student.

“Mom?” My voice wasn’t hiding my surprise.

“You weren’t at the lounge for lunch so I wasn’t able to talk to you about some of the material I’ve noticed you teaching the kids. Now I know there are a few different things you have to incorporate to allow room for the new curriculum but do you really think wasting an entire semester for werewolves is proactive for the children? When I taught this class a simple week and a half course was plenty enough to get through everything important!” She zeroed in on me completely missing Larissa or greeting apparently.

“I- well hello to you too. Yes mom I do think a semester is reasonable to cover werewolves as I have a handful in my class and I do believe it is just as important for them and their peers to know everything a werewolf goes through. There are important things your old curriculum left out that I deem valuable for my students to know.”

“Darling I know you are excited because this is your second year teaching but you are going to burn yourself out with this unnecessary stuff!”

I was growing irritated with this dance. It’s one we perform often. No matter how close I am to the finish line of being good enough it just seems to stretch a little further with each step.

“The heating cycles is not something that is “unnecessary” for them to know! I understand that may have been something you found uncomfortable to talk about but unfortunately it’s something many of these young wolves will deal with and not giving them proper education before it’s too late can and will be detrimental to their social and mental health. Just because they come from families of wolves doesn’t mean everything like that is talked about.” I argued back refusing to back down on my point.

“You are so stubborn sometimes you that all I’m trying to say is you are trying to hard to get praise from whomever and you are going to crash and burn, then what? You did so good last year following my steps, keep doing that it will keep you on track!”

“Miss Moore I do believe you have a class starting in two minutes perhaps you should be on your way?” Larissa’s voice came from behind me spooking me slightly as I had forgotten she was there for a moment.

“Yes of course Headmistress, I just simply wanted to swing by and keep my daughter on track for a perfect year!” She smiled tightly at Larissa and I was ready for the ground to swallow me up. Though she said nothing unprofessional her tone wasn’t hiding her distance for Larissa stepping into “family business”.

“As grateful as I am to you for your support to staff perhaps you should work on your own class, because if I do recall correctly you didn’t score very well on your last evaluation. So let’s work on keeping you on track for a perfect year!” Larissa flashed her signature pearly smile and I swear the room was so silent I could hear both of their breaths.

Even if she wanted to say anything more Larissa was still her boss at the end of the day, and while she can be a bitch she isn’t stupid so my mother turned without a word and left the room. As soon as she was gone I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and I felt Larissa’s hand on my shoulder.

“I am so sorry she get really nit picky when things aren’t “perfect” in her eyes and she forgets herself with others. She’ll apologize after her class when she realizes how she acted!”

“Are you okay?” Larissa’s eye peered softly down at me.

“Me?” I responded shocked. “I’m fine! This is like a monthly thing! She has a little break down every couple weeks and has to make sure our image is perfect.” I laughed patting her hand.

“Oh my baby I’m so sorry.” She hummed stroking my hair.

Jesus fucking christ I was weak for this woman. A few words and she had me like putty.

“Oh no please don’t apologize Rissa really it’s okay! That wasn’t even a bad episode!” I realized my mistake once the words left my mouth.

“Pardon?” Her face grew firmer.

“Nothing…” My voice softened and I turned back to the papers. “I um, I should finish these up, I’ll be done in about an hour or so if you want to pop into town for a bite to eat?” I offered picking up my pen.

As nervous and embarrassed she saw even a small ugly part of my mother I couldn’t help how her getting protective of me like that made me feel. Like she could and would destroy the world for me. It slipped me straight into sub space but I had work to finish.

Before I could even hover the pen over the test her hand was pressed over mine pushing the pen back down.

“Mm no I don’t think so darling. Her words may not have been nasty but she hurt your feelings again, I can’t let you continue the day with hurt feelings. What kind of girlfriend would I be.

I felt her lip on my neck and I gasped intertwining my fingers with hers.

“Rissa we can’t, not here!” I gasped and she nipped at my skin.

“A quick reminder of how perfect you are is allowed anywhere, anytime.”

I had no time to think or speak before she had me spun around as she sank to her knees in front of me.

“Rissa please really it’s okay I-.” My words were ignored and I was cut off by her pulling my dress up over my thighs as they were spread about.

All words were caught in my throat as she played with my panties moving them side to side before pulling them away and licking a strip from my entrance to my clit.

“Holy shit!” I gasped out slamming my hand over my mouth as she devoured me.

I held my mouth shut as tight as I could trying to keep all the sounds in hoping no one would pass through the halls right now. Her tongue alternated between circling my clit and fucking me. Occasionally she would suck on my slit and my whole body would shake.

“You are such a good girl baby! So perfect for me!” She praised between my lips as my head lolled back.

“Look at me princess. Look at me while you cum like my perfect girl.”

She latched onto my clit and slid two fingers into my pumping to reach the spot she knew so well and within seconds I was cumming undone all over her face while she watched me the whole time through. My body spasmed as I came down and she pulled away slowly.

“See look at how perfect you are! You did so well and listened so perfectly just like you always do! Cause you’re mommy’s perfect girl!” She cooed kissing my lips. “Now let’s get you as clean here as we can and then I’ll help you finish grading after we take a bath together how does that sound?”

“Perfect!” I smiled smashing my lips on hers again.

[matchadobo]

Hello cha :) congrats on the 500 followers! ❤️‍🔥

Can i request the forced proximity dialogue 2? I'm thinking maybe in a camping setup and Y/N's tent would be compromised and she'd have to move to Kid's 🤭. Kid would be soooo worried but of course, he'd be tsundere about it 🤣🤣🤣🤣

KIDD; on the same tent

wc: 1381

dialogue: "never figured you for this much of a cuddler."

warning/s: fluff, sleeping together (like actually sleeping wwwww), cuddling, nothing really intense, wrote this with the thought of fem reader but gn could apply :)

eustass kidd has a crush on you. but he fucks you up so bad and always makes it his mission to annoy the absolute shit out of you–it's the only way he knows how to get your attention.

he got on you nerves, really. he was always first to counter you so you could have a back and forth with him and you hate how he's so smart and witty with it. he always one ups you and shows off how great he is, as if he's always trying to rile up a competition with you. and with the teasing, he never misses to fluster you and make you lose your tongue because he always hits the right pressure points with you.

it's a wonder you guys are in the same friend group but somehow hates each other's guts, not kidd though–matter of fact, he's crazy for you and everyone knows it but you.

so when your class went out camping for a project in a course, you made it your mission to stay as far away as possible from him.

"you're really gonna set up your tent up there while the rest of us are down here? terrain ain't lookin' fine in there." kidd peeked up the small cliff that leads to flat ground where you picked your tent spot. "thought you were smart."

"i'm missing the part where it's your business where i place my tent." you didn't spare him a glance, busying yourself with setting up your tent.

kidd raised his hands to surrender, leaving you be but is still keeping an eye out for you. soon enough, the class carried on with some camping activities: roasting barbecue and singing by the fire. until one of you guys whipped out cases of beer and gave everyone their share. that's when things got a little too out of hand.

everyone let loose, some showed different parts of themselves like being loud or dancing too much. someone almost got caught fire. you were no different either, your once reserved self let off a little too much steam and it got people looking. kidd was watching you the whole time. and so was the other guys who had their eye out for you.

so when kidd noticed a group of idiots advancing towards you, he was first to butt in and sit beside you—taking the place they were oh so desperate to take in a heartbeat.

"feelin' lightheaded, shortcake?" kidd blurted out, chugging off his beer bottle dry. "seems you can't hold your alcohol well, aye?"

"stop talking, my head hurts." you waved your hand tiredly, not even thinking who you're talking to.

"weaklings shouldn't fuck around rum, you're makin' a fool of yourself." kidd snatched the bottle off of your grip effortlessly. for the record, you were too drunk to have a proper grip.

