#I was so shocked she was actually interested

[pupuyvs]

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Jihye breathed out once again as she stood in front of Chaewon’s house, more so mansion, door.

“You are a bad bitch now,” she whispered to herself, “bad bitches don’t get nervous.” She has been saying this mantra over and over again for the past 3 minutes, trying to work herself up to knock on the door.

As she raises her hand to finally do it, the door opens revealing Chaewon, who was clearly amused and slightly weirded out.

The mantra immediately slipped her mind at the sight of the other girl, she forgot just how pretty Chaewon was.

“Are you just going to keep standing there or?…”

Jihye blushed, ashamed she was caught. “My bad, can I come in?”

Chaewon nodded before stepping to the side to let the other girl in. As soon as Jihye stepped in she knew she had greatly underestimated just how rich the cheerleader actually was.

See, she knew Chaewon was dirty rich, everyone in school did, her parents owned properties in nearly every continent, their house was a literal mansion spanning for what seemed miles. But it wasn’t until Jihye walked in to see a chandelier half her size hanging above a fountain in the entryway, that she realized she could never truly conceptualize someone being this rich.

The longer she took in every detail of the foyer, the more uncomfortable she began to feel. Jihye felt herself start to stiffen, any bravery she felt earlier was gone, how could she feel brave when she felt she was bringing down the value of the house by just breathing in it.

Before she could spiral even more she was pulled out of her thoughts by a pair of slippers hitting her foot.

“Wear these, my mom hates shoes on the floor when they’re freshly polished.”

Jihye nods as she slips off her used Converse and puts on the fresh, clearly new, slippers.

“Where should I put my shoes?”

Chaewon looks at the girl, amused before pointing to the shoe stand by the door.

“Right,” Jihye says bashfully.

While putting her shoes in one of the cubbies she catches a glimpse of her slippers and furrows her eyebrows, “Are these…Chanel?…”

Looking up from her newly done acrylics, she looks at the slippers before simply nodding.

“Right, cool.”

Chaewon sighed, “Are we just going to continue standing here or?…”

“No, sorry, where's the pc?”

Without saying anything Chaewon started walking up one of the stairways causing Jihye to rush to follow her.

As they passed by door after door Jihye could feel the discomfort make its way back up.

Distracted, Jihye doesn’t notice Chaewon stopping, causing her to bump into her.

Quickly stepping back, she whispers a sorry. Chaewon doesn’t say anything as she opens a door. “This is my sister’s room, she’s the one with the…whatever you called it.”

Jihye nods as she steps in, immediately she walks to the desk and attempts to turn the computer on. She furrows her eyebrows slightly when nothing happens. She gets down, under the desk, to check the wires and becomes even more confused when she notices it's not even plugged in. Before she can plug it back in, Chaewon speaks, causing her to jump up and bump her head on the desk.

“So Jihye, are you seeing anyone?”

Bumping her head once more from shock as she quickly gets out from under the desk, hand rubbing the back of her head, she looks at Chaewon once she stands, “What?”

“Are you seeing anyone,” Chaewon asks again, this time making eye contact with Jihye.

Feeling shy, Jihye immediately sits down in the computer chair and turns its so she's no longer facing the girl.

“No, I’m not,” she says as she turns the computer on, this time successfully.

“Not even that Heejin girl?”

“Heejin? No, we’re just friends on Twitter.”

She hears the other hum as the computer finally loads, Jihye clicks on the first user she sees, relieved that there is no password.

As she starts to search the computer for any issues Chaewon starts again, “I just find it hard to believe you really don’t have anyone, I mean even Natty seems interested.”

Jihye clears her throat, “Does she? I haven’t even noticed.”

She doesn’t see the wide smile that takes over Chaewon’s face when she hears that, she also doesn’t see Chaewon purposely get closer to the chair.

“You haven’t?”

Jihye stiffens once more when she hears how close Chaewon is now, “No.”

“That’s good.”

The taller girl doesn’t respond, instead she grips the mouse tighter and continues to search the computer, after a few moments she turns the chair to face Chaewon backing up when she sees just how close the girl is.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s actually perfect.”

Chaewon nods slightly before putting a hand on both armrests and leaning down so she could be face to face with the girl, “I know,” she simply states.

Jihye gulps, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla, she lets out a shaky breath, “Then why?…”

Chaewon simply glances down at her lips before licking her own and starting to lean in.

“Chaewon what-”

Before anything can happen, the door opens revealing a tall, but young looking girl.

“Ewww Chae, what are you doing in my room?”

Chaewon backs away with a groan, while Jihye lets out a sigh of relief.

What the fuck is happening?

Chaewon rolled her eyes for what must’ve been the 20th time that day. Just an hour ago she was about to kiss the nerd she’s had her eyes on for about a month, now she’s sitting on a bean bag in her sister’s gaming room as they, her sister and Jihye, play some stupid game together.

She knows it was probably for the best that they got interrupted since she was moving quite fast, but could anyone blame Chaewon.

She was born and raised rich, whatever she wanted she would get, and what she wants is Jihye so forgive her for not taking things slowly. The truth is she wasn’t even planning on attempting to kiss Jihye when she invited her over, she simply wanted to see if she could stand to be in the same proximity as her, ask if she was single, not that that would’ve stopped her if she wasn’t, and maybe even tease her a bit.

But stupid, dumb, cute, attractive Jihye showed up looking cute in her stupid letterman, that Chaewon definitely is planning to steal when, not if because she will make sure it happens, they get together. The feeling of want only got worse when she was so clearly nervous entering her house, but what really set her off was the girl's voice.

Chaewon never knew she could be attracted to a voice, she never was before with Yena or Yeonjun, but Jihye’s voice had a slight rasp to it and was on the deeper side, when she first spoke Chaewon knew she had to have her to herself.

“You’re cheating!”

Chaewon brought her eyes up to see her sister, Eunchae, throw her controller down while Jihye laughed, causing Chaewon's heart to embarrassingly flutter.

“How could I be cheating, we are on your Switch. Are you saying you have cheats installed on this?”

Eunchae gasped, “What- Are you accusing ME of cheating?”

Jihye pretended to think for a bit before nodding, “Yeah, I am!”

Before Eunchae could argue back, Jihye's phone started to ring. Quickly taking it out of her pocket to look at the caller, she winced once she saw who it was.

“I gotta take this, I’ll be right back, don’t add anymore cheats while I’m gone,” she says as she walks out the room, Eunchae quickly sticking her tongue out at her.

As soon as the door closed Chaewon turns to Eunchae, “You’re ruining everything.”

Eunchae rolled her eyes, “What are you even talking about? Did you forget you were the one in my room?”

Chaewon groaned lightly, maybe pretending that Eunchae’s computer needed a fix wasn’t the smartest idea.

“Plus, Jihye’s too cool for you, go back to losers like Yena or whatever.”

