#like my driving instructor is an amazing teacher

[dorminchu]

WIP Wednesday: Between Heaven & Earth, Chapter One

A rough cut of a scene where Eren and Annie interact + worldbuilding

1912

The office was flooded with applications to the Garrison, since it was easier to get into than the Military Police and had the second-lowest mortality rate out of all three branches. It sounded nice, coming from the mouths of recruiters, but even the lowest ranking position in the Garrison was safer than the Scouting Legion. An overabundance of spending on resources with little to show for it but a seventy-five percent mortality rate.

The majority of the Trainee Corps budget went towards ODM equipment, food and space for the cadets as well as horses. Training accidents were infrequent but inevitable. Just like the Warrior Unit, everything else fell by the wayside to make space for more important matters.

When it came to combat, the instructors were teaching fundamentals out of principle. Unarmed combat might buy you a few seconds in a real-life situation. Any criminal could drive the sharp end of a whisky bottle into the newly-made private’s stomach and that would be that. Soldiers were usually more acquainted with ODM gear than a rifle outside of the MPs, who rarely had cause to use them. Why bother teaching this at all, if it wouldn't be utilized? Marley never taught the cadets a skill they wouldn't have to use, especially in the Warrior Unit. Everything they learnt would be reincorporated into their term.

“Hey, Leonhardt!” Braun on Paradis, in Marley, never changed. She stopped pace. “You can’t keep slacking off like this.”

Sucking up to the first cadet who asks for help is not going to make you into a better Warrior than I am. This exercise isn’t for points. You shouldn’t be drawing attention to me in the first place, you hypocrite.

She caught Jaeger’s eye.

Here’s a lesson on what not to do.

Braun, shoving Jaeger in her line of sight, said, "Looks like you have a new teacher," and caught her eye with a look that screamed better you than me.

Just her luck.

Scowling, she made eye-contact with Jaeger and threw him the knife. “Your turn.”

Jaeger caught the knife. In the time it took for him to open his mouth and say, “What?” she’d already closed the distance. Disarmed and grounded. Easier than a dummy.

Jaeger’s mouth split into a toothy grin. "That was amazing!" Clambering to his feet, dusting himself off, he said, "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"My father." She did not add it was a pretty basic technique. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not what you’re supposed to be learning anyway.”

He stared at her, eyes shining with fervor. “Let me try again. Disarm me.”

She stared back.

The only time she got to scrap without holding back was with Braun or Porco Galliard. In Marley the instructors were pushing a bayonet into her hands. In Paradis, a wooden knife. Turned onto the front-lines, the Warrior cadets fought to kill, not disarm. She shouldn’t be going easy on the enemy.

The third time Jaeger wound up on his ass, she offered a hand. “You almost had it.”

“Really?” Jaeger reached out to take it; she withdrew and caught him in the stomach with her boot. He got back to his feet, staggering, a tic in his jaw. “What the hell—was that for?”

“You left yourself open.” Resuming stance, unfazed. “I bet you’ve never won a fight in your life.”

A few cadets stopped to watch. Each time she flipped Jaeger over there were cheers. Nothing like back home, in Marley it was always perfunctory.

(Even though Eren is outmatched on a technical level, he innately gets that he has to disable her legs. Perhaps he fights dirty for a similar reason as Annie does; mirroring his point to Reiner in canon about how practice with a fellow soldier doesn't prepare the soldier for a real life situation)

("Don't have any honor?"

Jaeger grunted. "Fairness doesn't mean much in a real fight."

"That's smart, coming from you."

He huffed. "It's realistic." )

Shadis barked at them to disperse.

Jaeger spat into the dirt and said, “I can’t keep up with you.”

“You’re right.” She walked in the direction of the mess hall. Jaeger followed at her heels.

“You could teach me,” he said, “how to fight.”

“Why should I?”

“’Cos I want to learn.” He made a face like she was being obtuse on purpose. “I’ve been in a lot of fights, and I’ve never seen anyone move like that.”

Persistent. Good for target practice, if nothing else.

“Hm,” said Annie. “You’re not going to cry when you lose?”

“I won’t if you won’t,” he said, the light coming back into his eyes. He bumped her shoulder with his. “Next time, we’re partners. Don’t forget!”

[ledenews]

Santorine: Generation to Generation, Ideals Are Handed Down

When I’m around my contemporaries, there are conversations I work to avoid. Doctors, drugs, hospitals, and insurance are high on that list. I also don’t like to wax poetic about the past. Today is as good as it gets, and when tomorrow starts it’s going to be better. I do like to observe how things were different. An innocuous discussion about how back in the late 1970s if you were close to the legal intoxication limit, the police seemed to have a lot more latitude in how you were treated. History shows this to be completely accurate. Of course, this was before those brave, mad mothers helped us realize a real issue, but if you were foolish about it back then, you would lose your license. Recently, while sitting at the bar in my daughter’s restaurant, I was talking about exactly this topic with a retired banker who I did a bit of business with some years back. We both agreed that back then we were more worried about our fathers than about what the police could do to us if we got caught driving under the influence. The retired banker’s father was a Marine in the Second World War. Mine, a Drill Instructor. They were part of a community of veterans who were highly concerned with appearances and reputation. While they didn’t know each other, there was a commonality of experience. A special depth of understanding. They had fought through about the worst that humans could do to each other, and they knew what tied us together, and a critical part of any lasting success was reputation. No police officer, no judge, no one could or would rattle us like our Dad’s could. It was a combination of their expectation that they fought for the freedoms and the privileges that we enjoy, and how dare their offspring screw it up for themselves or others. Top of our list in any situation was to make these demanding men, our fathers, proud. Their community was cohesive. The highest accolade any of them had was the fact that they served their country with honor and could therefore be depended upon. Reputation. WWII and Korean Conflict veterans knew it was everything, and they were going to make certain their children understood this essential message, and I think we did. I was born near the very end of the “Baby Boom.” The men who were my teachers and my bosses were all WWII veterans. They were leaders and team players. They knew that together there was little they could not accomplish. They had an incredible influence on the Baby Boom Generation. They grew up being influenced by men from the previous generation who were involved in “the war to end all wars,” and that wording carries special meaning when describing events that change everything. I knew few of them. All honorable men, but they never had the camaraderie and the esprit de corps of their World War II children. I was close with my first and second-grade teacher, Mrs. Davidson. She retired at the end of my second-grade year, and contrary to popular belief, I didn’t drive her out of teaching, but I was a handful. Being close to Myrtle Davidson meant you also knew her stepfather, “Dad” Gannon. He passed away in the late 1970s at the age of 105 years. He had an amazing quality of life right up to the end. I remember being called to hurry to Mrs. Davidson’s house, as she was worried that “Dad Gannon” would hurt himself. He had hired some men to shingle a shed and was not happy with the work that they were doing, so he dismissed them and decided to do it himself. He had to be every bit of 103 years old at the time. I spotted him on that project. I was probably 16 years old, and I filled the “fetch” role, but I also learned to wear a carpenter’s apron, and I was taught to nail the shingles just so. We talked – I was excited about attending American Legion Boy’s State to learn about how our republic functions and he was committed to continuing to lead bird-watching sessions at the local nature center. It’s something he’s been doing since the early 1960s. He mentioned how fortunate I was to have the men in the community who had served and also gave back with important projects like Boy’s State. He said the men in his early life fought in a much different conflict, and when they returned to civilian life they had to pressure the government to do the right thing and provide them with benefits and consideration for their service. That was during his early life. He was born about 1871. Of course, he was talking about the war between the states. As many will quip, there was nothing civil about it. So here I am, in my mid-60s, realizing that some very basic truths and beliefs were passed down to me and that I was gifted the opportunity to touch truths from so long ago. I don’t believe subsequent generations let those soldiers in blue and grey uniforms down in any way. I do believe we are at our best when we strive to live up to their expectations, do the right things, and continue to build our individual reputations. At the end of the day, that is all there is for each of us. I think we should work to honor those who came before, and provided us with such and amazing starting point. Building our individual reputations, and living up to our parents’, and their parents’ expectations is so very critical to each of us because when I look in the mirror, I see my Dad over one shoulder and all the men and women who made a difference to me over the other shoulder. I won’t let any of you down. Promise. Read the full article

[krs724490]

7/22/2023

God said sit and write and not just anywhere but right here. with the ability to go faster. its hard to come home and see charming little houses that I can afford. pause for zillow break...

my mind has been not super turbulent but its interesting being a single girl with the world at her fingertips. being in a place she loves. the exact place god intended for her and still looking as if the grass is greener on some other side. looking for whats next. the house to buy. the raise in pay. the next yoga training to bring her up a level. something to bite into. there is enough on my plate now. I want to be a better spin and yoga instructor, I want to get damn good at ape. I dont need to keep reaching at this point. I want to solidify my recovery to be so rock solid, so unshakable. I want to give myself the grandest foundation to leap from. There is a lot of work to be done where I am and so I dont want to reach. Part of me is craving yoga. A lot of me is craving yoga. I miss having good teachers. I honestly can’t say I’ve found any in colorado that truly astonish me. that really impress me with transitions and theming. God I’m sending it to you, the feeling or aoisoiajsdoij hahaha you sent this feeling to me! that yoga needs to come back into my life. that way I can be a better instructor for the people I teach over week. I am planting the intention to try more places. Seek out new teachers. to learn more so that I can show up for my people better.

Daniel comes up as well. Its not so much that I think of him when I’m bored, although that happens. It feels like he lives behind my eyelids. It feels like hes just underneath my skin, like he’s always just kind of there and he surfaces every once in awhile. He isn’t really in my head, he’s in my body. My body holds memory of his energy and sends him to me every once in awhile, unprovoked. That’s why I don’t know why it happens it seems SO God sent. It scares me because how is this possible. Today, driving home with my mom there were a million thoughts of Brian. How we couldve afforded a house together, how he used to use coupons and my mom loves coupons. How he wanted a boat etc etc and I again forgot why I broke up with him. I keep forgetting. I’m sitting here typing this right now and I still dont remember. The dockhand at the marina was blonde and so tan anddd thats my type and brian was exactly my type. he was so perfect I can’t remember why. its like I have to close my eyes in order to remember. oh yes, I recall after a pause - it was me working so hard on my stuff and him just not getting it. him brushing it off. him patting me on the head and saying yes that’s great but not UNDERSTANDING. and it was the same for me back to him, I did not understand him. he would have his problems and I just could not fathom why they were issues. what I do on a day to day basis is hard. and I put my whole heart into it because it matters to me and I want to someone who can recognize the energy and effort I bring. someone who can appreciate it truly truly for what it is. someone like daniel

ANYWHO

I’m not sure what this go around will look like for me, this life. and I’m tired of trying to guess. all I know is where I am right now in CO feels damn good and I shouldn’t get jumpy. all there is to do now is sink my roots in and grow from the amazing people ive surrounded myself with. I know there will come a time where I will outgrow this practice. It will be old and rung dry, nothing to offer me. but for now, there is fertile soil. and I feely happy with just the right amount of challenge and inspiration. thank you god. thank you,.

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King Arthur is my Waifu Novel-Astral Pet Store-Astral Pet Store Chapter 798 – Divine Residence In The Void enjoy rebel Garland and Pablo viewed each other well with a peculiar expression. O'Neil obtained originally arranged to offer one fruits, but he made a decision to provide another after discovering of Su Ping's ident.i.ty. “The smaller unexplainable realms are handled by top rated experts and big makes, but that unowned unexplainable world just been located as well as being ready to accept each of us. Based on the cleverness I've acquired, it may well are members of the primordial era. It's very likely that it really has misplaced secret tactics. He didn't analyze the many fruits. It absolutely was extremely unlikely that this benefits have been counterfeit, given that they acquired long gone there specially to offer them as items. That is certainly, unless of course these folks were looking to p.i.s.s him out of. The surrounding Pablo spoke respectfully through telepathy. Combat animal fighters became through experiencing hazardous fights. It was included with the territory. “I'll bring them then.” Su Ping chuckled. Also, he thought to Pablo, “Take good care of her. I am going to examine her investigation now and then.” Su Ping glanced at him, strong in thinking. He asked, “Must be very dangerous planning there, appropriate? Otherwise, every one of the treasures could have been taken away.” “Some from the well known unfamiliar realms have a great number of treasures that does not even Ascendant Status specialists can exhaust them! These mystical realms are typically beneath the management of the key causes. They are utilized as instruction sanctuaries! “Well, to give them a call good is definitely an understatement. They're magnificent!” O'Neil was amazed by Su Ping's concern. He instantly extended, “Some of your ancient strange realms stream out from the much deeper s.p.a.ce and appear anywhere in the universe when their constraints have loosened. Astral Pet Store O'Neil was approximately to confess the intention of his check out he was bewildered immediately after hearing what Pablo reported. An instant after, he couldn't assist but sense greatly amazed when he discovered that Pablo's value was guided towards Su Ping. “I'll drive them then.” Su Ping chuckled. In the end, most instructors would mostly concentrate on coaching their household pets they rarely journeyed out on risky escapades. Novel “I'll contemplate it,” he explained. He was both a grandmaster instructor as well as a warrior with Celebrity State overcome capabilities. Right, grandmaster teachers were at least in the Celebrity Point out dealing with wasn't the guy's specialization. Learning to be a grandmaster mentor was his most important concentrate. Novel He was both a grandmaster mentor and also a warrior with Superstar State deal with abilities. Right, grandmaster experts were not less than within the Superstar State battling wasn't the guy's specialization. As a grandmaster coach was his main focus. Su Ping was slightly shocked, not wanting the man to indicate up bearing gift items. O'Neil persisted telepathically inside a low sound, “After some inspection, it's been learned that there's a medieval divine property inside that unexplainable realm. The spot emanates a amazing gentle, indicating the existence of great treasures. The news has yet to distribute. I figured out it coming from a senior Star Lord I'm informed about.” The close by Pablo spoke respectfully through telepathy. “A collapsing vortex was recently recognized in the fringe of Zeruprun. It was subsequently initially thought to be a tiny dark-colored spot, nonetheless it turned out to be a mysterious world.” “Are there excellent components of it?” Su Ping wasn't too interested in bizarre realms. In the end, the farming websites he got usage of equaled to plenty of mystical realms. Not only O'Neil Garland also considered Pablo in surprise. O'Neil begun to perspire freezing perspire he experienced that his back was chilly as he recollected that his grandson experienced made an effort to rob a grandmaster fitness instructor of his pet. He been curious about if this became a trao the man possessed looking for him. Not merely O'Neil Garland also checked out Pablo in jolt. “Senior Grandmaster, greetings.”

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If performing (acting, singing, dancing, etc) wasn't an option, what professions do you think all the new directioners would be pursuing instead?

Oh anon this is a wonderful question thank you so much for asking it!

Kurt. Definitely fashion. I basically headcanon Kurt as going into fashion over performing anyway, so this is an easy one for me.

Finn. I can't really see him sticking with teaching like he'd planned on doing honestly. I think he'd do it for a bit, and then maybe take over the garage from Burt or something? I could see that.

Rachel. She's the hardest to choose, because I think of everyone she's the one I associate most strongly with performing, for what I think are obvious reasons. So it doesn't feel quite right to picture her doing anything else. I could maybe see her doing like, event organizing/party planning? Like I could see her planning weddings and making sure everything is just right because she's a perfectionist and she wants to make sure the bride feels like the most special person in the works at her wedding. The more I think about it the more right it feels honestly, so yeah, that's what I'm going with.

Mercedes. I could see her going into some kind of charity-related work? I think she'd be good at coordinating and she would love how rewarding it was to help her community. she wouldn't always be on the front lines (though of course she is if needed), but she would do a lot of the behind-the-scenes work to make sure everything runs smoothly and whatever money they raise or donations they collect get to where they need to go.

Tina. Why was my immediate thought a tattoo artist? I don't know but I kind of love that idea for her. It's artsy but kinda alternative and I love the vibe of her owning her own studio.

Artie. I could see him going into computer science maybe? I think he's like the problem solving and I could see him with a really impressive and excessive computer setup with like 3 monitors and a fancy Dvorak keyboard and whatnot.

Quinn. I could see her being a journalist! We know she's smart and reads a lot, and I think it would be a really good fit for her. She'd like the investigative aspects and she'd have a great way with words to make her articles interesting and still get all of her points and facts across really well. And she'd love using her job to expose insutices in the community or broader, or raise awareness about political interests she thinks are important.

Santana. Lawyer. She would be a badass lawyer. She's smart and witty and quick on her feet. She has a drive to win and I think she'd be a first to be reckoned with.

Brittany. I could see her owning a bakery! Making cakes and cupcakes and decorating them in the weirdest of ways but they all just come out looking so amazing because she has such a unique perspective.

Puck. I could see him going into a trade. Maybe construction? I could see plumbing as well. Something very hands-on where he can really see the results of his work.

Mike. I could see him coaching sports?? Or teaching dance of course but maybe that's too close to actually being a dance (since obviously if you teach dance you're a dancer lol) so I'll go with sports. I don't think he'd want to be a school teachers, but I think he'd love teaching them sports. In particular I'm imaging him as a gymnastics instructor, just in a gym full of kids like jumping and tumblr around and he would be living for it. I can see it so clearly. And he'd be so proud anytime his kids did competitions, regardless of how they placed.

Blaine. I love the idea of Blaine as a teacher so I think I'm going with that. I think he'd find it really rewarding, and he's be great with kids. And I think he'd teach middle school, because he remembers how much he struggled at that time in his life and he wants to be there for other kids who might be struggling then too.

Sam. I could see him going into social work. I think he has a really big heart and he'd just want to help people, and he would be so great with kids and helping them feel safe when they're at really rough points in their lives.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Objects in Mirror are Closer than they Appear

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Oneshot

Aelin will be the first to admit that parallel parking is not her forte.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 5: “I accidentally hit you with my car.” @rowaelinscourt

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Warnings: Language

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“It’s not gonna fit.”

“It’ll fit.”

“It’s not going to fit.” Aelin insisted.

“I assure you,” Rowan encouraged, “It will fit”

“Look at the size of this thing and the size of that opening, it’s not going to fit, Rowan.”

“Aelin, I promise you. It will fit. We’ll just take it slow.”

“I swear to gods, Buzzard. I’m telling you; I will not be able to parallel park this car into that space, there’s not enough room.”

A line of cars was slowly building behind Aelin as she sat with her blinkers on while Rowan tried coaxing her into parking the car. The jeep behind them honked again and Aelin flipped them off through the rearview mirror as Rowan sighed and tried not to make eye contact as the driver sped around them. The rest quickly followed suit.

Aelin sighed and looked over at her exasperated boyfriend. “Rowan, you know that I am amazing at many things,” she carried on as he watched her, amused, “but I am woman enough to admit that I can’t parallel park for shit.”

Rowan snorted, but Aelin kept talking, “You love me and that means accepting my single, unimprovable, flaw.”

He sighed and looked at the street again, glad there weren’t more cars stuck behind them. Chuckling, he faced Aelin who was staring determinately out the front windshield.

“Aelin, you live in the city. You need to know how to parallel park.” He shook his head good-naturedly, “How you’ve survived this long without being able to do so is something I can’t understand.”

