#so speech assistant is good because it still lets me write things in but it has the phrase buttons and i can save my own common phrases too

[psychoticjournal]

love being nonverbal and messing with my new aac in the middle of attempting to have a conversation

[chronicallycouchbound]

Intelligence Doesn't Equal Morality

Intellect is rooted in ableist systems and stupidity and intelligence are pointless social constructs that don't relate to morals or character.

I try to be a pretty good person, I fight for human rights, I regularly engage in mutual aid, and I care for my community. I try to do the right thing and support causes I care about and make positive changes in the world.

But I also am not very smart. I have several neurodevelopmental disorders, as well as cognitive disabilities. I can’t do simple, basic math, it’s hard for me to remember facts or algorithms, I rely entirely on spellcheck and speech-to-text to write, I failed many classes in high school and I barely passed with a low GPA, I had low pSAT scores and I never took the SATs. I moved around a lot all through school starting in third grade, and I missed a lot of basic fundamentals in learning (like how to do division and multiplication) so when I went to a different school they had already passed it and expected me to know. After my TBI, I could barely read AFTER I was cleared from my “concussion” symptoms because letters and words would flip around and I’d get headaches. Which still happens sometimes.

A lot of people see me as smart because I've learned a lot of academic language and can formulate thoughts into cohesive posts. But I lack a lot of necessary skills and rely on my caretakers to assist me. Things like budgeting and planning are extremely difficult for me. If I need to do simple addition or subtraction, even with a calculator, I quickly get confused and struggle. I forget basic information about myself all the time, let alone other subjects. I'm talking, has to check my ID for my birthday type confused. Doesn't know my name or address or what year it is confused. It happens daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Being able to type out posts like this often takes weeks and many adaptive tools to get there. Focusing is extremely difficult on many fronts, severe chronic pain, ADHD, dissociation, fatigue, migraines, and TBI, are just some of the contributing factors. I struggle daily with many things because of my lack of intellect.

I’m also privileged in the fact that I had some access to education as a homeless youth, that I had some supports in place to help me (towards the end of school), that I was somewhat able-bodied at the time and could walk or bike to and from school when the school system didn’t provide transportation. I was fortunate to have a chance to succeed, and I’m proud that I graduated high school because it was a difficult task for me, and others often aren’t offered that chance or get accommodations. I almost didn’t and I dropped out many times before graduation. I passed on sheer luck and what little privileges I had. 

That all being said, me being stupid (reclaiming it here) doesn't make me a bad person. I don't hurt people because I can't do math. I may mess up things or get confused but it doesn't make me want to harm others.

We often (wrongfully) equate morals with intellect. Being ‘stupid’, ‘dumb’, or an ‘idiot’ doesn’t automatically make someone a bad person. Plenty of evil, awful, and abusive people are extremely intelligent. 

I see this most notably with people advocating for IQ tests to be able to vote. Often from left-leaning people, in hopes it'll make the right (that they view as unintelligent), unable to vote. The reality is, it just hurts some of our most vulnerable members of the community while not actively doing anything to restrict some of the most dangerous members of our community-- those who know what they're doing to harm others and deliberately doing so. My voice matters, and I speak up against injustice and participate in dismantling oppressive systems. Taking away my right to vote won't make the right stop oppressing minorities (which also puts a lot of faith into the two-party voting system, which is a post for another day).

Additionally, legislative measures that discriminate against intellectually disabled people such as IQ tests for voting are also rooted in racism and classism. 

Yes, education can be a vital tool when it comes to addressing discrimination and creating safer communities. But the kind of education that is measured with an IQ test (or any test) isn't the same. Building compassion and caring for others can (and should) happen at any IQ level. We can all practice this, we can all participate.

It harms our communities and stagnates our progress when we equate intelligence with high morals.

[sssammich]

💖

i’m starting with one even though frankly i want to send you all of them

i'll send you a document with a response to all of them how's that

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

god where would i even start

well i guess i'll pick one

personally, as in my personal opinion, i just don't believe in kara coming out as somehow the next best step for her. this matter of being your 'full self' just screams 'nobody knows what work/life balance is' lmao. this is what we call 'vocational awe' in libraries LMAO i get what it's trying to do in that this has been the series-long crusade for kara. who is she? kara danvers? or supergirl? and i have posited elsewhere that kara danvers is her default setting, not supergirl. so supergirl's role in kara's entire life is a cape/persona she dons...and then takes off. so i think the bigger identity reconciliation should be between kara danvers and kara zorel, not the hero but the alien. she's superpowered because she's alien first, etc etc. but idk how to explain that without writing an essay right now so i will withhold.

the point is i just didn't think it was a satisfying end for her to come out as supergirl to the world to satisfy the juggling of her two identities. i think she should have just done a better job juggling them LOL like i think it's important to determine how to be your most authentic self but i don't know if it needed to be done at the face of revealing your alien identity. because i still think that the target on her back just gets infinitely larger??? what's the point of keeping 4 years of secrets to lena at that point? couldn't she have reached that conclusion sooner if that was the case? i think she could have expressed her authentic self by marie kondoing what's the most important parts of her life and how to let the *right* people in, not *every single person* in. also like idk from a logistics standpoint, kara should have just hired a fucking assistant for herself to keep things organized. the issue here is that she keeps working 40 hour work weeks for both jobs. and also to accept editor in chief? like those people leave work early. the solution was for kara to have hired an assistant, maybe 2. like the reason why she's conflicted is that she's working 2 jobs? she doesn't need to combine those 2 jobs and announce to the world that she's doing them as 1 big job. ETHICALLY she was citing herself???? god the integrity of everything should be put to question lmao

what would have been more compelling to me myself and i is if she really took a look at her time as supergirl and wondered if she should maintain the cape or not. like did she do as much good as she hoped? what about the people who had died or who had gotten hurt or whose lives and situations were otherwise sacrificed on her behalf? is this the life for her? is this something she wants to keep doing because she wants to or because she feels she has to? she feels a responsibility and i think that's fascinating for a character, and she thinks that there's a duty to uphold to the humans of national city because she has these gifts. but i think the ending should have been kara determining the future of supergirl, the superhero, and not how to mix the two and count that as authenticity.

tangentially, it is oh so interesting to me that this authentic speeches comes from cat and lena to be the ones to convince her to stop hiding herself? two people who are notoriously private people???? who are essentially living private and public lives??????? funny how that goes i guess

anyway it's fine obviously and if you liked it then that's also great and it's an intentional high note feel good ending yes yes good great. i am not trying to yuck your yum at all, but based on how i have since engaged with the show, it's pretty clear the writers and i simply did not share a vision lmao

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[ozwriterchick]

Swimming Lessons

Characters: Dad!Bucky; OFC!Reader; OFC!Little

Content warnings: None, just some fluff

A/Note: This is my first post back since some health concerns in June/July. I've put off going back to writing but I'm hoping this serves as my reintroduction and to my mojo being back!

This story idea came to me at the gym last week. It kinda got away from me, to the point that the last paragraph is really the crux of what the story was going to be.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts and don't forget to like/reblog.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

In the 7 years since you came to live at the compound with the Avengers, a lot had changed for you.  Not just professionally, but personally as well.

Professionally, you’d risen to a management role with your team, which had you assisting and overseeing mission planning and comms.  The team really respect ted you  and your skills and appreciated your assistance in helping them out of tight spots on occasion.  You thoroughly enjoyed your job and having such close friendships with most of the team.

Personally, you’d met the love of your life, dated for 3 years and have now been married for 3 years.  You and Bucky had danced around your attraction for about 6 months before he asked you out after Sam pushed him one day by saying that if he didn’t ask you out, someone else would snap you up.

At the same time, Natasha and Wanda were giving you the same speech about Bucky.  You still insist it was the best thing you and he ever did.

Your first date went so well, you two were practically inseparable from that day on.  Dinners, coffee, breakfast, move nights, you name it the two of you were together.

Seeing him off on missions was hard, but being able to be on comms helped, because you could hear everything happening and it put your mind at ease, most of the time.

The biggest change, for both you and Bucky, came about 21 months ago when your son was born.  Neither of you planned to have kids so soon, but a bout of the flu not long after you got married, rendered your contraceptive pill less effective that month and before you knew it, a little nugget was on the way.

That’s how Bucky christened the new life when he first found out.  He was nervous that he wouldn’t be a good father, but you tried to assure him that by even being concerned about that proved already that he would be a great father.  Those weren’t just words to you, you truly believed he would be the best father possible and you were so grateful he was going to be the father of your child (or children).

Your pregnancy went smoothly and thankfully Noah was a very placid baby who rarely cried, slept through the night from about 4 months old and just generally enchanted anyone who met him.  

His big blue eyes sparkled and his dark hair, so much like his father, was longer than a normal toddler his age. You’d constantly be stopped in the park or on the street by people he grinned at who just wanted to compliment you on such a gorgeous baby.  You had to agree, you and Bucky made a good looking baby.

You didn’t think you could fall any more in love with your husband, but seeing him being a father definitely did it.  The way he looked after Noah and was so protective of both of you mad you want to have a whole tribe with him.  He didn’t know it but the wasn’t totally out of the question.

One night at the dinner table as you were both watching him try and feed himself spaghetti, you turned to Bucky “Hey Buck, what do you think about swimming lessons?”

“Umm, sugar, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I know how to swim” he smirked at you.

He winced, dramatically, as you slapped his arm “Not for you doofus” you laughed at him “for Noah.  We have a pool here at the compound and I know we’ve taken him in the water more than once, but I really want him to have water confidence just in case something happens and neither of us are there.”

“That sounds like a great idea my love.  How about you look into it and let me know what you find?    Now, do you want to bath the nugget or do the dishes?” He asked as he kissed you on your forehead, before gathering the dishes and taking them to the sink.

Later that night, you’re sitting in bed with your laptop in front of you, looking up local swim schools for toddlers.  Noah was fast asleep in his new big boy bed, which he’d been so excited about when he saw Bucky putting it together.  You smiled at the baby monitor, which had video as well as sound, nothing but the best for your baby boy.

All of a sudden you feel like you’re being watched and you look up to see Bucky leaning against the bedroom door frame, just watching you with a silly grin on his face.  “What? Do I have something on my face?” you asked him.

“No my sweet girl, just appreciating your beauty and how lucky I am” he said moving to your side on the bed and kissing your temple.  “What are you up to?”

“Just researching local swim schools.  There are a couple in the area that have really great reviews.  Maybe we can go visit them with Noah on the weekend?”

“Sounds like a plan” Bucky said, moving the computer off your lap and onto the bedside table. “Can I interest you in a different kind of research right now?”

Saturday came faster than expected.  You had called both of the swim schools and schedule meetups for you, Bucky and Noah to tour and get to know the staff there, also observing one of the toddler classes.

The first school was called The Swimming Station.  The director, Blanche Lee was an older lady, from the deep south who had moved to New York many years ago, but seemed to have retained her Southern accent.  She greeted the 3 of you and paid attention to Noah who charmed her as was his usual M.O.  After the tour, which you and Bucky were both impressed by, she handed you paperwork to fill out if you decide to join.  She then introduced you to the teacher whose class Noah would be joining, who invited both of you to sit poolside to observe the class that Noah would be in.

As you got in the car after leaving The Swimming Station, your husband bucked Noah into his car seat and then slid into his seat behind the wheel.  “So, what did you think?” He asked.

“I thought it was great, everyone was so nice, and they all treated Noah so well”

“But…?”

“I don’t know, let’s just go see the other one and then we can make our decision from there.”

Bucky put the car in drive and headed towards the 2nd swim school, Tiny Fin Aquatics.  You liked the sound of that, also they were specifically designed for kids under 10 and that they had a sister-school called Big Fin Aquatics that the kids would graduate to, once they were old enough.  It was a newer school than the last one and it had better reviews.

Driving up and parking out the front, you were even more impressed with the place.  It was so bright and shiny and all the parents you saw turning up had big smiles on their faces.

Entering the school, you were met by the Director, Anthony Cooper.  You’re not sure why you were surprised the director was a man, but you liked the vibe he exuded and when you looked at Bucky, with Noah on his hip, he nodded in agreement.

After going over costs and associated paperwork, Anthony took you both on a tour and introduced you to Noah’s instructor.  You had a few minutes of conversation  and then headed poolside to watch the class.  Noah was eager to get into the water after being at the last school and then having his parents rip him away before he could get in the pool.

Bucky leaned over and whispered that you should have brought all of your swimsuits so he could have a quick swim.  You promised that you’d be able to do that once you were home.

The class looked like it went well and, before leaving you let the teacher and director know that you’d contact them if you had any further questions and wished them both a great day.

You and Bucky discussed both options on the car-ride home.  The pricing at the Swimming Station was better, but there was just something about it that you weren’t sure about.  Bucky felt the differently, he liked both schools but the classes at The Swimming Station were smaller and it was closer to the compound.

You decided to have a swim with Noah and talk about it later, maybe over dinner.  It was a shame you couldn’t ask Noah for his opinion.

You gave Noah an early bath and dinner after your swim and he was asleep before you and Bucky sat down for your dinner.  It had been a big day for your little boy.

“So” you and Bucky both said at the same time.

Laughing you continued “We have to sort out which swim school we are going to send Noah to.  They both have their positives, I just think that Tiny Fin has more positives.”

“Uh-huh, I hear you, I just think the smaller class sizes at the station would suit him better.”

Back and forth you talked it out for the duration of your dinner, in amongst remembering funny stories about some of the memories you made in the last 6 years that centred around swimming and water.

Sitting on the couch, snuggled into his side, you both ended up deciding on Tiny Fin for Noah.  It was newer and the vibe was amazing and you were ok with spending a little more time and money to have the best for your little man.

A week later, on Saturday morning, you got Noah ready for his first swim class.  You and Bucky played rock, paper, scissors to decide who got in the pool with Noah.  Normally they didn’t do this for toddlers his age, but given it was his first lesson they had offered you or Bucky to get in the pool with him.

After 3 rounds, Bucky won 2-1.  You should have known, he always beat you at rock-paper-scissors.  Next time, you’d have to think of another way to decide - or you’d have to distract him some way.

You arrived at Tiny Fin, having set up the payment and membership information through the week online.  As you picked up your membership tag, you saw Anthony, the director and waved as Bucky took Noah down to poolside to get him ready for the class.  On your way to join them you saw the teacher and by the time you got to the pool deck, Bucky was already in the pool with Noah.  Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched your husband, bare-chested with your baby boy in his arms.  Noah was squealing with joy as one of his favourite places to be was in the water.

The way Bucky was looking at him and holding him and laughing with him near about stopped your heart.  One thing was for certain, he was getting a tribe.

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[hopefulromances]

Hii!! Could you possibly do Ted himself with the reader based on 75? Maybe a confession moment of sorts..? You have beautiful writing!

Hi There! I've never written for Ted x reader before so this might be a bit more platonic than you like but you can def read into it.

75. “I have secrets you don’t know about.”

This at Richmond had been quiet since the end of the season. With Ted's announcement, and Richmond placing second in the league, things were wrapping up quicker than you would've liked. That's how you found yourself in the Richmond locker room by yourself.

You didn't have much to do when the season wasn't in session. Working as the coach's administration assistant you mainly filed papers, answered emails, and kept the team's schedule in order. But the team was more than a job for you, they were a family.