"jackass." you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself up to stand but stumbling over your steps embarrasingly. kidd almost caught you but some bastard butted in, offering to take you to his tent since his is just near and yours is pretty far away. the bastard was spouting bullshit so you can get some rest. kidd sensed something foul with this one and he was quite literally seething.

you wouldn't agree either way, but you were too weak to protest. guess it was a bad idea having rum for the first time, especially in the wild like this. but before you could decline, you ended up puking on the guy.

he soon exclaimed in disgust, latching off of you as he padded off his puke-coated shirt. immediately getting turned off by you.

kidd exploded into maniacal laughter, falling over his seat as he watched the scene unfold. he found it hilarious. "i was gonna let you run off but seems you lost your ticket."

you ignored him. but instead, you don't know what came over you because you faced and gestured at him," mine's too far away so i'll sleep in yours." you made a beeline to it, not even waiting for his response and headed straight to his tent. kidd sobered up immediately to chase after you. cuz god forbid you would do this fucking sober.

before kidd could pull you out, you were already settled, fast asleep on his sleeping bed. it was a mistake that he rolled it out way too early. but he wouldn't let you sleep anywhere else either.

he sighed and zipped up the tent, still settling outside with his mates and leaving you be. he kept an eye out his tent the entire time while he was screwing around with his friends by the fire.

once it got late and the alcohol kicked in, kidd headed to his tent because his body felt heavy. but it seems no one was aware you're in his tent, no one mentioned anything about it.

kidd found you snoring and cuddled up in his sheets, he laughed to himself realizing he's got nowhere to sleep now that you've comfortably taken up his place. but he was way too tired to argue, and he wouldn't want to snatch the covers off of you when you looked that comfortable.

so he just zipped up his sweater and lied next to you, keeping a certain distance so as to not wake you up or give you the wrong idea. what baffled him more was that you were gradually scooting closer to him and nestling in his arm. as if forcing yourself closer to his torso and into his embrace.

that's why kidd decided to fuck it and just pull you close, he needs some sort of warmth. plus, you taking up his place would be enough reason for him to do this to you. something to get even with, on his eyes. his arm around your shoulder and as you subconcnsciously entangled your limbs with him. he soon drifted off to sleep and snored the night away.

until you woke up at 5 in the morning when you start to see the gradual lightening of the skies. you almost shot up your position when you pieced everything together and realized you were fucking sleeping and fucking cuddling with eustass kidd.

but you couldn't even move, because he kept you firm in place. it seems as if he's aware you're awake.

"never figured you for this much of a cuddler." you can hear the grin on his tone. "look how much you're latching on to me."

you finally garnered the strength to escape his grip, or he just let loose and decided to stop fucking with you. once you did, he put on a fake wince from the numbness of his arm as a result of you using it as a pillow the entire night.

"nothing else happened, right?" you asked out of absolute fear, looking over your shoulder.

"what difference would it make? minutes ago, we're so comfortable, ain't we?" his morning voice wasn't helping either. his voice was already deep and the certain drop and hoarseness of it was messing with your brain. the fact that his cologne latched onto your sweater and clung into your nares was enough to leave your mind in a flurry.

"kidd, be fucking real." you pushed him, irritated at his cockiness once again.

"hey, don't go hostile on me. you're the one who went here on you're own, fuckin' grabbed all my shit and slept with it. not to mention, you clung onto me like a damn koala bear. if i had anythin' to do with this, you'd shiver to death outside my tent." he grabbed his pillow and the blanket you once hoarded to go back to sleep. but that's not true, it'd be him shivering outside if that were ever the case.

"should've just asked me to leave. i'll go now." you gave up, not even wanting to talk to him about this.

"and let everyone see you got out my tent? now, isn't that somethin' to talk about." he was cocky, arrogant as he spelled it out for you. this motherfucker is enjoying this.

he's right. fuck, just like that again. he keeps giving you reasons to agree with him, just like in any other situations you two are in. you're starting to think that he's intentionally putting you two in these situations to just piss you off. but clearly, you screwed up this time.

"so what do you want me to fucking do?!" you turned to him, pushed on edge as you realized you're trapped in here with him.

"get back to bed." he shut his eyes with one arm spread out, almost like an invitation. he was slowly drifting off to sleep as you lose your head over this ordeal. "wouldn't hurt to cuddle a bit more if we've been doin' it the entire night."

SHIIIIT i got inactive again 🙇‍♀️

thank you for the request anon! 🌷 sorry for the long wait 😭🫰

first of all everything happened all at once i'm tellin ya ✋🥵 finals happened and we had a looooot of projects and up until now i'm still enjoying my vacay (rotting in my bed). i haven't had the will to pick this up but here we are <3 i hope to release more stuff hihihi i've also finished the cookbook thing so that's something to look forward to 😍

againnn very sorry for those who are waiting, but little by little i hope to get inspired again 💪🤩

if you're interested for my 500 follower event, you can check out this post. so far i still have 6/15 slots overall 🫰

[sy-on-boy]

My 2 cents on the plot / thematic relevance of Ch 95

This is not about advancing Plot B or showing Anya's school life (which is still true but has been discussed), but rather the overall theme of education and war. There was an excellent post about how Eden is at the frontline of the cold war and it is subtly shown through the innocent lens of the first graders (I can't find it now, would link it if I could). And I think that perfectly applies to Ch 95.

Quick recap on some references about education/students/war throughout the series (that I remember at the moment):

Sylvia gravely condemning the Berlint University Student Terrorists during the Doggy Crisis arc (Ch 20) and saying "did you learn nothing about war at your university?"

Henderson talking about his experience as a history teacher (Ch 27.5, Short Mission 4) and quote: "Yes, well, I have always maintained that there is nothing to be learned from the memorization of time lines. From the grand efforts with which our forefathers crafted society to the foolish notions that sent them racing to war, to not study the human element at history's root is to not understand history at all"

Note that Damian's best subject has been established to be history, and his family (father) has been involved in war, at least Donovan was PM during most of the war (established by Melinda in Ch 91). Donovan is also a graduated Imperial Scholar (Ch 64).

The Red Circus group started out as a peaceful student demonstration "advocating for peace and quality" (Ch 72) and "speaking out to protect the weakest members of our society". And Billy Squire said, "We were a respectable movement that fought for our cause with respectable means. It was the state that turned violent against us. So I'm not taking criticism from a member of the establishment (referring to Henderson, an educator). I'm gonna see to it that they reap what they've sown." Billy's daughter Biddy was killed by the state at a protest.

Less of a point, but Becky is the daughter of the CEO of a major military manufacturer. Despite their very likely involvement in military conflicts because they sell arms, the Blackbell cohort has been depicted positively so far: Becky being a kind, wonderful friend to Anya, Becky's father doting on her, and Martha again being kind and dignified (and also being an ex-soldier and acquainted with Henderson).

Eden Academy is a major setting for SxF and the themes of politics, education, and war are embedded in it. The students involved in protests/groups are older (the university students, Billy's daughter), but the political implications remain even among the youngest of the students— the first graders.

Hence, Ch 95. When mere first graders are shown to fight to gain connections, which can be political as pointed out by Henderson: "In the world of politics, dances serve as major social events". But of course, they are kids, so they see it more playfully and innocently, especially Becky with her shipper lens on.

Of course, there is also the aspect of getting to know other people better out of interest (the boys asking Anya and Becky to dance because they were impressed after the bus hijacking). But as people have mentioned, nobody mentions this to Damian despite him being equally involved in saving the class (all three of them got a star). The girls aren't interested in Damian as a person, they're interested in him as an asset because of his family and their power.

And I can see the teachers trying to diffuse the tension and create camaraderie with their friendly competition. To me, this reads as the teachers fully realizing "the battlefield of political maneuvering", and they want to remind the kids to have fun, to show good sportsmanship, to unite the kids, to operate as a class and be friendly with one another, and overall make it more lighthearted. It's nice to see the classes work together and get excited / win as a unit, especially compared to the more "individual" bits of fighting for a dance partner later.