She rolled her eyes before facing him and over-exaggerated batting her eyelashes while suggesting, “We can switch places and you can park for me.”

He laughed, “No, Aelin, you need to learn this.”

Smirking, Aelin said, “But you look so good behind the wheel. And you know how much I love it when you do that thing when you reverse and put your arm behind my headrest to turn around. It's sexy.”

Rowan’s smirk widened. “I know.” Then he nudged her shoulder and said, “Come on, I’ll even get out and help direct you into the spot, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “Oh, fine, Buzzard. Have it your way, teach me a valuable life skill.”

He chuckled again and leaned over to kiss her forehead before ducking out of the car and onto the boulevard next to them.

Aelin rolled the window down to better hear his instructions.

“Okay, pull up so you’re next to this car. Yeah, just like that. Stop. Now back up and turn your wheel all the way to the side.”

Aelin did her best to hide her smirk as she watched him, paying more attention to Rowan than the cars around her. He’d put on his instructor-voice and she was loving that way he kept giving out orders.

“Stop. Stop, Fireheart!” Rowan’s voice rose as she jerked to a stop.

“What?”

He stepped off the curb and leaned his elbows on the passenger door’s window ledge, bending over to look into the car and say, “You’re still a few feet away from the curb. Let’s pull forward and try again.”

“'Let's' he says,” she grumbled, not missing the way he huffed a laugh, “as if we’re both driving.”

“Come on, Aelin,” he called, “you can do this.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Aelin pulled forward once more and glanced around to make sure the street was void of any other moving cars.

“Good, now reverse. Okay, stop, now turn the wheel. No, keep going there’s plenty of room.”

“There isn’t enough room, Buzzard!”

“Aelin, no, don’t pull back out.”

She couldn’t stop her snort before saying, “You never did like pulling out.”

“I swear to gods.” He muttered while rubbing his hands down his face

“Oh, come on Ro, that was a good one.” She grinned at him through the lowered window.

He sighed and leveled a look at her, but she watched his lip quirk to the side. “That was mediocre at best.”

She huffed, “Whatever, you just can’t appreciate my level of humor.”

“Aelin.” He crossed his arms, his tattoo stretching over the taut skin. It was too distracting.

“Rowan can’t you just park the car?” she asked again, shooting him the look that normally made him relent and agree with her.

“Uh uh, nope.” He shook his head and raised a single brow. “Not that face. Cut it out, Fireheart, I’m not backing down on this. Try one more time.”

“Fine.” Aelin took a breath and squared her shoulders before bringing the car back into position.

“Perfect, keep going. Now fix the wheel and turn the other way.”

Too excited by her progress, Aelin hit the gas with more force. The car lurched backward, faster than either she or Rowan could anticipate.

Aelin felt the car hit something solid.

She heard a loud grunt, a curse, and the sound of a body tumbling to the ground.

Slamming on the brake, her head whipped between the rearview mirror and over her shoulder through the back window.

“Rowan? Rowan!”

Aelin didn’t care that her car was still sticking halfway out into the street as she threw it in park and flung the door open. She sprinted around the trunk to see Rowan lying on his back on the grass of the boulevard.

“Oh my gods, Rowan! I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?” Aelin fell to her knees beside Rowan.

His eyes were scrunched shut but he hissed out a breath and cracked them open to see Aelin’s distressed face.

“I’ll survive.” He grunted and sat up.

“Oh my gods,” she murmured and sat back on her heels once she was sure Rowan wasn’t in serious pain. “I hit you.”

Rowan rubbed his hip that had apparently taken the brunt of the impact.

“I hit you.” She said again, eyes wide and voice brimming on hysterical. “I fucking hit you with my car.”

“Yeah, Aelin, I’m aware.” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me see.” She insisted, gently grabbing the hem of his shirt, and lifting it enough to see the start of a bruise. “Rowan I—”

“It looks worse than it feels,” he said. “you weren’t even going that fast.”

“I don’t care how fast I was driving, Ro, I hit you with my fucking car.”

He couldn’t stop his lip from quirking at her incredulous stare, “Who knew parallel parking could be so dangerous?”

She met his eyes, pulling her gaze away from the marring bruise she’d caused, and saw the amusement in his face.

Aelin scoffed and sat back. “This just proves it.”

She helped him stand because, despite Rowan’s insistence that he was fine, he noticeably winced as he tried to prop himself up from the grass.

“Proves what?” he asked, leaning back onto the car as Aelin bit her lip, watching him move stiffly

She huffed and stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his back, careful to avoid the sore spot, as his looped around her and slid into the back pocket of her jeans.

“It proves” she dragged out the word, “that parallel parking and I—don’t mix.” She stepped closer into his embrace as he held back an exasperated sigh, “I vow, on this day and as you as my witness, to never attempt another parallel park in my life.”

Rowan snorted and rolled his eyes even as he chuckled at her words. “Really, Fireheart—”

“I vowed it. It’s been vowed.”

He sighed. He ought to be used to his girlfriend’s dramatics

“Let’s go home,” Aelin suggested, “I think there’s an icepack with your name on it.”

Although Rowan thought that was a fantastic idea, he looked at her skeptically. “You just really don’t want to finish parallel parking, do you?”

“First off, I vowed never to do that again,” she leaned back to get a better look at his face, playfully smirking, “second, you literally just got hit by a car, I think it’s fair to say the least you need right now is an icepack. And third,” she raised a brow, “that car was me. I hit you. While trying to parallel park. Why would you want me to try that again?”

Rowan rolled his eyes but nodded, “Compelling argument.”

“Buzzard, give it up. I’m not going to park this car. I’m going to drive us home, get you an icepack,” she stood on her tiptoes to say into her ear, “and then I’ll make it up to you. Extensively.”

She leaned back and saw his eyes darken at her tone.

“Now get in the car,” she insisted, “I need to get us home so I can tell Elide what happened. She’ll love it.”

Rowan raised a brow but walked to the passenger seat, “Elide will love that fact that you hit me?”

Aelin rolled her eyes and sunk into the driver’s seat. “No, of course not. But she knows first-hand just how badly I suck at parallel parking, so she’ll be thrilled to know that I’ll never attempt it again.”

Rowan chuckled as they drove away.

Aelin turned the music on low and glanced at Rowan, “I may suck at parallel parking, but,” she winked, “I can think of something that likes it when I suck.”

He smirked widely but retorted, “That was worse than your other joke.”

Aelin just laughed and turned the music up.

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hi! hope you were expecting me to come here after what you did. if not, you better learn that I'll come back if that happens again.

can you please, I beg you, do a part 2 for dancing classes? where Laurent is the teacher. and Jokaste too. and maybe someone finding they are married in a funny way? I love this trope so much! I wasn't even able to go through your other prompts and search for something better to ask you, but I'm sure you'll impress me again.

love uuu 🧡

Hello sweetie 🥰

Ah, I’m so glad I get to write a second part for this and that you liked the first one. Honestly, this was one of my favorites to write 😍. Here is part II of ballroom instructor Laurent.

The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here). 

24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

“Oh my fucking god,” Lykaios breathed as she reeled back in shock from what she had just seen. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to see this, thus the swearing. She never swore, but this- well, this justified it and even worse. Cautiously, she stepped closer again. And really, there was Laurent, standing close to the newest addition in their dance class, his lips now inches away from Damen’s when they had been pressed together only seconds ago.

She groaned a little. This couldn’t be happening. She had warned Damen for fuck’s sake and she would never have suspected Laurent to be the cheating type.

The two men looked good together, that much was undeniable. Laurent smirked the tinniest bit as he whispered something against Damen’s jaw, whose eyes were fixed on the blond’s slightly swollen lips, an expression of such raw hunger on his face that Lykaios was surprised he hadn’t pinned Laurent to the wall yet. She choked a bit. There she had come back to get her keys which she had forgotten in the locker room and stumbled upon such a scene. 

She wouldn’t be able to forget about this and she doubted that she could look either man in the eye again after this. Why did this have to happen to her?

Morbid curiosity let her look through the glass of the door again and she felt how the gasp was wrenched out of her. 

Laurent’s long, muscled legs were wrapped around Damen’s trim waist while the large man held their dance instructor up with one hand on his ass, the bulging muscles of his arm straining. His other hand was tangled in Laurent’s hair while the blond had his long fingers buried in Damen’s curls and they did their best to devour each other. 

It was indecent in its intensity and Lykaios had no idea what she should be doing now. Going home, probably. Maybe go away and wait for them to confront them. But most definitely not standing before the door like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in the eye of this raw passion between the two. This was wrong on so many levels, that she wanted to cry a little, because while she knew Laurent had a boyfriend and Damen was in a happy relationship too, the two of them looked so- happy together.

She had never seen Laurent smirk like that at anyone and Damen looked as if he couldn’t be bothered to even breath while he had his mouth on the blond’s.

“Laurent, sweetheart.”

The word made her gasp again, this was not- this was not how one talked to a one-nightstand. 

“Yes, dear?” Laurent sounded so teasing, it was obvious that Lykaios was missing vital information here.

“Let’s go home, come on. I want to take my time with you.”

Laurent hummed, as if in deep contemplation of Damen’s plea, and then said, “Fine. I suppose we can do that. And if we’re at it already, we can also explain to Lykaios why you’re practically pinning me to the wall, you beast.” He let his legs slide down until he stood safely on the floor and then waved at Lykaios nonchalantly, who was sure she’d faint from a mixture of embarrassment, surprise and something like overwhelming relief.

“Oh my god,” Damen looked at least as embarrassed as she felt and the only person not blushing was probably Laurent, who only shrugged.

“Lykaios, sorry for the late introduction, but this is my fiancé, Damen. Damen, you already know Lykaios. You’re in fact practicing together every week and I’m still amazed you managed to hold back for more than two months. Nobody suspected anything if I interpret Lykaios’ expression right.” Laurent strode past Damen and nodded at Lykaios as he gathered his things without another word.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “I thought-.” 

“I’m sorry, Lykaios. Goodness, that must have been a surprise,” Damen scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and she nodded.

“Well, nobody’s cheating on anyone and we’re going home now. Do you need a ride?” Laurent stood beside her again and Lykaios only shook her head. This was the most embarrassing moment of her whole life.

“Laurent, I’m really sorry, I didn’t intend to-.” 

The blond interrupted her before she could finish, “there is nothing to forgive, Lykaios. Here, buy yourself a tea before you drive home, you still look a little rattled.” He handed her a five dollar bill and patted her shoulder before turning around.

“Damen, are you coming? If you intend to stay here, I’m going home alone and you can walk,” he declared as he reached the door and the larger man scrambled after him.

“Sorry, Lykaios. We’ll see each other in a week!”, he called after her and she only nodded mutely, as she watched them leave the studio. Damen wrapped one arm around Laurent’s shoulder and the blond leaned against him, his face tilted upwards as he spoke.

Lykaios went to the vending machine and chose the chamomile tea option.

[gospelofme]

Amusing Vacation Tales

Jesse x you (female reader, Twi’lek)

“Papa, are you sure you know how to drive this?” Jesse’s daughter, Sarion, asked skeptically. Jesse looked at the large Recreational Speeder confidently,

“Of course, remember I drove that AT-TE with no issue after half of a lesson.”

“Yeah, that’s not how Uncle Fives tells that one.” Jesse’s son, Kasen, piped up.

“Pfft, well your uncle is mistaken, now load up offspring!” Jesse ushered his family into the speeder. You followed behind your children, giving them encouraging smiles when they looked at you apprehensively.

Sarion stowed her bag in one of the luggage compartments. She then heaved her younger brother off of the sofa and deposited him into an armchair. All while listening to music on headphones fitted under her Lekku. She then tossed herself down onto the sofa.

“Whatever, I like this seat better anyways!” Kasen replied, spinning the armchair around a full 360°. Where Sarion favored you in likeness, Kasen favored his father. His skin was a bit more pigmented with Persian blue and tan, whereas Sarion was azure.

When you had found out you were pregnant, neither of you had any idea what your children would look like. You could’ve found out through ultrasounds, but you both preferred the surprise. It was hard, many people didn’t know Sarion and Kasen were biological siblings, and some didn’t realize that you and Jesse were their biological parents. You both knew they had it hard at school, but they looked after each other very well. Sarion had beaten up a girl for teasing Kasen and had fought another girl for teasing her. You both had chewed out parents and instructors alike. Jesse had taken to going to parent-teacher conferences in full ARC-Trooper gear even if he was off that day. This vacation was what your whole family needed. Due to job schedules, you both could only get 2 weeks off. But something was better than nothing.

You settled into the passenger seat as Jesse started the recreational speeder. The wide spans of Naboo’s countryside sprawled in the viewport. The large family speeder started forward and you were off. You were given the task of finding something good to listen to, settling on an oldies music station. The kids were listening to their own music on their headphones. The scenery was pleasant, mainly nothing but calming fields and forested areas since you’d both decided on a scenic view.

Of course the trip had its moments. Jessie had to swerve to avoid being clipped by another speeder, a compartment holding cooking ware opened and flung its contents at Sarion. She shrieked, Kasen laughed. Another owner of a recreational speeder wanted to race, Jesse agreed. You prayed silently that there were no security officers around, the kids cheered their father on.

You stopped at a sign for local cuisine, and had to hike to the shack. This could’ve been a disaster, since you weren’t good at hiking and you didn’t know how the kids would handle an impromptu walk of unknown length. But it went surprisingly well. Kasen and Sarion challenged each other to take the route just off the trail, essentially bushwhacking their way. Jesse kept pace with you and held your hand. The shack ended up having amazing food, and you dawdled a little too long as the kids explored the surrounding woods.

“Dad, are we gunna die in these woods?” Kasen asked as you all walked back to the trial head in near complete darkness. Your husband had a small flashlight that attached to his blaster rifle, which he may or may not have in the recreational speeder.

“No, we’d eat your mom and sister first.” Jesse teased.

“Oh good.” Kasen sounded relieved.

“Not if Sarion and I eat you both first!” You countered.

“You both are weirdos.” Sarion replied, but she sounded amused.

You arrived safely back at the recreational speeder, that the kids had lovingly christened Mrs. Deborak. Kasen explained this was because the front of the speeder looked like his Math teacher’s disappointed face. Sarion agreed, having had the same teacher.

“Everyone inside Mrs. Deborak, ugh that sounds so wrong kids.” Jesse grimaced.

“She’s a really nice lady.” You tried to reason, getting an “oh please” look from your kids and husband.

“You weren’t there when she looked at me with her disappointed face when I couldn’t solve the math problem she gave Kasen.” Jesse explained, doing a near-perfect impression of said expression.

Later you all pulled into a park for recreational speeders. Other owners were already camped. Jesse parked the large speeder expertly, so far his driving skills were passable for a full time recreational speeder owner. You and Jesse managed to make a pretty satisfying family dinner with the small cooking area the recreational speeder had. Jesse was a pretty good cook, he had a knack for making simple things pretty filling. Of course there were those times were he and Kasen spent the afternoon finding bugs and eating them.

“General Skywalker is actually really great at finding the good ones.” He noted, picking beetles out of the grass with his son.

“Fives didn’t think the General would be up to the challenge.” He added.

The sleeping arrangements were simple. You and Jesse had the master bedroom and the kids had pull out bunks just outside the door.

“Wanna fool around?” Jesse whispered.

“We have to be so quiet!” You whispered back. The sounds of quiet kisses and soft giggles were broken by your daughter.

“Oh my stars, we can hear you!!” She yelled, sounded grossed out.

“Well maybe we want another kid who will turn out nicer!!” Jesse teased back.

“Ugh! OH MY STAAARRRSSS!!!” His daughter dramatically exclaimed.

“Grooossss!” Kasen groaned.

“We’re sorry kids, we’ll go to sleep.” You promised, giving your husband an apologetic look. Jesse gave you one last kiss, wrapped his arm around you, and was soon snoring.

“Can we do this every year?” Sarion asked as she watched her father and brother try to catch fish by hand in a small river.

“Like rent out old Mrs. Deborak?” Jesse asked.

You snorted, the name was beginning to grow on you.

“No, we don’t have to do that. But just take a family trip every year?” Sarion clarified. You looked at Jesse, your husband giving you a surprised look. You had worried about the length of the trip and the attitude of the children. But there hadn’t been one argument aside from a jab here and there.

“Yeah, we could do that kiddo.” Jesse replied, getting a happy smile from his first born.

The two weeks flew by quickly, too quickly. It was like a bad dream when your alarm went off, telling you to get up for work. There was still a month a half left of summer vacation for the kids. Sometimes you envied them.

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Hiya. This is part 2. You've graduated from flight school and eager to take your relationship with your now former instructor to the next level.

Warnings, porn with a plot, smut, light domination, graphic descriptions of female receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, not for anyone under 18 because this one is XXX steamy but still soft. Lol.

Chapter 2: The graduate

You were frustrated sexually, and a bit perplexed, at why Poe abruptly called an end to your intimate encounter.

Poe walked you home. When you arrived at your dorm you punched him lightly in the arm and told him with a slight laugh,

"You're terrible, you know that, right?"

"Technically what we did wasn't sex". Poe teased, as he slipped his arm around you. "I had to stop myself before I went further".

"You wanted to go further? Didn't you?" You pressed on, smiling a little.

"Truthfully I wanted to grab you and bend you over my desk". Poe confessed, as an irrestible, rogueish smile appeared on his gorgeous face. "But if we got caught it wouldn't be good for either one of us".

"Then why pursue me, then?" You replied back, your smile getting bigger.

"Because I'm crazy about you". He answered back quickly, his smile fading a little and the look on his face becoming softer, more sincere. "You bring out so many feelings in me, feelings I haven't felt for years".

"Oh Poe". You told him as you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. "I feel the same way too".

The two of you shared a lingering, passionate kiss amongst the dark shadows.

You didn't want to say goodbye to him. But at that moment in time you had to.

When you went upstairs you were surprised to see your roommate, Liz, home so early. Usually she was at her job at the cantina.

"Why are you home so early?" You ask with a nervous laugh.

"I got fired". Liz told you with a deep sigh. "Long story short there was an incident with a wookie, I don't want to talk about it".

"I'm sorry to hear that". You tell her as you give your friend a supportive hug.

"Nah, it's no biggie". She told you with a slight laugh. "Where have you been?"

"I had to stay after class and help Mr. Dameron with something". You told your friend as your face turned slightly pink.

"Uh-huh, I can imagine". Liz teased with a slight laugh. "So when is the wedding?"

"Our relationship isn't like that". You reply defensively, your smile fading. "He's my mentor, and teacher".

"I can see the way he looks at you, he's smitten". Your friend continued, her smile getting bolder. "Good for you, he's Poe fucking Dameron".

Her words make you burst into laughter. You've known each other since you started college and became fast friends.

She was studying X wing repair and you were going to become a pilot.

Like you, she was set to graduate next week. You were hoping that she would stay on D'Qar after graduation.

She was like a sister to you, your best friend in the entire galaxy.

Before you realized it graduation day was here. You had graduated at the top of your class and had been assigned to the black squadron.