They celebrated your wins and comforted your loses just like you did with them. When you took the job, you never thought a bunch of 20 something footballers would become your closest friends but here you were, sitting in the locker room by yourself wishing you coudl regain that feeling you had when you stepped into it for the first time back at the beginning of the season.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

You looked up to see Ted standing in the doorway to the coach's office.

"Ted," you smiled, starting to stand. "Hi! I hope I'm allowed to be here."

He waved you off coming over to sit next to you. "Richmond is always open for family."

There was that word again. Family. That's what Richmond was. But if we were a family why was he leaving us. Why was he leaving me? He must have understood my silence because he began to speak again.

"You know, I always like when it was quiet in here," he started, looking around at the empty room. "It's like a giant echo chamber for your thoughts, don't you think?"

I scoffed, the noise sounding a little more ironic than I meant for it to sound. "Sure."

"Look, (Y/N), if there's something you want to say... now's the time."

"There you go again! Acting like you know me!" You snap, standing up quickly. "I have secrets you don't know about!" Ted stayed silent as I began my pacing. "I just don't understand you, Ted. After everything you've done here! Everything... we've been through. You're just going to leave us behind like it's nothing."

"The team is going to be just fine without me, they're in good hands-"

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it," you shut down whatever speech he was about to give. He nods, letting out a side before coming to stand across from you, his hands in his pockets.

"I know it's not," he stated. "And I'm sorry if I've left you in the dark on some of this."

"Yeah, no shit."

"Yeah..." He paused for a second before continuing. "But (Y/N), I want you to know that this wasn't an easy decision. There were things on both sides that were calling to me. And just because I didn't choose this side, doesn't mean those voices aren't still calling."

You stared at him, wanting him to speak clearly for just once in his life. But he seemed unable to.

"What happened here, in this buidling, in his town... it's forever changed me as a person." He reached up and pressed his hand to his chest. "In here. And you..." He paused again. "You know what you mean to me."

You couldn't help but let a bit of a smile over take your lips. You looked down to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Do I?" You questioend, raising an eyebrow.

He let out a breathy laugh. "Well I sure hope so cause that partnership isn't going anywhere." He reached over and lightly grabbed my arm, causing my to look up. "Yeah?"

I let myself dissolve some of my anger and really smile this time. "Yeah."

I hope this was alright!

[moonlit-flowerfield]

Today is World Deaf Day, so I wanted to write. Thanks to @typically-untypical for helping me with the plot with no context.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE DEAF AND I WAS INACCURATE IN MY DEPICTION. I WANT TO BE A GOOD WRITER, NOT A DICK.

Pairing: Intrulogical (Remus x Logan)

Context: Remus, for once, doesn't acknowledge Logan when he speaks. After a lot more work, they end up in a conversation where Remus explains something very surprising.

"Remus? You're up this early?" Logan asked, blinking at the creative side in what normally was his seat. Not that it bugged him- it was just shocking.

What was more shocking was Remus didn't respond. "Hello? Remus?"

No headphones... So he isn't listening to music. Strange.

Logan set his mug down on the table behind him, making a little bit more of a commotion than he liked. "Remus."

Still no response. Logan frowned, starting to make food. He noticed Remus seemed to notice the smell but still didn't acknowledge any words he spoke.

After around five minutes of attempting to just speak to get attention, he huffed in frustration and slammed a plastic plate of food down on the table in front of Remus. Which seemed to get the others attention as he jumped and looked at Logan dumbfoundedly.

"I see I now have your attention." Logan growled. No verbal response, but Remus seemed confused. "Don't try and pull that dumb act. You aren't Roman."

Still no verbal response, but Remus did have an answer. Just in the form of what seemed to be frantic handwaving. Logan wasn't familiar with ASL or other forms of sign language, however he did catch the sign for "sorry" and "deaf".

"I... Supposed it's okay. But what about deafness?" He sighed.

Remus squinted, then pulled his phone out and tapped on an app he never really used.

I'm deaf, sorry. Can you look at me and speak slowly? Or just text me.

Logan was surprised to hear a text to speech app in use. But more so, he was surprised to hear it say Remus was deaf. Before he could respond, Roman and Janus came down the the stairs, tapping Remus' shoulder and signing things to him. Logan swore he caught "careful" but only because Roman was also mouthing the words. He watched Remus sign thank you, then get handed little things before the snake and prince went off different directions.

"Wh-" Logan was confused, but watched Remus put the small things in his ear, clicking a button then sighing.

"And now I have some hearing." Remus grumbled, his voice vaguely different than normal. The Duke turned to the teacher. "Sorry. My stupid hearing aids broke yesterday after a training session with Ro, so Jan and he had to fix them. They might be cranky since they spent all night together."

"You're deaf? How have I know known this?" Logan asked, frowning a little. "I was to assume we were close."

"We are!" Remus assured. "I promise! Heck, Patton doesn't know either! Oly reason Jan and Virgin know is because they are- were... Dark Sides. Roman knows because he's my brother." Remus sighed. "I didn't know how to bring it up. I would've told ya sooner if I was good at personal shit."

Logan moved closer. "I see. So those 'earbuds' you always wear..."

"My hearing aids." Remus confirmed. "Normally I'm on top of the bullshit for them but training makes it harder." He pulled Logan into his lap, chuckling a little when the Logical Side blushed a little. "Besides. The rare times I don't wear them, you all are talking directly to me so I can read your lips. Or your texting."

Logan cleared his throat. "Ah." He had many other questions, though he was sure most were rude. Well, rude for normal people.

"Go on, interrogate me, teach." Remus laughed.

Logan sighed. "Do... You know how this occurred?"

Remus hummed, a dopey smile on his face. "Pretty sure I've been this way since the split. Romans a little deaf, but nothing bad enough to need a hearing aid or assistance. It's why he's so loud though!"

Logan nodded. "I see. And, I'm sure you've not thought of this... Or whatever. But can you not self-actualize yourself to... Not be deaf?"

Remus blinked. "I have tried. Not that I mind it, but it's not possible." He shrugged. "It's like Janus being half snake. It's just who I am." Remus squinted. "You need your glasses to see and Thomas doesn't need glasses, so you don't get to really say shit about self-actualization about making yourself '1000% healthy', by the way."

Logan blushed again. "I'm aware. It was more of a research question!" He said. "Though, I'm aware how ablest that sounded. Apologies."

Remus smiled. "I'm not mad. Just saying."

Logan sighed. "I'm... Not well aquatinted with this disability. I need to study up on it." He said, moreso to himself. "As well as I should study ASL and other sign languages should something happened again."

Remus' eyes lit up and he kissed Logan. "You are the fucking best dork nerd boyfriend ever!"

Logan blushed harder once again. "I'm only trying to bring more equality to the table."

And yet, there was something new to this relationship. A door to more personal topics had been opened, and both were happy to be able to trust their partner with those things... Even if they were going to stay in that proverbial closet longer.

[batnsons]

okay, catching up on Ted Lasso season 3, I’m midway through 3x5 rn. Thoughts on the season so far (spoilers and LOTS of thoughts under the cut!

Sassy's right, Ted is indeed a mess and I love him so so much and I want to give him all the hugs. (I'm also mad at her for the way she handled that but I'm not surprised, we've known she's like that from day one.) I wish this man would realize that it’s okay to be hurt by things, that he’s allowed to be upset when people hurt him, and he’s allowed to defend himself. But I also greatly appreciate that he’s always trying to take the high road. Him telling Michelle he was upset with her was soooo important and I’m so so proud. We had the beginnings of another panic attack, early on, after he found out and then it was cut off by Zava, but I wish we'd gotten more of a follow up on that. Cause there had to have been some aftermath to that. Also, I've been on the Ted is Jamie's Dad wagon since almost day one and this season is giving me SO MUCH. I hope we get to see so much more of them.

JAMIE!! My sweet Angel Boy. He’s emulating Ted so much this season and it kills me. It’s so so precious. He’s growing so much, and he’s trying so hard, and he’s just!! He’s doing so good! I do wish they would address his trauma responses, though. He’s clearly still having them and I wish they would talk about it. I’m not a fan of the way they’ve had Roy be so aggressive to him without any repercussions, when Jamie is clearly reacting with trauma responses. I’m not sure if that’s a writing point or if Phil is just doing that himself but I would really like to see it addressed. (@altschmerzes and I have talked about this a lot, they’ve got their own posts on the subject too that I really enjoy.) I am, however, delighted at the way Roy has taken Jamie under his wing. He’s been the only one to notice so far that Jamie is upset about Zava (and for good reason!) And I love that.

SPEAKING OF ZAVA. I DESPISE THIS MAN. First off, he’s just WEIRD. But second, he’s a nightmare!! And Jamie’s the only one who sees it! His speech about Zava being a diva and unpleasant was really delightful. (“And I weren’t being’ Ironic, I were neon’ hypocritical”. Have I mentioned I adore Jamie?? HES BECOME SELF AWARE!) Anyway. He’s got manipulative abilities not quite up to Rupert’s standards but, they’re still pretty bad.

And now on the topic of Rupert: this fucking PRICK. He’s manipulating the hell outta Nate and it’s making me mad. He’s gaslighting him, and essentially “love bombing” him every time Nate seems to be showing remorse or regret. And it’s so interesting because you know this is exactly what he must have done to Rebecca, and is probably now doing to Bex (although she seems like she’s well aware of his tendencies and is hitting back in her own way. Those digs about him being old?? Yeah. I hope we get to see Bex and Rebecca bonding later, I want to see Rebecca helping Bex out.) He’s an absolutely brilliant manipulator and I realllly hope we see him get what’s coming to him. And I love that Nate is showing distaste for his “activities” with the assistant.

And now for Nate. I went into this season absolutely hating him (not as much as much as Rupert, but close), and now? Now I just feel bad for him. And I love that we still see bits of the old Nate coming through. He really is just being absolutely played and manipulated and his ego and pride are the only things in his way now. He’s too proud to let himself admit that he’s been wrong, especially in front of Rupert. He’s in too deep and he’s floundering and he’s only got Ted as a lifeline but he’s very nearly burned that in his lust for power and prestige. But he so desperately wants it, you can see it. I really do hope we get a redemption arc, honestly. Never thought I’d say that. But we are now seeing the crest of that wave, so to speak, where we saw Jamie at the beginning of the series. And Jamie was able to claw his way out, so shouldn’t Nate now be able to as well?? It’s really really interesting, the way we’ve seen their stories parallel each other. What we’ve seen from Nate here is what we didn’t see with Jamie: the rise of the ego and pride as a survival mechanism. So here’s hoping we get to see Nate being pulled from that riptide just like Jamie is. But he’s gotta make the decision to reach for that lifeline himself. I really hope he does.

As for everything else: I feel like Rebecca is floundering, trying to cling desperately to this idea that she has to be more successful than Rupert in order to prove to him she doesn’t need him. But she’s missing the reality that the only person she needs to prove anything to is herself. I’m so interested to see where the rest of her growth takes her. Trent I’m delighted to see more of, I love that he’s hanging around the club now. He’s so fun and a lovely outside perspective for them all. Colin has got one hell of an interesting storyline happening on the sidelines, and I’m so so curious to see where this goes. I love that Trent was given the same missing piece of information that we were given as an audience, it makes for a really interesting audience stand-in, seeing him react to the things Colin says and does knowing what we all know now as well. Makes for some really interesting storytelling. I’m a little, not sad per se but… bummed? at how little Sam content we’ve gotten so far but I think that’s remedied later so I’m not too worried about it right now. Beard and Ted are delightful as always, I’m always so thrilled by their comfortable relationship, they’re like two sides of the same coin that function so so well together. Platonic soulmates, honestly. And then there’s Michelle. I’m so mad at her. But I’m even more mad at the therapist. I’m sorry, that man’s license should be taken away. And I’m glad they straight up had someone say it was unethical out loud but I really hope they bring it up more. Because it’s so so wrong and so unethical it’s unbelievable. Michelle is less at fault for this than the therapist, for sure, but I’m still mad at her for all of it. And I’m so glad Ted told her he was upset. Because regardless of who she’s dating, Ted absolutely should’ve been consulted before she introduced a new partner to their son. Like, that shit’s not okay. At all. Add in that he was their couple’s therapist?? (Which brings into question all sorts of other things, mind you.) Nah that’s messed up and I’m so angry about it.

Tldr: so far I’m ultimately very happy with this season, the character arcs are hurting me and also giving me so much joy. Rupert is a prick as always, and Ted and Jamie are my boys.

[maryflowerw]

I mean, you're allowed changing topic, but I'm not. Let's not make victims out of yourselves here. I've told you a hundred times how aggressive you are towards other fans and God forbid any of the women around David show any interest in him. I remember the pouncing on social media on this man. You obviously have a short memory. And it's not a question of what we believe. What we see is the real life of David and Gillian. You, on the other hand, believe and want to believe in bullshit that implicates innocent children. And yes there is a mistake in the Acts of David and Gillian . I think all this PR flirting was good for warming up before the show came back, but they overdid it by generating a bunch of inadequates who also brought children into the mix. (If David knew how you felt about Tea, he probably would have openly told you all to go to hell) That was their only mistake. What other actions you're talking about, I have no idea. Each of them live their lives together with the people they love and are comfortable with. You have not proof to the contrary. And I don't know what you see with your own eyes, apparently your friends are eat something to see what is not there.😅

Morning! Not surprised to see you here. I'll start by saying I am convinced you are mistaking me for someone else. Someone in this fandom has evidently convinced people I attacked the kids in the past, I went after Tea, D, G and their "lovers", I stalked them, I was part of multiple fan forums, etc Let me tell you this:

I have never met them in person nor do I have the desire to do so. Let's say I was in the right time/place to meet certain people and over the years I've been "lucky" (not sure it's the right term because it's brought me nothing but attacks/hacking attemps/insults, you name it) to run into certain people who cemented my beliefs.

I have only been part of two fan forums: Simplycomplicated and mine, no matter how much people insist. I've also always used the name Mary (my real name). You can find me here and on Twitter only.

I have never dictated what you or anyone else is allowed to say or believe; if I did that, I would become that which I complain about. There's something called freedom of speech. The only objection to that I have is lack of respect, which happened in my forum.

If anyone has pounded on D, as you say, it was not me. Show me a screencap if you are so certain, same as all the things you have accused me of.

You say what we see is the real life of them. If believing that makes you happy, go ahead:) It's a very naive belief (like Penguin being certain nobody in Hollywood uses "beards") but whatever floats your boat:).

If either I or the people who read me/follow me want to, as you put it, "believe in bs", we are entitled to. YOU (general you) DON'T DICTATE WHAT PEOPLE CAN BELIEVE IN, get it?!

"If David knew how you felt about Tea, he probably would have openly told you all to go to hell" Funny, with the number of times people have run to accuse of so many horrible things by writing or talking to their managers/assistants or people working for them, I'd think they would have at least contacted me once all these years. Zilch.

Finally, if there was no truth at all about what I claim, all of you wouldn't come here almost on a daily basis to try to chase me away, hack me to try and see what and who I write about/to, pose as snoggers trying to get info out of me, try to find my location (in order to do what, I don't know), and hurl vicious attacks. I'm still here, started posting in 2007 and stick to what I know. WHEN ARE YOU ALL GOING TO LEARN YOU ARE ALL DOING A PATHETIC SHOW (celebrities and their circle of people)??!!