We get a bit of comparison between Bill and Damian, with Bill showing good sportsmanship while Damian scoffs at him. But Damian ends up becoming ultra competitive and telling his classmates to not screw it up.

Like the Dodgeball chapter, Damian is clumsily attempting to lead the class by doing good in his quiz, while getting stressed and yelling at his peers when they don't succeed like he did. So he's not really a good leader. Like how him being good at history does not necessarily mean he is good at being peaceful (Short Mission 4 ends with Henderson staring in exasperation at Damian + Anya bickering with each other). But obviously, he is merely a child, and he is naturally immature.

At first Loid is all for advancing Plan B and analysed Anya's suitors in a rational (reductionist?) way by ranking them in terms of gaining intelligence, but he remembers this is just a dance, Anya is a kid, and she should do whatever she wants. Loid (and the adults) are very aware of the political side of the gala, but ultimately they want the kids to have fun and not worry / worry less about politics.

Because they're kids! They'll grow up and learn more and be politically active later, but right now, they're just kids. Kids who don't know much about the world but are eager to make the world a better place.

In the end, we get a panel of Anya and Loid "teaming up" to win Damian's hand for Plan B / world peace. The Damian-Anya dynamic is cushioned with the silly crushy feelings, but underneath it, Operation Strix continues to be a core motivation.

I find it interesting that Endo chooses to focus on the first graders and their innocent view of the world / politics. It's embedded everywhere and especially in a prominent school like Eden, but the kids don't really realise it / realise the severity of it. Heirs and heiresses are educated at Eden and grow up to have incredible influence and the power to shape the world. Our protagonist's best friend comes from a family that manufactures arms. Henderson mentions the importance of learning history to avoid making the same mistakes (ie. war).

So Ch 95 is a cute prom chapter. But I think it also helps to show the themes underneath the fun, bubbly interactions.

[kaoriartss-blog]

Starburst

Chapter 20: "Class in Session"

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in Spanish and to Ao3 in English.

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

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The Knowing Brothers set was prepared with more energy than ever. Cameras were rolling, and the staff couldn't hide their excitement at having the full Stray Kids group and Lia in the studio. The chairs in the classroom were packed, and the excitement was contagious.

Kang Ho-dong was the first to speak as soon as they entered:

"Woah! Today we have not one, not two, but nine idols in the room! Welcome, Stray Kids and Lia!"

"Annyeonghaseyo!" everyone greeted with a synchronized bow, although Han stumbled a little, prompting immediate laughter.

Lee Soo-geun looked at them mischievously.

"Lia-ssi, you're new here. What's it like living with these eight walking chaos?"

Lia laughed, locking eyes with Minho and Felix.

"It's like living on a 24-hour comedy show. They don't let me get bored."

Heechul chimed in with a raised eyebrow.

"And haven't you fallen in love with any of them?"

There was a pause. Everyone laughed nervously as Seungmin faked a cough, Hyunjin hid his face behind his notebook, and Changbin leaned back dramatically.

"Next question!" Chan joked, causing a burst of laughter.

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First test of the day: "Who knows Lia best?"

The screen showed several questions prewritten by Lia, and the kids had to answer on whiteboards.

First question: My favorite Korean snack?

"Tteokbokki!" most wrote, except for Jeongin, who put honey butter chips.

"Correct!" Lia shouted, surprised. "Jeongin knew!"

"Because you steal them every time I eat them," he replied with a triumphant smile.

Second question: What's the hardest part of me to accept?

Everyone here became more serious.

Felix wrote: Your tendency to push yourself too hard.

Hyunjin: Your insecurity about fitting in.

Chan, without saying anything, wrote: Your voice... when it's the most beautiful thing you have.

Lia looked at them, visibly moved.

"They're all good... but Chan's touched my heart."

--

Random talent round.

"Now everyone will show off a hidden talent!" Heechul announced.

Minho showed how he could imitate a cat meowing while dancing.

Han beatboxed video game sounds.

Lia did some Taekwondo moves and demonstrated how high she can kick even in high heels, bringing everyone to their feet.

"That's going to break the internet!" Soo-geun exclaimed.

---

Final Moment: Secret Letters

Before the show ended, the hosts gave everyone a piece of paper.

"We want each of you to write a line for someone in the group... but don't say who it's for."

Lia, after some thought, wrote:

"Thank you for looking at me like I'm the only miracle in your day."

Changbin wrote:

"I hug you silently every time I see you hesitate."

Hyunjin:

"Your eyes shine brighter when you laugh. And I know because I watch them all the time."

The hosts read some of them aloud, leaving the audience and viewers with a mixture of laughter and sighs.

---

As the episode closed, the host summarized:

"We've never seen a group with such a strong connection. Not just musically, but humanly!"

Lia spoke up:

"I think that's why this album is called Connections. Because it's who we are. And what we want to share."

The van taking them home was unusually quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence, but one filled with thoughts, stifled laughter, and meaningful exchanges of glances.

Lia was leaning on Seungmin's shoulder, who looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a small smile. Across from them, Hyunjin absentmindedly played with Lia's fingers as their hands briefly met while passing her a bottle of water. Changbin, sitting next to her, watched her breathing become calmer and calmer as she closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he murmured in her ear, his voice hoarse from the tiredness and excitement of the day.

"Yeah... I'm just happy," Lia whispered, her fingers searching for his. They intertwined naturally.

---

Upon arriving home, some went straight to their bedrooms, but others stayed in the living room, unwilling to let the day end just yet.

Felix plopped down on the couch next to Lia.

"Did you notice how we were all on edge during the entire show?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah. It's not like it used to be..." she replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

He watched her for a few more seconds, and without saying anything, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, then leaned in and placed a slow kiss on her forehead, leaving her skin prickling and her heart fluttering.

"I'm going to sleep before I do anything more daring," he joked softly and stood up with a mischievous smile.

---

In the kitchen, Jeongin was making himself some tea when Lia came in looking for water. As soon as they looked at each other, the atmosphere changed.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked, turning to her with his usual calm tone, but a more intense gaze.

"A lot. I felt... free."

He nodded, approaching with his steaming cup.

"What if this freedom... also means I can do this?" he asked, his voice barely audible, letting his hand rest gently on her waist.

Lia looked at him, her eyes searching for any doubt, but found only tenderness. She leaned toward him, and this time she was the one who kissed him. Soft, slow, and with a connection that burned without haste.

As they broke away, Jeongin rested his forehead against hers.

"I'll have sweet dreams tonight."

---

In the hallway, Lia went to get something from her room, but stopped when Chan came out of his own.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep. "Can't you sleep?"

"Not yet," she replied, moving closer.

Chan took her hand and silently led her to the small rehearsal room, the lights off, only the blue illumination of the hallway seeping through the door.

The background music came from her phone, something instrumental and soft.

Without words, they began to sway slowly to the melody, their bodies pressed together. Their hands explored each other confidently, unhurriedly. Chan's forehead rested on hers, their noses touching.

"You know?" he whispered. "I like it when we don't have to talk. Just... feel."

The kiss they shared was different. Deeper. As if sealing a silent commitment between the two.

---

Later, as Lia walked toward her room, a door opened.

Minho was there, wearing a light robe, staring at her silently. She stopped, her eyes connecting with his. Without needing words, he offered her his hand.

They just lay together in his bed, side by side, their bodies touching intimately but serenely. Minho silently stroked her hair.

"I just wanted to sleep with you... like this. Feeling you real."

Lia snuggled into his chest and let herself be carried away by that feeling of warmth, of belonging.

She settled onto the mattress, facing him, still dressed in her light pajamas. Minho, his robe open just enough to reveal her chest, watched her with a mixture of tenderness and restrained desire. They didn't need to speak; the silence that surrounded them spoke louder than any words.