After giving your speech you sought out your mother and with tears in her eyes she congratulated you.

Life wasn't easy growing up with a single mother. Your father had died from an illness shortly after you were born.

Your mother worked hard to support you and to make sure that you got an excellent education.

There were days when you didn't have enough food and your clothing was ill fitting and ragged.

The struggles of your childhood only fueled your ambition more.

Poe admired that ambition, and how you climbed out of poverty to the top.

You were a strong woman and he loved that. You could even say that he admired you (even though he likely wouldn't admit it, his flyboy ego wouldn't allow that).

After the ceremony Poe treated you to a special dinner at a nice restaurant.

"You didn't have to do this". You told him with a genuinely embarrassed smile.

"It was my pleasure, y/n". He told you as he gently caressed your hand. "You deserve this, and then some, I'm so proud of you".

Poe looked impossibly handsome in his general's uniform. His curly hair looked neat yet still somehow untamed at the same time. You wanted to lean over and run your fingers through it so badly, just imagining the feel of the soft ringlets made you shudder in delight.

The mere thought of what Poe was going to do to you that night was also conjuring a flurry of X rated thoughts to race through your mind.

After dinner the two of you returned to his quarters, where you would have more privacy.

"I'm no longer your student and you are no longer my teacher". You purr seductively as you unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt.

With only a wicked smile on his perfect face Poe kissed you, slipping you a little tongue to drive you crazy.

He pushed your back against the wall in a gentle yet still forceful manner (to once again remind you who was in charge).

You loved the subtle, light dominance that he asserted over you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and enjoyed a steamy makeout session. You could feel the warmth, and hardness, of his manhood against your own body.

You were craving him physically as you rubbed yourself against his body. You felt like the lower half of your body was throbbing in anticipation.

Poe could sense this too by the urgency in your movements. You weren't being subtle and it was driving him wild. Essentially you were dry humping him.

"You couldn't be more obvious, babe, your body is telling me what you want". He whispered into your ear. "But I want to eat you out again first, to get you ready for me".

"You just like the taste of my pussy". You whisper back as Poe began to kiss and nibble your neck.

"Oh gods yes". He replied quickly, with absolutely no hesitation. "You are beautiful, and delicious, I could lap you up all night".

Poe carried you into his bedroom, still wrapped around his body.

He gingerly placed you on his bed and began to undress you carefully, almost like he was unwrapping a present.

You were wet and fully aroused, your body was absolutely starving for his cock.

When he removed his own clothes you were struck by how drop dead gorgeous his smooth, tanned body was.

Poe had a fat cock too, that was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body.

Everything about him was lovely. His skin even felt smooth and soft next to yours.

You were amazed by how soft his hands felt as he lovingly explored, massaged and caressed every inch of your body.

You felt like he was worshipping your nude form, the beauty of what was before him had caused the dominant, cocky flyboy to melt away.

It was clear that Poe didn't want to fuck you hard and rough, he wanted slow, soft lovemaking instead.

He wanted to take his time to enjoy you, like a delicious meal he wanted to savor your body.

You felt like you could cum from his touch alone.

As Poe cupped your breasts with his hands he began to suck on each of your hard nipples.

The air was thick with the scent of your nude bodies and hormones. Every gentle caress and tender kiss showed you how much affection this beautiful man truly had for you.

As you reclined on your back Poe gently spread your legs open and as he carefully massaged your outer lips he began to lick your wet inner ones as the tip of his nose rubbed against the head of your engorged clit.

You couldn't control yourself anymore and the moment he penetrated your vagina with his tongue you gushed warm fluid all over him with a low, primal moan.

"I'm so sorry!" You immediately apologized, feeling embarrassed for a moment.

"No, no, don't". Poe told you with a slight laugh. "I want to see if I can make you do that again, only on my cock".

He kneeled between your spread legs and as his strong hands grasped your ankles he carefully penetrated you with his bare cock.

Your body felt filled and stretched to the max by his impressive girth. The skin on skin contact allowed you to feel every vein on his rigid cock.

You frantically rubbed your clit with one hand, causing your already tight muscles to clamp down on Poe.

"Fuck". He moaned as his eyes rolled back into his head a little. "You're strangling me".

Poe began to slowly thrust into you. Your body was tingling and he felt incredible inside of you. Like the rest of him his cock was simply perfect.

"Can I?" Poe asked with a deep groan.

You knew what he was asking. He wanted to cum inside of you.

"Of course". You replied with a moan.

His thick seed filled you to the brim. So much so when he pulled out you began to leak. Poe pulled you close to him and began to kiss and nibble on your neck.

His recovery time was quick. In a half hour he was ready for round 2.

The two of you continued this cycle, foreplay, sex, a brief break, all night long and into the next morning.

The two of you were snuggled intimately into each other's arms in a naked, sweaty heap. Poe had pumped you full of what felt like gallons of his thick cum, it was a good thing you were on reliable birth control.

Sexually you couldn't get enough of each other. Poe was extremely virile, and insatiable.

You finally fell asleep at 7 AM, with the sun shining brightly. It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Poe woke you up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You had fallen into a sexually induced coma and had enjoyed a deep, relaxing sleep. Your entire body felt relaxed.

"You're still terrible, Poe Dameron". You teased with a slight laugh as your eyes fluttered open.

"Why is that?" Poe asked with a slight laugh as he caressed your cheek.

"You're terrible for making me feel this good". You replied as you burst into laughter.

End of chapter 2

[staywritten]

Let’s Dance│Hwang Hyunjin (M)

Synopsis: You and Hyunjin have a couples stage to prepare, and the sensual choreo pushes both of you out of your comfort zone, and forces you to address the very obvious tension.

Genre: Smut, Idol!Au, Idol!Reader, one shot

Word count: 5458

Author notes: The choreo is based off of Hoya and Choi Hyo Jin’s couple stage on Hit the stage. It’s such a stunning dance and one of my faves of the season.

Hell. That was the only way to describe the last week and a half. You were given an amazing opportunity to not only host an award ceremony but to also do a duet dance stage with Hyunjin. It required a lot of work, lots of late night practices, speaking lessons, intense choreo. It was kind of driving you up the wall. 

Mostly because it wasn’t going well. 

Your group was currently promoting your newest comeback. After your usual schedules you had to go straight to JYP for dance practice with your drill sergeant of a dance teacher Ms. Choi and Hyunjin, which you could only describe as a spoiled prince. The way he’d roll his eyes at you at every mistake, or scoff at your questions. Like you get it, you were holding him back. But he could at least be a little more patient with you. 

The hardest part about the choreo was that neither you or Hyunjin had experience dancing with a partner and the choreo was not only sexy, it was sensual. All of your mistakes led to a lot of scolding from Ms. Choi.

Walking into the dance studio you set your bag down by the mirror, Hyunjjin was already there, early as usual. He stretched looking at you through the mirror. “Try not to make anymore mistakes today”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Like I’m the only one”

“You could try harder”

“And you could try not to be an asshole.” you crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t want to admit it but he was right, you could put in more practice. He was always early and already covered in sweat. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this yet but I’m not the main dancer in my group. This is hard-I’m a rapper”

“Then back out”

“I-I can’t…” you frowned looking down. You shook your head and put on your biggest smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “So you’re just gonna have to deal with me for a couple more days” your company wasn’t as big, your group was on the rise but didn’t have the proper exposure. This stage and hosting job could really boost your popularity. At least that’s what your ceo told you when he sold you on the job. At the time you were excited to be given such a big opportunity especially since you’d stated that you would love to work Hyunjin during a radio interview.

But dancing wasn’t easy. You weren’t bad by any means, but there was a certain level of confidence that was needed when executing the moves and you didn’t really know if you had it in you. Being sexy, tough, and girl crush was easy, but sensual? That required some finesse you weren’t sure you could fake. 

Ms. Choi walked in, the tap of her dance heels just as intimidating as the scowl on her face. “I trust you stretched already so let's get into it. You two need a lot of work” She took a seat at the front of the room. “And from the top”

You two took your position on the ground as the music began. You were too scared to admit that, you hadn’t stretched so you were rather stiff during the first run through. The first part of the dance wasn’t too hard, the moves were just detailed. The hardest part was that you were supposed to be blindfolded but your instructor didn’t think you were ready for that. And you didn’t blame her. The choreography was a romantic modern dance piece, and although you’ve done more intense choreo, this may have been the hardest to tackle. With modern dance, even letting out the right breath contributed to the choreo. 

You thought you were doing ok, up until Hyunjin had to do his handstand to fall into you. You immediately stiffened, it only got more intimate from there. From how he had to touch you, the eye contact, and the lifts. You did each move, but even you realized how awkward you must have looked. 

“Stop” Ms.Choi  sighed, turning off the music. “You’ve been at this for a week” she crossed her arms over her chest, almost glaring at you. “You’re not hopeless, you’re good at details and your facials sell it but your body-You’re supposed to trust him, and you don’t that’s why the dance looks bad. You’re stiff, you’re uncomfortable and the audience is gonna feel that. It physically makes me cringe seeing how stiff you are.” she groaned pacing. “You make these pretty expressions, until he has to get closer and then you ruin it.” 

“And Hyunjin you have good body control, but you lack confidence and you execute your moves half assed.” 

Both you and Hyunjin held your heads low nodding to her critique. “The stage is ten days away. And neither of you are ready. The moves are ok but the execution is everything, you can’t fake it on that stage you need to trust each other and you need to be confident.” she groaned pacing, running her hand through her hair in annoyance “I told them you two weren’t ready but your visuals were the selling point. Just because you’re both pretty doesn't mean you don’t have to work harder.”

You watched as Hyunjin flinched, that critique seemed to hit harder than anything else she’d said. It wasn’t the first time that she tore into you. In her defense you guys were getting better but you weren’t stage ready. She was right. But it was the only time that you’d seen Hyunjin actually affected by her words. 

“Again” she turned the music back on making you guys perform again, and again, and again. But there’s always a point in practice when you both were just too exhausted to do anymore. If you were being honest Hyunjin’s performance looked like it declined after her criticism. Like his head wasn’t in it. One of the only reasons that you were even remotely good at the choreo was because Hyunjin took the lead, but now he was starting to make mistakes the choreographer started to look visibly annoyed. “We’re done.” she stood abruptly making the chair behind her fall. “Do better. You can’t let your looks carry you through life.” she grabbed her bag. “If you care about your performance then you would practice more. And if you don’t just keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” she huffed before storming out.

Hyunjin collapsed on the ground, covering his eyes with his arm as he panted, exhausted from practice. 

“Are you crying…?” you raised a brow, crawling over to him. 

“No.” he scoffed “As if I’d tell you even if I was”

“Look Hyunjin, I’m sorry I’ll work harder. I think I dragged you down-”

“You did” he glared at you. “Especially during the lift. I’m not gonna drop you so trust me”

“I-” you looked at him incredulously. “You’re the one that hates me, how am I supposed to trust you?”

“I don’t hate you” he sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Why would you think I hated you?”

“Because you glare at me? Because you insult me. Because you looked disgusted from the moment they told you I was your partner.”

“I don’t hate you.” He sighed before looking at you, his eyes softening. “I just knew this was hard. I don’t dance with that many girls. And I knew this was gonna be hard- But I’m just tired of people thinking that I’m handed things just because of my face. I want to show them that I earned it too”

“So that’s why you looked so sad?”

“Let’s just say I heard that a lot as a trainee. I’m a visual so I can just half ass things.” his tone mocking but you could tell how deep that cut. 

“Then let's’ prove them wrong '' you stood up holding your hand to him.

He laughed before taking your hand. This being one of the few actual conversations the two of you managed to have without being sarcastic. 

“Ok first things first. Do I have permission to touch you?”

“Hyunjin you’ve been touching me this whole time”

“No, I mean like touch you, more intimately.” he gave you a half smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Sometimes I feel like you’re uncomfortable so I don’t really commit to the choreo. Like I’m always scared I’m gonna touch the wrong place, or grab too rough so I falter. The whole concept is supposed to be like we’re in love right? So-”

“You have my permission” you smiled brightly “You’re allowed to do anything you think is gonna make the dance better.”

After a few more runs of the dance you found yourself smiling more. It wasn’t necessarily part of the concept, but as you and Hyunjin were able to execute it better you both ended up smiling more. 

Even to the point that you improvised parts, little lingering touches, cuping his cheeks, ghosting of your lips. How his hands no longer hesitated to caress your skin, or how he could maintain eye contact.

Rather it was the growing confidence, or the chance that you two had been at it for hours and you were just slap happy in the early hours of morning. Night long gone. You attempted the choreo with the blindfolds, your movements felt so natural in your limited senses. Almost like you could feel him, in a way you did have to trust him. And maybe you actually did? You removed his blindfold, still moving through the dance with your eyes covered, trusting in his lead.

You no longer stiffened when he went into the handstand above you. It’s like you knew he wasn’t going to fall on you, or had to worry about how he touched you. He moved to remove your blindfold, staring into your eyes. But both of you remained still, neither bothering to continue with the dance. You just stared into his beautiful eyes, his full lips parting slightly as he took you in. His long fingers caressing your skin, holding your face near him. His hand spanning over your jaw and neck as he took you in. 

“Hyunjin…” you whispered, pulling him from his thoughts.

“You said I can touch you as long as it makes the choreo better right?” his tone husky as the pad of his thumb ran across your lip. You nodded watching him, your voice trapped in your throat from how intensely he looked at you. “What if it had nothing to do with the choreo? What if I just wanted to…” his gaze dropped to your lips as you took in a breath.

“Wanted to what…?”

He smiled, his tongue darting passed his lips to lick them “You know what, especially with how you’re looking at me”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you…” he grinned, running his thumb down your lip, tugging it slightly, loving just how pretty you looked with your mouth open. 

“Then do it-” the words were barely out of your mouth before he finally pulled you into a kiss. You struggled to match his pace to return the kiss. His tongue easily taking the lead, enticing the sweetest of moans from your mouth. “Mmm…”The tiniest hint of Americano still lingering on his lips.

His hand held you still against his mouth as he deepened it, taking your top lip between his teeth. Your fingers moved to lace in the hair on his nape, tangling between his black tresses. He chuckled against your lips as you tugged his hair breaking the kiss, if only for a moment. Long enough for him to just take in your appearance. Your eyes meeting his, your blissed out expression mirrored on his face. He brushed your hair out of your face, his fingers tracing your features before bringing your lips right back to his. You laughed feeling him lift you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

He walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the black JYP couches that lined the wall. He sat down, pulling you closer to his lap, caressing your bottom as he moved his kisses down your neck. 

“No marks~” you whined looking down at him, pulling him back by hir hair. 

He chuckled “Mmm...what if I left marks down here” his fingers disappearing under your large t-shirt, running over your stomach. “You can’t get in trouble right?” his wiggled his brow, winking. 

You placed your hand on top of his. “I wear crop tops for this comeback-You can’t” you pouted. 

You quirked your head seeing a mischievous look on his face. “I can think of a few places to mark you” Before you could even question him, he laid you on your back and crawled over you. It wasn’t even fair, you two had been dancing for hours but he was practically glowing. He raked a hand through his sweaty hair before pushing up your t-shirt, not bothering to remove it. His mouth immediately finding the top of your breast, leaving little love bites along the top hem of your bra. “Here’s ok right?” he gave you a cheeky smile, his teeth nipping at the soft skin. 

You closed your eyes, gasping. Any coherent thoughts lost to his touch. His lips ghosted down your stomach. He was careful to leave small kisses, nothing that would mark you. But sweet, wet kisses trailing down to the top of your dance shorts. He placed another kiss over your center, grinning against the spandex as he felt your thighs clench, your toes curling at the contact. 

His fingers began rubbing you, creating the most welcomed friction between your legs. Even though he was working through two layers of clothes his vigorous moving was enough to stimulate. Just enough to make you desperate, and wanting for more. He smiled seeing the obvious pleasure that graced your face as he began to rub you harder, focusing on detailed little circles or just the right spot that made you writhe for him. Your moans were his driving force. Your whimpers and how sweet his name sounded on your lips, and how it echoed in the empty dance room. 

Your hands desperately reached back to grab the arm of the chair, your back arching against the couch, you were practically humping his hand. His fingers, relentless. It was so cruel. The friction relieved just a little bit of frustration, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t like having him touch you directly. But you were too desperate to ask more. You didn’t want him to stop. Your hips steadily moved against him. You were so close, so so close. Just as you were about to reach a high. Just a little bit more. He moved up your body, silencing your moans with his lips, sucking on your tongue while he rubbed you through your shots. Maybe it was the built up tension, or how Hyunjin had been your crush for so long, but the moment his lips touched yours he felt you convulse. Your lower stomach coiling at your release. 

“Did you just…?” he gave you a crooked smile. “I didn’t even undress you Baby” He gripped your side just above your shorts wanting nothing more than to cause that beautiful fucked out expression again. 

“Mmmm Hyunjin…” your voice was barely a whisper as you looked up at him. Your chest rising and falling as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Are we really doing this?”

“Do you want to do this?” he smiled, kissing your core once more. 

You looked past him to the door. “What if someone comes in?”

“It’s 4am, no ones coming here, plus I already made you cum” he shrugged shyly before moving to get off of you. “But I get it we’re moving pretty fast so if you don’t want to-”

You sat up pushing him down by his chest. “I want to…but” you whispered peppering kisses down his neck, running your hand down his chest, and abs before reaching his sweatpants. “Do you have a condom?” you quirked your brow up, cupping the tent in his sweats. You almost laughed at how miserable he looked as the reality set in. Of course he didn’t, he didn’t bring much to dance practice since the dorm was literally down the road. 

“Fuck- No...dammit” he groaned covering his face, wanting to curse himself for going out of his way to get all worked up. 

“It’s ok”

“It is?!” his eyes sparkled brightly.

“Calm down” you scoffed. “I just meant we can do some thing. Not everything” Your fingers dipped inside, before pulling out his semi erect length. You ran your fingers up and down him, pumping him slowly and painfully. “Next time”

“Next time?” he whispered watching your mouth intensely. 

“Unless this was a one time thing and I-”

“No, No it’s not please. I’d like there to be a next time” his voice was almost too desperate. 

He smirked watching your every move, from how you bit down on your lip to how you glanced up at him, almost seeking permission to continue. Your thumb massaging his precum down his length before your tongue darted out to run a kitten lick over his head. Your mouth, slowly working down his length, taking him slowly. 

There was something about your eye contact that worked him over the edge. As you bobbed your head faster he groaned, taking a fist full of your hair. “Is it ok if I?” his tone was hesitant, until he saw how you smiled, winking at him. He got a little rougher, controlling your movements. Working you faster on him. The sounds of your gags and moans encouraging him to quicken his pace. “You’re doing so good, right there Baby” he smiled, his head rolling back in pleasure. His groans became more shallow and desperate “I’m gonna cum, you should stop” he looked down anxiously, noticing how you only moved faster taking him deeper, wanting him to cum in your mouth. 

His grip on your hair tightening as he released his load inside your warm mouth, the sticky bitterness sliding down your throat. He coughed taking him out, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He gripped your face bringing you into another kiss. 