[smugraccoon137]

Supergirl Season 1 Episode 2 Review and Thoughts

*Bluey Voice* This episode is called “Let's all make Kara Cry”

Kara: Is this because I'm a-

J’onn: Woman?

Kara: I was gonna say Alien

Yes this is how painful it is every time the writers try being “allies”

*The news anchor talking about Supergirl being a fuck up*

Me: IS that The word with PERDD?????

I do love Kara flashbacks actually aiding her knowledge of aliens on earth

Slightly uncomfortable with how much kryptonite the DEO has just on hand. Also regardless of the dilution/percentage used wouldn’t the rock still like make Kara super ill and in pain??

Yes, let's take the girl who's never been in a fight before and just kick her ass instead of teaching her. Because that’ll make her learn faster?? Instead of just making her feel stupid and isolated. OH but its fine because they weren’t trying to teach her anything other than she sucks at fighting and needs to be careful. Mission accomplished!

This writing is lazy for having 45 mins to achieve something. Especially when it’s obvious Alex didn’t want to tackle it that way. And apologized for it anyways like 20 mins later.

I understand conflict resolution. What I can’t forgive is just writing characters however is convenient to your episodic plot

Wow episode two is all about lets make Kara fucking cry huh? Thats it thats the title of this review

Okay so Cat Grant’s speech was actually really good. I’d say probably one of the best parts of the episode actually

Like it bit. It was painful to hear and to watch Kara hear. But it was actually informative and motivating. And more helpful than anyone else has been so far to Kara’s journey. Alex has mostly been unsupportive, making Kara feel bad about the whole thing, and trying to push her back into normalcy. Winn and James have been supportive for sure helping her with the costume, talking her feelings out, and even helping her find crimes to handle. But no one has given her any advice. I’m looking at you Clark. No one has jumped in to say “Hey you know what would be a good idea? Or what you should do?” She’s been very isolated in her decision making. Which I dunno, maybe thats just normal adulthood. But it certainly feels lonely.

I like that Ms.Grant is Kara’s irritable fairy godmother/voice of reason character. It’s actually interesting because it contrasts Kara’s sunshine nature so hard. You expect Ms.Grant to put her down or to try to diminish her ambitions. But on some level you can see the genuine care she has for her assistant. And how she does uplift her and give her advice quite often. So far she’s one of the only people to put something into Kara not take away.

Gotta love Winn and James meeting in the alley and treating each other like an awkward hook up you’d rather not talk to right now

Not a huge fan of Kara's only friends both being dudes who are into her and are probably going to end up competing with each other. I’d really love for the girl to just have some regular friends who care about her and don’t want anything in return.

Which kind of adds to my thoughts on the writer's attempts at being feminist allies. Why spend all that time writing bad “is it because I’m a girl” one liners when you’re just going to make her just a girl anyways. Why try so hard to be like “We’re doing it! We’re writing a show about Supergirl a woman!!!” When you’re going to take the only two friends she has and make them romantically interested in her just because they’re both men?

It’s eye rolling

I appreciate the boys tag teaming to help her though

Not bicurious Winn lol

“I ahhhh helped make that outfit” Looking into James eyes with like 3 inches between them

“I got some mad sewing skills” awkward flirting noted

Ohhhh more super hero montages to hit me with your best shot!

I love all the classic crimes from bank robbery to car chase to rescuing a pet from a tree

Autism headcanon is holding up

Baby Kara scared of the popcorn maker. Thats audio sensitivity bitchhh

Can we talk about the fact that the DEO has government possession of the craft that got Kara here? And like how weirdly invading that is. Clarks ship had message crystals in his. Information and wisdom to help him on Earth. It was the first contact he really had with his heritage.

For Kara it's like the last thing her family gave her. I mean Alex brought that message from her mother in ep 1, where do you think she got it? Karas ship obviously

Like you don’t think Kara would have loved to here that message like 10 fucking years ago? Would have loved to hear her mothers voice again 10 years ago? Would have cried herself asleep with at least evidence of her home.

The fact that the DEO just confiscated her shit and hasn’t even relinquished it back to her as an adult is sickening to me.

Gotta love the government “shoot it shoot it now with lots of guns” that'll get that alien done in just fine

I really love this common ground between Kara and James about being in Clark’s shadow. That's a really good place to start for their relationship, and I’m curious to see them relate more over it

“Growing up, I was taught that to accept help from people is not a shame, it’s an honor” - Kara 

I have a feeling this is something that will be ignored or something she will struggle with in the future

AHHH “El Meyarah” Stronger Together

Okay I get it. Shes different from Clark. She wants super friends. I gotcha I gotcha

Not Kara educating James on Krypton when Clark don't know shitttttt

Alex dont fucking reveal you know shit holy fuck dude thats like first rule of secret ops. Bitch really just started running her mouth immediately 

I love this idea of Twins being rare on Krypton because of the matrix. Why would it make a copy when it already made what it needed?

Fight scene between Kara and her Aunt was good, but that was some bullshit about Kara actually learning from Alex and their “training” session earlier in the episode. You can’t act like she learned something when no one taught her anything!

I don’t like how quick to adapt Kara is about the whole Aunt Astra thing. That's a pretty big deal wtf

Alex: My parents had me prepared to deal with you being really sad and fucked up because your whole planet got destroyed. But then you were like super happy and not sad at all! You’ve always been like that tee hee

Sounds like Kara was really good at hiding all her sadness as a kid dude. Big oof

I like that Alex and Kara are going to work on defense stuff in the future and it's a mutual decision

I just realized that Clark never took Kara to the Fortress of Solitude  >:[

Love Alex introducing Kara to her Living Memory mother. But fuck this is torturesome. Again Clark has his crystal ai Dad. But it's like that's obviously not his father, that's not Jonathan. Jor-El is there to help him learn about Krypton. To understand the history, ability, and nature of his people. A people he doesn’t know. Jor-El isn’t a parent he goes to for comfort or advice. He’s an informant, a wise man.

For Kara that living memory is like a reminder. A reminder of everything she's lost. Of something that she will never have again. It's almost cruel. To come to it seeking guidance and affection, and not being able to receive that. Only information and calculations. 

You may say “But her foster parents! Her sister!” I’m not saying they aren’t her family, but if you’ve never had your family taken from you in some way, you won’t understand that it's just not the same. 

That's totally general Zod isnt it

Gotta love Kara picking Cat Grant's car up for her interview

[bmntgirl]

New Beginnings?

So this story is inspired by gglitch1dd’s post about Small town My Hero Academia. Honestly go read her story Sweet-bee if you like Kiribaku x reader; it’s amazing! I’ve reread it so many times.

So my story is loosely inspired (I made some changes but barely) and involves an OC. After reading her post and remembering the first season of Once upon a Time, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and decided to write it. Very much just for fun and considering continuing it; I just don’t have the ending figured out.

Mostly fluff. Let me know if there is anything; triggers or errors.

Italics are thoughts.

Enjoy!

Summary: an unknown quirk sends all of UA and some others to a small town... in an alternate reality! No memories of their real lives and no quirks. A calm, peaceful life where everything is perfect. A bit too perfect.

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 A new life?

Lizelle holds Eri close under the desk as a villain rant and raves through the school’s PA system. The red feather necklace around Lizelle’s neck shake as Hawks sends his feathers throughout the building to find the villain.

Class 1A and 1B had gathered for a joint training session with most of their mentors also there to see the progress. Lizelle was there to keep watch over the students’ emotional states as they go through the course because of her quirk ‘Colourful Emotions’.

While she is Hawks’ personal assistant, she is a family friend of Present Mic and had been living with him and Aizawa since she was a teenager until she was old enough to care for herself. She had become close to the 1A class and Eri. And ever since working with Hawks, Mirko had become a good friend.

Everybody had gathered for the training session when something shook the building and a bunch of goons invaded the premises. Lizelle had grabbed Eri who was sitting with her and took cover under Present Mic’s desk while he went down from the presenter booth to join the fight. Then who they assume is the main boss started making threats over the announcement system.

Lizelle focused on the villain’s voice to hear the last part of his speech. He chuckled darkly:

“Aren’t you heroes tired of it all? Don’t you wanna live a normal life…?”

Lizelle gasped as she noticed a strange mist filling the room and everywhere else.

“… and leave the rest of us alone?”

Lizelle peeked over the over desk to notice all the heroes starting to faint. Her necklace stills and she knows it got to Hawks as well. She coughed trying to get the mist out. She heard Eri cough as well.

“Eri-berry, hold your breath.”

Both she and Eri hold their breaths but then a blinding light fills everybody’s vision before it went pitch black.

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Lizelle groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the bedroom while reaching for her phone to shut off her alarm. She yawns, stretches and runs a brush through her long golden blonde hair before making her way out, down the stairs and into the kitchen where Hizashi Yamada otherwise known by his radio show personality, Present Mic is busy cooking breakfast.

“Morning Uncle Zashi.”

“Morning Lizzy. How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well. One thing is for sure. The bed was not the reason for Shinso’s insomnia.”

Hizashi chuckled: “Glad to hear it’s not that at least.”

She smiled as she sat down.

“Thanks for letting me stay in Hitoshi’s old room for now.”

Hizashi smiled at her from the stove: “No problem. You know you are like my own daughter. I’ll always help.”

Lizelle smiled: “Why couldn’t you be my real dad?”

“Then I would to have had you when I was 9.”

“Well you were a flirt since you were young if Aunt Nem is to be believed.”

The two laugh at that.

“Yet I met my soulmate in high school and won him over,” He pressed a hand to his heart.

“More like you didn’t leave me alone.”

The two turn to see Shouta Aizawa walk into the kitchen carrying a very sleepy Eri.

“You didn’t exactly try to get rid of me. C’mon admit it, deep down you liked me.”

Aizawa shakes his head at his husband. He put Eri adjacent to Lizelle’s left before walking to kiss Hizashi.

“Zashi, the pancakes.”

Hizashi looked over to see the pancakes starting to look a little too brown. He quickly moved the finished pancake to a plate. Lizelle smiled at the cute scene before turning her head to the tired girl rubbing her eyes.

She gave a quick tickle to the little girl’s sides: “Morning Eri-berry.”

Eri gave a small shriek of laughter. Lizelle giggled.

“Morning Uncle Shou.”

“Morning Lizzy,” he sits down adjacent to Lizelle’s right.

Hizashi places the food down and greets his daughter with a kiss to her head.

“So what is your plan for today?” Aizawa asks Lizelle as they start to eat.

Lizelle shrugs: “Explore the town, look at living places, look for a job, maybe even visit Shinso on his break.”

“Y’know, if you can’t find anything, you are more than welcome to come help me or Shouta at our jobs.”

“Thanks Uncle Zashi but I don’t see how much help I’ll be at the Sheriff or Radio station. Thanks for the offer; I’ll definitely keep it as a back up.”

“Daddy, Papa, can I show Lizzy around town?” Eri asks with her mouth full pancakes.

“Eri, swallow before you talk,” Aizawa gently said while Hizashi jokingly presses her chin up, “I don’t know.”

“Oh come one Dadzawa,” Lizelle grinned, “Eri knows the town better than me and I can keep her safe.”

Aizawa sighed but looked doubtful.

“Babe this whole town knows Eri is the sheriff’s daughter and not to mess with her. Eri will actually keep Lizelle safe, especially if the League decide to be annoying today. They know not to mess with your family,” Hizashi reasons, “Besides Lizelle is right. Eri knows the town better and this way Lizelle won’t get lost.”

Aizawa sighs again, knowing Hizashi is right and that he is fighting a losing battle.

“Fine, you can show Lizzy around.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep each other safe,” Lizelle gave the little girl a side squeeze.

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Eri kisses and hugs her dads goodbye.

“See you two later.” Hizashi waves.

“Be safe,” Aizawa calls after them.

“We will,” Eri giggles.

“Bye Dadzawa. Bye Papa Mic.”

“Bye girls.”

The two girls set off down the street to the right in the direction of what looked like a school. Currently mostly empty since it was Saturday. Maybe some overtime teachers or sport teams, other than that a ghost place.

“That’s my school!” Eri excitedly points.

“Oh really? Remind me what grade are you in?”

“Grade 2. Mr. Togata is my teacher.”

“Wow you’re getting big,” Lizelle squeezes Eri’s left hand.

As they turn the corner, Eri spots something that makes her squeal. Lizelle tightens her grips when she feels the little girl wants to run. Standing outside the gates are two men who turn in their direction upon hearing Eri. Seeing Eri, the two men wave. Lizelle makes sure they get safely across the street. Only then does she let the little girl run to them.

“Hi Eri!”

The tall blond picks up the girl as she happily squeals.

“Hi Mr. Togata! Hi Mr. Deku!”

The green haired man next to them gently pats Eri on the head: “Hi Eri.”

The man Eri calls Deku turns to Lizelle. He greets her with small nervous smile.

“Hi I’m Izuku Midoriya, understudy to Mayor All Might.”

Lizelle shakes his hand.

“So Deku?” She asks curiously.

He shrugged: “A mean nickname I was given when I was younger. I’m trying to put a more positive spin on it.”

Lizelle nodded in understanding: “I get that.”

The taller blond shook her hand: “Hi My name is Mirio Togata. I’m Eri’s teacher.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lizelle. I’m a family friend of Hizashi Yamada. I just moved to town and I’m staying with them till I find a job and my own place. Eri is busy showing me around town.”

“Well welcome to Yuuie,” Mirio says with smile.

“And if you’re looking for a job just to keep busy, there is always the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar and B&B and the library are always looking for volunteers,” Izuku suggest, “If it’s more a specific profession, Yuuie has a lot of businesses. Sure you’ll find something.”

Lizelle nods gratefully: “Thank you. I shall look into those places,” she looks to Eri, “C’mon sweetie we still got a lot to see. Maybe we can even go visit your brother if we are there on his break.”

“Yay!” Mirio gently puts her down.

She grabs Lizelle’s hand again and they continue walking down the street waving goodbye to Mirio and Izuku.

Walking across the street they pass a park and start passing some houses. About halfway Eri points out the Mayor’s House with trees surrounding it. They cross the street and tree line into the second main street where by the looks of it, is the most action. People walk up and down, doorbells constantly clinging as people enter and leave.

Eri quickly tugs Lizelle to cross to the right of the street while throwing slightly nervous looks to the biggest building on the corner of the left block.

“Everything okay Eri-berry?”

“Daddy always says to avoid that place and be careful here.”

Lizelle looks at the building. Two shops occupy it; Shigaraki’s bar and Dabi’s tattoo parlour. It’s a little rundown but otherwise okay. Lizelle can’t help the negative feeling that reaches her, making her feel on edge. The place definitely looks like trouble. Or at least definitely not the place for a little girl to be.

A man walks out of the parlour. He leans against the outside wall and lights a cigarette. She can only see the tattoos under his eyes, jaw, neck and wrists but Lizelle is positive he is probably covered in them as well as multiple piercings.

Was the flame from his lighter blue?