Chaewon glared, “Too cool? Seriously?”

The younger nodded, “Absolutely.”

Chaewon didn’t bother with a response; she was not going to go back and forth with her 16 year old sister about her love life.

They both turned their heads when the door opened again only to see Jihye with a disappointed look, “That was my sister, I need to go pick her up.”

Both Kim sisters groan, both for very different reasons. “I was just about to beat you.”

Jihye laughs, “Sure you were. How about this, I’ll add you when I get home and we’ll go against each other later.”

Eunchae nods happily, clearly okay with the deal.

Chaewon stands as Jihye goes to leave the room again, “I’ll walk you out.”

Jihye shakes her head, “You don’t have to, I’m sure there's other things you have to do.”

“Yeah, like yelling at Yeonjun,” Eunchae adds, earning another glare from Chaewon.

“I don’t, come on.”

With that Chaewon walks out leaving Jihye to wave one last time at Eunchae before following the other.

When they reached the front door Jihye carefully slipped off the expensive home slippers. Holding them in her hand she looked at Chaewon, “Where should I put them?”

“Take them.”

Jihye looked at her with disbelief, “Take them? These are Chanel.”

“I know that,” Chaewon started, “My mom is ordering new house slippers from Frette.”

“Right, of course.”

Jihye didn’t say anything after that, she quickly changed into her Converse and turned to Chaewon.

“Before I leave I wanted to thank you for planning the date for my sister and Yizhuo, I’ve been wanting them to get together for a bit so it's cool you thought of that.”

Chaewon nodded, “No problem, thanks for coming to fix my sister’s thing, and then playing with her. Though I really hoped to get you alone.”

“Oh, maybe next time we can hang,” Jihye says as she opens the door and steps out.

Chaewon smiled, she got her right where she wanted her, “Sounds like a date then.” Before Jihye could respond Chaewon closed the door.

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Megumi doesn't talk to people. Yuuji and Nobara knew that. And that is exactly why they were shocked to find the raven haired boy smiling at his phone. "What are you doing?~" Nobara teased her way over to the boy sitting at the other end of the couch. "Nothing." Megumi replies bluntly and walked away, leaving the poor girl with questions.

Over the next few days Nobara made it her and Yuuji's mission to find out who exactly was behind that screen. But everytime they got close to the screen, Megumi called them out. "What are you both doing?" Megumi asked the two teenagers standing over him like they were his guardian angels. Nobara unlike Yuuji, was quick to notice how megumi hid his phone." Who were you talking to"?. "No one." Megumi replied. Still not content with his answer she continued to pester him. But to no avail.

Now Nobara had two options. To either sneek up on the boy and steal his phone. ( which she knows is ridiculous to even think of ). Or wait until the boy himself came to reveal the person.

Throughout all this Yuuji was confused to say the least. Why was Nobara suddenly so Interested in Megumi's phone. "I think he has a girlfriend." Yuuji almost choked on his coffee at Nobara's sudden proclamation . "No way" he replied trying to get the coffee out of his nose. "Yes way, I need you to ask him if he does. " simple enough right Yuuji thought.

Simple enough. He kept reminding himself that as he walked up to Megumi. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Yuuji asked without hesitation. "-yes?" "WHAT HUUUH" Nobara jumped out of nowhere (or so it seemed because sne was just around the duo waiting to hear the scoop of megumi's dating life). The anger or rather, confusion of the both teenagers were put to half by a loud voice "MEGUMIIII" Megumi looked no different, he stood up and hugged the owner of the voice, a girl no different in age than them.

After what seemed like an eternity to megumi of small talk and introductions, you said your goodbyes to Yuuji and Nobara. "Don't you dare treat her like shit, Megumi. Got it ?" "Yes" the boy replied to the fuming girl who was being pulled away by the pink haired boy. "So, how were they?" Megumi asked putting his hands in his pocket and walking alongside you. "They were nice, you should have introduced me to your friends earlier ya know. They seem like good people." You replied while shifting your hands to intertwine with his. "Glad you like them" Megumi muttered while pressing a small kiss onto your forehead. Maybe he should have actually introduced you to them earlier

[thefallennightmare]

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Noah was exhausted.

A long day of rehearsals and performing in the sun took every last bit of energy from him.

So with the sight of the tour bus ahead of him, he couldn't help but be giddy for a full night's sleep in the hotel room bed.

Bad Omens had another show tomorrow night.

But there was a commotion on the other side of the barrier fence that made him halt in his steps.

"Come on sugar, just one kiss." A guy was towering over you, as you desperately tried to get away.

"Not interested," you kept your answers short, hopefully, the guy got the hint.

He didn't.

"You're out here all alone. Let me walk you home, make sure you get there safe."

When the guy took advantage of you, wrapping a hand around your below, something took over Noah and he was quick on your side.

"Sorry, angel. It took a bit longer to pack up," He said while wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you into his chest.

You stared up in confusion then utter shock when you realized Noah Sebastian was next to you.

"Uh," you blinked. "It's fine."

Noah glanced over to the other guy. "Are you bothering my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?

Suddenly it clicked.

He was pretending to be your boyfriend to ward this guy off.

You wrapped your arm around his midsection, not trying to lose it over how good he smelled.

"She didn't mention she had a boyfriend," the guy gruffed.

Noah squeezed your shoulder. "You didn't seem to give her much of a chance to say anything."

The guy took one look between you two before shaking his head. "Aint fucking worth it."

When it was just the two of you, Noah dropped his arm from your shoulder to rub the back of his neck. "I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I just saw that guy not taking no for an answer."

"It's alright," you assured him with a smile. "Thank you for that. You didn't have to."

Silence fell between the two of you and you were still in shock that the man you came to see tonight, who you watched on stage a few an hour ago, came to your rescue.

He was more breathtaking up close.

"Are you from in town?" He asked.

"No, I actually drove in from Los Angeles to see you guys," you said with a sheepish smile. "I'm staying at the Hilton in town."

Noah's brow raised. "Small world, so am I."

Your heart hammered in your chest, finding out that you were staying in the same hotel.

"Well, I should head back. I need some sleep before I see you guys again tomorrow," you pointed to your car.

"So I'll see you again tomorrow?" Noah asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.

He could explain it but seeing you took his breath away. You were gorgeous and he wanted to get to know you.

"Same place? Same time?" You teased while motioning to the parking lot of the venue.

Noah adjusted the strap of his backpack. "Definetly."

The next night, both of you stayed true to your word and met in the same spot after the show and spent the rest of the night talking on the grassy fields.

As he walked you to your car at three a.m, needing to make the three-hour drive back home you felt awake and charged from your thrilling conversations with Noah.

"So," he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his Hereditary sweater. "Would it be alright if I got your number? To catch up once I'm back in town."

"Yeah, sure," you couldn't stop the grin that crossed your lips.

As you handed him back his phone with your number, you took the chance and left a kiss on his cheek.