Their fingers met between the sheets, gently intertwining. Minho slowly slid his hand up her arm, to her shoulder, caressing her as if her skin were fragile. His eyes remained fixed on hers, as if asking for permission with every gesture.

When he kissed her, it was with overwhelming sweetness. A warm, slow touch that deepened as their hearts raced. Lia responded fearlessly, opening her lips to receive him, feeling his breath mingle with hers. Their bodies moved closer instinctively, as if they were made to fit together.

Minho sat up slightly to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, not from hesitation, but from suppressed emotion.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," Lia said with a small smile, taking his hand and placing it on her waist. "I want this. I want to be with you, like this."

The air grew thicker, charged with a desire they could no longer hide, nor would they hide. Minho kissed her again, this time more intensely. His lips descended along her neck, leaving a trail of heat. His patient hands began to slide the strap of Lia's blouse down, caressing her exposed shoulder. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation.

When their bodies were finally naked, there was no shame, only a sense of mutual surrender. Minho watched her for a few seconds, his breath ragged, admiring her with a mixture of wonder and reverence. Lia caressed his face, guiding him toward her.

"I can't believe Hyunjin was the first... I'm so jealous..." he murmured against her skin, leaving soft kisses along the path he traced with his lips. "But now, you're all mine."

He descended down her body with slow kisses, caressing her with his lips and hands. Lia arched her back under his attentions, her fingers clutching the sheets as he patiently explored every corner.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin, unable to take his eyes off her. Lia felt embarrassed; Minho's gaze was quite intense, so she covered her eyes with her hands. "Don't hide, look at me."

"Minho~"

When she called his name in a sigh, he kissed her lips again, carefully settling between her legs.

His plan was to prepare her properly, but he felt he couldn't hold back any longer; just seeing her like that was already almost over the edge.

Their gaze met one last time as he took a small silver envelope from the nightstand and placed it inside her. And when Minho entered her, he did so Slowly, taking the time to feel her, to allow her to feel him. Lia exhaled deeply, clinging to his shoulders, their bodies merging in a gentle, almost meditative sway.

They moved with a rhythm that didn't obey urgent desire, but rather the silent love they had been building. Each moan was drowned in a kiss, each caress answered with another, as if writing a new language on each other's skin.

The climax came like a warm wave, enveloping them at the same time, their bodies trembling and their lips still joined. Minho hugged her tightly, breathing deeply against her neck, and Lia said nothing, just closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by his warmth.

They remained that way, still without separating, until their breathing calmed. Minho slowly stroked her back while she played with the strands of her hair.

"I didn't know it could feel like this..." he murmured, kissing her collarbone.

"Nor I..." Lia said, her voice still shaky but filled with peace.

And that night, they didn't sleep at all. They lay between whispers and silence, caressing each other under the sheets, as if time had stopped just for them.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Tap Down | n.r x w.m

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings: Natasha has a penis, semi-public sex, quickie, fingering, praise kink, degrading kink, blow job, face painting (ehe), daddy kink, a bit of edging, Nat being a horny mf, lmk if I missed something

Summary: Wanda decided to enrol herself to a tap dance class, a childhood dream of hers and Natasha had a deep sexual reaction to it.

A/N: so this is based on a request from a friend and I hope I delivered. 🫣

╰┈➤ Masterlist

Taking on the role of being an avenger has been quite a tough journey for Wanda. The tough training alone is physically demanding, but the reward comes from being able to help her team during missions that require her unique powers. To bring some balance to her superhero life, Wanda decided to join a tap dancing class—a dream she had as a kid.

When she was younger, Wanda really wanted to pursue dancing, but life often got in the way. Surprisingly, she managed to fit this interest into her busy life as an avenger, creating a nice break from all the action.

Excitedly sharing her tap dancing plans with Natasha, Wanda was met with a really positive response that warmed her heart. She talked about how, as a child, she used to beg her mom to support her dancing dreams. Natasha, understanding the need for a life outside of avenging, not only cheered Wanda on but also helped her find the best dance class in New York, showing true support for her girlfriend's passions.

Natasha had to take Wanda to her first dancing class because she had a meeting at SHIELD. Wanda was super excited for the day and gave Natasha a kiss goodbye. Carrying her duffle bag, Wanda entered the class with a ton of energy, making it feel like she could light up the whole city.

The class was pretty easy-going. The instructor started with the basics and then gradually moved on to dance sequences, which Wanda really liked. Wanda, being all pumped up, had practised a dance routine in advance in the compound. The instructor noticed her natural talent and let her show off her skills. This made a good impression on the class. Little did Wanda know, Natasha was watching her with proud and bright eyes, happy to see her girlfriend gaining confidence in her newfound talent. A pang of arousal shot through her and is plotting ideas for the night to come.

The first session ended, and Wanda was feeling pumped up and proud of herself. She didn't quite feel the exhaustion in her body due to the excessive training that she's having at the compound. She has to thank her girlfriend for her relentless workout since it's definitely paying off not just during missions, but also in her dance class.

"Wow, you did so good on your solo routine," Natasha complimented as she's approaching Wanda. "I'm not even the only one who was amazed by you, sweetheart."

Feeling suddenly shy, Wanda blushed at her girlfriend's compliment. "Thank you,Natasha. It just comes all natural to me."

Both women made their way to the shower room, and Natasha waited and sat on the nearby bench. Her mind is replaying how relaxed and confident Wanda was in her natural element. It also made her remember her days being a ballerina. Although those days do not bear any good memories so she set them aside and brought her attention back to her little witch.

Unsurprisingly, her dick twitches every time she imagines Wanda's perfect lithe body, under the spray of hot water. Her mind is playing tug of war on whether she should go inside the shower room and have her way with Wanda. However, her thoughts were interrupted by the girl whom she is currently salivating over.

"Natasha. I'm ready."

Freshly showered, Wanda's cheeks were flushed due to the hot water that soothed her muscles. Natasha found it extremely cute and decided to give in to her dirty thoughts.

"Wear your tap shoes for me?" Natasha requested with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Uhh. Why?" Wanda was suddenly perplexed by Natasha's request especially when they were about to go home.

Natasha looked around and was satisfied to see that they were alone. "Do you trust me?"

That question alone is loaded. It got Wanda thinking what is it that Natasha wants to achieve here?

"You know I do." Wanda responded while sitting on the bench to tie back up her tap shoes.

The moment Wanda had finished tying her laces, she was immediately hoisted up by Natasha which made her yelp in surprise and she wrapped her legs around her waist. Wanda will never get over how strong her girlfriend is and takes pleasure in being manhandled. What surprised her even more is when she felt Natasha's bulge touching her ass and can't help but to tease her a bit.

"You're hard already huh?"

A mild slap on Wanda's ass reverberated in the small shower room and her back was planted on the nearby wall.

"You turned me on much. Let me fuck you real quick in here, baby." Natasha whispered in her ear and proceeded in sucking on her neck.

A loud moan came out of Wanda's mouth and had a mild panic when she that they could be heard. She turned on the shower head with her magic so the sound of water hitting the floor will cover up her moans.

Natasha made a quick move to pull down her zipper as her dick is aching to be set free. Wanda flicked her wrist to help her girlfriend be free of the confines of her pants and boxer shorts so they can get going with their quickie. Thankfully, Wanda was only wearing a skirt and Natasha pulled her panties to the side. The widow didn't even check if Wanda was wet enough for her and immediately penetrated her hole in one swift thrust.

With her back arched against the wall, Wanda moaned sinfully at the sudden intrusion of Natasha's big dick and oh, the burn felt so damn good and would never complain by being fucked like this.

"Natasha!"

Ofcourse Wanda is already wet and would not need any foreplay to stimulate her. Natasha felt satisfaction within her core knowing that her baby can be easily fucked and would be so pliant for her.