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and releases a puff of smoke. Through the smoke he catches Lizelle’s eye. He looks her up and down with his piercing blue eyes before giving a nod. Lizelle gives friendly smile in return and then focuses back on helping Eri across the street.

“New plaything?” a female voice asks from the door.

Dabi turns his head to the blond girl: “Nah that Aizawa brat was with her. Unless we want the Sheriff to strangle us we better not mess with what’s his.”

“Aw, not fair,” Toga complains. Dabi simply shakes his head.

At the corner Eri points to a building on the left block behind the building on the street.

“There’s Dadzawa’s work…”

Then she points to the slightly L-shaped building diagonally in front of the Sheriff’s Station.

“… and there’s Papa Mic’s.”

Lizelle nods.

They past the Post Office, an apartment building behind a small park and past another building they reach the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar.

“Wanna a milkshake, Eri-berry?”

Eri’s eyes sparkle as she looks up at her: “Can we?”

“Sure. C’mon let’s go in.”

The bell rings as the two enter. They walk up to the counter and Lizelle helps Eri up. A beautiful girl with long blue hair comes walking out from behind.

“Nejire!”

“There’s my little berry. Your daddy called and said I’m off babysitting duty today,” the girl turned to Lizelle, “Hi, I’m Neijre Hado, waitress and the occasional babysitter for this little angel.”

“She is also the town’s resident beauty queen,” a large man comes walking out from the kitchen, almost squatting to get through the doorways.

“And this is Taishiro Toyomitsu otherwise known as Fatgum, best cook in Yuuie,” Nejire giggled, tapping the man’s belly, “And he knows it.”

The man gives a jolly laugh.

Lizelle smiled, enjoying the wholesome energy in this place.

“I’m Lizelle, I’m new and a family friend of this little one’s family.”

“Welcome to Yuuie Miss. We hope you enjoy your stay here,” Fatgum smiles warmly.

“Thank you,” she smiles back. He feels like an uncle.

“So what can we get for you?”

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake and some fries. You Eri?”

“An apple pie and strawberry milkshake please.”

Nejire winked at the two: “You got it.”

Fatgum moves back into kitchen and Nejire cuts out a slice of apple pie for Eri. She then hands a small A6 card to Lizelle, full of numbers.

Upon Lizelle’s confused look, Nejire explains: “Numbers of the business around here. If you are ever in need of a handyman the mechanics shop is the place to call and ask for Eijiro Kirishima. That mountain of man can fix anything.”

Lizelle smirked: “Mountain, huh?”

“Well he is Fatgum’s nephew.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

Nejire giggled: “He works at the shop with his cousin Tetsutetsu and it is owned by Mei Hatsume. That girl is genius with machines and Tetsu seems like he bend steel, almost has if…”

“He is steel himself,” Lizelle gets a weird look on her face before shaking her head. She lifts the page, “The others?”

“Right. The mechanics is behind the sheriff station by the way. Right next to us is the vet/pet shelter run by Tsuyu Asui and Koji Koda. Then across from us is Ojiro’s dojo and next to that we have our Electrician Denki Kaminari. He’s good but don’t worry if he shocks himself. It happens from time to time.”

At Lizelle concerned look Nejire quickly adds: “He’s fine. He is practically Pikachu by now.”

“As long as he is not Pichu,” Lizelle shakes her head.

Nejire laughs, tipping her head: “Well…”

Shaking her head, she continues: “I’m assuming you walked past the school? And of course where the sheriff and radio station is?”

Lizelle nods: “Eri also pointed out the Mayor’s house to me. And the bar and tattoo parlour I was warned from.”

Lizelle gently pats Eri on the head.

Nejire nodded with a tight mouth: “Yeah the league… aren’t bad but they are trouble. So best to try stay away as much as you can.”

Lizelle raises and eyebrow: “The League?”

“The League of Delinquents.”

“I saw a man with tattoos and piercings smoking outside the tattoo place.”

“That’s Dabi. He seems chill, but you don’t want to piss him off. He has an affinity for arson. The one you really have to careful around is Shigaraki. He runs that place and the league. Also Toga; she’s a blonde girl with sharp teeth. She has a weird fascination for blood and sometimes gets a little stab happy. So just be careful.”

“And Shigaraki?”

Nejire shudders a little: “Trust me you’ll know. He just seems dangerous.”

Lizelle nods. Geez you guys go on about these guys like their villains.

Nejire puts back on her smile: “Anyways, we also have Rikido Sato’s bakery, Hanta Sero’s restaurant, Tamaki Amajiki’s flower shop; that’s Fatgum’s adopted son and Mirio’s Boyfriend.”

Lizelle raises her eyebrow with a smile: “Ok cute.”

Nejire giggled: “And both are my boyfriends.”

Lizelle gasped: “Lucky you! Kinda jealous. Of you and them.”

They both laugh.

“You?” Nejire bends her hand at the wrist in a silent question.

“I’m…” Lizelle snaps her fingers into a finger gun/thumbs up and peace signs.

“Ah,” Nejire nods in understanding, “Ok then there are the builders (that are behind Denki and Ojiro’s places), the library’s number, if you want to shop wood personally the lumberjack office; ask for Rumi. She is the boss and she is one the people who knows the woods the best. Mina Ashido’s hair salon, Yuga Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace; it’s mostly a clothing shop but Mina, Toru Hagukure and Aoyama together are a styling dream team. They helped me with the beauty pageants. We also have the Yaoyorozu’s Properties, the gym, the Bank of Iida, the Todoroki Supermarket, and Yuuie Hospital and of course the town hall.”

Nejire juts her thumb to Eri: “Your little tour guide here knows where everything is.”

Lizelle smirks at Eri: “And why do you know everything?”

Eri giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

Nejire smiled: “Sheriff Aizawa wanted to make sure if anything happened, Eri knows all the safe places to go to.”

Lizelle nods with a small smile: “That sounds like Dadzawa.”

As the two finishes up, Lizelle pulls out her wallet. Fatgum quickly pops through the window.

“Uh uh, It’s on the house.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, especially for my favourite customer,” He winks at Eri with broad grin.

Lizelle grins: “Thanks for everything. The food was delicious. And thanks for all the info Nejire.”

The blue haired waitress waves at her as they exit.

Eri points out Ojiro’s dojo and Denki’s Electrics across the street and the vet next door to the diner. They cross the town square over to the library with a clock tower on top of the corner of the building. Across the street at the corner was Sato’s Bakery and next to it Sero’s Restaurant. Next to them was Mina’s hair salon and connected to it Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace.

Lizelle giggled at the name.

Next to the library was Yaoyorozu’s Properties and on the corner Amajiki’s Flower shop.

“Wanna stop by the library real quick? I want to ask the librarian something.”

Eri nodded and the two headed in. Lizelle sighed in relief at coolness compared to beating sun outside. There was a little dark haired girl with purple eyes a few years older than Eri sitting in a dark corner reading by a low light. A dark haired man with Goth makeup came from the office behind the desk. Eri waved to him.

She gave a whispered greeting: “Hi Tokoyami.”

“Hi Eri,” He whispered back in a pretty deep voice.

Huh this man’s makeup makes him look like crow or raven. Cool.

“Hi, I’m Fumikage Tokoyami, how can I help?”

“Oh hi! I’m Lizelle, I’m new to town. I was wondering with there are any positions open here.”

Tokoyami shook his head: “Not at the moment, but if you don’t mind working part time, we always accept volunteers. On certain days we are busier, especially when exam season comes.”

Lizelle nods with a smile: “Yeah I don’t mind.”

Lizelle gives Tokoyami her contact information. Lizelle waves Eri over for them to leave. Lunch is soon if they want to make it on time for Shinso’s break. Tokoyami hands Eri an apple with small smile. The two wave goodbye. As they leave they hear Tokoyami talk to the other girl:

“Shadow, do not read by such a low light. It is not good for your eyes.”

“But I don’t like the bright light!”

Lizelle smiled as the door closes. Must be brother and sister.

Lizelle and Eri continue down the street. They stop outside Tamaki’s flower shop to smell some of the flowers outside. Lizelle looked at bouquet of white and red roses with a smile on her face. She always liked the beauty more than the smell. Mostly flowers smell like plants to her. There are very few flowers’ smells she actually likes.

Lizelle looks from smiling at Eri to through the window when she spots movement from her peripheral vision. Just in time to see an indigo haired man duck out of sight. Lizelle tilts her head to side. He peaks around but ducks back upon noticing she is still looking. Lizelle gives a small smile at the man’s shyness. She offers him small wave before ushering Eri along.

They turn right to the main street. Then a turn left to walk to the hospital. Walking in, up to the front desk, Lizelle asks if Dr. Hitoshi Shinso is on his break. The woman about to ask the reason why she wants to see him, spots Eri. She smiles and waves the two on ahead while giving directions to his office. Eri leads the way.

Knocking on the door, Lizelle hears Shinso’s tired: “Come in.”

“Hey doc, got time for lunch?”

Shinso looks up and smirks: “Hey Lizzy. Hey Eri!”

Eri runs up to him and he easily picks her.

“Yeah sure lunch. We can do that.”

The three sit down in the cafeteria.

“So you enjoying your time here so far?” Shinso asks around the bad cup of coffee.

“Oh yeah this place is great. Everyone is so friendly. Well mostly everybody.”

Shinso frowns, confused before he asks concerned: “You didn’t run in to the league did you? Dadzawa would have their heads.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Not really. Just saw one of the members. Nothing happened.”

“Ok good. How’s the living situation?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for okaying the use of your room.”

“Sure.”

“Other than that, it is nice. But I would like my own place.”

Shinso gets a thoughtful look: “And a roommate?”

“I wouldn’t mind a roommate. Helps with rent and stuff.”

“How about...” Shinso puts down his cup, “You move in with me?”

“At your apartment?”

“Yeah the apartment building next to the Post office. I have a spare room/ loft. Also I’m barely home because of the hours at the hospital. It will be more like your apartment and I crash there.”

Lizelle giggles: “I know you can’t help it but you should stop overworking yourself.”

He shrugs: “So what do you say? Once you get a job you can start helping with rent if you want to, but you don’t need to. I make more than enough with a doctor salary. Besides I can’t help much cleaning wise and stuff, so the least I can do is pay the rent.”

Lizelle sighs: “Hitoshi I can’t expect you...”

Shinso holds up his hand: “I want to. I have no problem paying the rent but it’s going to waste because I’m barely there. So whaddya say?”

Lizelle thinks about: “I mean free place, not too far from Eri-them, nearby possible work place...”

Shinso smiled and sat up to reach into his pocket.

Lizelle looks up as she makes her decision: “Ok sure I would love to. Oh!”

She backs a little when she found keys in front of her face.

“Here are the keys to the apartment building and my flat. Go take a look at it. If your decision is completely final we can go make you a copy.”

Lizelle takes the keys and smiles gratefully at Shinso: “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

Shinso just smirks: “It’s not a problem. You’re family. If we switched places you would have done the same.”

Lizelle nods: “True.”

When his break was over, Lizelle and Eri say goodbye and head back. They stop by the park for a bit while Eri plays with some of her friends.

Lizelle stands at the edge to watch Eri when a siren rings through the air. Lizelle jumps and looks behind her to see Aizawa climb out of the sheriff car.

“What’s with the siren?”

“Easy way to get your attention.”

Lizelle smirks: “Well you got it. Here to arrest me officer?”

Aizawa chuckles: “So how is everything?”

“Great. Eri showed me around, I have places for possible jobs and I have a place to live.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“Shinso offered me his flat because he is barely there because of his hours and the rent is technically going to waste.”

Aizawa sighs and shakes his head: “That boy works hard. Too hard sometimes. I told him he is more than welcome to stay at home. He didn’t listen.”

“Sometimes people gotta learn by bumping their own heads even when you wanna protect them.”

“Unfortunately. So his apartment?”

“Mhm. He gave me the keys to go check it out. Then we will make my own copy.”

Aizawa nods: “Alright. I can take Eri off your hands if you want.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Nah that’s okay. I’m good with taking care of Eri for the rest of day.”

“You sure?”

Lizelle nods.

“Ok. Well I got to get back to work. Eri!”

Eri runs over with excitement. The two hug.

“I’ll see you two later tonight.”

“Bye Daddy!” “Bye Dadzawa!”

Lizelle let’s Eri play for a little while longer before they head for the apartment.

Outside parked on the street was a gold motorcycle with red wings and the words ‘Fierce Wings’ on the side. Lizelle nodded impressed before opening up the front door and letting Eri through.

At the mailboxes in the wall stand a man a couple inches taller than Lizelle with feathery blond hair. He wore a tan jacket with two red wings printed on the back, continuing onto the sleeves. Considering he was putting packages and letters into the mailboxes with a big bag slung across his body, Lizelle assumed he is the mailman and that the bike outside is his.

Lizelle started up the stairs.

“Hi Mr. Hawks,” Eri greets the man.

He turns slightly to greet her, only slightly seeing Lizelle before she disappears up the stairs.

Hawks blinks slightly before shrugging.

Eri joins Lizelle as they go to the third floor. 3A, here it is.

She unlocks the door and lets Eri in first. It was small but decently sized with a lot of woodwork. Lizelle snorted. This is very cottage-core. Too much for you, Shinso. But the rest of the apartment was more Shinso. Minimally decorated with just the basic essentials aka – does anybody even actually live here? Oh and coffee.

The place was in good condition from just a brief look, just a bit dusty and dirty, Lizelle noted. Eri showed her around while Lizelle smiled at how cute Eri was. Up the stairs were the loft and the other bedroom. Once again minimally decorated and mostly empty.

“Are you gonna stay with Toshi from now on?”

“Uh yeah, I think I am,” Lizelle sits next to her on the bed, noticing a slight twinge of sadness from Eri even though her face doesn’t say anything.

Lizelle slightly bumps shoulders: “Don’t worry; I’m still going to see you all the time. Who do you think is gonna babysit you?”

She nuzzles her nose against Eri’s playfully, grinning at Eri’s giggle, sadness gone.

The two lock up and leave, bring Shinso’s keys back for him and head home.

Seeing nobody else home yet she decides to get head start on dinner. She hears Eri watching TV and by the sound of it, it was some superhero anime. Lizelle smiles as Eri cheers for the heroes. Considering the back story of Eri, it’s no wonder she has a great love for heroes. Lizelle growled slightly, thinking of Eri’s past. If I ever get my hands on that abusive foster father of hers... Thank goodness Mirio had noticed the signs of something wrong at her house; first the wounds on her arms, explained away by saying she’s reckless and clumsy even though Eri was the gentlest and most careful of all the kids in his class; and second Eri’s hesitancy to go home. Mirio got Izuku involved and using his high position in town along with some others’ help including the Deputy Mayor Mirai Sasaki, they were able to save Eri.

Lizelle had heard the story from Shinso and Mic. She was happy to meet two of Eri’s saviours today, but didn’t want to say anything in front of Eri in case of trauma triggers. Lizelle quickly focuses back on the food to avoid burning it. She giggles as she is reminded of this morning with Mic and the pancakes. No wonder people who don’t know us think we are related.

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After dinner and telling Mic and Aizawa about their day, Lizelle helps Mic wash up as Aizawa takes Eri upstairs to get her ready for bed.