“I wish I had a condom...I can go and get one, and we can pick right up where we left off, just give me a couple minutes”

You shook your head, cupping his face. “It’s ok-”

“It’s not” he pouted “You were so good to me…” he traced your lips. “I need to make it up to you”

“Next time” you laughed relaxing on his chest as he absently smoothed down your hair. Both of you coming down from your highs. 

But next time couldn’t come soon enough. 

Especially since your manager was pissed that you didn’t come home until the morning. Luckily Ms. Choi did vouch for you and said she told you to practice longer. But that wasn’t enough to make your manager lay off, he’d been watching you like a hawk. You had to keep your interactions with Hyunjin to a minimum but he more than made up for it with his daily texts to you.

Your promotions got busier, Hyunjin started prepping for a comeback; And although you two did find the time for practices with your choreographer you both had schedules right after. There was never any alone time, which was exactly why anytime you were together then tension was almost suffocating. 

The next few dance practices went immensely better. The tension was still noticeable but instead of being one based in awkwardness, unfamiliarity, and inexperience. It was based in lust, desperation, and trust. Which worked perfectly for your dance. The improvisations Hyunjin and you took only added to the intimacy of the dance. Lingering looks, desperate touches, how you were close enough to breathe in his exhales. 

Your dance instructor had a lot of questions on how you two managed to improve so much, but as long as you were performance ready she had no complaints. 

After your dress rehearsal you weren’t able to see Hyunjin for the final two days before the performance. But with your dance practices getting heavier, and the undeniable attraction between you two you couldn’t even ignore just how horny he made you. Admittedly that led to quite a few flirty text messages to pass the time until you saw him again. 

Overall your texts were usually pretty sweet, checking in on one another. Missing each other, checking for the moment when your members went to sleep for you to be able just to talk to him because the sound of his voice caused this little flutter in your chest. And as sweet as those interactions were you needed...more. 

There was some dirty talk here and there, but you decided to up the ante with a sexy photo. Your favorite lingerie, on full display for him. The bold red color, a beautiful contract to your skin tone. 

Part of you did purely for teasing, you didn’t exactly expect anything more than making him flustered. You weren’t prepared for him to send a photo back. His grey sweatpants low on his hips, arms flexing as he stroked his hardened length through it. It was a rare opportunity to see him shirtless, his abs on full display. 

It threw you back to that moment in the dance room. How surprised you were when you traced the outline of his hard abs, especially since Hyunjin was so slim. You bit your lip, your own hand wandering against your panties, just to recreate the sweet friction he caused for you. You took a deep breath, not even knowing what to do with just how turned on you were. You couldn’t even reply to him, your own needs came first. You wouldn’t be able to think until you came. Your fingers worked your clit over at the very thought of him touching you. 

When you finally reached your climax you looked back over at your phone, Hyujin sent another text after a few minutes of radio silence from you. 

Are you ok? Too much? 😏

You smiled, limply grabbing your phone typing out a reply.

I should have let you fuck me raw

At first the teasing and flirting was supposed to help relieve you of the frustrated physical contact you shared for your dance practices, but it got you both so hot and bothered. Hyunjin was practically on edge the day of the award show. The only thing on his mind was how he was going to find alone time with you. He stood with his members, dressed in a designer suit in the audience. It was almost time for his segment and he kept catching your gaze. You giving him the subtlest of winks, and smiles. Nothing too obvious since the fans, and cameras were on you. But he caught them. 

 Chan noticed how wound up Hyunjin was and just figured it was nerves. 

“Hey, you ok man? You look tense” he gave him a pat on the back, massaging his tense shoulders a bit. 

“I’m fine, I just-I’m frustrated”

“I understand, these award shows are a lot and you even have to host a segment and do a performance.” he rubbed his back comforting him. “At least you’re not alone” he gestured toward you as you made hearts at the camera. “She’s probably going through the same thing” 

“I hope so” he whispered more so to himself, a small smile gracing his face. 

You and Hyunjin had changed into a matching couple suit and dress as you prepared to announce the next group's performance. Your red gown, clinging to your shape, the bright color matching the accents of Hyunjin’s lowly buttoned shirt. Anytime the camera panned to the crowd between announcements there were just one too many seemingly innocent brushes of his hand. Against your exposed arm, lower back, butt. And worst of all, he kept a straight face while doing it. You had to bite back a smile, trying to look forward and not give him the satisfaction that every touch from him was shooting straight to your core. 

“You look so good in red” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hiding behind his cue cards.

“Can you behave? There’s literally thousands of cameras on us” you nudged his side as subtly as you could. Occasionally giving a little finger heart to your fans. 

“I can’t help it when you look like that.” he scrunched his face in that little habit of his, his nose wiggling just a bit as his eyes made that precious moon shape

“Stop~” you pouted, “How am I supposed to do our dance when I just wanna jump your bones.”

“Do it” he challenged you. “If you ask nicely I might even let you”

You looked at him incredulously at his boldness, speechless. “I-You-” he looked down at you with that smug smile and you knew you whipped. 

“Standby” the camera man and PD signaled. 

You two immediately turned on your idol charm. Smiling and joking, giving just a little fan service and playfulness while introducing the next performers. As soon as that was over you were ushered into costume again for your dance stage. 

Maybe it was because you two had done the routine hundreds of times. Maybe it was because you were lost in the screaming fans, bright lights and cameras, maybe it was because you having him hold your body felt like it was one of the most natural and welcomed things in the world. But all of your anxieties about the stage melted away the moment he touched your hand. 

The moves were almost second nature at this point. 

All of the tension and desperation you felt for one another personified in one brilliant performance. Close, but not quite close enough. 

He pulled you in his arms in the final move of the dance, cupping your cheeks and staring adoringly into your eyes. Your nose brushed his as you smiled back. The crowd roared as the curtains closed on you and you stepped away, your manager ushered you to get change and to meet your group. “Hurry up, you have to shower and change.” he grabbed you by your arm walking you to the changing room.

You followed him to the dressing room, but you kept looking back to Hyunjin. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, almost haunting. 

As you reached your dressing room, you looked to the outfit hanging near the shower for you to change into. You turned on the water to the shower letting it warm when there was a frantic knock at the door. Figuring it was your manager you frowned “Yes? Did you forget some-” you gasped opening it and being met with Hyunjin towering over you. Before you could even ask he stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. “What are you-” he cupped your cheeks kissing you deeply. Backing you up until you hit the sink counter. His hands hastily placing you on top of it. Your legs, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. 

He smiled pulling away from the kiss, his forehead pressing against yours as he stared at you adoringly. “How fast do you think you can cum?” his fingers traced your lower lip. 

“How romantic” you rolled your eyes “That’s exactly what a girl wants to hear” you played with the hair on his nape.

“I promise I’ll take my time with you next time but right now I really need to be inside you, it’s driving me crazy” he placed his hand on top of your thigh, tracing the skin under your shorts. “Please?” his voice was so desperate as he whispered against your lower lip. “May I fuck you?”

“Such a gentleman” you grinned, eyeing him. 

“Not for long” he bit down on your lower lip. 

“You may fuck me” you laughed, sucking on his lip.

He immediately moved to remove your shorts, making you lift your hips so he could pull the tight material down your thighs. 

“I owe you from last time” he pressed a kiss against your panties before pulling them down as well, joining your shorts on the ground. He dropped to his knees, and the very sight made you wet. His longer fingers spread you open as his tongue buried itself deep within your core, He groaned feeling just how wet you were. He palmed your breast through your bra under your shirt, massaging you as he relentlessly worked your clit. 

Your eyes rolled back, toes curling as you shook. You were already so close, the performance made you wet just because you were so touch starved and his little verbal foreplay really got you going. 

Feeling you cum on his tongue he pulled back, licking the slick off his lips. “You taste so good Baby” he gripped you by the back of your neck pulling you close to him. His lips hovering over yours “Do you wanna taste yourself?” he gave you a mischievous look. 

You placed your hand over his large fingers feeling him apply the tiniest of pleasure around your neck. Your breath hitched, you were almost ashamed at how much you enjoyed the feeling of his hands around your throat; demanding all your attention. He chuckled seeing the smile growing on your face. “Fuck… do you like this?” he pecked your lips, you licked his mouth, tasting yourself. “Mmm I like this a lot, but we don’t have a lot of time and if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m just gonna fuck myself”

“You wouldn’t dare” his tone clipped as he slipped his fingers inside of you, pumping them faster, knowing you were still sensitive from that last time you came. He worked you over quick and rough, your clit reddening under his touch.

“Ah-Hyunjin~” you whined, before grabbing his length. 

“Spit Baby” he held his hand out in front of you, and rubbing his hands down his hard cock. The slick, allowing him to move faster as he encouraged your hands to move around him.

You licked your lips watching him with hooded eyes. “Do you have a condom this time?”

“Of course I do, I bought a whole pac-” he stopped himself, wincing before pressing his head against yours. He looked so pained. “I hate myself”

“Where is it?” you laughed scratching his scalp. 

“In my bag...in my dressing room… I can go run and get it I can ju-”

“Fuck me raw” you whispered against the shell of his ear. “If you leave I’m gonna lose it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m ok with it if you are...I mean I’m clean and I honestly never really do this and I like you”

“I like you too” he hated how desperate he sounded but it was hard not too given the situation. You smiled into another kiss as he slowly guided himself inside you, your walls stretching to his length taking all of him. Inch by inch. You wrapped your arms around his neck encouraging him to fill you. He grabbed you thighs, spreading your legs further as he pumped into you, his lips never leaving yours.

You moved your hips against his, matching his pace. “Mmm Hyunjin please”

“Not so loud Baby” he chuckled shushing you, his kisses moving from your swollen lips down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to get access to your breast. He roughly moved your bra upwards releasing your breast, and latching on to your nipples, “Mmm…” his gaze flicked upwards to you. Your nipple between his teeth. He loved seeing you absolutely come undone to his touch. The way you squirmed, desperately panting. His your hand shot up to cover your mouth to silence your moans. He loved you like this. Gorgeous, wanting, and fucked out of your mind because of him. “I promise next time I’m gonna take my sweet time with you, but-”

“I know, I know” you panted cupping his cheeks. “I’m almost there please” he slammed into your faster. Silencing your lips with his as he snapped his hips faster, his thumb rubbing your sore, swollen clit making sure he didn’t cum alone. 

“Ah-” 

“Shh!” he bit your lip, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth as you came against his cock. Your body convulses, as your stomach tightened before you fell limp against his shoulder. He held you close, cumming inside. His whimpers, met with your sweet kisses. 

You laughed cupping his cheeks, whispering sweet nothings. His hair sticking to his delicate features. Years of pinning for him, weeks of suffocating tension. It made it all worth it. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna fuck you again” he laughed brushing his nose against yours. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it”

Just as he looked like he was going to take you up on your offer, your manager knocked on the dressing room door. Yelling for you to hurry it up. The two of you looked at each other trying to stifle a laugh as you replied in the cheeriest tone possible. “I’m almost finished”

END.

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the closest i’ve been to a bar was at ballet class

summary: just some smut building up to 🎟🩰(that’s a ticket and ballet slippers in case you aren’t reading this on mobile)

pairings: reader x natasha romanoff, reader x steve rogers, reader x carol danvers, reader x ...someone 👀

word count: a little under 12,000

warnings: everything. as usual, all kinds of sex in here. i can’t remember all of it. some is pretty rough so avoid if that is not your thing.

a/n: so...i may have added a fourth and bc i’m a jerk, i’m not yet tagging who... but i’ve been thirsting for this character so hard lately and idk why! i’m done tho, i swear! no more. none.

a/n2: so, obviously there is no show here and they have yet to find out about each other but i started writing that but this all happened first and it would have been like a billion words. so part 3 will be coming!

a/n3: part 1

Your ballet instructor was Natasha’s number one enemy. It had started almost instantly. As with her experiences in ballet, she felt that your instructor was someone who simply needed to be watched. She said ballet instructors were hardly ever completely honest, they always had ulterior motives.

You highly doubted your instructor—a 38-year-old woman with an amazing husband and three adorable children—was up to no good. But you couldn’t take another lecture!

Natasha liked to remind you that she had been at this for a long time. Sure, she was paranoid, sometimes. But other times, she was very much correct and that was enough for her. She just wished you would put your guard up sometimes.

So she claimed, anyway. And she was convincing, but at the end of the day, she was glad you weren’t jaded and cynical. It meant she got to take care of you. It meant that she got to protect you in all the ways she knew how—threats, murder maybe.

She was waiting for you at your apartment around noon after practice was over. Her eyes sought out any signs of stress. You knew you looked tired—a big show was coming up, that same show you knew was going to conclude this whole sneaking around thing you had going on. You also knew there was a huge bruise on your shin and arm that she would be furious about when she undressed you.

"Hungry?" she inquired. No 'hello', no 'I missed you', but Natasha liked to save that for when you were falling asleep. She really thought you wouldn't remember how sappy she'd gotten in the morning. You let her pretend because the alternative was no sappiness.

"Starving. Are we going somewhere?"

"Let’s stay in, I’ll make something."

You opened your apartment for her and she waltzed right in. She directed you to change as she headed for the kitchen.

You didn’t have the energy to try to hide the bruises. It was better to get it out of the way. Besides, were you going to say no when she wanted to fuck you?

You chose a tiny bra top and a pair of tiny shorts. Maybe your ass would distract her.

She was at the counter, waiting to see what you came out in. A box of pasta in front of her, a few jars and a saucepan off to her side. It wasn’t anything too crazy but you were okay with that, and at least she wouldn’t get to tease you in that restaurant she loved taking you to.

Concept: picture that scene from a movie where the rich, white man has his favorite restaurant that he takes his billions of too-young, way-out-of-his-league dates to and the staff is used to not mentioning any of the terrible things they see to his wife. Now, take that vision and place it on Natasha. Subtract all the dates and the wife and that Natasha was out of your league, and that had you sitting at her usual table of her favorite overpriced, noisy, terribly lit restaurant at least once a week. At least you were starting to make friends with all of the hostesses and most of the servers. But they weren't naive, they knew when Natasha was, in a sense, in a mood, and they knew when to be succinct but still helpful. That was what made part of The Incident possible—

"What is that bruise?" she demanded, startling you out of your thoughts.

You contemplated the innocent act for a moment, but you'd rather be dismissive. It was just quicker. "Nat, I'm fine—"

"Did you get that in class?"

"No."

"Where, then?"

You sighed. "When I was leaving class. I fell walking down the stairs."

"Because you’re so tired!"

"I am not that tired," you protested.

"Y/N—"

You sauntered over to her, sliding in between her and the counter. "I guess I am a little tired but only because I’ve had some trouble falling asleep lately."

She already knew where you were going, but she would never refuse one of your challenges. You weren’t in charge, she was, and you wouldn’t know that if she was too soft with you. She sighed, "why is that?"

"Because you haven’t fucked me in so long."

She rolled her eyes.

"When you tire me out, I sleep like a baby. Without you...I have to tire myself out and that can take forever."

She sighed, knowing she was not going to get you on a different path. "Forever, huh?"

You nodded. "I mean...I can think about you when I do it. Your mouth, your fingers... But it’s not the same."

"And how often, exactly, do you think about me?"

It was the closest she was ever going to get to asking where she stood with you. She knew there were others but she wanted to hear that she was special compared to the rest. She was, so special you couldn’t put it into words. But that didn't mean Steve and Carol weren't special in their way as well. You figured they were going to have a hard time wrapping their mind around that when they found out about this. A competition? Sure, they could understand that.

"Very often," you promised. "I missed you."

You craved them exactly as you had gotten used to having them in your life. The mornings had you longing to be with Natasha, staying in bed late while you thought about how she wasn’t going to be walking you to class or waiting for you after. Nights were reserved for Steve when you realized how empty your bed felt and wanted to have one of your under-the-covers conversations with him—a trend started in the winters when he would unintentionally wake you up because he was trying to slip out of bed, it was your way of keeping him there for just a little longer. Then there were weekends, random mid-days, and every Thursday night that Carol had you set aside just for her so she could take you to Maria's for dinner.

Natasha's hands settled on your hips. "I missed you, too. But that doesn’t mean I don't want to hit your damn teacher."

"Why waste time?"

"I’m nearly retired," she countered. "I have the time."

"No, you really don’t." You slowly removed your shirt and then shimmied out of your shorts before kicking them away. "All of your time needs to be spent on me, not worrying about my teacher."

Natasha always looked at you like she’d never seen anything quite so beautiful regardless of how little time elapsed from the last, but there was something different this time. For the first time since she’d met you, your skin was an unpainted canvas. Steve and Carol had been gone as well and that meant there were no bruises anywhere because there was no one else.

Natasha liked marking you up because Steve did—not that she knew that, but it was a possessive outlet for them both. Steve’s marks were always bigger, bigger fingers, bigger love bites, she’d known instantly that he was a man—random, inconsistent. Hers were smaller, healed quicker, but no doubt sent the message that you were fucking a woman. Something she wanted to be known to whoever else was sharing your bed.

She lifted you onto the counter, leaving your hips hanging over the edge as she dropped to her knees. Immediately, her mouth was set to your inner thigh where she nipped at your skin and kissed after. She never once took her eyes off you as she switched legs..

You wouldn’t beg, even after the eighth time she made that switch. You knew she had her plans and not even you could change them. That didn’t mean you weren’t dripping and squirming, cursing her for being so thorough, however.

She shoved your legs apart wide as she stood, dipping down to run her tongue through you slowly, just once.

You shuddered when she caught your clit. "Natasha—"

"Hush." She eyed your pussy, then the rest of you. "You are delicious, baby. I can’t believe I had to go so long without tasting you." She chose your hip bones to mark up next but finally, slid two fingers inside you. She didn’t move them, she just wanted to fill you up a little.

You clenched around them several intentional times and she didn’t bat an eye. She was trying to drive you crazy; she hadn’t said it but the second you tried to take, if you rolled your hips, if you grabbed her arm and attempted to rush her, she would make you wait longer.

She trailed up to your breasts, small kisses scattered without pattern before she started to bite and suck until your skin was numbly tingling. You knew her game was over when she pressed her lips to yours.

You wasted no time, opening your mouth for her tongue and moaning out of the sheerest need. There was just something about Natasha’s lips that could always get you weak. They were beautiful to look at but they felt even better gliding across your skin, kissing, sucking.

She was the one who pulled away, turning down to look at her fingers still inside you. "You are soaking my hand."

Now you grabbed her forearm, pulling her fingers in deeper. "Fuck me, please."

She acted as if she was thinking about it, arched her eyebrow and curled her fingers once, twice, and then yanked them away from you.

Your eyes widened up at her. What the hell?

"Go sit at the table while I finish making the pasta."

Your mouth dropped a little. "Um...?"

"Hurry up," she ordered.

She was serious, dead serious. You slid off the counter, leaning down to reach for your clothes.

"I didn’t tell you to get dressed," she pointed out. With her hands on your arms, she stood you back up and turned you around. You went to move away but she grabbed your ass and leaned down to kiss your cheek, then gently urged you forward. "Sit down, stop pouting. Be a good girl or else I won’t be fucking you, understood?"