"I hope to see you soon, Noah," you breathed.

"Definetly, angel," he licked his lips.

[rainysofsunshineao3]

12 DAYS GUYS

And today, instead of anylysing another Yasmina and Sammy scene, we're analyzing THESE TWO BAMFs!!!

OMFG, these two I can't with these two I love them so dearly my lord. One of my favourite brother/sister relationships of all time. Their so supportive of each other and have a "sorry I just threw you down a mountain, it's how I show affection :)" relationship it's the best dynamic ISTG.

Like, I think Ben is the only other person Yaz voluntarily hugs (Not counting all the time's with Brooklyn cause those were kinda out of like "I protec u").

Like, Yaz didn't really have a strong relationship with Ben before he became "Island Ben", but when she sees him, instead of standing in shock like Brook and Kenji, she just throws herself at him (In a very "Sammy-like" manner, if I do say so myself lol). She obviously cares for this boy, even in when he was "Scared-Ben" and before their relationship really took off.

And she CONTINUES holding on to him like a lifeline for a good 7 seconds (Trust, I counted lol) AND THEN SHE FUCKING-

She pulls him in AGAIN. And Ben isn't like, akward about it at all. He just hugs her back instantly, which to me screams that there were never any romantic interest between them (Sorry to those who ship these two) and honestly shows need more of this. Like, these two are the only ones in this series...

ok I take it back, no one has shipped Ben and Brooklyn or Darius and Sammy as far as I'm concerned, but they have such limited screentime together I can see why.

They're the only well-developed and HEALTHY non-romantic duo in this series.

But like, Brook, Kenji, and Darius all had this really...weird and unexplained love triangle going on. Like I swear I wasn't the only one picking up on Brooklyn and Darius in Season 1 and 2, but then it shifts to Kenji for no real reason. Then obviously Yaz and Sammy were hinted at since the very first episode lol, but these two.

They're not even really as sibling-coded as Darius and Kenji (Yet another ship that I hope no one wanted to sail because...ew. their brothers yall. BROTHERS). They're just...different. I really don't know how to explain it. Honestly the best way I can explain it is with these two vvv

Yaz would definitely call Ben "Dingus" and make a "You Rule | You Suck" board I will die on this hill.

And Yaz obviously trusts this boy with her life. Like, when they were hiding from the robo-dogs (Oh my god, the demodogs and demogorgons of JWCC, the BRADS and BRAD-Xs) she's leaning into him.

And then they think their gonna die and this snipped right here actually breaks and heals my heart at the same time 🥹

Yaz just clings to him and hides her face in his shoulder and Ben doesn't waste a single goddamn moment before he tries to shield her as best he can.

*Raine pauses and watches again for science*

Screaming, crying, sobbing over them.

Can't find the GIF for it, but in season 5 when Ben sees Bumpy on get off the boat and makes a run for it, Yaz is the first one who notices Ben is gone. She's looking around for him before everyone else and she's the one who asks "Where's Ben". It's the little details in their relationship.

There's a whole other post I might make tomorrow on the amazing wingmanship between these two with Sammy and Ben's hilarious misunderstanding of Yaz being Kenji's wingman (Still not over that).

I love these two so much, my babies :))) There's so many moments between them that I caught on my rewatch.

Can't wait for JWCT, I miss the children so muchhhh

Toodles!

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Guilty as Sin? - Chapter Two

pairing: professor!javier peña x f!reader

rating: series is 18+ only, minors DNI, lots of yearning, derrick disappoints us, javier flirts...kinda, law school stuff that i'm researching as i go so bare with me actual lawyers and law students, mentions of a crime/DV (used as an example), reader wears skirts (for the sake of future smut)

word count: 3.8k

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After a long night of imagining Dr. Peña’s stern eyes peering into yours from between your thighs, it was time to face him yet again. With his Criminal Law class Monday through Wednesday, and his Intro to Forensics lab Wednesday through Friday, it seemed you’d have to learn to get used to his dizzying effect on you or else you’d never get a full night of sleep. It didn’t help that both Nina and Alondra had guests over last night, their explicit noises forcing you into sleeping with headphones on. 

Ears aching and eyes tired, you carried on with your day as usual. New lectures in Advanced Forensics and Criminal Profiling in the morning, and Dr. Peña’s class in the afternoon. Derrick followed you around in between classes, eager to prove himself to you by buying your latte and carrying your bag—even when you insisted you were fully capable of doing both on your own. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into him over the summer while he was away with his family in the Hamptons—a luxury you could only imagine as you spent your summer working as an underpaid secretary for a law firm. Perhaps it had to do with his older brother’s engagement and recent promotion to an attending physician that compelled him to be so pushy when it came to you. Unfortunately for him, you had no interest in getting married this young, not when you still had so much to prove. 

“Hopefully there’s a seat in the back today,” he said, opening the door to the lecture hall for you. While he may have a good reason for not wanting to be the center of Dr. Peña’s attention again, there was a decent sized part of you that adored his attention—even if it meant a scolding. Maybe especially if it meant that. 

“Yeah,” you lied, swallowing down your nerves as you stepped into a much more crowded room than yesterday. You scanned the room, now full of hopeful women and men who must have heard about Dr. Peña’s looks and transferred out of their old classes to get a glimpse of the man. Only five seats remained, four of them scattered around the auditorium and one in the front row. 

“Shit,” Derrick swore, scanning the room. “Guess we have to split up.”

You fought away the smirk threatening to spread across your face and frowned. “Sucks. Well, I’m gonna be in the front.”

“So he can pick on you?” Derrick asked, raising a brow. “There’s a seat near the back, take that one.”

“I’m fine,” you assured, giving him a glare to admonish whatever control he thought he had over what you chose to do. He scoffed, watching you as you made your way down the steps of the hall to the front row where you found a seat beside a girl you were friendly with during undergrad, Mayte. “Is this seat open?”

“Yeah,” she chirped with a smile, moving her bag from the seat to let you sit down. “Crazy how full this class is. I don’t feel like it was this packed yesterday.”

“It wasn’t,” you chuckled, unpacking your notebook and pen. 

Striding in in a red button down and almost skin tight black slacks that you couldn’t help but notice bulged out at the zipper, the reason for all the new transfers became clear. The hush that fell over the room was telling, a silence that filled you with so much jealousy you thought you might be sick. 

“Afternoon,” he greeted, setting his back down in his chair. After pulling out a stack of papers, he gave the room a quick once over, his shock written in the lift of his brows. “Full house today.”

The room filled with flirty laughter, your eyes rolling in response. Heading over to Mayte who sat at the start of the row, Dr. Peña handed her the stack of papers, his eyes flickering towards yours as he spoke, “Take one, pass it down.”

You looked away, the window now seeming far more interesting than it had a second ago. 