“So which job do you think of going after?” Mic asks as he dries the plates.

“Well Tokoyami from the library has my contact details if he ever needs my help, but I am thinking of maybe doing some part-time at the diner and maybe somewhere else as well. At least like secretary or cashier considering I don’t have the skills to help at the other aspects of the businesses here.”

Mic nods: “Well, that sounds good. After all you won’t have to worry too much about money with the rent being Shinso’s responsibility and you do need the time to work on your real career. But hey...”

Mic puts a gentle hand on Lizelle’s shoulder so she focuses on him.

“... Don’t go throwing yourself out there and stressing yourself out too much. I know you and I know that’s what you’ll do. You are away from your family. You have no one to prove yourself to here and us to support you. And don’t listen to those negative little voices inside your head because you know those are your family’s words and thoughts, not your own.”

Lizelle smiles and gives Mic a hug: “Thanks Papa Mic.”

The two finish up and retire for the night. Everything here is perfect...

A little too perfect.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

When the knock on the door finally came, it wasn’t Roman or Abe waiting for Jorah.

“Tennyson?” he asked curiously, seeing the hoard of toddlers at the man’s feet. “Where’s Roman? He always brings the kids.”

Tennyson shrugged.

“Lucy told me that he had a doctor’s appointment and to ‘get off my ass and do something to earn a place in her house’, so here I am.”

Jorah winced as Tennyson gestured angry air quotes to mock Lucy. That certainly sounded like his best friend. Lucy had taken the Rivales house by storm and she wasn’t even married yet. It was Valerian’s opinion that she was the reason Emilia didn’t want to move home, either because she didn’t want to be around Lucy, or because she was pleased with the iron fist Lucy ruled over her family with, but didn’t want to live under it. Either way, Tennyson did what Lucy told him to do and Jorah couldn’t fault him for that. He too did his best not to anger his friend.

“Well, it’s nice to see you,” Jorah said politely. “Thank you for bringing the toddlers.”

“Oh, I have a stray kid for you too,” Tennyson replied, gesturing to someone to step closer to the door. “Apparently Roman promised him some community service hours or something. I was just told to bring him.”

A tall teenager shyly moved past Tennyson and smiled at Jorah. He craned his head to see who was in the house, and immediately fell to his knees in a bow that looked incredibly rehearsed.

“Your Highness,” he said respectfully, ignoring Jorah completely. “My name is Mark and I’m here to volunteer to look after the children of our small community. Community service is a passion of mine and these kids are the precious future of Arkhelios who need to be protected. Thank you for your interest in our community. Please let me know if there is anything I can assist you with while you visit.”

Maura paused for moment, clearly taken aback by this overly passionate teen.

“How much of that speech did Roman write?” she asked kindly, watching the teen react to her guess. “It’s okay. You recited it well. It was very moving.”

She shared a bemused look with her wife, who was also unsurprised to learn the author of the brief speech.

“I asked him for some advice,” Mark confessed. “I want to do something important when I get older and he said that you might be able to help. Maybe you have a position for me somewhere, or have some advice?”

“You’re Adam and Darcy’s son, right?” Ulyssa asked, and Mark nodded enthusiastically. “Give me some time, Mark. I think we can find something for a hard worker like you to do.”

She leaned closer to her bewildered wife.

“He’s Roman’s cousin. One of the more normal Bellamys. I’ll talk to Roman later, but he seems like a good kid. I’m sure we can find something for him to help us with.”

Maura nodded her approval.

“Young man, you can interview for a position with me by demonstrating your dedication to raising the future citizens of Arkhelios,” she said. “Show me your passion for public service and I’ll see what I can find for you.”

“Yes!” Mark exclaimed excitedly, then realized that he’d been too eager. “I mean, yes, thank you. I will.”

In the excitement of Mark’s speech, Valerian managed to escape to the nearest hallway where he could compose himself. Jorah wasn’t far behind him.

“Hey, Val, it’s okay,” he murmured while rubbing his husband’s back. “Things are okay. Everyone’s focused on the princesses; we’re too boring to notice. We’ll get through this.”

“I’m glad it’s not Roman who came,” Valerian replied, still not moving from his position against the wall. “You should have married him.”

‘Trust me, I tried,” Jorah joked, stroking his husband’s hair softly. “Roman’s not the guy for me though. I’d much rather have you. You’re smart and funny and you always know what to say to make me feel better. Roman could never measure up to you.”

“Look at how many kids he has,” Valerian groaned. “It’s all so easy for him. Your sister too. She doesn’t even want her kid, and she’s already planning on more with her wife. We’ve been trying for months now, and we couldn’t even keep the one pregnancy we managed to have. What are we doing wrong? If you had married Roman, you’d have the house filled with kids by now. It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Jorah agreed quietly. “It’ll happen for us, we just have to keep trying. Adam said this might take a while, but it can happen. We have options and we’re going to work with them.”

“Your grandmother wants little Durant heirs. She hasn’t exactly been subtle about it.”

“Forget about my grandmother,” Jorah replied, sighing heavily. “She can always bother Cindra to replace me, but I know Cindra. She’s not going to put up with the demands of being a family heir. She’s a lot like Nathan in that way. The Helios family is going to be a mess once he gets his hands on it. We’ll figure this out. It just might take a little time.”

Mark had grown up in a house filled with children of varying ages, so keeping an eye on a small group of toddlers was nothing. He expertly entertained them, and worked with them on nursery rhymes that his parents had taught him. Maura didn’t have a job for him that required looking after children, but she’d still been impressed with his patience and dedication. She assumed that Roman was only trying to help out a family member by pulling some strings, and not making a statement about why there were no children in her own home. If there was a sinister reason for this impromptu job interview, she couldn’t figure it out.

What on earth could she find for a young teenager in a completely different country to do though? It had been Roman’s scheme to begin with, she would just tell him that she approved of his candidate and for him to figure something out for her to approve of later. Honestly, that man must think that she had all the free time in the world. She’d have to send him a copy of her full schedule one day to remind him of the complexity of royal life. His duties as Adrian’s husband had been difficult enough for him; he had no idea of what being the crown princess entailed.

At lest her brief time spent in Arkhelios gave her the opportunity to spend time with her cousin’s children. Adrian and his immediate family had been mourned at every family dinner they’d held since their deaths. Maura’s mother seemed quieter since her brother died, though she would never admit it to her daughter. If death could come for the young and the innocent in their family, it could come swiftly to any one of them. The queen hadn’t said much about the loss of her grandson and his family, but there had been enough pointed looks shared with Maura that she couldn’t ignore. Maura was married now and if one branch of their family tree had been severed, Maura had better get a start on growing her own to compensate.

“You look so much like your father,” Maura whispered, tickling Luciana softly. “He’d be so proud of you. You and your sister will become beautiful duchesses when you grow up, I know it. Just be sure to give your dad hell when you’re older; he deserves it.”

Jorah returned to the living room just in time to watch his sister pick up her daughter. Ulyssa had been milling around the room, delaying the inevitable for several minutes. Now that Valerian was composing himself in their room, Jorah’s full attention could be given to his sister.

He always loved being Ulyssa’s right hand sibling, and supporting her through the ups and downs of her complicated life, but for the first time in his life he was in need of help. It would be nice to have Ulyssa wonder why he and his husband were so quiet and always leaving to compose themselves so that they didn’t bring the mood of the room down. Just once, Jorah wished that he could be the one who had the sympathies of Arkhelios. People like Lucy, Roman and Ulyssa were the shining stars lighting Arkhelios and he was just Jorah. The best he could hope for was to attach himself to someone important, just like Abe did with Roman and his sister. Completely on his own, Abe was just as dull as Jorah was. Maybe when his father died and Jorah took full control of their family, he could carve out a place in Arkhelios for him and Valerian.

“She looks like Lucy,” Ulyssa remarked, staring at every inch of Noelle to find a resemblance to herself. “I don’t think she looks like me at all.”

“I think she looks a lot like you when you were a baby,” Jorah replied coolly, letting his feelings colour his voice. “She’s a little kid, I’m sure her face will change as she ages and maybe the resemblance will be stronger. She’s still your kid. Lucy made that perfectly clear and I wouldn’t suggest that you challenge that idea if you want to make it home in one piece.”

“No, I believe you. It’s just...she looks like Lucy. I always pictured her as a little clone of me, I guess. This is Lucy’s daughter.”

Jorah rolled his eyes. If his sister mentioned Lucy’s name in complete bewilderment again, he was going to scream.

Yes, she looks like Lucy because you slept with Lucy. It’s not rocket science. Just come out and say that you don’t want her in your life because she looks like her mom. I’m sick of coddling you when you’re my older sister. Go back to your perfect life and leave me and Lucy to deal with your mess.

“She seems pretty smart,” Ulyssa remarked, trying to run through the same nursery rhyme as Mark. “She might have my passion for music with a wail like that.”

Ulyssa stared into the eyes of this little girl who was supposed to be her daughter. None of the sappy feelings Jorah always talked about or the protectiveness Roman always felt for Theo seemed to happen. She stared and she stared and nothing sparked in her like she’d always imagined it would. Was it because Ulyssa had missed her birth and early life and the parental connection had just never formed? Ulyssa saw nothing of herself in this toddler, just Lucy’s eyes and nose and smile. This was Lucy’s daughter, not hers.

Ulyssa shot a nervous glance at her brother, who was currently glaring daggers at her. Could he tell that she was desperately faking her enthusiasm? This made her a bad person, didn’t it? Maura didn’t seem to think so, but then maybe she’d only told her wife that it was okay to feel nothing because Maura assumed she’d love Noelle enough to take home with them immediately. People like Kamalani didn’t love their children. People like her mother cut their kids out of their lives.

Oh my god, I’m just like my mother! Jorah can see right through me, he knows I’m like her! I’m a terrible person! Who doesn’t immediately love their own kid? Don’t start hyperventilating or he’ll say something about this. He won’t stop looking at me! Fuck off already, Jorah!

On the floor beside her, Ulyssa’s phone buzzed loudly, indicating that she had a text message to read. She caught the name of the sender before the screen went dark once more.

It’s from Roman! What are the chances that he’ll have some emergency that I have to go solve for him? Maybe this “doctor’s appointment” is really code for demonic danger. I should call him back immediately.

“Oh, I have to call Roman back,” she lied, standing and subconsciously putting as much distance as she could between her and her daughter. “He has that doctor’s appointment, remember? This could be important.”

Ulyssa was gone from the room before Jorah could even ask a follow up question. He sighed helplessly, looking at his niece on the floor. It was definitely looking like he could tell Lucy not to worry about a custody battle in the future.

[mariestudio]

Heyyy! Just wanted to say that sorry for inactivity 💔 School is killing me XD (Help) But uhhh ye, I’m still working on the horror ARG, I just need time xd. But anyways, I’m also working on other things, such as these writing pieces I’ll start posting on here (and also art :v) of the ocs I made with my bf, @smolsnek09, so if u want to read the oc lore then you’re on the right place!!

Now, I’ll shut up and let u read XDD

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Your Time To Shine! Or Maybe Not.

It all happened at the grand ball. The company organized that whole event for one reason, introducing the new models of mechas to the world, or at least, to the ones who were allowed to witness it. They had to make it look like they were just a normal tech company and nothing more…

The musicians then started playing classical music around the place, it echoed through the halls. It was nice music, they enjoyed it. Everyone was there, the CEO, the evil vers, the rest of the people that had something to do with this, the new models, everyone. This kind of events didn’t happen much, but they were quite fun to be at, if the company liked you, that is. If they didn’t, they either didn’t invite you or made sure you wouldn’t assist any of the following ones.

But there was something that everyone had in common…and it was that nobody in the castle knew that the heroes were there too! They had gone undercover.

The music then got quiet as the CEO started to speak. He cleared his throat and then gave his speech.

“Good evening, everyone. We’re all here gathered today because of our new creations! The new models are called “N0 L1M1TS”. Why that name, you may be asking? Well, they’re called that because they’re unstoppable! They’re equipped with our latest gear and technology.” - He said proudly. People started cheering and clapping as they saw how the models looked like.

The first one was a yellow cyborg, it had a bow and an arrow, what was special with this one was that their arrows could be equipped with various substances and they could also multiply. Its attack speed would make sure nothing came in their way.

The second one had an aquamarine color. This one wasn’t a cyborg, it was a robot. This one included a chainsaw that could cut throw any strong material. It had the power to oneshot someone if the target was cough off guard.

The third one wasn’t a mecha nor a cyborg, they were just a test subject for the new equipment. They were displaying a flame thrower, this flame thrower didn’t only burn, but it disintegrated everything it burned without even leaving ashes as evidence. It was a great weapon.

Everyone looked at the new models, their mouths wide open, the enhanced gear would definitely be able to win battles. Everyone had their own enemies. This was surely a moment to celebrate. The CEO then finished his speech and went to the underground levels. Nobody saw him going there, not even the hero on the upper level.

The CEO felt like something was wrong, he thought he had heard something on the underground levels of the factory. He decided to go check on it. He thought that perhaps it could have just been the patrol mechas, but he then realized that they were designed to make as little noise as possible.

He quickly went down the elevator. Once he was in the underground level, he checked every spot, but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He sighed and went to his office. He went inside and sat down on his chair, grabbing his coffee and drinking it.

Meanwhile, GR33NH34RTZ was trying to access the office, completely unaware of who was inside of it. The CEO then heard someone calling him through the phone, it was one of the new models.

“What?! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” - The CEO answered the phone angrily.

“Sorry, boss. But there’s something going on in here! Some patrol mechas have reported gear missing! They haven’t found the culprit yet!” - The one with a chainsaw said, clearly nervous about his boss’s tone.

“What?!” - he sighed frustratingly, “You know what? Stay where you are with the rest, I think I know who the culprit is. Be prepared.” - He finished.

“Understood, boss.” - He said and went to tell the other models.

The CEO had an idea on who the culprit could be, he could hear a door trying to be opened, so, as the gentleman he is, he didn’t want to keep the guest waiting, so he opened the door.

He saw exactly who he thought would be the responsible for the missing stuff. He saw her grabbing the map, but he didn’t say anything. He was waiting for the best time to attack.

He saw her being about to get out of the room. It was time. He pulled a lever and the door closed, making her jump.

“Who’s there!” - She asked.

She then saw him turning around in his chair.

“Well, well, well, didn’t you learn that stealing is bad while you were here?” - He asked with a sinister smile. “Didn’t we teach you all actions have consequences?” - He finished.

“Get away from me! You will not hurt me anymore!” - She exclaimed.

He then stood up and pointed a gun towards her. “Are you sure? I’ll make sure you and the other pest won’t make it out alive.” - He said.

“You will not hurt him! I won’t let you hurt us! You’re despicable. I hate you.” - She said, rage building up inside her.

“Die.” - He said while firing the gun. He then saw he managed to dodge the bullet, along with the following ones. He pressed a button to warn everyone in the place as he saw her leaving the place.

“S3r-P3nt! We have to get out of here! He knows we’re here! Everyone does!” - She yelled through the Walkie Talkie as she went to the upper level as fast as she could.

“I’m taking care of it! But there’s too many! Get ready for battle!” - He said while shooting enemies.