No, hell no, not understood. At all! But you didn’t say any of that as you moved for the table. No, no, no way in hell.

Steve teased, even Carol had her tendencies to make you wait, but Natasha was different. After that first time in the studio, she had never again made you wait for something that you wanted. She gave and gave until you shamelessly flaunted how spoiled you were to anyone who would listen—mostly the ballerinas from class. It was that Natasha didn’t need to be as in control as them, it was that it didn’t need to be some power struggle.

Maybe she was trying something different, but that meant that you could do that, too. Instead of sitting in a chair like a boring mouse, you turned to her and sat on the table instead.

She was pouring the box of pasta in the pot, but she turned up to arch an eyebrow at you.

You lifted one leg, then the other, setting the arches of your feet on the edge of the table. You were obscenely spread for her and she acted as if that wasn’t unnatural.

You brought your hand down to your pussy, two fingers slowly tracing circles around your clit. You watched her watching you the entire time, there was never a break in her resolve. But you were too far now to just quit, besides that was more than likely was her feigned indifference was trying for.

She didn’t stop making the pasta either, but that was how you knew you were winning. She was trying to speed dinner along because she was going to remind you that she was in charge.

It was so cute that they believed that. You worried that she may not let you finish that night, so even if you wanted to give her that little bit of obedience you could manage, you weren't convinced it was in your best interest.

Your hand began to move frantically as you cried out her name because you were just mean like that. Your eyes closed and your head fell back as you took in two of your fingers. Your hips rose to grind against the heel of your palm, around that time you were almost certain you’d heard something clatter in the kitchen.

Your finish was little more than a show, an end you’d drawn yourself to many times in their absence but one that you played up. It felt as good as it could have but you needed them, nothing else could suffice. That didn't mean you weren't acting like it was the best orgasm you'd ever had.

You came down quickly and did so without a word or even another glance at her. You climbed off the table, sat in a chair, and looked at her once more.

She looked down at the counter in front of her and shook her head. Yep, you were in major trouble, but you deemed it well worth it.

After an uneventful meal, she took you to the bedroom where she edged you ruthlessly. She was trying to get you to apologize for misbehaving, but you refused. Well, until she told you that she wasn't going to give you the presents she brought you back from Paris. (Later, you opened a new pair of thigh-high boots and a diamond choker with a dangling charm of cursive letters spelling out angel.)

And finally, when you gave in and apologized, she herself was worked up beyond comprehension and set your cunt over her face so she could eat you out until you were crying and delirious. Thankfully, she didn’t stop even though you begged her to, not until she was satisfied.

That was the first night Natasha stayed over. She kept her arms wrapped around your bare torso to keep you pinned to her as tightly as possible. You felt her running her hands through your hair until you fell asleep, enjoying the sound of her breathing in the quiet room.

In the morning, you woke first. You were able to watch her sleep for a while, surprised by how peaceful she looked. And you were caught off by how good she looked in your bed, her red hair fanned out over your pink pillowcases, the sunlight filtering through the blinds and layering her in gold light. 

Her arms were slack around you, her right falling away as you sat up. You situated yourself on her side, crossing your top leg over her hip. You took her hand in yours, guiding two of her fingers to your already wet pussy.

You teased your clit for several minutes, careful not to wake her just yet. When you were ready, you slid down on two of her long fingers. Still, she was not woken by you.

You rolled your hips desperately, moaning every time your clit swept against her palm. You felt her fingers curl on their own and moaned louder, an attempt to get her conscious.

When her eyes shot open, they focused on you instantly. You continued to fuck yourself on her fingers, setting your head on the pillow next to hers and staring in her eyes.

"Fuck," she whispered. Then she was up and urging you onto your back. She spread your legs wide and slotted herself between them. She started slow, hands groping your breasts as she dragged her pussy against yours. 

She was deliciously slick, you could feel her cunt dripping onto yours. Wet sounds filled the room, along with the small, desperate noises that spilled from your open mouth.

When she knew she was close, she used your thigh as leverage, moving quicker. It was a breath-taking scene when Natasha got lost in pleasure. She shut her eyes, tilted her head back and her red curls lined her back, her breasts bounced hard because that was how she was fucking you. She didn’t stop until you were both screaming each other's name and coming.

She collapsed on top of you, mouth lazily seeking out yours. "That’s the best way I’ve ever been woken up."

You smiled.

"Turn over, let me see your gorgeous ass."

You waited until she stepped off the bed to roll over, eagerly sticking your ass out for her. She had never asked you to do this so you were excited to see where she would take it.

You heard her get back on the bed and then felt her hands gripping your ass hard.

"You have such a beautiful ass."

You smirked, glancing back at her.

She set her body flat against your back and you titled your head just so you could kiss her. She began grinding her cunt against your ass, nipping at your lips as she moaned. One of her hands slithered down between your pussy and the mattress, her fingers circling your sensitive flesh skillfully.

Her soaking pussy brushed over your ass desperately, you could feel her soaking you all the way down the back of your thigh. She got herself off on your skin, never once easing up on your clit even though you’d finished and were terribly oversensitive to her touch. Instead, once again, she stopped only when she wanted to.

And if you thought that would be the end, you didn’t know her very well. She sat up and brought you with her. She took your hips in her hands and situated you over one of her thighs, her front pressed to your back once again. "Come on my thigh, baby, don’t stop until I tell you to."

You leaned over, using your elbows to keep your balance. You rode her thigh hard, making sure to give her quite the show of your ass. When you were reaching your end, you grabbed one of her hands and set it over your ass. She took the cue immediately, grabbing you, digging her fingers in.

When you finished, she shoved you flat onto the mattress. You were only half aware of what she was doing behind you, still floating from your orgasm. You snapped right out of that when you felt her lips against your ass. She kissed you several times before you felt her tongue against your hole.

You startled, hands fisting in the sheets. You were definitely surprised, you guys had never even approached this topic. But just as soon as you had felt her, she was gone. She turned you back over, kissed up your body, stopping only to worship your breasts. When she reached your mouth, she gave you an out-of-place chaste kiss and sat up. "Seriously, we need to get out of bed or I'm never going to stop fucking you."

When Carol opened her apartment door for you, things quickly changed. She gripped your arm and walked you to the couch where she forcefully sat you down. One thing was clear: she was in no mood to hear you speak.

"Stay." She headed to the kitchen where you heard cupboards being opened and slammed shut, the fridge a few times. Mostly, she was just walking around.

Perhaps you should have been scared, but you were just wet. So fucking wet.

She came back with a beer, glanced at you, then began pacing. "You’re..." she trailed off and shook her head before taking a long drink from the bottle in her hand. "I mean, I can’t even..."

It was definitely a mistake to laugh.

Her eyes widened and she turned to you, a clear warning, but one that you would not heed. "Just try to make me understand," she finally settled on. "What possessed you?"

"Well, you were gone for quite a while."

"So, you missed me?"

"Of course."

"So, you decide to be a brat?"

Was that supposed to make you regret acting out? It was a somewhat humiliating thing for her to call you but you didn’t dislike it. "Well, you weren’t paying enough attention to me."

Again, that sharp look that you were sure was supposed to make you backtrack. "I only pay attention to good girls, girls who behave."

You hummed, standing. "I suppose I should go home, then."

"Sit down," she growled.

Instead, you tossed your purse on the couch and slowly removed your jacket. Nat had left you covered in marks but she was secure enough in her place with you that she didn’t need to do so in a way that would inconvenience you. She understood you were a ballerina so she left your neck, shoulders, and chest mostly untouched. Your breasts, stomach, and thighs were another story, but you were still in a tiny ass skirt that allowed Carol to finger you in the car before you’d arrived at another little gathering Maria was having—who had more parties, her or Tony Stark? She was giving him a run for his money.

Which was where you’d started acting out. Carol had picked you up around noon and you were as sweet as could be. But around 3, you were suddenly hit with the realization that you wanted to be fucking her more than anything else. It started with a text about how you had taken off your underwear. She was having none of it, she told you this was not happening. You let her know that the scrap of lace was in her purse.

You sent a picture 30 minutes later. She warned you to stop. You sent a video showing her just how wet you were for her, then told her all the things you wanted her to do to you. All the things you had missed while she was away.

In total, you sent her 27 texts, 2 videos, and 7 pictures. You’d received 4 responses, but the final one was completely out of place. Show me your ass. You obliged but then nothing. She said nothing, she requested nothing further.

Did you feel as though you'd gone too far? Not exactly. Carol was definitely into the most public shit, making possible for the second part of The Incident. You still blushed thinking about that day.

She rolled her eyes at your display of disobedience, bringing the bottle to her lips once more. "Strip."

You didn’t need to be told twice. First, it was the shirt, and you paid no mind at all to what Natasha had left you with, but you noticed Carol's lingering gaze. Next, you pushed your skirt down and stepped out of her pumps you’d borrowed. You loved wearing heels when you were out with Carol, she was taller than you without and sometimes it brought you to her level or made you just a tad taller.

She made her way closer to you, setting her bottle on the coffee table off to her side. Abruptly, she grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you closer to her. "If you wanted me to get rough with, princess, all you had to do was ask."

You didn’t have time to respond before she was kissing you, greedy and demanding. But just as you reached up to touch her face, she yanked back and turned you around with her hands on your shoulders. She grabbed your hair once more and forced you down toward the table.

You were on your knees, bent over the edge, your breasts flat against the freezing glass. Your cheek was pressed so hard against the solid surface you almost couldn’t open your mouth to speak. "Carol—"

"Silence."

It was a while before you heard her move, she got down behind you and kept one hand on your head as the next began to feel through your folds.

She slipped one finger inside you, pulled back, then added another. She curled up against that spot that always made you buck your hips wildly, even though now you were digging into the sharp wooden border of the table she’d bent you over.

"You know how to drive, right, princess?"

You paused for a moment, confused.

"Answer me."

"Um, yes?"

"You know that when you reach a traffic light, green means go and red means stop, don’t you?"

"Yeah..."

"So, right now, bent over this table, your soaking cunt filled with my fingers, you are...?"

She was speaking slowly as if you were a child that could barely comprehend this conversation. Never mind that you were definitely getting lost and her fingers were turning your brain to mush. It was another humiliation tactic and you felt yourself blushing. She’d never been quite so...formal. "Green?"

"Are you asking or telling? Green means that you are still my desperate little whore that needs to be fucked hard."

"I’m green," you assured.

"And if at any point you feel like you need me to slow down or you are beginning to get worried or uncomfortable, if you need any verbal communication, you’re yellow. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"And you understand if you need me to stop, if I’m hurting you or you don’t like what’s going on, you can tell me you are red and you know I won’t get mad at you?"

"Yes."

"One more time, what are you?"

"Green."

She pulled her fingers from inside you. "Arms on the table."

You hurriedly obeyed, gripping the edges hard. Carol never really spoke to you like this, it was all spoiling you in attention and affection. This was something else, something you hadn’t anticipated when you started this game.

She brought her hand down on the right side of your ass, your hips stuttered forward and your gasp and the echo of the smack filled the room. Your cheeks burned and your eyes filled with tears. It didn’t hurt, she was experimenting, but you knew it would eventually.

"And what are you now, princess?"

You swallowed, willing your voice to stay even. "Green."

She finally let go of your hair and you tilted your head a little just to get the pressure off your cheekbone. She repeated the slap on the opposite side with just a bit more pressure.

You shuddered and blurted out the same color. Your skin was stinging but you felt yourself growing wetter, your slick running down your thighs now.

She had you in this cycle until she found enough force that it was barely manageable. Tears were running down your cheeks, landing on the table and she had to hold you up on your knees because you no longer could.

She hummed. "These marks are going to be pretty in the morning."

You realized then where this came from. Had you come to her with the same attitude but without all of those marks Nat left you covered in, you probably never would have pushed Carol to this point. They had both officially found their ways to be just the slightest bit possessive.

"You sorry?"

You snorted. "No...are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You should have fucked me at the party if you really wanted me to stop sending you pictures and videos."

She rolled her eyes. "Stay here. I'm not joking."

You smirked as she stormed off to her bedroom. You knew what she would be coming back with. She returned naked, save for her strap. A smooth red dildo hung between her legs, one of the larger ones she owned.

You went to stand up but she clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"Crawl over here."

You lifted your eyebrows—crawl? Hadn't she just called you ‘princess’? But you could be a ‘whore’ since she called you that, too. On hands and knees, you made your way to her.

She reached down to grab your hair, pulling you up to stand on your knees. She said nothing else as she used her other hand to press the tip of the dildo against your lips until you opened your mouth. A struggle that ended with the sounds of you choking on the piece of silicone down your throat.

The rest of the night was spent on the couch. She made you ride her strap until you physically couldn't continue, which ended up being a bit after two in the morning. She didn't tease or edge, she allowed you to come as many times as you wanted to, in fact, she ordered it—unstated, but the threat that would come from not playing her game was clear.

She didn't help, however, she stayed still underneath you and didn't say a word. She just watched you, watched as you pathetically attempted to get her to break. You would kiss her, take her fingers and suck on them, place her hands over your breasts. A few times, you even got up, turning your back to her before sinking back down on the dildo, knowing that she would love the sight of your battered ass.

Steve understood your love of ballet.

Sure, Natasha knew what you were talking about and related to you somewhat, but she also had her opinions about ballet and sometimes she was a little closed off about your dancing. And hell, Carol would support you doing anything. Tap, softball, book club, Broadway, murder, she just wanted you to be happy.

With Steve, well, he sort of understood interests that left you a little battered and bruised. His new obsession (TM) was patching you up through those unanticipated injuries and wrapping your feet before you practiced at home to prevent injuries. It was a careful 20-minute process where he was utterly focused on making sure you were completely protected. And either he paid tremendous attention to you—his skills at quickly prepping your feet was enviable—or he had a thing for ballerinas. You were okay not knowing.

When he called you and told you he was coming over, you noticed something in his voice. It was different, not that usual sweet and doting tone, but you'd heard it before. Steve was always confident and assertive, but this was...something else. Something more. When he told you that you needed to get dressed in nothing more than a leotard, you wanted to be a brat and flat out refuse, maybe just tease, but you didn’t. You had enough sense to know that it wouldn’t get you the results you wanted.

You also had reason to be nervous. Carol had left you some nice marks. They didn’t really hurt anymore, but they were there. There was also no false illusion about what they were. Steve would know and you just weren’t sure how he would feel about them. Most of your ass was covered with what you were wearing but there were still the especially dark areas that could be seen through your one-piece, and there were a few bruises that extended the cut of your outfit. Not to mention, there was no way to hide what Natasha left on your upper thighs.

But you just decided to act like it wasn’t an issue. He was the one who said he couldn’t be your boyfriend, right? He couldn’t get upset over others leaving marks behind. At least that was what you kept repeating to yourself as you walked toward your barre in the corner of your apartment living room.

You began going through your usual warm-up routine, only glancing at him when you felt you wouldn’t be caught. He was laid out on the couch, eyes following your legs as if he hadn’t seen you do this a dozen times already. He was already hard, made more noticeable by the one leg draped over the edge of the cushions. His hand was on his thigh, fingers twitching just barely. The control he was trying to maintain was clear on his face, through his sharp blue eyes, his set jaw, and furrowed brow.

It was silent the entire time and your nerves were growing. Eventually, you would have to turn around and he would have the perfect view of your ass. He’d already noticed your thighs, you saw him eyeing you when he was prepping your feet for the pointe shoes. But he didn’t say anything and he wouldn’t, because he wasn’t allowed to. Right?

With a finishing soutenu turn, you were facing the opposite direction. You heard him sit up but then it was completely silent, minus your breathing and your shoes brushing along the floor.

When you were done, you stayed put. You’d gone as far as teaching him a lot of ballet vocabulary because he knew what he wanted to see and after your warm-ups, he would often direct you. It was always somewhat thrilling—apparently, you both shared this depraved ballerina kink. Maybe there had been role play—maybe he was the casting director and you were a desperate ballerina auditioning for a role, willing to do anything to get it, and maybe he pretended he had a million and one critiques for you, and maybe instead of having the talent, you got the role after you sucked him off.

“Face the barre. Run through your pliés.”

You turned to your side, pretending to be focused on keeping your hips squared and your pelvis locked. You could do pliés no problem, but the alternative was meeting his stare in the mirror and you were too nervous to do that. You completed the demi-pliés slowly and the grand pliés much the same. Normally, he would speak during this step, knowing that he wasn’t going to distract you, but nothing.

You waited for more instructions but they never came. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you startled—you hadn’t heard him get so close.

He just held you for a moment, pinned your back to his chest as he kissed the side of your face. His hands began to squeeze your breasts and you melted into him eagerly. But soon, gentle touching became rough grabbing and all you could do was watch him in the mirror. He looked at you like he was starving and he touched you like it had been ages.

One of his hand dropped down and grabbed your ass. You held on tighter to the barre, shuddering. "What do you call him?"

Because you just didn’t know what was good for you, you laughed. "Are you jealous?"

He gripped you harder, bringing down his other hand to join. "I don’t need to be. What do you call him?"

'I’m not fucking another man," you informed, amusement still clear in your tone. Steve Rogers jealous, you never thought you’d see the day.

"Then what do you call her?"

She had you call her captain, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that. "What do you want me to call you?" you purred. "Sir?"

"No."

You hummed. “Master? You don’t strike me as the type, but you’re weird enough that I wouldn’t be surprised."

"No."

"Then I’m not sure what you want, Steve." You did know, you’d always had the suspicion since he liked to take care of you and loved calling you baby girl.

"I won’t ask you again," he finally said. He didn’t much care what you were doing with other people, but he did have a special liking to your ass. Maybe he was just mad that someone was spanking you before he was.

When it came to Steve, you knew how to get under his skin. You always knew just what to say to shock him and he could pretend all he wanted that he didn’t love when you would say the filthiest things to him, but you knew better. And after he just handed you this, how were you supposed to resist? "I don’t think I’ll have enough time to answer."

He lifted his eyebrows. "Oh, are we on a clock?"

You shrugged, leaning back to set your head on his shoulder. "Well, yeah, if you want to fuck me before mom gets home."

He scoffed, averting his gaze forward.

You knew you’d caught something though, his hands tightened on your hips and his jaw was doing that thing.

"You are sick."

You snorted. "And you’re hard, so."

He turned you abruptly, pinning you between his body and the barre. "Fine, what’s the story?"

You hummed. "You met my mom in a bar, you liked her, you started this all with the purest intentions. But then you stayed over one night, and there I was. You’ve tried fighting it—"

"But you don’t make it easy," he sighed.

You smirked. "I’m sorry, daddy. Really."

Any last reluctance he had was destroyed when you called him daddy. "Well, baby girl, daddy really isn’t okay that you’ve been letting so many other people fuck you."

You shrugged. "Maybe I was practicing."

He scoffed, fully aware of how you were intending to turn this. "Practicing. For what?"

"You. I just wanted to make sure I was good when you fucked me."

He hummed, turning you away once again. "And are you?"

"Good?"

"Mhm."

"The best," you promised.

"Baby, I don’t know how I feel about sharing you. What if I wanted to be your first?"