“Today’s lecture will be on the fundamental elements of crime,” he said, reaching his podium. Hearing your name called, you shrank a bit in your seat. Still, that thrill of earning his attention raced through your veins, daring you to meet his eyes. “Can you tell the class what these elements are?” 

You nodded, flipping to the page in your notebook you’d filled out the night before while studying. “The fundamental elements of a crime are actus reus, mens rea, and causation.” 

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards as he gave you a nod, his eyes hesitantly shifting from yours to the row behind you. “Mr. Velasquez, define actus reus for me.”

“Actus reus refers to the act of committing a crime, either knowingly or unknowingly,” he said. 

“Very good,” Dr. Peña commended. “Simply put, actus reus—which is Latin for guilty act—refers to the ‘what’ in a crime. These criminal actions must be considered voluntary and done during a lucid state to constitute a crime. For example, a sober man comes home from a hard day at work and assaults his wife. This act was done both in a conscious state and by his own volition. Now, if the wife were to be in a state of survival and had no other choice than to respond to the assault with an extreme measure, this is an entirely different story and does not meet the qualifications for actus reus.” 

“Murder is murder, isn’t it?” Derrick asked from somewhere in the middle row, causing you to roll your eyes. Did he really not understand the difference between murder and self defense this far into the law program?

“Murder is murder, and survival is survival, Mr. Crawley,” Dr. Peña explained, crossing his arms over his shoulders. “Do you disagree with this logic?”

“Sort of, yeah,” he said, matching Dr. Peña’s arrogance without possessing any of the charm. “There are ways to defend yourself without killing someone?”

“Do you think these victims have the time to strategize when they have a gun pressed to their temple? If there’s a blade to their throat?” he challenged. “They do what they have to do to survive. It’s not our place as lawyers to judge them, it’s our job to uphold the law.”

“Laws that are written with double standards,” Derrick scoffed, earning a shush that sounded an awful lot like Nina. 

“Perhaps if you make it to the end of the program you can change things,” Dr. Peña smirked, glancing at you before turning back to your friend who was looking an awful lot like a stranger these days. “But I’m not so certain that’ll be the case for you, Mr. Crawley.”

After the scene that was class, you met up with Alondra at the library, both of you determined to avoid the noise that came along with Derrick having his male friends over at the apartment. Beyond the obnoxious volume they all spoke at, you hated the way they watched you, whispering amongst themselves about how jealous they were that Derrick got to live with three beautiful girls—nevermind the fact that none of you wanted anything to do with him in that sense. 

“What are you doing your paper on for Arman’s class?” Alondra asked as she typed on her laptop. 

“Not sure yet,” you said, taking a bite out of the banana you’d hoped would fuel you until dinner. “Maybe capital punishment.”

“That’s good,” she commended. “I was thinking of analyzing the process of trying someone with psychological disorders.”

“Still interested in criminal psych?” 

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve done the psychology route instead, but there was no way I was going to convince my parents to fund that.”

“Why not?” you frowned. 

“They don’t think mental illness is a real thing, which is funny considering they both exhibit traits of bipolar disorder and narcissism,” she laughed, hiding her trauma behind a thin veil of humor like she always did. Not that you minded it. The whole expressing your feelings thing never really came that easily to you. “Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you something.”

“Oh, no,” you winced. 

“So rumor has it that you and Derrick have a little date on Friday?” 

“Yeah,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I just want to get it over and done with so he’ll drop the whole thing. I mean, four years into being friends and I never felt a thing for him. Does he really think that changed overnight?”

“Knowing him, probably,” she chuckled. “Anyways, I heard from a very credible source—“

“Sabina,” you guessed. 

“Maybe,” she blushed. “Anyways, she told me that on the first night back, Derrick hooked up with an undergrad and caught a case of the clap.”

“Shut up,” you gasped. “Chlamydia? At his grown age?”

“I know,” she laughed. “So, just be careful if you decide to—“

“Believe me, I had no intentions of fucking him before and I sure as hell have none now,” you assured, cringing at the thought. 

“Interesting conversation for a library, isn’t it?” Dr. Peña’s warm timbre sent a chill up your spine as he stood behind your chair, Alondra’s eyes wide and cheeks flushed. 

“We were just…gossiping,” she offered, shrugging the embarrassment off. “Women, am I right?” 

“Two very bright women who’d be far better off studying,” he challenged. 

You refused to turn around, his leather and vetiver scent combined with his proximity already too much for your system of self restraint to handle. Instead, you flipped the page of your textbook in strained silence. 

“I actually was hoping to speak to you about tomorrow’s lab,” he continued, now speaking directly to you. 

“8 p.m., got it,” you said, your tone clipped with frustration at your dirty mind. 

“It was actually in reference to your…clothing,” he returned, causing Alondra to raise a brow as she pretended to resume her typing. Turning in your seat, you peered up at him with furrowed brows. 

“What about my clothing?” you inquired. 

“You seem to wear a lot of dresses and skirts,” he noted, though he looked as if it was torture to even have this conversation. “I just wanted to remind you that appropriate PPE is required for all labs, which means—“

“Pants. Understood,” you said, turning back to your book. 

“Good,” he managed, almost sounding as if he’d lost his voice with how strained his tone was. “I’ll leave the two of you to your gossiping and studying, then.”

Alondra watched as he walked past your table, his hands tucked into his pocket as if he owned the place. 

“Hot,” she whispered, biting her lip. “I’m pretty gay, but that tension…” 

“There’s no tension, he’s just a dick,” you snapped, feeling your cheeks heat as you replayed the interaction over and over in your head. 

He really paid that much attention to you? So much so that he felt compelled to remind you of lab etiquette you learned back in high school? 

The delusional part of your mind swooned while the logical part recoiled. 

“Please show up in a mini skirt,” she begged, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Snorting at herself, she proceeded to mimic his deep voice, “I thought I told you no mini skirts.” 

“I’m begging you to shut the fuck up,” you sighed, rubbing your temples. 

“Yes, I’ve been such a naughty girl, Professor.”

“Would you look at that. Seems like it’s time for me to get the fuck out of here,” you said, closing your book and shoving it into your bag. 

“Don’t be like that, I’m just trying to paint an image,” she teased, laughing as you hustled to get your things packed. 

“Sorry, I’ve got a date with my bed,” you snarked, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

“How convenient,” she smirked, tapping her pen against her chin. “I give you a brand new fantasy and now you’re off to bed.”

“Someone’s moans kept me up all night so I’m exhausted,” you retorted, laughing at the way she kept staring you with that knowing look of hers. “Fuck off.”

“Love you more,” she called as you turned and walked away. 

After another night of restless sleep and inappropriate fantasies of Dr. Peña’s hands sliding up your skirt, it was time for yet another day of this back and forth. You’d expected Derrick to keep his distance after his humiliating interaction during CrimLaw, perhaps brood about like he usually did when things didn’t go his way, but it was business as usual today. He followed you around like a lost dog, talking your ear off about his upcoming project for his mock trial in his Criminal Procedures class as you wandered off in your mind to a reality where he hadn’t changed into this hyper masculine man you didn’t recognize. 