"That's my good girl, so wet for me."

Wanda held on Natasha's shoulders as she felt her back hitting the wall with each forceful thrust. She knew Natasha would never drop her ass and her tap shoes are click clacking behind Natasha.

For some reason, the sounds of Wanda's shoes are turning Natasha on even more and doubled her efforts in pistoning her dick inside Wanda's pussy.

The wet sounds of Wanda's pussy can still be heard despite the sound of water running and Natasha continued her rough pounding by gripping Wanda's hips.

"Detka, I'm not going to last long. Your pussy feels so good around me." Natasha growled as she continued pushing Wanda into her orgasm.

With her eyes rolled back, and mouth wide open, Wanda couldn't even respond and only whined loudly to convey how much she loves it when Natasha talks to her like that.

Both of their orgasms are climbing high and their combined moans can be surely heard outside but couldn't give a fuck if anyone can hear them. Natasha latched her lips on Wanda's and kissed her intensely.

"Natasha, I'm cumming!" Wanda screamed while her legs shook violently, her shoes bumping to each other making sounds simultaneously.

"Me too,baby. Gonna fill you up real good."

Wanda grabbed on Natasha's biceps as she felt the white spurts of cum being unloaded inside her. Both women are breathing heavily after the intense quickie and Wanda's thighs are now feeling the strain of being held for too long against the wall.

Natasha pulled out her dick from Wanda's pussy and the witch pouted at the loss. "I want you to be inside me forever."

Chuckling at Wanda's dramatics, Natasha brought her down gently and tested first if Wanda can stand up properly.

"You good?"

"Yeah, my thighs and calves are now sore to be honest."

Wanda felt Natasha's cum ooze out of her pussy and a small drop landed on her shoes. Oops. She wiped it off at the back of her calf before Natasha noticed it and smiled wickedly at what she had done.

"Let's head home, I need to properly fuck you."

***

When they were on their way home, Natasha could not keep her hands on the wheels and ended up fingering Wanda. Wanda was sitting in an awkward position with her back resting on the door, her legs wide open and her pussy being fucked relentlessly by Natasha's talented fingers.

This is a testament on how good Natasha is in multi-tasking. Navigating through the streets of New York with practice ease and at every red light, she would lean down to suck Wanda's throbbing clit only to be edged once the traffic light turns green.

"Fuck, Natasha!" Wanda whined loudly after the third time of being falsely led to the brink of her orgasm.

The devil that she is while her three fingers are still inside Wanda, Natasha only chuckled at her girlfriend's frustrated state.

"Relax, detka. Let Daddy play with you."

Natasha then continued toying with Wanda's pussy, pushing her fingers deeper and making sure to hit the spongy spot that makes Wanda's eyes roll at the back of her head.

"Oh my fucking god, N-Natasha! Don't stop, don't stop!" Wanda pleaded as she's nearing her orgasm again, she can feel the tightening sensation deep in her stomach, she's focusing on reaching her high so she'll be put out of misery from being edged.

Just a few seconds more, Wanda chanted in her head and right when she knew she's about to finally let go, with her orgasm building and nearing its end point, Natasha purposely pulled out her fingers all together which made Wanda scream in frustration.

"What the fuck, Natasha?!" Wanda raised her left foot and was ready to kick Natasha's shoulder, still with her tap shoes on,but ofcourse Natasha caught it easily with her right hand and placed it on the back of her instead, effectively trapping her leg from moving.

With Wanda's current position, Natasha can clearly see how Wanda's pussy was glistening. Her dick twitched painfully inside her pants and was dying to be freed once again and to be buried deep inside Wanda's aching cunt.

"Patience, my love. You know that I will never leave you unsatisfied. Just wait until we reach the compound, okay? For now, behave for me."

Wanda huffed in response and rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. At this point there's really nothing else she could do than have her pussy be openly ogled at Natasha. But she's racking her brain on how to get back at Natasha somehow and much to her delight, an idea came into her mind. She estimated that they'll probably reach the compound in less than five minutes and knew can pull off her wicked plan. She carefully removed her trapped foot behind Natasha's head and sat properly this time around with both of her legs stretched out in the passenger's legs space.

Natasha glanced to her right, contemplating whether she have pushed Wanda too far and she was ready to reassure her even more that she'll be thoroughly fucked when they get home. What she saw instead was Wanda, with her eyes closed, biting her lips while her right hand was dipping lower and lower until it reached her pussy.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

Wanda opted not to respond and moaned instead as her 2 fingers played with her sensitive clit, the smallest and lightest touch got her insides trembling. Touching herself while Natasha was literally inches away from her was something that she would never do, but the moment called for it and she decided to go with it. She heard Natasha groan beside her and that encouraged her to continue teasing her clit, she's really not planning to orgasm. There is no harm in playing with her girlfriend, right?

"Stop what you're doing." Natasha warned and Wanda only smirked at her reaction.

"But I wanted to cum, and you would not let me so I will do it myself instead." Wanda responded defiantly and inserted 2 fingers in her pussy.

The clenching wet sounds of Wanda's cunt filled the car which does not help the current boner Natasha has. She hit the gas even more, the engine roaring angrily throughout the busy street, eager to reach the compound so she could punish her girl for her bratty behavior.

Wanda's heart was beating erratically from both the desperate need to cum and the way Natasha was so focused on driving to the point she was no longer speaking and would not spare a glance at her. She moaned loudly when her fingers hit her g-spot but was feeling unsatisfied with the inconsistent flow of pleasure since only Natasha can make her see stars behind her eyes. She then later noticed that they had reached the garage of the compound. Natasha immediately climbed out of the car, opened the passenger's door and yanked Wanda out of her seat.

"You're too desperate to cum when I have just given you one in the shower room." Natasha growled behind Wanda's ears and pushed her to walk towards the car's trunk.

"Sluts like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?'

Wanda found herself being bent over, her arms twisted behind her and her chest resting on the trunk's spoiler. She whimpered at how she was manhandled but damn it, she likes it when Natasha is rough with her.

Belt unbuckled and zippers down, Natasha brought down her pants, not even bothering on removing it all the way off her feet. She spanked Wanda's left cheek three times for good measure and barked a command, "Open your legs wider, Princess."

The witch complied easily, eager to feel Natasha's cock inside her again. She didn't have to wait any longer when Natasha snapped her hips forward, penetrating her aching core with forceful thrust. It's as if today was one of those days where there was no time for foreplay and go straight to fucking.

"Your cock feels so good inside me."

"Oh yeah? I bet your fingers could not compare to this, huh?" Natasha taunted Wanda while perfectly giving her a backbreaking pounding and the sound of slapping flesh echoes throughout the open space of the garage.

"Jesus fuck, Wanda. Your pussy is clinging on my cock tightly. I can barely move." Natasha pulled her cock all the way out and reached her left palm towards Wanda's face. "Spit."

Wanda did so and spit a good amount of saliva on Natasha's palm which she lathered up to the tip of her cock for an added lubrication.

"Good girl."

Natasha buried her veiny shaft once again and this time, it's gentle and slow, wanting to feel more of Wanda's velvety walls hugging her lengthy cock. Her pace increased with each grunts to which Wanda welcomed wholeheartedly, driving her closer to her orgasm.

"I can't stop thinking about you, dancing on that tight dancing dress you've got. Fuck!"

"You're gonna make me cum!" Wanda whimpered desperately at what Natasha had said while also chasing the high that she's been wanting after being edged minutes ago.

"I knew I have to fuck you right after, you're so good baby. So fucking good." With great restraint and control, Natasha had to focus deeply to stop herself from cumming and spilling her seeds inside Wanda since she had different plans for her second orgasm. "You can cum now, baby. Give it to me."

Not waiting for a second longer, Wanda's juices coated Natasha's cock even more from the climax that was finally granted to her, and stars were swimming behind her eyes as she catches her breath from coming down the high. She then noticed that Natasha had stopped moving behind her and had already pulled out her shaft; it is evident that she has not ejaculated yet.