"I—"

He brought his hand up to your neck and you fell silent. "Daddy is really disappointed."

Rarely did Steve commandeer your scenes. Mostly, he pretended that he was just humoring you, then he fucked you well enough that you weren’t in the position to tease him afterward. It was a great system. But you weren’t complaining that he was suddenly changing things.

"Are you sorry for letting me down?"

You nodded quickly. It was surprising how naturally he could commit to this character.

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

"I’ll do anything," you promised.

He took his other hand, palm sliding over your ass. "Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?"

"No."

"I do... you ever had your ass fucked?"

That was a huge no. The men you had been with up to that point, prior to Steve, did not meet your standards that well. There was lacking trust, skill, most of them couldn’t define 'foreplay' if their lives depended on it. And after, well, Carol was the only one who liked straps so much and she’d never brought it up.

"No."

"No?"

You were about to repeat the answer when his hand came down on your ass. It (illogically) was the last thing you were expecting and you pathetically squeaked before you could stop yourself.

"You know what I want you to call me. Correct?"

"Yes, daddy. No, I’ve never been fucked there."

"You want daddy to fuck you there?"

"Will daddy forgive me?"

"Maybe."

Pouting, right now? Steve Rogers knew no bounds. "Yes, daddy, I want you to fuck me there."

"Spread your legs and hold the barre."

You hurriedly did as he asked, watching his face in the mirror. His eyes were focused on your ass, the way you moved, the way you were teasing him by leaning over just a little.

First, he moved your suit aside and buried two fingers inside you. You were obscenely wet, something he chuckled at.

You would have blushed, had you not already been. He pumped his fingers in and out, ordering you to watch, even though you couldn’t see much with your leotard in the way. When he added another finger, you squirmed a little, trying to get more comfortable.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little, daddy." It always hurt, taking Steve was always an adjustment process. The first few times, uncomfortable, an orgasm without his fingers rubbing quick circles around your clit was impossible. You were getting used to him, it was still a stretch, you’d just grown to like that ounce of pain because you knew how much pleasure was going to follow.

"Well, imagine how they’re going to feel in your ass. Then imagine how my cock will feel. Worried?"

"No, daddy. I like it when you hurt me."

He thrust his fingers a tad indelicately and your hips jerked.

Ass—obviously you’d said that to get a rise out of him, but still, rude. You had completely soaked through your thick suit by the time he pulled his fingers out, and not a single finish to show for it. But you figured he knew what he was doing, he’d probably had experience with this before so you were fine letting him run the show.

He pulled the material over your ass so he could watch you take his fingers.

"Take it off, daddy," you pleaded, voice all weak and breathy. You were pathetic.

"Can’t, baby. If your mom walks in, you can’t be naked."

You whined unintelligibly. Was he serious right now?

"Don’t misbehave," he warned. "I don’t want to have to punish you. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy." You set your forehead to the bar, angling your head so you could still see his face.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded slightly. "Yes, daddy." You startled a bit when you felt his finger, taking a breath when he told you to. The first finger didn’t hurt but you felt impossibly full—he was right, how were you going to take him? There was a sting when he got to his knuckle but he told you to relax so you tried.

His opposite hand reached through the suit where he pressed his fingers flat to your clit and began to massage them over you, back and forth, with a toe-curling pace and pressure. He pumped his finger in and out of your ass until you were crying out about your approaching orgasm. His finger felt different now, better, and you weren’t sure any finish had ever built up so intensely.

Before you could find out, he stopped touching your clit, dipping his first two fingers down to tease your entrance. It was then that he decided to add another finger to the one working on opening your ass for him. He was quick about it, slid one finger out, shoved two in.

You threw your head back, moaning loudly.

"Starting to feel good, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." Maybe just the looming promise of the right kind of pain, but not necessarily good. Not yet.

He continued his pattern of edging you until he had four fingers inside your ass. Your legs were shaking and his other hand was completely soaked. He never stopped talking, telling you about all the times he had thought about fucking you like this, how he touched himself during these fantasies, how he was going to make you feel better than you’d ever felt.

Steve wasn’t the most forthcoming man. He didn’t lie, never, but sometimes he kept things so completely to himself and you never had a clue. When did this obsession with your ass start, and how? And if Carol had never spanked you, would he even be doing this now? What other fantasies was he keeping to himself?

"Do you want to go to your bedroom, doll?"

"Not yet."

"Do you want your mother to catch us?" he joked.

You snorted. "Maybe I do."

He leaned over you, kissing the side of your face. "You know, I’m just saying, if you really did have a mom and I was your stepfather and was trying to fuck you on a clock, we would have definitely been caught by now."

You couldn’t possibly refrain from smiling. "You’re such a dork, Steve."

He smiled a little. "You think you’re ready?"

"Yes."

He arched an eyebrow at you. "Don’t drop the act now, baby girl."

You scoffed. "Yes, daddy. I’m ready." You watched him in the mirror as he moved his pants out of his way, something he eventually had to remove his fingers to do. You immediately missed that full feeling.

He adjusted your leotard out of his way once more, opposite hand leading his cock to you. He pressed in just barely, allowing you time to adjust or to protest if this was a failed experiment. You guys had had a few of those. Beyond handcuffs, he did not like tying you up. You guys actually weren’t overly into public sexual situations, save for the final act of The Incident. And phone sex was something that only occurred in times of true desperation. This would not be making the same list.

He folded his hands over your hip bones, pulling you back further on his cock. Your mouth dropped and your eyes slammed shut. It didn’t feel natural, it was like your body was trying to push back at him but well, Steve was nothing if not stubborn. He just kept pushing and pushing until your ass was flush against him.

It felt like an eternity when he started to pull out and then another eternity when he thrust back in, but you enjoyed every second. You felt high by the time his hips were moving easily, steadily. It was this maddening feeling like you were on the edge of something really good but he wouldn’t touch you anywhere else and it just wasn’t enough to finish. You suspected he knew that.

His hands moved up your hips and your waist until he could grab your shoulders. He stood you up, his hips stilling, your back flat to his chest. Just when you thought you he couldn’t get any deeper inside you. He pressed his hands up until he closed around your breasts. He pinched your nipples through the material, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"Let’s go to the bedroom."

He would have a much better angle to watch, of course. Two months prior, you were days away from a huge audition so you were either at the studio or at home practicing. One night when you arrived home at nearly 10, it just felt like something wasn't right. Like someone had been in your apartment, nothing looked off. You just felt it.

You didn't lock the door behind you, just in case. You kept hold of your phone. You hadn’t spoken to Natasha that day and you worried she wouldn’t answer, she didn’t generally stay awake so late. And well, it wasn’t like Steve was a stranger to your AM calls or texts. But Carol lived closer and would have been there in a second if you’d needed her.

You made yourself move, tomorrow was another busy day. You flipped on your bedroom light, nearly sprinting straight back out when you saw flowers on your bed. But fear was quickly replaced with all sorts of confusion.

It looked like an expensive bouquet and there was a card right next to it. And see, these were not roses or daisies, these were dahlias—dark red, full, extra flowers. And who was more extra than... As the card read—ding, ding, ding. Steve Rogers. 

When you’re not so busy, we’ll try it out. 

Fear soon returned. Oh no, you thought to yourself. What could he have possibly done? It took you only three more seconds to find a full ass mirror over your bed. At the moment, you were stunned, but once more, pulled yourself out of it with your insistence of sleep. You did not have time for this.

However, when you were in bed, your phone charging next to you, you just couldn’t fall asleep. Of course. You had to call Steve. He’d broken into your home, or allowed others to break into your home, without your permission. All to put a fucking mirror over the god damn bed? He was insane, you realized.

"Hey, doll."

He sounded so smug. "You’re sick."

"Hmm, does that mean you don’t like it?"

"That means what I said: you’re sick."

"Take your clothes off."

You snorted. "Who said I’m wearing any?"

As mentioned, this wasn’t your usual routine with him. Steve loved seeing you, feeling you—phone sex just didn’t cut it. But who knew when you would have time for him next?

"There are many toys in your bedside table, pick one now."

You eagerly obliged, spreading your legs and fucking yourself with a vibrator he’d used on you several times. He told you to watch, to not take your eyes off the mirror.

The mirror added to discovering that Steve Rogers liked role-play had been some of the most pleasant surprises of your life. It was fun for both of you, never a question about when or where. When either of you wanted it, the other was always up for it. You’d thought it was just a one-time thing after the ballet incident, but then he found handcuffs in your room, which believe it or not, you hadn’t actually been using for sex. They were sex handcuffs, but they were just part of your costume to the Valentine's Day party Carol had taken you to, thrown by the lovely Maria.

Regardless, he asked you about them and you dismissed them. He then “arrested” you for “being a brat”. That got you bent over the kitchen counter as he fucked you from behind. He had you beg him to let you go but didn’t stop until his cum was dripping out of you onto the floor.

Then he’d noticed you were struggling in one of your classes and offered a prize for doing well on an upcoming exam. Of 50 questions, you’d only missed 4. He laid you out on your bed and told you he was going to eat you out. After the first time, you attempted to pull him up to you, gasping about how you needed him inside you, please Steve. He grabbed your hands and held them down, ordering you to call him professor Rogers. 

Then there was the loose sugar daddy scene. He’d bought you a diamond choker on one of his trips away and it was stunning. You felt spoiled and wanted him to feel the same. You got on your knees and stayed there until you were sure your jaw was going to suffer permanent damage if you kept your mouth open that wide for much longer. It was three days later that he sent you a screenshot of your Instagram post about the diamond choker and told you to get dressed exactly how you were in the photo. So, in a rose pink wig, a tiny pink satin dress, a dangerously high pair of red heels, and the diamond choker. He didn’t use your name when finally got to your apartment, he called you baby and made you ride him, fully dressed, until you couldn’t sit up on your own.

Then there was the time Steve Rogers actually sent you the address to a sex shop and told you to meet him there. You’d had no idea until you pulled up to the building but you knew immediately that you were going to enjoy this. He asked you to help him find toys that his wife would enjoy—you told yourself you could play along, but you definitely needed to smack him upside the head later. When he got you in the car, after a little back and forth, you being somewhat mouthy, he placed one of the vibrators inside you and wouldn’t turn it off. His fingers paid attention to your clit the entire drive home.

Your payback for that was you dressed as one of his former chorus girls. A designer at the university that you’d met because she always made the costumes for the show was all too happy to help. You sent him a picture of the outfit then flipped the skirt up to show him you weren’t wearing underwear. The absolute last thing you expected was for him to show up in one of his suits. He was wild almost animalistic, he made you scream so loud that three different neighbors came to check if you were okay. Which had been a great source of pride to him.

Then you bought a stripper pole. It took 7 entire classes before you had any idea what you were doing. Though he appreciated it, it was a requirement of patience that he did not want to execute. Natasha, though,

Natasha loved watching you dance. Carol had the same problem as Steve but if you let Natasha, she would watch you for hours.

When you woke up, it was because Steve was getting out of bed. You glanced at the clock, 4 in the morning. He was getting up for his run, then he'd head out to the tower for another day at the office.

He fucked you again before he left. He had you on top of him, chest to chest, his arms wrapped tight around your back, one hand on the back of your head to hold you to the bend of his neck. He liked to do this with the mirror. He liked holding you flat against him and then watching your ass as he fucked you fervidly. He had become wild and insatiable since the mirror's arrival.

Natasha liked to lay you down, tie your legs to the bedpost, sometimes your arms, and would spend hours teasing you with her mouth. Sometimes, when she knew you weren’t too tired, she would tell you to finger yourself and she would stay next to you and watch in the mirror for as long as you would allow it.

Carol liked making you ride her and you couldn’t deny that was a beautiful scene to watch play out from above. She also liked to turn you away from her, settle directly behind you, drape your leg back over her hip, and fuck you with one of her straps.

They had their shared interests, that was undeniable. You still blushed every time you thought about The Incident. It occurred four months ago. They’d been on a short trip; not even a mission, they’d promised, they’d told you it was more politics than saving the world. The first one you saw when they got back was Carol.

She had texted you while you were out with friends and asked where you were. You informed her that you would be shopping alone after lunch. She joined you because she had a present that she just couldn’t wait. It was a vibrator that she could control from her phone. She never used it while you were walking, concerned that you may actually fall and hurt yourself but if you stopped to look at something or sat down for even a second, it was on.

Natasha had taken you to the restaurant. She told you to go to the bathroom and take off your bra and panties and she handed you her purse to place them in. She made you sit down next to her, slipped the same vibrator inside you, then made you sit on her lap for the entire night. She let you watch her phone, let you know when she was going to speed up or slow down, and all she did the entire night was sip on her wine and keep a tight hold on you so you couldn't move away from her.

Two days later, Steve made you wear it to class. Not ballet class, actual classes where you would be sitting down. It was so random when you would feel it and it was terrifying as he wasn't there. You never knew when or where, or if you were standing up and reading! You wanted to hit him when you got back to your apartment and he was waiting for you. You didn't, but you were really upset. Mostly because he hadn't let you come the entire day.

You wanted to know why? You’d asked, but their answers were dismissive and it wasn’t like you could elaborate on what you actually meant. You weren’t just asking why, you were asking why all three? It was just one of those answers you weren’t going to get while you were still keeping secrets from them.

When Natasha showed up after Steve left, it was two hours before class. You were still in bed checking social media when she slipped under the covers and made you come with her mouth and fingers. You’d taken a shower since Steve left, fortunately.

She kissed up your body and settled on top of you. You undressed her, kissing her bare skin as soon as you exposed it, her arms, her chest, her stomach, her legs, her ass, her cunt. She wanted you on top, grinding against her as she watched in the mirror.

She walked you to class and you fingered her in the dimly lit hallway before she left. She picked you up afterward and made you eat since you simply did not have the time to before class. She walked you home, set up her phone on the table next to the couch, sat down, sat you on top of her, and made you ride her fingers. Sometimes, Natasha wanted videos.

In between your second and third lecture classes, the biggest gap in your day, Carol texted. She picked you up in her car and drove out to some hiking trails that she felt were empty enough. In the back of her car, she had you pressed down to the seats, ass up as she fucked you with her strap. She held the side of your face down against the leather, not so much that it would stifle your screams.

When you finished, she made you clean the seat with your tongue. You could distinctly tell the difference between her taste and yours. She watched you as she removed the strap, taking the dildo and fucking herself with it.

She laid back and let you on top, directing you to sink down on the dildo as it was still buried in her pussy. You didn’t stop taking it until your pussy was against hers, thankfully it wasn’t one of the longer ones in her collection. Leaning over, you used the side of the car to keep your balance. She rose onto her elbows, nipping and sucking at your nipples as you ground your wet center against hers.

This was a regular day, one you had grown to love, one you were completely obsessed with. You were scared. You felt that the likelihood of them all being okay with this was low. But you were not so scared that you would ever lie to them. Withhold information? Sure. Lie? Out of the question.

You'd finally confided in the ballerinas. They'd always known about Natasha because she was at practice all of the time, but you only told half-truths about Steve and Carol. You didn't actually want them to know that you were sleeping with three Avengers. Maybe it was because everyone was drunk, but they promised you that Natasha adored you and she wouldn't leave you.

Okay, but what about Steve and Carol? You were stressed, really stressed. During the preparation period for shows, when training was intense, the ballerinas often went out on Saturdays and got wasted and talked. This was why you were in a loud night club with dancing and alcohol, and no one who was going to stop any of you from getting in trouble.

You were impaired but you were not a bad friend. At the bar, you counted all of your friends. They would likely be leaving with someone as they had all found someone to dance with, you would make the rounds in a minute. It was a rule, if they wanted to leave with a guy, that guy had to give you his number. You would verify it right then and there by sending him a text, then they could be on their way.

It was one in the morning when the girls started leaving. You had a drink at your side and five new names (proven by ID) and numbers saved in your notes.

"That's sweet."

You turned to your left, eyebrows shooting up. Gorgeous blue eyes, long brown hair, and beautiful fair skin. Wanda Maximoff was either sitting right next to you at a bar or you were completely imagining her. Given your drunken state and your current obsession with her, it was possible.

"Well, they don't exactly agree...I read stories about guys and bars and how to avoid getting chopped up into little pieces."

She smiled a little. "Who makes sure you get home?"

"I live close."

She hummed. "Were you heading out?"

Yes, you should say yes. You should leave because this could not happen. You didn't know how to explain that you were sleeping with three of them! And Wanda was wearing this red dress that was really tight and so low cut, so, how would you explain four?!

"Maybe...after I finish my drink."

She eyed your glass for a moment. "I'm Wanda."

"I know. I'm Y/N."

"I think you're the first person who's recognized me all night."

"You're stunning. I don't know how anyone wouldn't recognize you."

She smiled slightly, turning back down to her glass.

There was something so wrong with you. Instead of leaving, you just wanted to sit there and drunkenly flirt, clearly.

"Can I buy you another drink?"

No, say no! "Sure."

It was two drinks later, technically three drinks later, since you finished your drink and then she bought you two more. Things were starting to get...closer. You guys were closer. You'd started out at a normal distance, at least you assumed, but the next thing you realized, you were centimeters away from her.

She had her hand on your arm and she'd stopped ordering drinks. She was ready to leave or almost ready to leave. You hadn't neglected your duties as the best friend. You had 12 names and numbers in your notes but now you were realizing that you were all alone and if you wanted to do something, you could.

You'd talked about yourself a little, the usual. You were a student, you were a ballerina. However, you left the part out about your apparent gambling addiction! She didn't share much and you didn't think that was odd, the others didn't for a long while. They had to be a lot more guarded than you. You completely understood.

Wanda glanced at her phone when the conversation died down, or when you stopped babbling like the intoxicated fool you were, before looking back at you. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Yeah." You should still be saying no. You should try being honest. You should say: I'm sleeping with three of your team members and I should go home. But god, she really was fucking stunning.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"I do. I have a boyfriend that I love very much...but sometimes, there are things that I want to try. Things that he doesn't want to try."

"Are you...referring to me?" That was a stupid question, you were almost sure. But was she? Was that what you were supposed to be picking up?

She scoffed. "In a sense, yes. I do think you are beautiful and you're nice, and really cute. I want to have sex with you, but it can't be a relationship. My boyfriend is offering me an open arrangement... I'm still with him, very committed, but sometimes...I would like to call you and meet you. Does that sound like something you would be okay with?"

Should you be offended by how many Avengers didn't want to be in a relationship with you at this point? You may end up dwelling on that later, but now, you were thinking about having sex with her. She looked soft and sweet, very unlike Carol, Steve, and Natasha. You weren't saying she was better or worse, it wasn't like you were comparing them to rank them.

You were just acutely aware of the fact that they were so dominant and you were not. Wanda didn't seem to need that so much, she seemed like she would be fine just having sex. Meaningful sex, but not too meaningful. Soft sex, but not boring. In fact, it sounded like she wanted to try something different, and maybe you wanted to also.

So, you said yes. Mostly because it reminded you that Natasha, Steve, and Carol all said they were not able to be in an actual relationship with you. You were getting ahead of yourself, maybe they wouldn't care at all. Maybe it would be a complete non-issue, and you shouldn't miss out on having sex with Wanda if you don't have any proof that they'll react negatively.