“I’m excited,” he beamed, rubbing his hands together. “First time to prove myself in a courtroom.”

“An artificial court room,” you clarified, earning a scowl. “Hey, I have to get to Peña’s lab.”

“We’re, uh, still good for Friday, right?” he asked, catching your elbow as you moved to walk away. 

“If you want,” you shrugged, looking down at where he still gripped your arm. “I should get going.”

He nodded, letting your arm go. “I’ll see you at home.” 

After managing to ditch Derrick, you assumed your walk to Dr. Peña’s lecture hall would give you a moment of respite, but of course fate had different plans. 

You didn’t even recognize him until he was already approaching with a cocky grin and his arms held out wide. Micah, the man who’d ruined your entire undergrad experience with all of his back and forth bullshit. You fought the urge to scrunch your nose in disgust over his new mullet and pitiful mustache he likely spent all summer growing. 

“Hey,” he chimed your name, creating an absurd desire inside you to change it just so you’d never have to hear it on his lips again. You feigned confusion, as if you could ever forget those green eyes that still haunted every dream. “Shit, you don’t recognize me.” He laughed. “It’s Micah.”

“Oh. Hey.” Your greeting was as strained as your smile. 

“You’re looking good,” he praised, admiring you from top to bottom. You cringed at his appraisal, at his ignorance over the entire situation. “How’s, uh, how’s law school?”

“Fine,” you replied, clipped and cold. 

“Why’re you acting like that?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. Oh, the amount of money you’d pay for the chance to slap that arrogant smirk right off his face. “You still holding onto all that old shit?”

“Four years of emotional abuse will do that,” you replied. “Anyways, I have to be somewhere.”

“C’mon, all your friends forgave me for that shit. Why can’t you?” 

Maybe today would be the day you finally lost your shit on him and ended up in jail. Though, that would mean missing Dr. Peña’s lab and you certainly couldn’t miss out on the chance to ogle him. 

“They forgave you because they weren’t the ones you fucked over,” you explained, choosing to be mature even when it ached. “So I get to decide when I want to forgive you. Not the other way around. And just as a good rule of thumb, I don’t plan on forgiving you anytime soon.”

“So what, we just avoid each other?” he frowned, daring to act as though he was hurt. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “Besides, won’t be long now until you flunk out since I’m not around to write your essays anymore.”

“Fucking bitch,” he hissed, signaling your cue to walk the fuck away before you did something that would end up with you in a jail cell. “And you wonder why I cheated!”

Shaking your head to clear out all the memories of nights spent sobbing on the floor or in Nina’s bed because yours reminded you of him too much, you marched off towards the lecture hall with five minutes to spare. Thankfully unlike your Criminal Law lecture, you didn’t have to worry about finding a seat given the fact that you’d be sitting at the front of class in a desk designated to the TA. 

You passed rows of undergrads whispering and laughing amongst themselves, all of them blissfully unaware of the storm heading their way. As you reached the front of the class, Dr. Peña walked in with the same frown of disapproval he wore on the first day of your lecture. 

“Evening,” he greeted, silencing the room with one simple word. He shot you a glance, doing a double take as he noticed you were still unpacking your bag and getting settled. 

“You’re late,” he scolded in a whisper as he walked over to your desk, the cinnamon on his breath invading your senses. 

“I’m five minutes early,” you challenged as you opened your notebook and jotted down the date, well aware of the sea of freshman and sophomore eyes trained on the two of you. 

“I need you here at seven-thirty,” he ordered. “I had to prep by myself.”

“I apologize,” you sighed, half due to your run in with Micah and half due to the ever present exhaustion of trying to keep your fantasies of your demanding professor at bay. “I’ll be on time tomorrow.”

“That would be appreciated,” he snarked, shaking his head as he wandered back to the center podium with a clearing of his throat. “Welcome to Intro to Forensics. I’m Dr. Peña, you’ll refer to me as such this semester—not dude, not bro, and certainly no nicknames. I’m not your friend, I’m here to teach you. Understood?”

God, he was a dick. A beautiful, wound up dick that you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

“This is your TA for the semester,” he introduced you by name, and something about the way it sounded on his lips caused your breath to hitch. “She’ll be here to help during labs as well as tutoring on her own time. If you have questions about the material or assignments, I suggest you speak with her first. You’ll find her tutoring hours on the syllabus.”

You frowned a bit as you thought about the whole tutoring part of being a professor’s assistant. Spending your weeknights at the library helping out undergrads sounded like pure torture at this point in your life, but at least the extra cash would go a long way towards covering your bills. 

“Today we’ll be covering DNA fingerprinting,” he said, pulling up a slideshow presentation. “Can anyone tell me how exactly this process works?”

A pretty freshman shot her hand up before he’d even finished speaking, curdling your stomach with jealousy you knew you had no right to feel. “Yes, Miss…?”

“You can just call me Jess,” she smiled, tucking a piece of her caramel brown hair behind her ears. 

“No. What’s your last name?” he sighed.  

“Jacobs,” she sputtered, her cheeks turning a shade of red. “DNA fingerprinting uses nucleotide sequences in DNA to determine who the fingerprints belong to.”

“Very good,” he nodded. “And what are nucleotides?”

“I…um, I don’t know,” she admitted, that sparkling smile now long gone as she stared down at her book. 

“Figured,” he chided, skipping to the next slide. “Your knowledge doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t explain it.”

Watching him talk down to a student shouldn’t have stirred you the way that it did. In fact, if he’d been any other man talking to a woman that way, you’d have detested him. But there was something about Dr. Peña that poisoned your mind in his favor, a very annoying thing you now had to add to your list of shit to sort out upstairs. 

After a relatively silent lab where the students had to match DNA samples to their rightful owner, it was nearing ten o’clock, the pitch black sky outside beckoning you to hurry the fuck up and get to bed. Of course, nature was forgetting your very demanding professor who seemed dead set on wearing you out in all the wrong ways. 

“You take half, I’ll take half,” he suggested, splitting the stack of worksheets in two and handing you your share as you sat in his private office that was adjoined to the lecture hall. “Should be finished quickly enough.”

“Is there any way I can just do these at home?” you asked, your eyelids growing heavier with each blink. 

He studied you for a beat, those brown eyes traversing every single feature, every inch from head to toe as if he was searching for something. “If you’d prefer.”

“I’m just really tired,” you admitted, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. “Don’t want to accidentally fall asleep in your office.”

“That would be inconvenient,” he chuckled, and god, what a sound. “Grade them wherever you’d like, just make sure you drop them off tomorrow morning.”

Nodding, you grabbed your bag and carefully tucked the papers inside. 

“Tomorrow morning,” you echoed.