"Natasha?"

The woman only hummed in response and roughly pulled Wanda into a kneeling position, facing her dick which was slightly hitting her face.

"Suck."

Oh. Wanda understood right away what Natasha wanted and took the whole length in her mouth effortlessly. Giving Natasha a blowjob after she had her orgasm is one of her favorite things to do since she knows what's going to happen next.

"Ohh, that's it, sweet girl. Your mouth is so warm around me."

Natasha praised her girl while gently thrusting her hips forward, wanting to feel the tip of her cock hit the back of Wanda's throat. The moment it did, she held Wanda's head and this time, she's not being gentle and was forcing Wanda to gag on her dick.

In a swift motion, Natasha pulled out her meat and pumped it aggressively in front of Wanda's gaping mouth, "Shit, shit! I'm gonna cum!" Her thick semen landed on Wanda's face, and some went down her tongue, and lips. She made sure that every drop of her cum has been pumped out and panting heavily after.

Natasha looked down at her girl, who was currently using her fingers to gather the spurts of cum in her face and licked them clean with her tongue. The sight alone had her dick going hard again.

"Holy shit Wan—", her sentence was interrupted when FRIDAY' voice filled the room, making the two women jump.

"Agent Romanoff, Miss Maximoff. My sincere apologies for the interruption but Mr. Stark will be heading down soon and will be here in a minute or so."

The AI's warning was subtle yet clear, a silent reprimand for them to say that they should get the hell out of the place before both of them get caught in a very uncompromising position.

Natasha scrambled to put her pants up, thanking the lucky stars that she had decided to not fully remove them from her ankles.

Wanda on the other hand was horrified at their current predicament of being on the verge of getting caught, had it been without FRIDAY's warning, she might have taken Natasha's shaft in her mouth again.

"Oh my god!" Wanda exclaimed in a panic. "Let's get out of here, Tash."

Remaining composed and relaxed, Natasha simply smiled and reassured, "Relax, baby. We're okay. You've got nothing to worry about. We'll just walk nicely and act like nothing happened."

Trusting her girlfriend's calm demeanor, Wanda nodded and allowed herself to be guided by Natasha. They expectedly ran into Tony, who greeted them, "Ladies, I hope you had a good drive in the city." His gaze focused on Wanda, who was hiding behind Natasha, and he frowned at her unusual behavior, then noticed something.

"What's that on your hair, Wanda?" Tony inquired naively.

Natasha answered for Wanda without any shame in the world, "That's my cum. Bye, Tony." She dragged Wanda out of the garage, leaving Tony with his mouth hanging open.

[plushiesssforcrying]

i actually haven't pass year three yet nor have i played through all the seasons but i read some spoiler on elliot and he sounds like a manipulative prick so far.

my original caption for this was gonna be " i hope mc decks someone in the face at one point " unbeknownst to me that they did canonically punch wenshi to wake him up. jaw dropped and giggled when i read the text tbh.

anyway i got a terrible headache when i made this so here's some info on c.c. so the ones that are interested will be fed for a while.

she's a muggleborn but her magical heritage isn't too far off tbh, here's a ,,, family tree for reference.

anyways, here's some details for her;

her house is slytherin and she actually shares a dorm with lottie and cassandra + a random unnamed student, even befriended cassandra first before daniel and ivy. [ daniel is in hufflepuff and ivy is in ravenclaw in this ,, scenario? universe? something like that. ]

she turned 12 around her first year in hogwarts. ended up making her the older one of the trio, ivy being the youngest in this.

her favorite classes are care for magical creatures and defense against the dark arts, and it's not a class but she does like the dance club too. even though she's close to having two left feet.

as her house implies, she's pretty cunning and charming. very good at convincing other people to do what she wants them to do too.

in terms of personality, it's pretty close to the actual mc just some tweaks here and there.

her parents aren't in the picture so she lived with her grandparents instead, her grandmother mostly doesn't speak english but her grandfather does and he's also a war veteran.

the reason her pupils are strangely colored is actually not because she's blind but the opposite, she has a much better eyesight compared to most people. this makes her a very good observer and a quick learner when it comes to charms or such.

also, as i've implied in another post, she did used to work out sometimes before going to hogwarts. it was more that she plays around with her grandfather's equipments when she's bored though.

overall pretty friendly !! likes to assume the best in people until optimism can no longer be applied.

she does not fuck around when it comes to her friends. she's french, if you cross her or her friends, pray. ← almost debated hexing cassandra one time.

her relationships are actually a bit more complicated than just these but it'll do for now. left some out because like i said, i haven't past year three yet.

i probably missed some stuff so feel free to ask questions about her.

i'll talk about her lore another time, but also kinda a warning in advance that it'll cover some heavy topics. why? i'm fucked up in the head that all my kids need to suffer in some shape, form or way.

since you made it this far, here's a singular unfinished frame that didn't make it to the original vid.

yeah, she was gonna annihilate him.

[11queensupreme11]

If this was a competition to see who was winning in the advancement of their relationship with Percy let's just say:

1st place: Anubis

married

sleeps in the same bed

have a palace together

have a kid

Successfully co-parent

Semi-stable relationship (only because one doesn't know their actually in a relationship🤪)

2nd place: Hades

Married

Rule together (sorta I mean their King and Queen of Helheim now so c'est la vie)

Took her first kiss

Has had some HEAVY petting sessions

3rd Place: Poseidon (I just know he would hate that his relationship is ranked lower than Anubis AND Hades but u snooze, u lose; my man)

Closer bond and easier access to Percy and what she can and can't do (cause he's, u know...her dad😭)

Have couple-themed thrones

Has the backing of Proteus and the other seven kingdoms (plus mommy!rhea)

Had some HEAVY petting sessions😏

Will throw hands for his daughter (no words, his hands are rated E for everyone (even Percy but only during certain...situations😏👏🍑))

4th Place: Beelzebub (has been bumped down to 4 since he's been avoiding her lately and the other yans have taken this time to STEP UP their mf game!)

Percy has an unacknowledged growing crush on him that was confirmed by Aphrodite

They have gone on MULTIPLE dates (strawberry picking, trips to the city, Ferris wheel💙, outings to Valhalla, sightseeing via taxi cab(with a little side of assisted homicide for flair 💅🏾) slow dancing, etc.)

Knows about her friends and family

Knows most of her secrets

Shared backstories

Similar suicidal tendencies (we love shared trauma🥺)

Slow burn couple

Compliment each other personalities (very black cat and golden retriever vibes)

BONDAGE

Also very How to Train Your Own Percy coded (rewards via blue food and walks help✅)

5th Place: Loki (lost a lot of points with the recent murder attempt but gained some aura points for saving his girl from being 🍇ed by her uncle so be lucky u made it to 5th)

Been on MULTIPLE dates (dinner in Valhalla, sleepover in Asgard, braiding each other's hair, trip to Scandinavia (even tho it was brief lol), etc.)

Knows most of her more important secrets

Personally crafted a life sized doll in her image (even when she's not around he's thinking about her🥺)

6th Place: Apollo

Been on ONE date

Is an honest and genuine guy

Can't and won't lie to her (we all need a partner like this)

Things she's beautiful no matter what state he sees her in (it's mostly angry or irritated)

7th Place: Cu Chulainn (TBD)

Not much known yet but I predict he will be an ass at first but his shittiness grows on u (like a situationship that was only supposed to last months but lasted years instead 😭)

Little enemies to lovers (they have fun bantering w each other)

I LOVE THE LITTLE SUMMARIES OF EACH SHIP 😭😭😭

especially the beelzebub one!!! let me just add that they used to go on WEEKLY dates together!!!

so the ones i wrote about are just a few of them, there are actually many more that happen off-screen (cuz you know, i gotta focus on the plot) so yeah, since beel used to be her caretaker for months now and they go to "dates" on midgard once a week (unless percy misbehaves during class or scores low on exams lol; the midgard dates are her rewards for being "good" so yeah), they've been on at least more than ten dates

(they're actually really not dates to percy, she just thinks it's two besties hanging out, but to beel??? oh yes they are DEFINITELY dates)

[toximblee]

TEEN ERASERMIC SAY WHAT

long time no writing erasermic ,,, ( like 2 weeks )

this is based off of this post :

by @haybuhay :3

writing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m.. out of bounds.