She kissed you the first time while you were both still sitting at the bar. After you'd given her your consent, she set her hand to your cheek and pressed her lips to yours. It was all soft lips and tongue, no teeth, no power play. She tasted like alcohol and lip gloss, at least her mouth did. You wanted to know what her pussy tasted like, which you didn't fail to whisper to her when she pulled away.

She immediately took your hand and led you out of the club. It wasn't terribly cold as you waited for the Uber she sent for. She was just a bit taller than you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders as she leaned down again to kiss you. Your hands started at her hips but soon began to roam, her ass, her waist, her back, her shoulders to pull her down closer.

By the time the driver showed, you were both completely flushed and very ready to find a bed. She was taking you to a hotel. You figured that was best, no need to add any more people to the list of individuals who randomly show up at your apartment without calling or texting.

She kept her hand on your thigh the entire drive there but didn't dare move it underneath your dress. Another point of difference between her and her teammates. Any of the others and you would have already finished at least twice.

Getting up to the room was a blur. Thankfully, she did all the talking. You weren't sure how to function under this kind of calm, steady build. It was always fast and immediately, but Wanda was taking her time and making sure everything was how she wanted it.

When you finally got into the room, she didn't bother turning on the light. She curled one arm around you, the other pulling your hair off to the side as she began to kiss your neck. She held you against her as she walked forward. There was a bed that you supposed was big enough, a small bathroom, a sad excuse for a kitchen, a huge window with dirty curtains shining light on the mattress.

None of that really mattered, anyway. She led you closer to the window, stopping only when she wanted to remove your dress. It hit the floor, she peeled the curtain away from the window, and her hands were all over you. "Is this okay? I like the moonlight tonight."

She waited for your confirmation before she ran her hands up and down your sides, a teasing touch before she grabbed your breasts. She was still kissing your neck, gentle and open-mouthed.

You turned your head upward, catching her mouth. She opened her lips for you instantly and you took full advantage of that with a slow but sloppy kiss. Her fingers trailed down from the middle of your chest, straight down your stomach, and all the way to your pussy.

She hummed when she felt you were wet. The brushes against your clit were faint but somehow it was enough, it didn't take long at all for you to unhurriedly fall apart. Your legs were shaking and your mind was even more blurry than before.

You turned to her to slip her out of her dress. You kissed across her collarbone, then over her chest, glancing up as you closed your lips around one of her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head fell back, and she opened her beautiful mouth to moan.

Your hands on her hips, you directed her to the bed. She sat down first, grabbing your arms to pull you down with her. Your naked skin was flush against hers and all you did for the longest time was kiss. Hands buried in each other's hair, quiet moans and gasps filling the room, all the while just building up to this intense scene.

When you sat up, she remained on her back. She pushed your hair over your shoulders so she could see your chest and your face. She was right about the moonlight, it washed over her so well.

You kissed her chin, off to the side of her jaw, then down her shoulder and arm until you reached her hand. You took it in yours, the same with the other as you lowered onto your knees on the floor, intertwining your fingers. There was no prelude, you simply took her with your mouth.

She cried out your name, arching her back and squeezing your hands. She tasted sweet, smelled musky and a little like vanilla. You kissed down the length of her soaking cunt, sliding your tongue into her entrance.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped. "Do that again."

You obliged, releasing one of her hands so you could rub her clit with your fingers. She took her newly freed hand and grabbed your hair. She pulled you down harder, rolling her hips up slowly, trying to get your tongue in deeper.

Not even a minute later, she was making you aware of her approaching orgasm, "I'm close, suck my clit--please, fuck! Suck my clit."

You ran your tongue through her as you brought your hand down, you closed your lips around her and began to suck hard. You pressed two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out, moaning when you felt her clenching around them.

She was shaky and smiling as you lazily licked her through her finish. She pulled you up as soon as her brain was working enough to tell her arms to pull you up. "And how do I taste?"

"Amazing."

She smirked.

You had to figure her boyfriend wasn't much for going down on her since she was looking at you like you were the reason the sun would rise tomorrow morning.

You laid on top of her but she quickly rolled over, legs slotting so you could grind against one another's thigh. Her slick center against your skin was almost enough to make you finish. Again, her mouth was on yours and nothing was hurried. You canted your hips, catching your clit on her soft leg, and she did the same.

Soon, your hips started to gain speed, you were close and could tell she was, too. The sounds of wet pussy slapping against thigh nearly drowned out the desperate screams and whines you both made.

You completely soaked her thigh with your orgasm. As she continued pursuing hers, she reached down, hand gliding between you and her wet skin. She brought her fingers up to her mouth, humming and sucking on them. "I can't wait to have you sit on my face." Then she closed her eyes, her hips stuttered, and your leg felt much hotter.

She didn't waste any time at all, she rolled back over and hauled you on top of her. Your hips jerked when you pressed against her, still sensitive from the last finish. She didn't seem to mind, she just placed both hands on your hips and moved you relentlessly against her.

"Hands behind your back, lean onto the mattress," she instructed.

You quickly did so, relieved to have some type of balance.

She loved watching your breasts bounce this way, loved watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. And she especially loved when you sat up again to grab her hands, an attempt to pull away from the overstimulation. She didn't allow it, she kept her grip tight and pulled you in faster as she rolled her hips up.

[pippindot]

Begging for goodies from Teacher.

Didn't get any video this time (when I run late to class I feel stupid wasting more time fiddling with my phone)

Not quite the leaps and bounds of prior lessons but definitely still feeling that solid progress feeling. She was a little silly at the beginning but I got her on board. We did some backside figure 8s with less finesse than our normal figure 8s. She has been trying to give me exercises I can do at home with one or two jumps for the future which I really appreciate. Did a jump grid with the jumps all at diagonal angles along a straight path to the table, she did that no problem, even driving ahead without me. I really can't get enough of that, it thrills me EVERY time. Pip loves the table now because I jackpot on it from sheer thrilledness.

We did some rear cross practice using the dog walk since she is confident on it, just having me pass behind her once she had already started along. She continues to do well with her 2o2o. She also knows how to climb up the end and flip around to offer 2o2o, which she kept doing unprompted throughout. Gotta start getting that stuff on request only lol. We did a pinwheel pattern after the dog walk, which only a handful of lessons ago were very challenging as she would cut in on all the jumps--but not so anymore! Very proud of her (and they didn't have wings either!)

We did more handling practice with the teeter and then two jumps set at 180 degrees. I got a good rep and then messed it up a few times. It is so amazing to me how naturally she can follow body language cues without really being taught. It's like magic. My teacher said the figure 8 practices ARE teaching her the body language, which is probably true, but nonetheless it feels magical. We also did a slice jump practice on the 180 setup, which she did well on.

She kept getting on the teeter herself, which is great, but I started a new thing where instead of rewarding the 2o2o when she does a contact unprompted, I do a Break and reward after the next jump or whatever. Fading constant feeding in 2o2o was on my mind last week and it was the perfect opportunity to do a few practices of that. She broke illegally once, but that's the first time she's done that in a long time so it wasn't a crisis. I'm happy she loves the contacts enough to do them on her own, but it is cheating to expect cookies to fall out every time! She can also hit a 2o2o Mark cue with no target, which she has been doing but I am nonetheless still proud of.

One A-frame rep, and she NAILED her 2o2o on it. Blasted up the incline and collected well on the backside. So proud of her!

Did a few weave reps, again on the mostly open channel. She did really well going from weaves to tunnel to reward from me. My teacher tossed the lotus ball just as she was coming out the tunnel, but Pip only wanted Mama goodies which was sweet ❤ We found a hole in our weave training in that Pip only has them as a recall behavior (running toward me at the end) vs being able to drive past me. If I stand next to the weaves, she pops out like :D So that will be a project for next time. Giving our teacher some goodies to give her while she is being restrained/moved into position for the weaves has already changed her crabby attitude toward starting them. Where as last class she was reluctant to approach our teacher, this one she was begging for more goodies and happy to do another try. Yay food!

My instructor and I are definitely communicating better and I feel like I'm advocating better for Pip now. We did have one moment near the beginning where she dodged around 2 jumps and went straight for the dog walk. BUT! I did not give her a Go cue (for the jumps) so it was more a failure of communication than anything. She got accused of Testing Me which...I just really don't think is what she is trying to do. She was still in a silly mood from starting class and a little unfocused, but not trying to Get Away with anything. Ah well, I let it go. Our progress is undeniable so she can't bust my chops too much.

[princeasimdiya12]

I adore your talentswap backstories! I'd like you to write some headcanons for my Talentshift SDR2 au. It consists of Mechanic!Hajime, ReserveCourse!Mahiru, Photographer!Ibuki, Musician!Fuyuhiko, Yakuza!Gundham, Breeder!Chiaki, Gamer!Mikan, Nurse!Nagito, Lucky!Imposter, Imposter!Peko (impersonating non-despair Junko), Swordswoman!Sonia, Prince!Nekomaru, Coach!Teruteru, Chef!Hiyoko, TraditionalDancer!Akane, and Gymnast!Kazuichi. If not, I completely understand.

Hey anon! I’m glad you enjoyed them! ^_^ And I’d be happy to make some headcanons for your AU. But just to let you know anon, I would appreciate it if you asked me first before sending me your listed requests. I honestly don’t mind writing headcanons for talentswaps (I honestly enjoy doing that) but I would appreciate you asking me and then sending them to me. That way it doesn’t take me by surprise. 

So without further ado, here are my headcanons for your SDR2 Talentswap AU.

Peko Pekoyama as the SHSL Imposter

While Peko was adopted by the Kuzuryu Clan, she didn’t have a choice in her lifelong profession like Fuyuhiko did.

She was made to work as an infiltration agent.

As a professional imposter, Peko learned how to analyze and copy the body movements and behaviors of any potential person. 

She also was taught how to apply makeup to make her disguises as accurate as possible.

Her assignments involved abducting low level workers of rival clans and taking their place while disguised as them.

She’d then relay the rival clan’s weaknesses and business transactions towards the Kuzuryu’s so they can exploit them.

Peko was discouraged from having any personal interests or hobbies so that her infiltration and identity theft skills wouldn’t be tarnished.

This made Peko feel more like a tool and how she only existed to promote the success of the Kuzuryu Clan. 

When Fuyuhiko was scouted to go to Hope’s Peak, her superiors used their connections to grant Peko a spot with him to keep an eye on him.

She would take on Junko Enoshima’s image given that the supermodel was busy with her own personal affairs.

Although no one can recognize her while disguised, the viewer/player can recognize Peko with her thick glasses and piercing red eyes.

Hiyoko Saionji as the SHSL Chef

Hiyoko came from a family of culinary masters who amazed Japan with their creative and flavorful dishes.

There was unfortunately alot of drama within the family as they each wanted to train Hiyoko so they can pass their personal culinary training onto her.

Her grandmother managed to win and was one of the most ruthless teachers ever. 

Under her training, Hiyoko received burns, cuts and having her food thrown in her face just for making the smallest of slip ups.

Her brutal training mixed with having negative relations with her family made her bitter and aggressive towards everyone around her.

She also has a hard time trusting others to work with her in the kitchen due to multiple incidents where dishes were poisoned and nearly tarnished Hiyoko’s reputation.

Because of this, she prefers to work alone in the kitchen. When she’s assigned to work with partners or underlings, she can be best described as Gordon Ramsay if he were a sassy lost child.

She often holds a knife or a frying pan whenever she’s threatening someone she doesn’t like.

Her culinary specialties involve desserts such as wasabon and kompeito.

Ibuki Mioda as the SHSL Photographer

Throughout her childhood, Ibuki was neglected by her caregivers so she took up photography as a means of distracting herself from the loneliness of her household.

She managed to earn her success by taking high quality photos of lovers in romantic situations.

At her middle school, she made it a game for herself to see how many pictures she could get of different couples at her school without getting caught.

While developing her photos, the couples tried to chastise Ibuki for her actions but they immediately changed their minds when they saw how cool the photos looked.

Ibuki gained a reputation among her peers for her photos and now everyone wanted one too.

This resulted in Ibuki getting alot of “friends” who only wanted to hang out with her just so she could photograph them doing what they wanted while conveniently leaving out the photographer herself.

The fact that these people only cared about her talent so she can capture their memories for them gave Ibuki a sense of familiar loneliness.

Despite this, she wants to enjoy her talent as much as she can with an upbeat attitude.

Ibuki’s favorite subject to photograph are people.

She loves to people watch since the people walking around come in different shapes and sizes and are always doing something unique that you wouldn’t expect.

Sonia Nevermind as the SHSL Swordswoman

Sonia came from a family of professional swordfighters who taught her the power of the blade at an early age.

She grew up on European fairy tales and legends of powerful heroes who used their swords to fight for justice or prove their superiority against enemies who opposed them.

Her family taught her classical fencing, mordhau, the half-sword, destreza and several other fighting styles which she claims are a secret.

She earned her title after winning multiple swordfighting tournaments, many of which were held underground. 

Despite her victories, she’s actually been hospitalized due to the extreme injuries she received from sword wounds and physical attacks from her opponents.

Since these wounds have yet to diminish her fighting power, Sonia feels that it’s best to pay them no mind so she can continue her family’s legacy.

She’s never seen without her longsword which she made herself. She calls it Stjerneild because there were shooting stars on the night of making it and also since she burned herself during the process.

Sonia isn’t afraid to boast about her fighting skills and eagerly offers her girl friends the chance to learn how to use a sword.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu as the SHSL Light Music Club Member

Rather than becoming the next heir of his family business, Fuyuhiko wanted to pursue his dream of being an idol.

He takes his career extremely seriously and wouldn’t do stupid stunts or scandals that could jeopardize his work.

To make up for his young appearance, Fuyuhiko uses outfits that have a punk aesthetic while also incorporating black and gold color schemes to make him look older.

Alot of his songs feature themes of embracing your personal talents or how it’s better to carve your own path rather than rely on others.

He knows how to play the electric guitar and the keyboard. 

Having refused his parents’ intended career plans, he feels that he can’t screw up his career or else everything he ever worked for will be for nothing and he’d have to crawl back to them for support.

His sister Natsumi often joins him during his tours and unofficially becomes his manager and bodyguard during her visits. 

He has a hard time dealing with fanclub meetings because the fangirls would make jokes about his baby face which would drive him insane.

Akane Owari as the SHSL Traditional Dancer

Just like in canon, Akane had to take care of her younger siblings while struggling to survive her poor hometown.

While she did take different jobs to support her family, she would lose those jobs constantly because she kept getting into fights against strangers who tried to grope and harass her.

One day, while she was training by herself in an empty plaza, a woman passed by and paid close attention to her fighting form and rhythm.

She revealed herself to Akane as a traditional dance instructor and offered to train Akane to perfect her skills.

The girl wasn’t interested in doing something fancy like dancing but she changed her mind when she realized that her dancing could be used to raise money for her family. To which, she accepted.

While the instructor taught Akane the fundamentals of mai and odori techniques, the girl performed better when she used her own skills.

While frustrated, the instructor decided to rework her teaching style so Akane’s performances would be passable while also integrating her own skills.

She ended up winning multiple competitions and performances and used the prize money to move her family into a bigger and better house.

Although her reputation as an “easy waitress” would often rear its ugly head and would make Akane become agitated.

Her dancing moves incorporate alot of her old fighting techniques.

She wears a cherry red kimono with a yellow dragon etched on the side as a design.

At the end of each performance, she can be found at the snacks table eating just about everything.

Nagito Komaeda as the SHSL Nurse

Nagito lost his family when he was just a child.

Having pity on the boy, along with finding traces of frontotemporal dementia, the head doctor of the hospital he resided in decided to adopt the boy as his own.

Nagito became the doctor’s apprentice and learned of the different techniques that came with working in the medical field. 

The doctor taught him which drugs/medicines were used for what along with how to use the surgical tools properly.

He personally saw different medical cases each more mesmerizing than the last. 

He became fixated on the concept of death and how it was an integral part of life.

When he became old enough, he started to work as a nurse and partake in the same surgeries he saw as a child.

While he certainly participated in a number of cases that saved the lives of his patients, he also had a number of cases that resulted in death.

He personally requested to handle the patients that were unable to be saved so he can spend their final moments with them and capture the memory of their deaths.

There’s been word from the medical staff that he tries to comfort the dying patient and their family with speeches on how they shouldn’t be afraid of death and how the patient will move on to greater things in the next life and how the families will become stronger afterwards.

This has earned him the nickname “Angel of Death”. 

He wears mint green scrubs and carries a portable bag withhis own medical equipment.

Teruteru Hanamura as the SHSL Coach

Despite his physique, Teruteru has amazing stamina and is capable of lifting heavy objects that ordinary people would have trouble lifting on their own.

Teruteru can analyze a person’s physical stature and determine which exercise or physical activity best suits them.

He always offers massage therapy proclaiming that it’s the best way to strengthen the body and relax the mind.

There are multiple cases where the players he’s worked with have accused him of sexual harassment or groping their bodies. 

He has a complicated relationship with his family.

The younger siblings antagonize him for pursuing a career that isn’t related to their family’s restaurant business while putting more hardships on their mother.

His mom on the other hand, is more accepting of his career and asks that he focus more on what he enjoys doing in life.

Teruteru’s massages originally stemmed from how he would give massages to his mama to help alleviate her of her body aches.

He wears a dark red track suit and gold chain. Mixed with his combed over hair, it makes him look like a sleazy gangster.

Chiaki Nanami as the SHSL Animal Breeder

As the daughter of a rich family that hardly had time for her, Chiaki’s parents bought her a variety of animals to keep her company.

She found comfort with them but was heartbroken when she noticed that they became saddened and died.

She became motivated to learn from them so they could stay alive for long as possible.

Chiaki began studying different types of animals and what behaviors are ideal and which are concerning.

After school, she would venture to local animal shelters and veterinarians and offer to volunteer so she can work with different animals and examine first hand their behaviors.

She earned recognition by forming connections with the animals in her care and teaching them commands.

While she prefers the company of animals to humans, she will make an effort to help her human clients have a better relationship with their pets.

She can often be found napping alongside any of her animal friends.

Sagishi as the SHSL Lucky Student

Saigishi grew up in an orphanage having been abandoned by their family before they can remember.

They noticed that they had an unusual luck themed streak when it came to playing with the other kids.

If they were playing soccer, they would accidentally kick the ball into the window which surprisingly knocked out a janitor that was about to assault one of the orphanage workers.

If they tried to pass a love letter to another child they had a crush on, a burst of wind would fly the letter straight into the child’s face and they’d end up having a terrible accident.

If they were preparing food for an upcoming dinner, they would end up pouring too much vinegar into the meal which would spoil the dinner resulting in the staff having to order pizza for the kids.

Saigishi developed a reputation as a kid with creepy powers which both amazed and terrified their fellow orphans.

The kid realized that their luck would only benefit the people around them but would make bad things happen if they tried to use it for themselves.

At the urging of their friends, they ended up participating in the Hope’s Peak Lottery and wound up with the chance to join them as the next SHSL Lucky Student.