“I look forward to it,” he smiled, a fleeting thing that disappeared the moment you turned to look at him. “Have a good night.” 

You took in a slow inhale and offered him a more lasting smile. “You too, Professor.”

“And don’t worry about the PPE tomorrow,” he added, stopping you as you moved to leave the room. Raising your brow at him, he looked entirely unphased, his eyes once again combing you over before he seemed to realize himself. “No lab, just a lecture.”

“Right,” you said, biting your lip. “I’ll be sure to wear my shortest skirt.” 

Did you really just say that? Out loud? 

Dr. Peña cracked a smile and shook his head, turning back to his desktop. “I wouldn’t want you to cause a scene.”

“I’m not sure the sight of me in a skirt is scene worthy.”

He tilted his head to the side in consideration, his eyes still locked on his screen. 

“I’d beg to differ,” he said, wearing that taunting fucking smirk as he typed. “Anyways, be safe getting home.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled—at him, at yourself, at everything. “Night, Dr. Peña.”

“Good night,” he smiled. 

And just like that, you discovered a way to taunt him the way he taunted you by just existing. 

[brucewaynehater101]

Fake Uncle is brilliant! Love it!

Bruce: so the uncle was real?

Tim: yup

Bruce: but he's an evil uncle???

Tim: yup

Bruce: why did you never tell me??

Tim *blinks: it never came up. Duh.

Well, for the Drakes. I was thinking they'd be aliens as well. But even within their culture they were aloof. Like maybe as strategists but not someone with a family circle. They had no clue what to do with a child. But, their king handed them a baby with his final breath. Earth looked safe, so that's where they went.

I'm sure they were baffled by earth human customs. I imagine raising children is different on earth. They were, however, good at negotiations, so they worked their way up the social ladder, hoping to give Tim a better life (not quite princely, but close).

I really like the idea about them searching for artifacts to teach Tim about their home!!! Good idea!! I'll have to use that!

The Drakes tried, but I think they mostly threw money at Tim. New bike? Sure. Want to learn Mandarin? Why not? Want a new nanny cause the last one was rude? Of course, your highness! Immediately!

New nannies happened all the time because timbo was a brat and fired them for petty stuff as a little kid.

Kori would be a fun add-on! Maybe she offers Tim slightly wrong advice culturally.

K: -and do this! It's very important!

T: does it.

Staff: Noooooo! This is WRONG!

T and K: confused.

Tim was trained that he was a prince, but he also was taught that it was very, very unlikely that he would take the throne. (The Drakes died later)

EXACTLY! That's along the lines I was thinking, but I'm not super great at making up funny traditions yet. Lol.

You are CORRECT about Tim "not being able to change rules" and "unstable position". It makes sense for the AU.

Ridiculous subjects are in the plan!

Subject: I have brought you this gift Your Highness. *bows with jar of slime.

Tim*is concerned: it's moving?!

Subject *shocked: Of course, Highness! I would only bring you alive Grummk!

Tim: .....ok....thank you?

Damian would be fascinated and JEALOUS me thinks.

I am so vibing with the Drakes trying their best and being so clueless as well. I'd love to see a scene or two of Janet and Jack just arguing with each other as toddler Tim causes chaos in the background.

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree in the backyard?"

Jack: "Yeah. I saw an article about human kids and trees or something."

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree that the gardener sectioned off for safety?"

Jack: "Yes?"

Janet: ".... I'm sure it'll be fine."

Tim ended up with a broken arm.

I liked the court scene you had! Stuff like that would be hilarious to read ^^

Are there any differences between Tim/the Drakes and humans? It would be funny if it's something small, especially that all humans have (like the ability to taste cinnamon or something). Just traits that Tim is able to get away with by leaning into his "I was neglected by my 'parents' and thus have no clue how to do normal human things like the human I totally am." Any physical traits (like a blue birthmark) could be cool as well.

Tim, if you wanted, could also bond with Kara and Clark about being an alien raised on Earth.

I think Damian could become an advisor for Tim. That would be kind of cute to see. They could also bond about being heirs of empires that they thought they would never actually inherit.

Dick could charm/be a court performer if he wanted to do that. Alfred would definitely get his hands on the kitchen staff to ensure Tim is properly being fed. Barbara would beef up Tim's security.

Cass would probably play pranks on Tim's "army" while Steph gathered blackmail on the planet's high society (and pull pranks on the ones that pissed her off).

I don't know enough about Helena Bertinelli, but maybe she would treat it as a fun vacation to intimidate rich people?

Duke might be interested in learning more about Tim's home world and what it's like to space travel. He would also be the one to accidentally set half the castle on fire.

I don't know if you'd like your AU to have all the Bats, but there's some stuff they could do.

[fictionalgap]

I Hate My Coworker (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Modern Au! Barista! Kit Thantalos x Barista! Reader

Summary: Kit gets distant and you wonder why.

Warning: Swearing, SMUT

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Song Recommendation: Fever - Dua Lipa,Angèle

A few days passed since you opened up to Kit about everything. Joseph was in shock to see you getting along. There was just a tiny little problem. You started to realize you feel attracted to Kit.

You realized you were jealous of her when you saw the regular customer again, Rachel's hand touched on her hand while giving her the tray. You saw Kit pause for a second than her face fell. She looked at Rachel and Rachel winked at her.

You felt nauseous.

You never did anything sexual with Kit after your confession but you felt your friendship bloom.

Now, you were left alone with your feelings while making a latte for the waiting customer.

"Here's your latte. " You smiled to the customer.

"Thank you." The man took the latte from your hands.

"Enjoy."

He was about to leave the shop but he turned and approached to you again.

"Actually, Can I ask you something? " It was obvious he was nervous.

"Uhm...yes." You were curious.

" Can I ask your number? " He smiled shyly.

He was cute but

He wasn't Kit.

You looked at Kit's direction to see her watching you two carefully with wide eyes. She looked like a tigeress waiting to attack.

You smirked to her direction and turned to the man with a smile.

"Sure."

You started writing your number on the cup and you gave it to the man.

You looked at Kits direction to see her nowhere to be found.