Hizashi’s head aches, no— his whole body aches, shades askew and poking his nosebridge as he peers up at the dark eyes meeting his. They’re just feet- inches away, but it feels like crossing bounds, trekking lightyears and meeting across a chasm he wasn’t supposed to be able to traverse. It feels like the sun and the moon together, not eclipsing each other but dancing around each other, orbiting with each swirl of light- hanging in the same sky.

It feels like gold, it feels like silver.

There’s no sneering from his opponent- or any congratulations for a good and well game. Even if the game wasn’t well, even if Hizashi had just stood there, panicking as he realized his voice didn’t echo and peak like it should, that without his quirk he was helpless and just some highschool kid yelling as the other advanced and took him out with brute force, knocking him over.

The man- can he call him that? It doesn’t seem right to call him a boy when he seems so far. Maybe he should use his name. Aizawa doesn’t deliver a speech or a snide comment, there’s no cold metallic sting that comes with Hizashi’s loss. When his whirling, reflecting, reverberating- ringing eyes focus back in on Aizawa, he has a hand out.

Ah.

When Hizashi reaches out to take it, he can’t tell if it’s his concussed brain being dramatic, but everything else goes black. Sound, too. He doesn’t hear the crowd cheering or booing or even hushed, whispering. He doesn’t even hear the silence of the nosebleeds. He doesn’t hear the quiet, because there is quiet. Full, blanketing, lofty quiet.

The black doesn’t stay black for long. Like white paint dripped into murky water, brightness bursts outwards, shining fireworks that seem to lead back to Aizawa, a scintillating halo surrounding the black-haired classmate.

When their palms brush and their hands connect, Hizashi feels the current and he wants to stay there forever, scratched and bruised with his skinned elbows and crumpled yuuei uniform- because he feels warm and his chest is tight and he feels sick and empty and full all at once and he wants to throw up on the paved concrete in the worst and best way possible.

Though, he has to let go of shooting stars eventually, which is what he does when he lets Aizawa help pull him up.

“That was- that was really good. You were really good- amazing, actually. You’re amazing, Aizawa,” Hizashi blurts, his overlarge mouth getting the best of him again.

The black sky and its fireworks fade and dissipate, disperse away. Sound comes back to him, and it pierces his ears. The crowd, the announcer; yelling into the mic about his defeat, the birds outside the stadium, the clouds moving across the azure- Hizashi hears it all, and it’s too much, but it doesn’t matter, because Aizawa is opening his mouth and he’s talking, he’s responding to him.

“You were good too.”

And that’s how I met your father, kids.

Aizawa’s façade of cool leaves when he speaks those words. He’s no longer the closed off new kid in their class who had firmly rejected Hizashi’s advances of friendship when he had reached- put his hand out to Aizawa just like he just had seconds ago to Hizashi and declared loudly ‘Let’s be friends!’ with a cold ‘no.’ and moved his table further away. He seems almost embarrassed or shy to speak.

Hizashi barely has time to process that he just fell in love with the tsundere on the block after being made to eat concrete in front of the entirety of yuuei before he has to leave the stadium, leave Aizawa, leave the moon and its stars.

-

“Please be my friend.”

“Why.”

Hizashi blinks. That’s.. not a ‘no.’ Not the same answer he’d gotten day after day as he’d bug Aizawa before class every single morning after the sports festival. Tensei called him crazy- why would Aizawa decide that because he made Hizashi bite the curb he’d want to be friends with him? But mamma ain’t raise no quitter, and Hizashi wouldn’t give up until Aizawa would undoubtedly be his best friend forever and ever- and maybe they’d move in together and get 15 animals of Aizawa’s preference. Unless they were bugs. And Hizashi would continue to keep his crush secret until the grave. The end.

“You- what?”

“I’m asking you why,” Aizawa says, looking somehow more tired than usual, “why do you want to be friends?”

Hizashi gawks at him. Because you’re amazing and skilled, and I also might have a really gay crush on you, and I know somewhere deep down in that wretched black emo heart there’s some secret soft thing you like. Like bunnies. And I need to find that and never let you hear the end of it.

Instead of all of that, Hizashi says, “Because you beat me.”

“So you want to be friends.. to try and overcome me?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“What?” Hizashi needs someone to pinch him. No, punch him. Run him over with a steamroller. This isn’t real.

eermmm . poll time should i post this on ao3 as a oneshot / abandoned wip or write more sigh

[whentherewerebicycles]

here’s what my newly 11 month old baby is up to:

yesterday his baby best friend (liz’s baby) came over and they are like, actually able to play together now. like they’re not doing advanced kid make-believe play or anything but they interact with each other and “talk” to each other and steal each other’s toys back and forth and crawl over each other and shriek joyfully into each other’s faces as they try to claw at each other’s eyes. their favorite “game” of the moment is that owen will grab a toy and take off crawling down the hallway or across the room as fast as he can, and his baby best friend (who can only army crawl at the moment) will inchworm her way down the hall after him at a much slower pace, and then as soon as she gets there they will claw at each other or steal the toy from each other and then owen will SPRINT crawl all the way back down the hallway, forcing baby best friend to begin her laborious pursuit again. they did this for uhhh several hours yesterday and then were both so tired out they were asleep before we even put them down lol.

liz relayed this story from daycare today when she was there picking her daughter up: the infant teacher, whom our children adore, was leaving for the day. owen sprinted over to the sliding glass door just as it closed and then wept because his beloved teacher was LEAVING. another teacher saw and rushed over to pick him up so he could press his hand against the glass. his teacher turned around, saw him, and pressed her hand to the glass against his and said BYE OWEN I LOVE YOU OWEN. heartwarming scenes!!!!!!! the babies are sooooo loved at their daycare and they love their daycare teachers sooooo much it’s like truly almost too much to handle.

he can now confidently pull up on almost anything but he does not know how to sit back down. this leads to a lot of what he clearly considers to be EMERGENCY SITUATIONS where he has been standing up too long and he’d like to be crawling again but SOMEONE has CRUELLY TRAPPED HIM and now he will NEVER SIT AGAIN!!!!!!!! I am often alerted to the emergency by a piercing shriek from the other room, followed by hysterical crying. I know all small children have a real flair for the dramatic but. this child REALLY has a flair for the dramatic ahaha.

he is eating the big kid meal at daycare now. I asked his teacher if he liked the food today and she gave me this slightly haunted look, followed by a long pause as she gazed up at the sky searching for words. “owen… owen LOVES food. owen… he is ALWAYS, ALWAYS HUNGRY.” I was like oh yeah got it. I’ve seen this kid in action.

when he was much younger he used to do these elegant little hand dances whenever he heard music. can’t really describe it he’d just… make his hands do beautiful dances while watching them with a look of total absorption on his face. he hasn’t done that in ages and I’d honestly almost forgot he used to do it. but today I put on the playlist from his new music class in the car, which features a track where a woman sings an interval or a series of notes and a small child sings them back to her, and I looked back and he was just doing the most beautiful hand dances. totally entranced. I am determined that this child will be musical. not in a baby violin prodigy kind of way—I could not care less about that—but like, I want him to be able to enthusiastically take part in the joyful human experience of making music with other people. I feel like I walk around my daily life singing little madeup songs to myself all the time and I also love love love being in choirs or singing in church services or around a campfire or whatever and I just want him to love that and have access to those experiences too.