She reached the upper level, she saw everyone fighting, including their evil versions and the new models. She immediately joined S3r-p3nt. They then started attacking together, along with their pets.

The CEO then took this as an opportunity. “Attack!” - He yelled at the new models. This was their time to shine.

The new models then saw the place falling apart as explosions could be heard, blood could be seen in big quantities, and people were trying to escape. They didn’t waste anymore time and started attacking the heroes, just how their boss had told them to do.

“You’re dying here!” - 3ye5 yelled at S3r-P3nt while attacking with his gear.

“That’s what you always say!” - He yelled back as he hit him first.

It was the typical fight with the evil versions, until…They were taken by surprise! The new models attacked them from behind! They grabbed them by the arms, restraining them. The evil versions then landed a kick on their faces.

“So that’s what we always say, huh? Maybe it’ll become true tonight then.” - H4unTedDoll said while laughing.

GR33NH34RTZ then felt an arrow slightly pierce her cheek, it was one of the new model’s weapon. She immediately started moving around, trying to break free from the restraint she was currently in.

S3r-P3nt then felt something incredibly hot next to him. It was fire. It was from the other new model.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you, GR33NH34RTZ.” - H4unTedDoll said while tightening her grip on the restraint. “Move and he dies, you choose.” - She continued while smiling at her.

“You little-“ - She cut her off. “Shut your mouth, will you? As you can see, everyone is ready to end you. You two have gained quite some enemies.” - She said in a teasing tone.

They then noticed that their pets were missing. They looked at each other and noticed something, their pets had electrocuted everyone!

“Are you sure about that? Because from what we’re seeing, you’re about to become a broken doll.” - S3r-P3nt said.

“Huh? What are yo- AH!” - She was then hit by the heroes’ pets, she immediately fell to the floor, freeing her from her restraint. They did the same with 3ye5 before he could do something. Our heroes are now back into the battlefield.

They threw bombs, attacks, the new models used their equipment at full power. Punching, kicking, slapping, broken glass, and explosions could be heard and seen all over the place, the heroes were winning this battle. The new models were on the floor. Their bow and arrows’ speed was nothing compared to S3r-P3nt’s speed with his new equipment, he changed it during battle to enhance his abilities. The fire could do nothing against the pets and their water powers. It also didn’t help that the one with a chainsaw…let’s just say that it didn’t last much.

“This place is about to explode!” - GR33NH34RTZ and S3r-P3nt celebrated.

“Not if we beat you first!” - The new models yelled. “This battle is now between you two and us. You think you can come here and steal our spotlight? Nonsense! Die!” - They said as they attacked them, their rage was immeasurable.

“Get off me!” - GR33NH34RTZ said furiously. She was fighting with both the guy with a half-functioning chainsaw and the one with the flame thrower. She had several cuts from the chainsaw, but she wouldn’t leave S3r-P3nt to fight alone.

“You know, GR33NH34RTZ? What if we throw our final attack? You know, the kaboom one?” - S3r-P3nt asked her.

“You never have bad ideas, let’s do this!” - She said with determination as they then jumped while grabbing their pets. GR33NH34RTZ then threw a bomb, Pipe and Jelly using their abilities to charge it, then S3r-P3nt using one of the artifacts to enhance its power.

“Lights! Camera! Action!” - They yelled together as the final attack blew the entire place up, they then jumped through the window and used an umbrella as a parachute.

The rest of the people evacuated the place. The evil versions fell to the ground after the impact of the explosion, the same thing happened with the new models. Maybe it hadn’t been their time to shine. They all saw their good versions disappearing behind the castle while cheering and smiling. This first mission had been a complete failure. Everyone left, including the evil versions.

The evil versions didn’t worry as much considering they hadn’t equipped much gear because of the kind of event it was. This caught everyone off guard. The ones who were left were some of the patrolling mechas and the CEO, along with the new models.

“Boss, our most sincere apologies, but we couldn’t defeat them. This took us all surpri-“ - One of them couldn’t finish their sentence, the CEO grabbed them by the collar of their shirt.

“Mechas! Restrain them!” - The CEO yelled as the mechas then confiscated their gear and grabbed them. They were now unable to move.

“Wait! What are you doing?!” - One of them asked, panicking.

“I’m doing what has to be done to failures like you three!” - He yelled as he slapped their face. “This was an event to showcase what our new inventions could do, and you have the audacity to fail when the opportunity for you to shine is right in front of you!? Do you know how bad this is for the company?! Reconstructing this place will take thousands of dollars, including the labs those pests left in shambles! Mechas, take them away! Make sure they receive what they deserve!” - He couldn’t stop yelling, he was furious. The thought of the company’s reputation being damaged sent shivers down his spine, he had to make sure they understood that they couldn’t fail. “Make sure they understand what happens if they fail…” - He finished with a sinister grin.

The of them were speechless. They were shaking and didn’t even want to think about what they were about to go through. They were then dragged all the way to the labs that hadn’t been damaged in a different location. They were thrown and locked up in a room. It was a dark room, the only source of light it had was a flickering light on the ceiling. It didn’t have any furniture, aside from three surgical beds and some weapons. It didn’t look good.

They were terrified by now. They didn’t have their gear with them anymore since it had been all confiscated earlier. They were left defenseless. Some other mechas and lab workers came into the room. They then chained them down to the surgical beds. They tried to free themselves, but the grip of the chains was too strong. They couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

The only thing they saw was how the mechas and lab workers then started beating them. It only added to the pain of the already bleeding wounds from the fight back at the palace. The hits hurt and made their bodies ache with pain. They made the room suddenly turn to an extremely cold temperature. This made their bodies shake, making them feel weak. Insults could be heard coming from everyone’s mouths in the room, along with the new model’s own screaming. The lab workers also used this opportunity to test new weapons on them, one of them being a taser, but this wasn’t any normal taser, this taser was like a leech, just sink it into the skin and watch your enemy suffer.

And they did exactly that…

The pain went on for hours, making them lose their consciousness eventually. When they woke up again, the CEO was the first thing they saw. There was blood in his uniform and he was holding a knife. Pain immediately went rushing through the models’ bodies as they regained consciousness. They feared that he would do something else to them.

“Good morning, sleeping beauties. It’s been two days.” - He said with a laugh. They looked at him terrified.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not going to hurt you, the others were in charge of that” - He said with a serious tone, then smiled on that last part. “Help them up.” - He then said to the mechas before turning his head back to them. “Did you learn your lesson, dears? - He said with a soft voice.

“Yeah! W-we did! Please…we won’t do it again. We’re so sorry.” - They pleaded, coughing up blood.

“Oh my, don’t worry.” - He lifted their head up. “The medical bay is waiting for you three, repairs and healing.” - He said. He then pushed the model back to the ground, getting a soft sob out of them.

“Don’t look at me like that, this is you guy’s fault, after all. Now go, I don’t have all day.” - He finished saying, and with that, he left.

The rest of the mechas helped them up and took them to the medical bay. It was going to be a long day. They couldn’t fail again, or this would keep happening. For now, they were just gonna focus on the rest of their day and wait until they got their gear back…

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I hope you enjoyed reading this :] Tips r always welcomed!!

[theobsessiveloser18]

Maya Hart

So when we think of Maya Hart our mind is responsible for reminding us that she is Riley's best friend, but even the series knows that she is much more than that, which is why this section will not cover To Riley Matthews because although we love her, there is already an entire series focused on her relationship with Maya.

Headcanons of her with the other characters

In order according to wiki Girlmeetsworld.fandom.com

Katy Hart:

All of her art exhibitions have been specially dedicated to her, according to Maya: “For the woman who has sacrificed my entire life so that I have more than what she has obtained,Mom, you don't know how much I loved you before I could understand you, and now that I do, I love you more than we both could imagine."

Kathy has the main spot in the exhibition and whether or not she will appear in any painting or piece of art, once she started earning enough money to take her mother to ireland

Gammy Hart

Maya loves to Spend time with her and listen to her talk, she always has something interesting to tell her,she shows her memories and doesn't care if Maya checks them from time to time without telling her, she has given him some of her things, her granddaughter takes good care of them, when she comes back from the street she always treats her something To her grandmo.

Shawn Hunter

They do daddy-daughter things, watch TV together (any program the other wants), have breakfast, cook, go shopping, make fun of the fact that he can't help her with her homework, fish, try everything.The things that have happened and will happen for the simple fact that both are growing in the company they always wanted.

Farkle Minkus

Farkle always goes over his speeches with the girls, Riley is always positive, never critical, Maya couldn't care less but she still encourages him to be briefer, clearer, gives him ideas to be less nervous, and summarize a little, He is not ashamed to admit that thanks to the blonde's advice he has been closer to beating Smackle

Lucas Friar

Deep down, Maya is drawn to Lucas' Texan life (as if she had seen Toy Story and had always wanted to Watch the Woody's Roundup). So although she makes fun, she is the most dedicated during her visit to Texas, feeding the horses, taking care of the farm, learning to dance like them, loving what they eat, their activities, Lucas He taught her how to ride and some tricks, and to see if Happiness convinced him that even if the boys couldn't come, he would make sure to bring Maya to Texas.

Isadora Smackle

Maya is Smackle's assistant in science, chemistry and technology fairs and homework projects, why? Because it turns out that the girl likes it...yes, Maya Hart likes those subjects because Fun explosions are best along with 'toys' that work,Riley is her best friend and favorite companion. But with Smackle in a controlled manner, chaos happens.

Cory Matthews

One day Maya arrived when they were going to buy at the market so they recruited her, unlike Riley who aligned herself with Topanga where everything is strictly according to the list, instead on the Matthews side Auggie and her had fun, They can take whatever they want, the cart works as a cart, and the food samples are never enough ,they also had it and from that day on Cory personally made sure that she accompanied them

“Let's go to the market, baby."

Topanga Matthews

Maya loves her outfits, so she got her some. Riley tells her that she wears them at home all the time, and went so far as to participate in school plays just to wear them in public.

Zay Babineaux

It's a little strange to say and understand But the girl is his trainer (Basically she makes him do the same exercises as in school practice, but they have fun together) Furthermore She is like the president of the imaginary fan club and forces her friends to feel the spirit of the moment

“Move him, we're late!!” “And the t-shirts??, guys, don't make me nervous, where are the t-shirts??!" "I've been writing to you all week about them for this?!! “...No way, Friar buy some and make sure they have Zay's number, Minkus Get the camera ready, separate our place and those of the rest, and Matthews... the food is on you”“Listen to me friend, I'm not going to repeat it twice, it's our friend's game, it's our place, our school, and not even your mom would pay to see them, if I were you I'd run away little muscles"

Auggie Matthews

If for some reason the Matthews have to go out without him, Maya will stay with him, and they both love that, Auggie says she is the best Nanny in the world after Mrs. Svorski.

Ava Morgensterns

Maya has practically become her older sister, sometimes Ava's mother asks her to help her with her homework.

Eric Matthews

She and Riley love going to his office and helping him with his important papers. Maya is his favorite secretary since they both consider that they share the same academic neuron.

Joshua Matthews

They begin to philosophize about literally anything (Maya plays, Josh takes it more seriously).

PD:I feel like Maya would be the type that doesn't want to get married, and Josh doesn't see a problem with it, maybe a small meaningful anti-traditional ceremony before moving in together (Not all couples get married Disney,Show that!!!

I hope you enjoyed the insight with Maya Hart

[yeonchi]

2023 In Review: Friend Pill Year

Storyline skit Part 1

Azuma Yeonchi stumbled back to his studio, accompanied by his faithful assistants, Alec and Shanna of the Tandy Computer Whiz Kids. "Damn it! How could that piece of shit defeat me? How could he have been the Kwisatz Haderach? He managed to defeat one of my sponsor families, the most prestigious in the metropolis, and now he's bankrupted my entire fortune and effectively cancelled me. If only I did more research before putting money into that piece of shit- Gahh!"

"My lord!" Alec and Shanna gasped.

Azuma managed to recover his composure. "Oh, I'm fine. Being a toxic secret final boss isn't doing me any good. Still, I never thought a lowly delivery driver would actually be the Kwisatz Haderach. At least being cancelled this time isn't so bad this time around. I remember the days of the Content Cop, who sacrificed himself for our free speech and expression."

It was then that Shanna got a message on her iPhone 12 Pro Max, featuring the Apple A14 Bionic Chip, 512 GB of storage and four cameras for various angles. "Hey, it's from the Kwisatz Haderach. He says he's giving Radio Shack back to us along with some of our assets."

Azuma suddenly bellowed, "What the hell do I need that for?"

Alec pointed out, "Well, Radio Shack used to be Tandy Computers and Shannah and I used to be its disciples, but when you defeated us and took us under your wing, you turned Radio Shack into a combination of Micro Center and Circuit City by selling computer parts and home appliances."

"Yeah, because I so wanted a store that's a mix of Jaycar, Centre Com and Harvey Norman. I kid, I actually did want a store like that." Azuma let out a brief sigh. "Oh well, maybe it's time to take stock for the year. Alec and Shannah, I want a full audit of our current assets. I'm going to do the Year in Review post."

"Right!" cheerfully said Shanna. "A gaming computer with an AMD Ryzen 5 5600X CPU and AMD Radeon RX 6600 XT GPU may be overkill for office work, but it sure does the job!"

Alec added, "Plus, with the magic of Google Drive, we can work on the audit together! You take the Ryzen gaming computer and I'll take the other gaming computer with an Intel Core i5 12600K CPU and Nvidia GeForce RTX 3060 Ti GPU!"

Alec and Shanna went off to do their work, leaving Azuma in the studio.

Well, 2023 has been a year. With the pandemic mostly subsided and my personal project officially ended, I was finally able to find the time to do the things I wanted to do, only to commit myself to another project and end up in development hell for most of the year. I know the feeling. Still, I've been able to streamline my projects so that I can balance what I want to do with what I need to do, even if it takes a long time to complete. Let's get right into it.

Doctor Who and Kisekae Insights

This year, I finally completed Doctor Who 10 for 10 in preparation for the 60th Anniversary. It took longer than I originally intended (like always), but it was completed in the first half of the year.

The 60th Anniversary Specials were pretty good, a return to form for Doctor Who, however the bi-generation at the end of The Giggle was what killed the show for me. It's so bad that I had to do a crossover between that review and Kisekae Insights. You can read my full rant in Kisekae Insights #37 - it's directly taken from my review so you don't have to wade through all the fluff and spoilers. To sum up, if the bi-generation was just between David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa then it would be fine, but RTD had to open his big mouth and suggest that all of the Doctor's incarnations bi-generated as well. It's not as bad a retcon than the Timeless Child, but it is up there.

Although I said before that I was going to review RTD2 to see how politics (The Message) would be handled compared to the Chibnall era, I've decided to step back from making reviews. Aside from the reasons I detailed previously, the reviews do take time to write, particularly with how they've devolved into plot summaries with riffs in between before going into rants and general thoughts, some major developments warranting longer rants than others. With the Ncuti Gatwa era set to be a reboot (the intended Series 14 now being known as Season 1), it was a good opportunity to fully remove myself emotionally from the series and spend time on other important projects, if not using that time to play Koei Warriors games in preparation for that retrospective.