Sagishi was worried since something bad would eventually happen if it was the work of their luck, but they decided to take the offer knowing that they needed to make a future for themselves.

They wear a white collared shirt with old jeans. 

They still have a mullet which has a small ahoge on the top of their head.

Mikan Tsumiki as the SHSL Gamer

She still had a horrible childhood growing up where her family and classmates would bully and abuse her for a variety of reasons.

Not wanting to put up with their abuse anymore, Mikan decided to drop out of middle school and become a hikikomori.

Using her worn out computer, Mikan found comfort in playing online video games. 

She personally enjoys fighting games as she imagines her enemies as her abusers and would deliver swift justice on them by beating them up.

Mikan has a preference for playing as male characters since the female characters wearing skimpy/stripper-esque outfits bring back painful memories for her.

After sufficient online practice, Mikan gained enough confidence to try tournaments in the real world. 

But she kept this secret from her family in fear that they would use this to torment her.

When it comes to tournaments, she unleashes her pent up anger and frustrations for her past tormentors by cursing at her opponents as she beats them.

While her fandom is impressed with her gaming skills, they do question why they would call her opponents by a different name and accuses them of doing something awful to her.

When she wants to calm down after a heavy day, she likes to play relaxing games with cute animals.

Nekomaru Nidai as the SHSL Prince

During his childhood years, Nekomaru stayed in his room because of his heart condition.

He received private tutoring based on the history of his kingdom along with different world cultures.

His father and mother spared no expense in providing the best doctors and medical professionals who could ensure that their son would be physically fit.

When he started making appearances outside of the palace, there were rumors that the frail prince was placed in a secret government program that was designed to create super soldiers.

He’s often recognized for working first as a soldier under his father’s militia before becoming of it’s main generals.

Nekomaru is well versed when it comes to proper etiquette and engaging in the company of royals or high class aristocrats. 

He has a personal club made of suitors who have fallen for his image as a charming (and handsome) prince.

He also devotes alot of time to interacting with the middle class of his kingdom as he believes having a bond with his people is important for a royal to have.

The main uniform he wears is a blue military outfit with a silver sash and a black beret with a family jewel in the front.

Gundam Tanaka as the SHSL Yakuza

He inherited the throne of the Tanaka Empire at an early age due to the death of his father.

He wasn’t able to remember his father but the stories passed by his underlings and advisors describe him as a devil who was incredibly powerful but dangerous when provoked.

His mother on the other hand, remembers him as a loving man who was very attentive toward her needs.

Gundam would unintentionally embrace his father’s memory thanks to his “overlord” personality which would make him come off as overly dramatic and sinister to his enemies.

His reign as a yazuka lord involved more emphasis on spiritual affairs by bringing spiritual communities under his Empire.

He personally believes that maintaining ties with the spirits and Gods will grant the Tanaka Empire a stronger chance of survival.

While maintaining relationships with minor businesses under his control, he would also invite potential gang groups for tea ceremonies and offer them the chance to join him.

He’s been trained by his advisors in using a katana and gun making him skilled enough to handle even the most dangerous of gang members.

While he’s capable of defeating them, he vows never to take the blood of anyone weaker than him or unless he’s given no other choice.

Before entering high school, Gundam was able to have his upper and lower body tattooed with images of oni demons and spirits.

He found the Four Dark Devas when he passed by a street and saw the four hamsters foraging for food in a dumpster. 

He also expresses admiration for Sonia’s impressive swordfighting skills and has offered her an opportunity to work for his Empire if she wishes.

Kazuichi Souda as the SHSL Gymnast

Kazuichi got into gymnastics by reading alot of shonen manga.

He was impressed by how athletic and fit the heroes were so he wanted to train and be like them.

When not helping in his dad’s shop, he would try practicing parkour near the streets of his town to help him develop better flexibility.

While practicing at middle school, his teachers noticed his potential and offered him a spot in a gymnastics program.

His dad didn’t like him getting into “girly shit” like gymnastics and frequently insulted him for it. 

He would often perform for his friends which impressed them at first. But then things got troublesome when they requested him to do flips and jumps for their amusement.

It got worse when they tricked him into breaking into a second story classroom so he could steal the answers for an upcoming test.

Not wanting to be taken advantage of again, Kazuichi gave himself a radical makeover so no one would mess with him.

Along with his pink hair, his outfit consists of a black tanktop with neon green stripes and yellow shorts.

Hajime Hinata as the SHSL Mechanic

His parents rented his own shop for him to work at but they personally didn’t invest their own time to work with him.

To avoid having to think about his loneliness, Hajime placed all of his effort and thinking into his work.

He began receiving requests to repair average household appliances before moving on to bigger machines.

He’s received alot of praise for improving the appliances while also explaining to the owners on how they should best maintain their appliances so they can last longer 

The machines that he worked best with were vehicles and motorcycles.

Despite being underage, Hajime managed to practice driving on his own and learned how to drive the basic motor vehicles.

While he’s grateful for his mechanic talent, he often worries if he’s really living his life to the fullest and if there’s something missing that he needs to achieve.

His favorite invention is a hoverboard that he uses to ride around his hometown to clear his mind after a hard day’s work.

His mechanic uniform is a mechanic uniform with a design similar to that of a racecar driver. 

Mahiru Koizumi as a Reserve Course Student

While Mahiru was interested in the idea of going into Hope’s Peak, she wasn’t confident enough in her photography skills to go through with the entrance exam. 

At the insistence of her best friend Sato, Mahiru ended up in the Reserve Course so they can fight for the chance to be special.

While she didn’t mind the work provided by her classes, Mahiru took notice of how her peers had a hard time with paying for their tuition along with even getting into the Talent program. 

She also had to deal with Sato having to fight against her old rival Natsumi who was picking fights with her while trying to get recognized herself.

She became an unofficial peace keeper of her class as she would chastise her classmates for picking fights against each other or making rude remarks.

As time went on, Mahiru herself was unable to keep up with her classes since the money to pay for them was running low. 

She would later receive an e-mail from the Steering Committee offering her a chance of entering the Talent program through an unconventional method that was funded by the school.

She had to cast that thought aside when Natsumi ended up dead and Sato is all but stated to have killed her out of frustration.

Soon vengeance would claim Sato’s life with Mahiru finding her in an empty classroom and on the brink of death with her head bleading.

Before dying, Sato begs her friend to make something special with her life and not to waste it in the Reserve Course. She knows that Mahiru will do great things in her life and that she believes in her.

Casting her doubts aside and refusing to let her friend’s death be in vain, she accepted the Steering Committee’s offer by participating in the Hope Cultivation Project.

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Oh my godddddd I just wrote like 3 chem tests today 😒 but I did good on them so that’s an upper !

Lmaoo yesss Brigid has claimed “fuck you,little bitch” I’m more of a f-ing shit type of gal hehe.

Okkk you are official my swim instructor for me and the boys, get ready to be annoyed. Haha I can see you punching their shoulders if they called you that.I myself don’t like cutsie nicknames either. Yesss you and Dylan would dominate, I give you the win . Honestly whenever I play games I just burst out laughing and lose concentration. I kinda see you winning and then Dylan falling backwards lol. Water pics slay!

Yessss jet skiing is so fun! We could be a team, or you and dylan 😏😏 holding onto each other hehe. Ok, I like chirping people so that why I think all of our personality’s would get along ?.

Ya I still have some time before I apply, or get recruited soooo . But those seem like great choices !!

Ooo me too! I have the same sorta skin complexion like she does and I always get told that I look like her when I put my hair up lol. Haha no worries, I would laugh as well. I know it’s wrong of me but I laugh when people have small accidents like tripping, getting hit.

I would be laughing along side with you ! It’s to funny. I barely scream, so I would swear lol!. Like imagine going down and everyone just yelling “fuckkkkkk” hehe. I could not tell you why I didn’t show up lol . And yes I am making you and Dylan sit next to each other because it would be hot and really cute! #matchmaking. I’ll be busy holding onto Jamie or Jack hehe.

Haha pls send some over lol. I’m lacking !! Haha the hoodie is comfy I’m not gonna lie. I’ll send you a hockey hoodie as well. Do u wanna a hockey canada hoodie or a team themed one?.

I’m not really a dress or skirt girl either! I enjoy a good jean or pant type of look. I love your style ! I enjoy a fancy shirt! Or a cute graphic tee. I’ve been into cropped ish blouses, and wearing lots of necklaces 😍 haha yess if I see a cute skirt I’ll cave as well.

Yess the partners are great ! I would honestly dance w everybody ! But I think me and Ryan would have the craziest dances lol . I’m a bit of a crazy dancer hehe. I reserve a slow dance for u with either dyl or Jamie??. Haha yes, i gotta get quinner a bit drunk to teach him stuff lol . Haha that’s fun!.

I barely drink as well but I kinda got drunk on my bday lol . Apparently I laugh a lot, and am super crazy And loud 😜. Not gonna lie beer is really gross after the one sip that I had hehe. I’ve tried a white claw before it wasn’t bad:)) . One time my brother pranked me and gave me coke to drink and I was super thirsty so I drank it and after I drank it he was like that was a vodka-coke . Had some fun times there hehe. He also pranked my mom with that and she never drinks lol.

How can ppl hate chipotle it’s amazing! If I could trade any fast food we have in Canada for chipotle I would . We literally have no good fast food lol .

oh gosh i’m so sorry, i fucking hate chem. my teacher doesn’t even teach and then gives us ap level worksheets and it sucks

hahha yes i’ll be your swim instructor, i’ll only get annoyed if people ask me to teach them fly tho bc it’s so hard to teach. and yes i would definitely punch them in the shoulder if they try to call me any cutsie nicknames. yes me and dylan as a team will destroy, but then as soon as we win he’d try and dunk me lol

ok if i’m jet skiing with dylan, who are you going with? also yes we would literally all be chirping each other the whole time, but i think we could all take it too so that’s why we’d get along really well

yeah i still have time too, but my recruiting coach told me i need to start the recruiting process early so that’s why i already have a lot of schools picked out. and as much as i would love to go to umich i don’t think i’ll end up there bc their swim team is insanely fast so i probably couldn’t swim there

hahha yeah i don’t really think i look like her, i think it’s just the long hair that looks similar. and i always laugh when people get injured and it’s kind of a problem lol

lol yes everyone would be swearing and all the parents would be glaring at us lol. except i usually don’t swear or scream on any rides or anything, so my friends are convinced i’m not scared of anything. also kind of off-topic, but for my summer job we have to do inspections before the park opens in the mornings and the tallest tower is 12 stories high, so one of the hosts who worked there last summer told me if i did top rappel on the first day she would give me $100 and i was like ok easy money. also yes you can be the matchmaker for me and dylan, but then i’ll make you sit by quinner or jamie hehe

haha just tell me which one of my 20 hoodies you want and i’ll send it to you. and then you can send me a team themed hockey hoodie bc as much as i love the canada boys, i could never bring myself to wear a hockey canada hoodie lol

yessss pants girls unite. and cropped blouses are super cute too! i also love how wearing lots of necklaces look, but i just never wear jewelry except my chain with my saint brigid’s cross bc i always have to take it off for sports

lol i would love to see you and ryan dance together, you guys would be so chaotic but so good. aww you playing matchmaker again to get me to dance with dyl or jamie 🥰 also i feel like you’re right, once quinner is drunk it would be way easier to teach him stuff lol

hahha i’ve never gotten drunk, maybe a little tipsy tho. but i have to be super careful bc if my parents pick me up from somewhere and they smell any alcohol on me they would kill me. but i’m getting my license this year, so then i can just sleep over at my friends house after and then drive home the next morning and i won’t have that problem anymore. i actually like beer, what i can’t stand is wine lol. and yeah white claw is pretty good as long as you have the right flavors. my favorite is black cherry. omg that’s so funny that your brother did that, my mom would get so mad at my brother if he ever tried that lol

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Rhetorical Ink Reviews: Garden of Words (2013)

 ** SPOILERS BELOW**

I saw this on Netflix last night, and, seeing it was only 45 minutes, thought it would be a nice little short film to round out my evening. 

Holy cow, wow. I am still reeling from this. 

My Top Ten Thoughts on Garden of Words:

10. If you couldn’t tell by the various gifs in this review, the animation is a smorgasbord of AMAZING, jaw-dropping combination of CGI and hand drawn animation. It’s an eye-gasm of beauty from the first frame until the end, and should be viewed just based on that alone. Luckily, that’s not all this film brings to the table. 

9. We follow our protagonist Takao, a very relatable high school student who has a habit of skipping classes on days it rains to go to a garden in his hometown to practice his shoe sketches (he wants to be a shoemaker after graduating). It’s here that he stumbles upon a mysterious woman who comes to the same spots on days it rains as well. 

Takao is instantly a likable character, with his innocent kindness, passion for his shoe-making, and his naivety is something any adult can relate to at that age. 

8. The mysterious woman is at first a very unknown force for Takao -- she seems to only have beer and chocolate with her, which strikes him as odd, but she also seems harmless and actually very kind. He claims he’s recognized her somewhere, an important item to note for later on, though she denies knowing who he is at all. 

Over the course of one month, June (which is Kanto’s rain season), the two slowly start to connect with one another and end up meeting on several occasions at the same spot on any day it rains. For us the audience, there slowly seems to be a point become clear with our protagonist...

7. It becomes painfully obvious from early on in the movie that Takao likes this mysterious woman, as he, in a beautifully done series of silent scenes, starts to sit closer and closer to her; as well as share meals and start to engage in conversation with her. 

I love how he describes her as a representation of the adult world, which he believes he has an understanding of...but doesn’t. At first, I was all for their relationship developing...and then when he says he’s only 15, my heart instantly started to sink, thinking, “Oh....oh no, this is just a boy.” 

It was only compounded when we find out that the woman is 27...there’s quite a gap there. Although, I LOVE her line, “I don’t feel any smarter at 27 than when I was 15.” That line. I think it’s so true for many of us...maybe not smarter, per say, but the maturity and understanding of our world definitely shifts in that time span of 15 to 27. The realization of this gap between them definitely shifted the tone of the film, which only gets more complex as it goes.

6. I love the duality of adolescence and adulthood represented in this movie, in such subtle, simple ways.

 Takao’s home life seems complex, in that his mother has moved out to live with her boyfriend, the father is absent from the family “picture,” and Takao’s older brother is moving into a new apartment with his girlfriend, leaving Takao alone with his own place. Which to me, seems like such an odd move, given this IS a 15-year-old boy we’re talking about, but Takao also seems so mature, focused, and driven for his age, that it’s easy to let this slide.

Take that in contrast to our mysterious woman, who seems on the surface to have it all put together, but we find out she’s about to be let go from her job, is struggling to “taste” things (she states she can only taste alcohol and chocolate before meeting Takao -- which is why she consumes only that in the beginning of the film), and seems to be hitting an empty snag in her adult life.

As we see a montage of Takao being inspired by the woman to pursue his goal in making a set of women’s shoes and seeming so motivated and determined, we get the heart-wrenching contrast of the mystery woman having a conversation with her former boyfriend. He seems to still be considerate of her, offering her encouragement...and then we get the reveal that she’s lied to him and told him she’s been meeting up with another “woman” for lunch, and that “woman” has been helping her through her current crisis. 

It’s a beautiful tragic duality between Takao -- who is steering forward towards his future post-high school with such optimism and drive, despite the seeming complexities going on in his personal life -- with this woman, who despite appearing to have it put together on the surface, is struggling to cope with the complexities of the adult world and her own personal life.

5. One of my favorite details about this movie is Takao’s doodles of feet and shoes. I could seriously re-watch this film to see the meta animation of characters...drawing characters. It’s so gorgeous and I love that there’s this underlying sexual theme with how feet are used in this movie. At one point, the woman tries to sneak a peek at his drawings, which he’s embarrassed for and urges her not to look. He also begins to have her model her feet for him to get as a reference for the shoes. 

It’s these little moments that further hint his attraction to her, which we as the audience knows isn’t going to end well down the road...and spirals to a head, when...

4. The moment those two see each other at the high school, I gasped. It comes out of nowhere, and hits you HARD. 

We learn from Takao’s classmates that the mystery woman, Ms. Yukino -- finally given a name -- is a literature instructor at the high school, just one Takao hasn’t had yet. Apparently, some girls in one of the classes spread rumors that Ms. Yukino was sexually harassing a male student -- which Takao’s classmate denies actually happened -- and several parents complaining has cost her position at the school.

Having personally known an actual teacher go through this same scenario, the revelation Takao gets hits home. You can’t help but feel so sorry for Yukino, especially when her students meet her outside the school for a final farewell, several of them crying. And it makes the next scene, when Takao confronts the girl who spread the rumors, all the more satisfying -- but also gut-wrenching -- as Takao gets beaten up by the students supporting the girl. 

And just when you think it’s the climax of the film...it’s not.

3. Takao finds Yukino at their garden spot, and after they get caught in a gale, he goes to her apartment for them both to dry off. Despite how painful it was to see Takao get beat up, to see Yukino fired from her job when she was seemingly innocent...

... THIS SCENE is what hurt the most.

To see Takao and Yukino so happy together, sharing in each other’s company, and seeming to have a relationship with one another that most characters and ourselves only dream of...to also have the heart-shattering realization as the scene continues that....this can’t work. He’s 15 and she’s 27...there is too large of a gap right now in their age and maturity and it just can’t work as it stands now.

So, when that moment comes, when Takao confesses that he might be in love with her, and Yukino is forced to reject him...it is SO painful. Because you can see how happy they make each other...it’s just not socially or realistically feasible for either of them...or, at least that’s what we’re led to believe.

2. Because Yukino, as Takao leaves her, makes the conscious decision to chase after him. To confront him about her own demons, how he helped her “walk again” after such a critical juncture in her life, and that he does matter to her, despite the obvious hurdles placed in front of them and she doesn’t want him completely out of her life.

Takao’s retaliation is so heart-wrenching and beautiful, and her response is equally so -- these two characters laying everything about themselves to bare. It’s an amazing climax and scene in this movie, and one that I was just staring at agape the entire time -- wanting the best for these two characters, but knowing how delicate and hard their situation was. It makes the next moment all that much more rewarding...

The shot of these two, both in the rain and the sunlight, is probably my favorite in the whole film. I love it because it’s an old wives tale where I’m from that if it rains in the sunlight, that means it’s going to rain again the same time the next day. I love that detail, because it makes me think that their story isn’t over...they’re not going to just abandon each other, even if they can’t do anything about their relationship further right now.

1. I was sad during the credits, because I thought the film would just end there, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. But please, stick around to after the credits. 

There is one more scene, that shows that Takao is still working towards his goals to be a shoemaker. He still keeps in contact through letters and communication with Yukino, who has moved and re-started her career as a teacher, and that, one day down the road, he knows he’s going to see her again in person. And give her the shoes he’s made for her. 

And it’s that hope, that knowledge that he’s still going to maintain that friendship, that potential relationship, that did make me feel a lot better about the ending moving forward. 

Seriously, see this short film.

 I am so glad I did, and I’ll probably be going back to watch it in the dub version, just to have an excuse to get transported by it again.