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Imagine: Marrying Jamie (Jamie Tartt x Reader)

Your wedding was very lavish as expected of a footballer and his wife

You had an expensive designer dress

For your wedding vow to him you did a poem that you wrote yourself 

His was more simple but heartfelt and meaningful 

His dad was NOT invited but his mom and Simon were

His whole team was there, and so were a bunch of kids from one of your jobs 

Jamie and his team surprised you with a dance number 

Not to be outdone, you sang a mashup. Maybe there was a rap

You and Jamie go to a tropical island that’s exclusive but so, so pretty

You have sex all the time, and everywhere 

You also spend a lot of time on the beach, and when you’re not in the water you’re reading 

By night you perform karaoke and then go clubbing with him

After your honeymoon you instantly quit your day job 

Jamie and your friend Keeley are SHOCKED because you are so good at it and seemed so happy 

But really you only did it because you didn’t want to starve and it was the best opinion for someone with no connections or wealth of your own

Keeley insists you could have been a CEO just like her, and though it’s tempting there are other things you would rather do now that money is not an issue

You decide to write full time. Anything and everything. Books. Movies. Plays. Stand up comedy. 

You visit Jamie’s talent agency with him and ask if you need a separate agent for each thing you can do

You utilize your newfound social media presence as a way to get speaking gigs about being autistic

You are more likely to get a literary agent because you are Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend with a shit ton of Instagram followers

You are able to make short films with the money you now have and enter then into film festivals and put them on YouTube

You miss kids. Like really miss them. 

But school curriculums are too general for what you want to cover, and repetitive, and you don’t want to chance a troublemaker in your class

You think it’s unfair that specialized stuff only starts in college 

And you love being around preteens 

So you start a nonprofit in which you teach 9-12 year olds creative writing

And they don’t have to pay bc tbh you don’t think their parents would pay for it

The kids love it, they’re not afraid to mess up and be goofy and laugh

Perfection isn’t the goal, just having a good time 

At first you feel a little guilty about spending Jamie’s money to buy a whole new designer wardrobe

But then he reminds you how marriage works and how what’s his is yours and you feel less bad 

But you try your best to use your speaking gig money or book advance money for stuff like that

You know he would happily fund your creative pursuits though

You’re very happy in your decision not to work a traditional job because now you can spend more time on what makes you happy

Now to the romantic stuff

Jamie is a great husband 

So thoughtful and caring

He offers to do chores when you’re too exhausted

Is very supportive of everything you want to accomplish

Plans very romantic dates for both of you

Doesn’t pressure you into having kids

You have sex all the time now that you live together

Loves having you at his games but understands if something else comes up

Keeps buying you expensive bags and jewelry

You two get a puppy together that likes to sleep in your bed with you

Always makes sure to give you detailed compliments every day

Is very understanding of you not wanting to physically carry and birth a child 

Posts about you all the time 

Brags to his teammates about how beautiful and sexy you are

Every time he comes across someone who might help you out with your dreams he brings you up

Leaves you alone for hours so you can read without being distracted by how hot he is 

You guys try out each others’ sex fantasies 

You two go on vacation together whenever there’s a long weekend or football season is over 

He hates whoever you do

He loves that you’re obsessed with him

You guys take care of each other whenever you’re sick

He watches all your favorite stuff with you but refuses to shut up while watching 

You have to bribe him not to talk while going to West End shows 

He likes it when you cook him dinner after a long day of football practice

He likes making you breakfast in bed 

He likes giving you scalp massages and playing with your hair 

Basically he treats you like a princess and married life with him is a dream come true 

[gabessquishytum]

New Ballet AU prompt - Single Parent Hob's son Robin has been taking dance classes for a few months, the other Dance Moms handle car pool after school, so Hob hasn't been back to Storyteller Studios, since he signed Robin up with that nice Morana in the front office.

In any event, Robin is supposedly very good in the classes he's taking, and has been offered a place in a more advanced class, taught by the studio's founder. Hob is offered an opportunity to talk the teacher if he wants to after Robin next class -- Robin loves talking about how cool "Mr. M" is, but of course He's running late this afternoon, only a few minutes (hopefully the classes are running over, they do sometimes).

While Hob is rushing in, his head is turned by this gorgeous man, getting out of this cute sports car, so badly that Hob almost smacks face first into the glass entrance doors. Argh, Hob hopes hot guy didn't see that. . . Hot guy totally saw the cute guy who seemingly tried to open the doors with his face.

Hob is only a little blushy and stammer-y when he formally meets hot guy/Mr. M.

Ahh, just imagine how absolutely sexy “Mr. M” is. He’s got the ballet physique, tall and sleek with the most incredible musculature Hob has ever seen. These days he runs the ballet studio and nurtures young students, but he used to be very famous, and he’s still very talented.

And there’s Hob. A single dad who teaches primary school kids, who takes very good care of Robin but not such good care of himself (he hasn’t been to the gym in about a decade and he’s lucky if he gets to eat something that isn’t chicken nuggets or fish fingers). And he rounds it all off by walking into a glass door. So although he blushes and bites his lip, he doesn’t even entertain the fact that he’d have a chance with this beautiful specimen of a man.

Little does he know that Mr. M (who prefers Dream, when he’s not teaching) has been gazing at him with soft eyes ever since he saw the cute, frazzled, homely looking man almost walk into a door. He can hardly keep on topic and talk about Robin’s potential progress in the advanced classes. Hob listens very intensively and he just looks incredibly sexy when he tucks his dark hair behind his ear and nods seriously.

The good news for both of them is that the advanced class is on Saturday mornings, so Hob will be dropping Robin off and picking him up. And maybe just staying for the duration of the class to watch. To watch Robin, obviously. He totally wouldn’t be checking out Dream’s incredible quads as he demonstrates the exercises. He’s just crossing his fingers tightly that Robin doesn’t lose interest in ballet any time soon.

When the summer holiday comes around, Robin signs up for a week long ballet camp kind of thing with fun classes each day. It’s the middle of a heat wave and Hob shows up to drop Robin off for the day, dressed in a white tank top and a pair of frankly criminal denim shorts. He bends over to readjust his shoe and Dream, who was also just arriving… turns his head, stares and walks into the glass door.

For the first time in about 10 years, Hob feels a surge of confidence. He’s 90% sure that his hot crush is blushing and stumbling over him. He can hardly believe it, but maybe its time to finally make a move…

[spiriiitt]

Thinking about garrance oh my gays..

In highschool they truly wee just in love and dancing around eachother, probably never made anything official but definitely were something in a way. Like nobody would really ask either out towards the end of their senior because it seemed like an unspoken thing that yeah they're eachothers own and they won't stray from eachother.

Like sure for most of highschool people were obsessed with them and they dated many people but I think that maybe as they realised they weren't going to see eachother often for a while as university approached they kind of became attached to eachother and kind of just. Stopped saying yes when asked out, stopped dancing with others at parties, just kind of removed themselves slowly from other people's advances. Maybe they kissed and fooled around a bit kind of as the urgent "oh my god I might not get to ever see this guy I love again and have the chance to do this, so I may as well do it while I can"

Idk their relationship throughout PDH seems like a playful ascent from goofy kids to anxious almost adults lol.

I do try and approach PDH from a more realistic approach for me, I obviously heavily headcanon is based largely on my personal highschool experience and the people around me lol, albeit I went to a public school in rural Australia and they go to a private school in?? But it looks fancy or at least middle upper class.

Like hooking up is something highschoolers do, parties and drugs are something at least the people at my school and area do. I've graduated now but i try to replicate a lot of the feelings I experienced as I realised I really was finishing highschool (although I didn't have the romance bit lol, just realising I'd never see a lot of my friends again).

This was a rant but I love PDH Garrance they're just near and dear to my heart. And also I need to write more for my fic, I miss writing it.