Oh, by the way, I watched the Christmas Special. It was cringe, to say the least. RTD quadrupled down on the Timeless Child (loosening the rules, more like loosen up my ass lmao), the club song the Doctor was dancing to didn't even match the mood (even the footage in the trailer felt better than the actual episode) and frankly, the less said about that musical number the better. Okay, maybe you can argue that the Doctor was abandoned and adopted on Gallifrey as he grew up (not as the Timeless Child), but let's not pretend we don't know what RTD was paralleling with Ruby's backstory. I would've given the special a 2/10 if I was still doing reviews.

There were a couple of things I didn't get to put into the reviews due to time constraints; the first one is this popular headcanon of how the Eleventh Doctor visits Donna one final time at her deathbed and gives her back her memories before she passes on. Of course, with what transpired in The Star Beast, this headcanon is now dead and for the better, to be honest.

The second thing is a little discussion about the current state of international distribution of Doctor Who, particularly in Australia now that the ABC is no longer running new episodes of the series (however at the time of writing, The Runaway Bride and A Christmas Carol are currently up on iView, so maybe the ABC still has rights to the revived series as they were replaying it on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights on ABC TV Plus from July 2022 to August 2023).

On Foxtel, there was a pop-up channel running episodes of Doctor Who 24/7 for November while Fox Sci-Fi is still doing reruns all over the place daily (but that's what Foxtel tends to do, they'll put on a few episodes of a show in a timeslot, if not a day). As for streaming, Stan appears to have all the new series episodes and specials, along with the TV movie, Dreamland, a reconstructed TV movie of Shada and Torchwood. Binge only appears to have Series 4 to 12 without the specials (but Revolution of the Daleks is on there for some reason). And don't get me started on Amazon Prime, it's all over the place.

In the US, the classic series is available on BritBox (where it is already gone in Australia) while the revived series is available on Max. In the UK, all episodes, spinoffs and other content are available on Whoniverse through BBC iPlayer (I hear the full versions of Doctor Who Confidential are available as well). Finally, all episodes of the RTD2 era and beyond can be watched internationally on Disney+. As for Ireland, well, they're in a black spot because the BBC's deal with Disney means that the BBC will retain broadcasting rights in the UK and Ireland, but iPlayer cannot be used in Ireland. Just what has Ireland done to the UK that has warranted this kind of treatment- oh, right.

Kisekae Insights started up again in September this year as I finally got to do the My Little Pony segments, then just as I was about to do Gokaiger, I threw a curveball to myself and changed to doing a couple of Doctor Who instalments this month for the 60th Anniversary, one of them being the aforementioned rant about the bi-generation. However, you'll be glad to know that the fourth run will continue through the early months of 2024, so stay tuned for more instalments.

Sea Princesses and Combo Rangers

The 20th anniversary of Sea Princesses is coming in October 2024 and long story short, I still haven't done half of the main story. I have a vague outline for it, but I'm just stuck on the details. At this point, I'm hoping for Fabio Yabu to have something related to Sea Princesses planned just so I have an excuse to delay it.

Otherwise, the two stories I have planned for the side story saga have been fully published and are available on Fanfiction.net. In case you haven't seen, both stories revolve around the character of Dinho, the Blowfish Prince, who as you may know, was given a character design and biography in the official sources, yet was not featured in the animated series.

The Guardians is, of course, a redux of the animated series episode rewritten to prominently feature Dinho with an extended ending. The Successors is a creepypasta based off a comic premise from Liamasterink; from what he told me on Discord, the book series princes and princesses were killed in an accident with the Drylanders, so the kings and queens decided to have new children who would become the princes and princesses of the animated series. Because genetics do not work that way, I took that premise and changed it so that the new children would be clones of the originals instead.

As for my decision to set The Successors in a parallel universe - people may say that the multiverse is an overused cliche (that's only an excuse to milk nostalgia and provide alternate takes on plot points), but as a fan of Doctor Who and Kamen Rider (because Shinichiro Shirakura insists that every Rider series is set in its own universe), parallel universes and alternate dimensions are second nature in my writing. I should also point out that the main story of the 20th anniversary is set in a separate universe to the one in my personal project, but there are elements based on it.

There was another side story I wanted to do that I excised from the main story, but I decided to put it on hold in order to focus on the main story and get it out of development hell. It was going to be a series of flashbacks based off scenes from a memetic Chinese drama that centred around a police investigation (it's also a partial piss-take on Yabu's ex-wife, like seriously, look at this and tell me that doesn't raise any red flags lmao). I might get back to it at some point, but I won't make any promises.

Liam finally got to publishing the first part of his Dinho comic, The Forgotten Prince of Salacia, earlier this month and I'm transcribing and translating it while waiting for the second part. And speaking of comics, I also translated a series from the year before, Young Love of Kings and Queens. I was going to publish the translation and review it but given the content in it, I decided not to. I will say this - have you ever heard of a seven-year-old kid being called a fuckboy? I was on the internet when Jacob Sartorious and Misha the Pokemon Go kid were on YouTube (and being made fun of by Leafy) and frankly, it doesn't surprise me one bit.

Late this year, I launched Sea Princesses: Into the Liamverse, sharing OCs created by Liam and his fans in the renaissance that were posted on YouTube Community posts. It also acts as a link repository because Liam creates so many Community posts that older ones become inaccessible the further you scroll down and there's no way to go to a specific month or year. It's an issue with YouTube and I wish they would fix it, but it's good to know that the links still work and don't expire.

Anyway, if you directly translated the YouTube Community posts, you might see that there are some differences to my posts. As I explained in the first instalment, the posts have been cleaned and abridged in translation, plus there is extra editing from me done for various reasons such as making sense of things, connecting each instalment better or just jazzing up the thing in general.

I took a break from the Liamverse posts in December to focus on the Doctor Who reviews and Kisekae Insights instalments, but I've got a few lined up for January. Spoiler alert, the next few instalments aren't about any princes or princesses.

By the way, the Liamverse to the renaissance is basically Liam and his fans as that is what their group calls themselves; Vicent Kazamata is doing a bunch of TTS/Loquendo videos featuring them. The Liamverse to me may or may not be pretty much the same, but with a distinct focus on OCs and not personas.

In May this year, I translated and reviewed the other two Combo Rangers Universe graphic novels, enclosing them in storyline segments that saw me facing multiple clones of Polvina from another universe.

"No you didn't, you cowered in your studio doing reviews while other people dealt with the Polvina clones for you!" Am I not allowed to realise when some beings are too strong for me to fight and let other people help me?

But anyway, if you haven't seen, Liam shared his take on the Combo Rangers and they are the next instalments for Into the Liamverse. Another version of the Combo Rangers will be in the Sea Princesses 20th anniversary story, but don't expect anything much.

Speaking of Combo Rangers, let me tell you a few observations about the original series. Although all official sources are pretty much dead, some fans have created a site where all the Flash animations and old comic issues can be downloaded through 4shared links; although it says you need an account to download, you can just connect with your Facebook or Twitter account.

The Flash animations are provided in .exe files, meaning they can be viewed without needing to install software (there aren't any viruses, btw). Because of how Flash files are rendered, they upscale very easily on modern monitors, though if you have the window maximised or snapped to the side, there are elements that go out of the frame border. One of the ball phase episodes has errors which Yabu has detailed in a separate file.

The first three episodes of Phase Revolution are interesting as they are fully animated and voiced, which would be a nightmare if I was transcribing and translating them. Luckily though, much of it was adapted by JBC into a three-issue miniseries in 2000. Although Phase Revolution was cancelled with 14 episodes, Yabu has more or less outlined what would happen next, but with no sign of resolution.

And finally, as this page lists, the Combo Rangers series does have a multiverse known as the Yabuverse (you may have heard me mention it once or twice previously). Of note, the Flash animations, the JBC releases and the Panini releases are set in separate Yabuverses. Do the Sea Princesses book and cartoon continuities also count as Yabuverses as well? Yes.

Koei Warriors things

Unfortunately, due to the above factors, the rest of the proposed Koei Warriors content I wanted to do has been compounded with delays again, meaning that we may not be able to get to it for some time yet.

For some time, I was unable to play Warriors Orochi Z on PC or Dynasty Warriors Godseekers on my PS3 emulator because it would crash, but I was eventually able to play them; the former turned out to be an encoder associated with a media converter getting in the way while the latter was fixed with an RPCS3 update that fixed the crash issues. I played Dynasty Warriors 9 and Samurai Warriors 5 as well; DW9 was a drag while SW5 was alright even if it was a bit lacking.

At this stage, the games I still won't be able to review properly are Dynasty Warriors Next for the PS Vita (because it still doesn't run smoothly on Vita3K and the lack of front/back touch control handling) and Jan Sangoku Musou for the PS2 (because I don't know shit about mahjong, let alone Japanese mahjong, and I can't say the actual name of it without making an old Superwog joke). Samurai Warriors Katana is also a game I don't expect to review properly because of its reliance on the Wii Remote and Nunchuk, however I will watch gameplay footage of all 3 games and do whatever I can.

For those of you who are still waiting for me to do the reviews, please be patient as I will get to them eventually. Right now, I'm working on the redux of Warriors Orochi: The Recollective, a series I originally created in 2015 to expand Warriors Orochi Z to characters from DW8E and SW4-II, expand the Orochi story and create original stories for Jin. After that, I also hope to work on the Dynasty Warriors Weapon Moveset Power Rankings, which is a project to create a tier list of weapon movesets from DW7 and 8 (the less said about 9 the better). I've also created a bunch of lists that I might look into posting, I dunno.

IRL things

I got corona earlier this year and I was out for about a week. However, what I didn't tell you back then was that my dad wasn't so lucky because he had complications for three weeks after that and he was admitted to hospital as a result. He got better, though.

Mum went on holiday in November so I went around to many different places on the weekends, then on the day I picked her up from the airport, I bumped my car into someone else's car at the pickup area. There was no serious damage, luckily, but that incident made me realise that I was completely burnt out and led me to my decision to stop reviewing the RTD2 era.

Also, I haven't been to the gym since after recovering from corona and I've become somewhat constipated (tmi honest content), so December has been about starting the journey to improving my health. In 2024, I hope to gradually eat less and burn fat. That's pretty much it.

Earlier this year, iDubbbz made a video apologising to all the people he made Content Cops on, particularly Tana Mongeau for saying the hard-r n-word to her at her show, memetic though it may have been. This is honestly sad because iDubbbz was calling Tana out on her hypocrisy, for getting so worked up at iDubbbz using the n-word when she had used it herself in the past, and also for embellishing her stories to make herself look like the victim while wishing harm upon iDubbbz. The ironic thing is that his video makes iDubbbz look like he is retracting his Content Cops when they were legitimate criticisms of the people he targeted; even Tana appears to have learnt from that experience, saying that she deserved to be cancelled and she didn't feel that she was owed an apology from him. iDubbbz's point in the Tana Content Cop about giving power to slurs is still relevant in current year when marginalised communities are talking about "taking back words" and making it so only certain marginalised communities can use those words and when SJWs are killing edgy humour in the name of social justice.

That being said, I have cancelled/exposed people before (particularly in regards to English dubs in Japanese games) and I don't owe anyone any apologies nor does anyone owe me an apology. I simply hoped that by exposing them publicly, people would learn to respect fans of English dubs and help fight for English and Japanese voice options in localisations of Japanese games, but there are times when people show that they have not and will not change. Also, I have used the n-word in both soft-a and hard-r forms before, particularly in relation to Hong Kong news and politics; given the state of things as they are now, I make no apology or retraction for my statements. My (edgy) humour has simply adapted to these new woke times (much as I am reluctant to do so) and frankly, I've found better things to invest my time and energy into.

(On a funnier note, iDubbbz made the Leafy Content Cop because his then-girlfriend, Anisa, wanted to sleep with Leafy but he rejected her, which is honestly sad in hindsight because the kids Leafy was "bullying" were kind of cringey back in the day tbh.)

I suppose I should also update you on the saga of my Year 7 Spanish teacher who got arrested for sexually abusing a student. She's currently serving 2.5 years in prison, eligible for parole after one year and she's also been disqualified from being a teacher again. That's it.

Onto politics now - Daniel Andrews has resigned as the premier of Victoria at the end of September, though the damage (amidst some benefits) he has brought remains. I heard that he resigned because of the Big Build projects blowing out and also because of a feud with unions over duck hunting of all things, which is absolutely fucking rich considering they stood with Andrews over vaccine mandates. I swear, tradies should just stick to building our homes and fucking their wives.

So anyway, our new premier is "Socialist Barbie" Jacinta Allan, though the only thing preventing her from going Dictator Dan 2.0 is the new vice-premier, Ben Carroll, who is from the right-wing faction of the Labor Party. Allan is still bearing the brunt of the budget blowouts even after cancelling the Airport Rail Link and the hosting of the 2026 Commonwealth Games. If you ask me, she should have cancelled the Suburban Rail Loop as well, because that bend just north of Glen Waverley looks so unsightly. I'd rather see it go to Chadstone after Burwood.

Queensland premier Annastacia Palaszczuk has resigned as well earlier this month. I don't know much about what happened in Queensland, but I get the impression she was the equivalent of Daniel Andrews there.

The Indigenous Voice to Parliament referendum was defeated, showing how people were sick of woke urbanites pandering to indigenous people in cities while indigenous communities in the outback continue to be neglected.

As for Hong Kong, Ukraine, Israel and Palestine? Frankly, the less said about them, the better. I'll feel sorry for Israel when they stop exporting their corporate attitudes to the rest of the world. That being said, our thoughts and prayers still need to go to the people caught in the crossfire, except if they're outright supporting the atrocities in which case fuck them lmao.

To finish off, seeing as we're still getting new variants to this day, here are some things not said during the pandemic that would have had more impact if I said them back then; forcing people to get vaccinated under the guise of "help your community or be an outcast" is discriminatory, and banning unvaccinated people from receiving medical care is even worse. It's one thing to prevent the unvaccinated from visiting their loved ones in hospital, but choosing not to give medical care to someone, who could potentially need it, just because they are unvaccinated, is another. This is also rich coming from hospitals whose nurses made dancing videos (in PPE, no less) on TikTok while there are people who are still on waiting lists for operations or care, not to mention the influx of people with severe corona conditions putting pressure on hospitals. I don't work in the healthcare sector and I could care less about whether people are vaccinated or not, but if you work in the healthcare sector and you agree with banning unvaccinated people from receiving medical care, then you need to shut the fuck up and do your fucking jobs.

Storyline skit Part 2

*RING RING RING*

Azuma's phone rang. It was Alec and Shannah calling from the office. "This better be important. I'm in the middle of a post here."

Alec said to Azuma, "My lord, you need to come into the office. The TRS-80 has activated."

Azuma retorted, "The TRS-80? I thought we agreed to put it in storage."

Shanna pleaded, "Look, can you please come over? There's something you need to see."

Azuma left his studio and went to the office. "Just what is so important that you have to call me in while I'm in the middle of a- woah." The TRS-80 Color Computer 3 was on and so was Azuma's workstation, running on overdrive; it had a Ryzen 7 5800X CPU and an Nvidia GeForce 3090 Ti GPU, something that some may call overkill for his purposes.