You wanted her to be jealous. You couldn't help but think maybe that backfired.

~~~

You barely talked Kit after the man you gave your number left the shop.

You picked your backpack and you were ready to leave. You saw Kit leaving the shop as well. After you made up she never left the shop without saying goodbye.

"Hey! Kit! "

She turned around with an annoyed face.

"What? "

You backed away in shock.

" What's wrong? "

"Nothing." She kept on walking and you followed her.

"There's clearly something! Did I do something wrong? " When she ignored you again, you stood in your place and shouted.

"Talk to me Thantalos! " You were pissed.

She turned to your direction and started walking towards you.

"Are you mad? " She asked you, shocked from your shouting.

"You made me mad. " You blurted.

She chuckled to your answer.

"What's wrong? "

She wet her lips before she talked.

"For someone who doesn't flirt with random strangers you were pretty good today. You literally looked into my eyes while giving him your number."

So, she got jealous...

"So, you're jealous... " Your smile met your eyes.

"Jealous? I-I thought that you thought It was inappropriate to give numbers to strangers in your workplace. " She tried to explain nervously.

This was her first time being nervous in front of you.

You rolled your eyes. "Like you care. "

"I don't but you do." She looked away.

You bit inside of your cheek.

"Did you give her your number? "

Kit raised her brow in confusion.

"Who?"

"Rachel."

"Why do you ask? " She crossed her arms with a wicked smile.

"Just, I'm trying to make a conversation, okay! " You explained in hurry and rage.

"I didn't give her my number... and I don't plan on it." She eyed you up and down.

"Hm... Maybe after brushing your fingers and after intense eye contact I might have think in that way..."

She heavily breathed.

"See, you're the one who is jealous. Also, she touched me..."

"Hm..."

"So will you? "

"Will I what? "

"Answer his call and go out with him? "

She asked you and tried to look not interested as she can be.

"I don't know..." You averted your eyes.

"Hm...He didn't seem like your type." She corrected her posture.

"How do you know my type? " You laughed at her.

She looked at your eyes without saying anything but she had a hopeful expression on her face as much as you can tell.

"Do you want to come over?" Words slipped out your mouth before you could help it.

Her eyes widened a little then she looked down at her feet.

"For what? "

"Hang out, watch a movie? My grandma is staying with her sister. House is empty. "

"I wouldn't mind your grandma. I like her. She is lovely."

" Well, too bad It's just me then. "

"Yeah, too bad." She nudged your arm with hers playfully as you walk towards your house.

~~~

You played an action - comedy movie you both watched and liked before. You made some popcorn for both of you to eat.

You put them into different bowls so there was no chance of your hands touching each other.

Even though you wanted them to.

You felt like Kit was jealous but you weren't sure If she felt the same as you. Maybe she was just fooling around.

"Y/N? " Kit called your name.

Your head slowly turned to her as If you were in a trance.

"Sorry... did you say something? "

"Just... You have been looking at your bowl for five minutes." She explained.

"Oh." Was all that came out.

"Are you okay? "

"Yeah, just zoned out."

"Hm... " She narrowed her eyes.

You sighed.

"Why don't you go out with Rachel? " You popped the question all of a sudden.

She looked at you dumbfounded.

"Why should I? " She turned to you.

"She seems nice and pretty. " You looked at your bowl again.

"I am attracted to more than nice and pretty. " She said proudly.

"Oh yeah? Like what? "

"I like it when someone challenges me."

Oh.

"That's different... In a good way."

"Yeah... " She said and she looked at you.

You looked at her. She was close. Your shoulders were touching. Her eyes darted to your lips and your darted to hers.

"I find it really attractive when someone is being stubborn and-" She wet her lips, keeping the eye contact with you.

You moved a little closer and she closed the gap between you two.

Your hands went to the back of her neck, playing and tugging with the short hairs. Her hands found your waist as you sloppily made out with her. You melt into her embrace. Her smell was intoxicating your mind. You wanted more. You left her lips and she whined. You went for her neck. You hold her neck with one of your hand you gently started sucking it. You felt Kit smile. You bit her neck to leave a hickey and she moaned as soon as you did.

You waited too long to hear that sound.

"Marking me up already? " She giggled.

You didn't say anything as a reply.

Her hand found the back of your head and started to caress it. You licked to soothe where you left a hickey on her neck. So that Rachel girl knows that she's not available.

And because you also wanted to do that.

She started to kiss your neck too slowly bu then she got eager.

"Do you want a matching one of those? " She asked but she didn't wait for your response as she bit the flesh on top of your collarbone and you moaned loudly. She sucked on it to soothe but it hurted like h*ll... In a good way.

"Now, what will he think If you meet him cause It's gonna be very purple."

Her hand found it's way inside your tshirt.

"Kit, please. " You moaned into her ear. That snapped something in her as she got rid of your tshirt and you helped her git rid of hers too.

You started kissing again furiously. All that sexual tension built up between you two was finally releasing.

She attacked your boob with her mouth as her hand freed you from your bra. Her teeth found it's way that sensitive spot, side of your boob and bit there mercilessly.

"That's for hitting my boob. " She said between kisses.

"If that's the result I can keep on hitting them. " You whined.

She laughed at what you have just said.

You got rid of her bra. She was beautiful.

"You can touch them. "

You cupped her breasts and started playing with them.

"Just please don't hit."

"No promises. " You giggled as you sucked her nipple and your other hand squeezed the other one.

Your hand found it's way to her jeans as her hands did too.

"I did promised you a head, right? " She asked as she bit her lip.

"Hm... you didn't forget. " you said playfully.

"How can I forget? " She rolled her eyes while smiling.

"Okay, then get to work." You patted your led twice.

"As you wish. " She opened her arms to both sides.

She got rid of your pants and panties and digged her head between your legs. You felt her licking and sucking your clit. You started to squirm but she held your legs and didn't let you move around. She stabilized you with her one arm and squeezed the other one on the couch. You felt her finger playing with your clit then pumping two fingers inside.

"Y-you're tight... F*ck."

You held onto her arm as she was keep pumping and curling those fingers inside you.

Your moans filled the house.

You whined as you felt the lack of fingers inside you but she started to use her tounge again. You didn't know how she did it but she knew what she was doing. She moaned too as you tugged her hair. She held both of your legs with her arms and devoured down there. Your mind felt fuzzy and blank. You couldn't think if anything but only felt pleasure.

"Kit I think I'm-"

"Come for me. " She said and then continued to devour you.

You relaxed your body and let go as she told you to. She licked every last drop came inside you. Then her fingers but she didn't licked them all. She left two for you and you licked them all the way, of course you kept the eye contact.

She looked delighted from seeing you like this.

You curled and curled your fingers, hitting that sweet spot of hers again and again.

You reached to her pants and opened them and tugged them down. She was already soaking. You left butterfly kisses on her thighs. She leaned down on the couch and your fingers found it's way to her clit.

Her moans and sounds of wetness were filling the house now.

You felt ecstatic to make her feel this way.

"I-Im comi-"

"Come on my hand! " You growled.

She looked at you with lidded eyes.

You kissed each of her eyes.

She was so pretty like this.

When she came you licked your hand clean and leave two for her as she did with you. You understood why she looked so delighted during you sucking them clean.

~~~

After you cleaned up, you cuddled on the couch, face to face.

You pecked her lips. She pecked your nose then your forehead. Your forehead touched hers as you kept looking into her blue eyes.

Before you both fell asleep on the couch, her face was the last thing you see.

[silverynight]

Hot spring

Shinobu knows Giyuu is hiding something; he used to avoid his own estate and now he spends the majority of his time (when he's not on a mission) there.

It's weird. She brings it up to the others before a meeting (because Giyuu is running late) and they don't seem to find it as fascinating as she does, until they see the water hashira in a good mood later that day. He even smiles at something Mitsuri says and that's when they start looking at each other with the same shocked expressions on their faces.

"We want to see your estate, it's been a while since we've been there," Tengen says suddenly, staring at the other hashira to see his reaction.

"No," Giyuu blurts out, then he realizes that his answer is odd, judging by the way Kyojuro's brows quirk up and he adds: "I mean... There's nothing interesting going on there. I don't see the point."

"We still want to go." Sanemi says, trying not to smirk at the obvious reluctance in the water hashira's face.

Perhaps he realizes that acting like that is getting the opposite effect of what he's trying to achieve, because after a couple of seconds, he nods.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. There's nothing interesting there."

***

Shinobu is so disappointed... Everything seems to be as usual in the estate. Nothing shocking... There's a few kakushi and some slayers walking around, some of them are training. But there's nothing going on.

The others look at her, Tengen rolls his eyes and even Gyomei sits on the ground to start meditating.

"Satisfied?" Giyuu asks, trying not to smile with amusement at them.

"No!" Mitsuri pouts, prompting Obanai to stare fondly at her. "At least let's go to the hot spring–"

"No," Giyuu cuts her off, drawing everyone's attention back to him. It's a mistake and he knows it. "It's not... ready."

"Let's go anyway," Muichiro says, already heading towards there.

Gyomei rises from the ground and Shinobu tries not to grin triumphantly because she knows she's about to find out the big secret.

When they get there, it seems like there's just a normal, boring hot spring, but suddenly they hear a splash and a beautiful boy comes out of the water. He doesn't get out completely so they only can see part of his shoulders.

"I'm glad you're back, Tomioka-san!" The redhead smiles in a way that makes everyone melt. Even Gyomei, but maybe it's because of the sound of his sweet voice. "Are they your friends? Hi! Nice to meet you, I'm Kamado Tanjirou!"

Of course, the hashira are pretty much charmed already, so they introduce themselves.

"Can we join you?" Kyojuro asks, eyes glimmering like they're on fire. Shinobu can tell he's quite taken with the redhead already. Well, all of them are.

"NO!" Giyuu yells at the same time Tanjirou nods: "Yes, of course!"

"But, Tanjirou..."

"It's alright, Tomioka-san. I can tell we can trust them."

That's when they notice the boy has pointy ears. They look cute, even though they're not–

And then there's another splash, Tanjirou moves and they realize there's a beautiful ruby fish tail... That's attached to his body.

"You're keeping a merman?" Obanai asks, turning around to look at Giyuu.

"How?"

"Why?"

"It's okay!" Tanjirou assures them. "He saved me a while ago and has allowed me to stay here, because a couple of demons are looking for me. He's been very kind to me."

At that Giyuu turns completely red in seconds and Shinobu just knows why he's been doing all of that for that sweet merman. But she doesn't blame him.

"Can I touch you?" Gyomei asks and Tanjirou immediately agrees before Giyuu can say anything against it.

The stone hashira is very gentle actually, but when he gets to Tanjirou's ears, the merman's cheeks turn slightly pink.

"We'll take care of you," Gyomei promises.

"There's no need–"

"That's an excellent idea!" Sanemi smirks mischievously, cutting Giyuu off. "We'll get rid of any demon who tries to harm you."

"That's very sweet of you."

Shinobu can tell Tanjirou is special because just with a few kind words he leaves the wind hashira speechless and very flustered.

"Would you also help me find my sister? I know she's still out there..."

"Anything for you, my boy!" Kyojuro promises with a huge grin on his face.

Giyuu is already grimacing like he's in pain because now he's not the only one who gets to spend time with Tanjirou. He knows already they'll be in his estate at every single opportunity they have.

"So... Can we get in the hot spring?" Mitsuri asks, face turning completely red in seconds.

"Of course!"

At least he's the only one planning to court him... right?

***

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She definitely tried to gross out Odysseus in a dumb "You think you can handle me, idiot? >:) " way. (She's stubborn and in denial at first. When she realizes she actually likes him, she's a mess.) And while eating raw fish is normal for naiad-born in Sparta, when she learned Odysseus wasn't used to naiads in daily life, she just really went wild with it.

He's just staring at her kind of expressionless and she thinks "Ha, see? You don't really like me."

But he's just like

"You like carp? Cuz if you do, we got plenty on Ithaca! Many more fish too! And if we don't, I'll get you some!"

And she's annoyed because her plan didn't work. Girlie is self-sabotaging even though she thinks he's neat.

[shorthaltsjester]

nothing more morally reprehensible than a cleric (checks notes) using the key features of their class…? surely that can’t be where we are regarding analysis of character actions in cr at this point.

[crymeariveronceagain]

It shrilled, through an air crackling with blue light, and with each flash a great jolt drubbed through me till I thought my bones would break and the sap fly out of me like a split plant. I wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done.

--- The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath.

[chryzure]

idol azure being a major loser whose favorite celebrity is chrysi (horror movie actress), who also has no fucking clue this guy exists. azure’s retweeting every single one of her promo posts for random horror movies she’s in & getting a lot of his fans to watch these movies and chrysi accidentally ran into him in an airport and did NOT know who he was

[huntingrays]

so, i love and vibe w bi leo, it’s so good

however

something just hits different with gay leo who’s been performing heterosexuality for years

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

My Sofia the First ships related headcanon is that Sofia is asexual so none of it matters

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Horsies in the Plex if Roxy is a horse lover before she knows they've ever existed here is really good honestly. She's off exploring, finding random horse themed things and immediately drops what she's doing to run over to Vanessa with it like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!" cause Vanessa also likes horsies and is the reason Roxy likes them so much in the first place.

Like it starts with a prop horseshoe or something. Then she's finding plushies and building a little collection of them, making sure to give Vanessa one every time she finds a new one. Then she finds a random ass saddle or a bunch of prop hay bales or something. A bridle. Some bit pieces. A harness for a wagon. The wagon itself. Horse action figures. Whatever else. She's been excited about every single thing she's found so far and wonders how much more there is to find...

Opens a new storage room door and she finds actual fucking horses. Deactivated, dusty as hell, animatronic horsies.

Fucking grabs Vanessa and takes off running into areas Vanessa is absolutely not allowed to be in at all to show her all the horsies sndjjd like "VANESSAA!!! THERE'S HORSES!!!! NESSA HORSES ARE REAL!!! THEY REALLY EXIST NESSA LOOOOK!!!!"

[aeirithgainsborough]

i am afeared that aerith and clouds play-up in the trailer was a psych-out and that her and zack will be together post her death, or whatever happens instead. do not want this to be true. but i am scared

There is no part of me that believes this will happen.