On the wall in front of them, images of potential futures were projected, each of them featuring Azuma in various antagonist roles being defeated by a figure that wasn't necessarily the Kwisatz Haderach, but someone similar; the Emperor of Xia, the Dragon Lord, the Hermit Healer, or the respective offspring of such figures. They were all like Chinese TikTok mini-dramas with rags-to-riches protagonists persevering over toxic, rich Asian douchebags that aren't comparable to the movie Crazy Rich Asians.

Azuma pointed at the screen in disbelief, nearly on the verge of tears. "Is... is that me? In all those futures? But... why?"

"I think this might be the work of the Kwisatz Haderach," said Alec.

"They say that the Kwisatz Haderach has the ability to see into the future of each and every reality. Maybe he's using his power to teach you a lesson," added Shannah.

Azuma tried to rationalise the situation with his facts and logic. "No. That's impossible. If I wanted to see the future I would use a vortex manipulator or a TARDIS. If I wanted to see different realities I would go to the Reading Room. That piece of shit couldn't have the power to show me all those futures. The Kwisatz Haderach is a fraud!"

"My lord... You used to tell everyone all those stories about yourself and how you regretted things when you were younger. Maybe it's time to face the truth and do some self-reflection," said Alec.

"He's got a point. Not everyone has to be right all the time," added Shannah.

"I've got just as much a point as that piece of shit does! Even those so-called 'anti-vaxxer cookers' are as right as me or him!" Azuma looked at the projections again and calmed down. "You're right. Seeing all this has made me realise how much of a douchebag I was in the past and never owned up to it."

"Are you talking about being toxic on the internet?" asked Shannah.

Azuma replied, "Oh no, it's not that, I've addressed that already and I don't give a shit about net spergs anymore. I was talking about me in the meta world, outside the Waifu Network and Koei Warriors rants and Kisekae Insights. Listen, I'm gonna need some time to reflect. Maybe it might be too late to return to the past, but this is the least I can do. Don't call me, I'll call you when I'm done."

"Yes, my lord," said Alec.

Azuma went back to the studio and sat back down.

Friend Pill Year

Gonna go meta for this part. Back in the tail end of high school and my early days of uni, I used to rant about my sad life to my friends on Facebook. However, with Facebook Notes shutting down in 2020 and my friends no longer caring about my content, I gradually switched my focus over to Tumblr, opening up about my life on the meta side. There was a troll who used to ridicule me for having no friends, but frankly, the troll was clearly butthurt back then so I just dismissed them like a newfag on 4chan and called it a day. While I won't give them the satisfaction of being correct, I will admit that I have very few, if any, real friends because I let my relationships stagnate and drop off.

Being neurodivergent, my definition of a friend was very broad, which includes people I've met at school or church. As I transitioned into adult life by getting a job, that definition has slightly bled over to include the team I work with. To most of those people, I've probably become someone who pisses them off because I have the gall to ask them for something when I never did anything for them after leaving school. Oh sure, they might remember me if I reminded them of who I was, but not everyone would recognise me on first glance.

My dad has shown concern of my lack of a social life at times. He's always telling me to connect with friends from school or at the very least, church. The problem is that I feel like I'm too old for the people at church and my old school friends are doing different things, like working overseas, studying, hanging out, even getting married and having children themselves. He's also pointed out the cousin dilemma I have - I have a few cousins who I'm kind of distant to despite my attempts to get closer to them back in the day. The main factor for this is that I live at least 20 km away from them and it was only quite recently that my family could join the rest of my relatives for monthly dinners.

Back in the day I had a lot of things I would prepare to show them when we met at family gatherings, but nowadays we just play on our phones (who doesn't). Bottom line is, it's easy for neurotypical people like my dad to tell a neurodivergent child like myself to connect with people, because every time he tells me this I say in my head, "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

Last year I went to a primary school reunion I was really looking forward to, as it was celebrating its 50th anniversary and I couldn't attend its 40th anniversary as I was still in school. Although none of the people I would have loved to see managed to make it, I managed to speak with a couple of people, but my Prep teacher didn't seem to recognise me and on top of that, nobody else from my cohort was there. The only piece of memorabilia from my cohort was a prose book that a few of my classmates participated in. One of the people I spoke with, a Grade 5/6 teacher who retired at the end of my Grade 5 year, encountered me recently and we managed to catch up for a little bit.

I haven't even mentioned my life on the internet up to now. Back when I was in high school, I sacrificed my social life to build my personal project and cultivate my niche interests, but now that I'm out of school and my social life has stagnated, my personal project and niche interests have become an escapist comfort zone, much as I hate to admit it. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the interaction and attention I get from fans and internet friends (particularly in recognition for my part in the Sea Princesses renaissance), it's just that they aren't the same as having friends in real life.

I've mentioned before about the person behind the Akari Ichigo character, how I hate her because she's a bitch and yet, I still have feelings for her despite that. Although I blocked her social media which have been set to private, I'll admit that I've digitally stalked her through her friends (if I had any chance with her back in the day I'll bet it'll all be shot if she were to know about this) and it's getting kind of unhealthy. From some of the stories I've seen, I think she may have a boyfriend but I have no concrete evidence to confirm this because stories or posts with her were rare occurrences (and even then I wonder what piece of shit would fancy her more than I ever could). It's gotten me so worked up that I have a storyline inspired by it in the works. I said before that I'd give her a flying punch to the face or a King Giri Giri Slash, but given how I haven't seen her since we graduated high school, maybe this could be a Kenzaki/Hajime situation where we can't meet each other again otherwise we would be forced to fight as the world ends around us.

My encounter with the Kwisatz Haderach (and all the TikTok mini-dramas he showed me) led me to realise that I was a bit of a douchebag to Akari and her friends at school. I know I've made friends who I thought were better than them, but sadly, I have to live with the regret that I could never get to know or be friends with the people who I really wanted to be friends with; the people I mocked when I barely knew much about them; the people I thought I was better than them because one of them didn't have the guts to reject me and say it to my face.

Miracles don't always happen to everyone and opportunities don't just come to you, you have to work hard for them to appear. I've long accepted that I'm not normal, I'm just having trouble coming to terms with it. But no matter what happens in the end, the people you cherished will always leave you for one reason or another and no Rider Kick will do anything but let those people know how wrong they were to abandon you when they no longer remember who you were before.

I've tried to say all I can so I can rush this out before the new year rolls in, but I'll leave you with one final thing. 社會你君子, the inspiration for Hideko Kimihara has published a book in collaboration with her mum about her and her family's experiences with autism. If you're a girl with autism then I hope this book will empower you because autism is rather different for girls than for boys. The book is called Tiny Wings: Our Journey with Autism and it's available on Amazon in both physical and digital forms. (I signed up for the pre-launch review list because I thought she was going to write something about me; she didn't, but the book was still good regardless.)

2023 was a good year for my projects. Let's keep the momentum going into 2024. Thank you for your support and I hope you'll continue to enjoy what my projects have to offer.

Storyline skit Part 3

Later, Azuma, Alec and Shanna went to the interdimensional café on the Voidstation for dinner.

As they ate, Alec asked Azuma, "You still think the Kwisatz Haderach is a fraud now?"

Azuma replied, "Honestly, who cares? I don't need to care about him or his world anymore. We're got projects to look forward to next year, so why don't we have a toast?"

"Hear, hear!" said Shanna. The three of them clinked their drinks.

After a little while, Azuma said, "You know, I haven't heard anything from Parker in Yabuverse PM10 for a while and I'm not sure what I should do. Things are getting quite tense over there."

"Can we phone him or something?" asked Shanna. "I'm sure the Voidstation will have interdimensional payphones."

Azuma replied, "We can't. Time and space have gone crazy around that part of the Void, so it'll be difficult to get a hold of him."

Alec suggested, "Maybe we could actually go into his universe and see if he could use our help."

"I don't want you guys to get involved in the war over there, at least not without the proper preparations. Besides, I think we need time to recover after the fight with the Kwisatz Haderach. Anyway, 2024 is going to be a new year. Let's finish eating and get back to the office as soon as we can," said Azuma.

"Right!" Alec and Shanna beamed before the three of them went back to eating.

Regardless of whether the Kwisatz Haderach or the rich Asian douchebags were fans of them, Azuma and his team would continue to make content for the Yeonchi Network just as they did before, because the most important thing in this world isn't riches, power, fame, reputation or status; it's doing the things you love, maintaining your health and being the best that you can be.

THE END

[goshiki-kun]

𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬.

── ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴꜱ.

Seems like you've caught someone's eye– question is, how will they catch yours?

featuring: sawamura daichi, oikawa tōru, kuroo tetsurō, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto kōtarō, and kita shinsuke.

content warning: none.

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KARASUNO — SAWAMURA DAICHI

✦ His love language is acts of service.

✦ Like, seriously, he just really wants to help you out in any way he can– that's just how he expresses his affection, platonic or not.

✦ Do you have a problem? No matter what it is, you can always bet that Sawamura's gonna be there to lend a helping hand (if you want one, of course).

✦ Sawamura knows to give you space to figure things out, but if he sees that you're seriously struggling and still refusing his assistance, he's going to give you a speech about how needing help isn't a weakness. Yeah, sorry, he's still going to be a dad whether or not you're his crush.

✦ He knows you're fully capable on your own, but he also just wants to show you that he's reliable and there when you need him.

✦ Plus, if you're carrying something heavy, he might get to show off how strong he is.

“Don't worry about it– I've always got your back. If you ever need something, let me know.”

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AOBA JOHSAI — OIKAWA TŌRU

✦ Let's get this out of the way– we all know that Oikawa is going to flirt with you. A lot. That's just how he is naturally, which probably means that you won't think twice about it.

✦ Still, he is going to use his words to do more than just make you flustered; while that's fun and all, he does actually want you to know how he sees you.

✦ He's also going to write you letters, notes, and maybe even poetry, and sneak them in your locker. Oikawa being Oikawa, however, he's going to sign all of them as “your secret admirer” to leave you guessing.

“Huh, they still haven't fessed up, have they? You know, if they don't hurry up and ask you out, I'll do it for them!”

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NEKOMA — KUROO TETSURŌ

✦ “Hey, you come around here often?” “...Kuroo-san, this is the cafeteria.”

✦ Like Oikawa, Kuroo is someone who uses his words; unlike Oikawa, he prefers to make you laugh and smile more than anything else.

✦ To him, your smile is a really precious sight, and your laughter is better than any music he's ever heard. Is that something he actually tried to say to you? Yes. Did he pass it off as a joke? Also yes.

✦ He likes to pass notes to you in class to try to make you laugh– usually either a pun, or a snide comment he made off the top of his head. Even though you and him are now on the opposite sides of the classroom, the notes always find their way back to you.

“If I was an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes– h-hey, put the textbook down!”

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SHIRATORIZAWA — USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

✦ Look, even though Ushijima is blunt as a brick and honest to a fault, you're probably not going to notice anything out of the ordinary from him.

✦ He's just not someone to go out of his way to impress somebody, because he doesn't feel the need to. To him, the fact that he's developed feelings for you is proof enough that you're both very close.

✦ He hangs around you a lot, too– both because he enjoys your company and to ward off any unsavory individuals. Congratulations, you've just earned your scary dog privileges!

✦ Sooner or later, Ushijima is going to just straight up tell you that he likes you. In his eyes, there's no point in dancing around it, and he can handle rejection pretty well. However, you probably shouldn't expect there to be any cherry blossoms or fanfare.

“I like being around you– would you want to go on a date with me?”

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FUKURDŌDANI — BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

✦ You know he likes you before he knows that he likes you. I'm sorry, that's just the way this works.

✦ He's always going to be around you when he can– walking with you to your classes, eating lunch with you, taking you home, all that good stuff. He'll also want to try teaching you volleyball at some point, so get ready for that.

✦ Like he's just.. so sweet. He's your personal hypeman, and is always there for you when he can tell you're feeling down! He might not be the most perceptive of people, but he's good at cheering people up nonetheless.

✦ Bokuto compliments you so much, but he means every word of it! He really wants you to know how special you are to him!

✦ Will show off for you. If you go to watch his games, or even practices, he dedicates literally every spike to you, and puts his heart into every one of them!

“Hey, hey! You better be watching this! I'm gonna make this ball fly all the way across this court for you!”

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INARIZAKI — KITA SHINSUKE

✦ He's kind of similar to Ushijima in the sense that he doesn't really feel the need to do or say anything out of the ordinary– he just acts like he always does around you.

✦ If you happen to start liking him, he wants it to happen naturally, without him doing anything different.

✦ Still, though, he makes it a point to be there for you; he hates seeing you upset and is going to do what he can to help. If you're someone who gets anxious or has panic attacks, he's going to stay by your side and calm you down himself.

✦ He's going to bring you over to his house at some point, both because he wants to hang, but also because he wants to make sure you get along with his grandmother. Now, though, she keeps pestering him to marry you since you're "such a good, honest kid who would make a great partner".

“You know that I'll always be here for you, right? Whether you like or not, you've become an integral part of my routine.”

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thank you for reading this, and, if you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a like or reblogging! have a great day! - vince

[marvelouspeterparker]

professor’s sweetheart

pairing: professor!tom holland x student!reader

summary: professor holland teaches british literature at your university. you hadn’t expected much when you signed up for the course, but the experience is everything and more than you could have hoped for. 

word count: 15.1k

warnings: there is smut in here but it’s not the main focus (wild, i know)

notes: uh yeah i’d say just don’t fuck your professor? this is purely fictional. be safe, you know how it is <3

also she wrote a professor!harry styles fic, but if i hadn’t read that (over and over) i probably wouldn’t have been inspired to write this. so check out @songbirdstyles​ !

i listened to this playlist while writing it if ur interested :)

give me feedback please!!

“What class do you have next?” Your friend, and roommate Liz asked. You were both walking out of the cafeteria. It was 1:15, you had just finished lunch and you had fifteen minutes until your next class. You pushed the doors open together and braced yourselves as the cool late September breeze hit you, blowing your jackets open. You put both sides of the jacket together in front of you and crossed your arms to block the cold out. 

“Um,” you thought back for a moment, the cold temporarily knocking your senses right out of you. “British Literature.”

If you were being honest, you had taken this course because it fulfilled one of your requirements, but in the end it felt like one of the most rewarding parts of your college experience so far. The material was interesting, and instead of being bored out of your mind throughout the whole hour and a half of class––it was actually entertaining. You had your professor to thank for that.

“Oooh,” Liz twisted her lips to the side to suppress a knowing smile, but the look in her eyes gave it away. “With Professor Holland?” She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. 

You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue to hide your smile. “Yes,” you shoved her playfully to the side making her step in a pile of leaves, the crunch under boots loud as ever as it carried through the crisp air. “Shut up.”

You and Liz had been roommates since your first year at university and had now spent four, coming up on five semesters rooming together. Luckily, you really hit it off, and easily fell into a routine together, forming a bond as you ate lunch and dinner together, studied in the library, had dance parties in your dorm, and more. You knew each other inside and out, often having random late night conversations while you procrastinated your work or couldn’t sleep, about literally anything and everything. Bottom line is, you trusted each other, which is why she knew about your sort-of-crush on Professor Holland. 

To be fair everyone had a thing for him, he was just that kind of guy. He was sweet and compassionate and funny. Professor Holland was one of those genuine professors who sincerely cared about their students and their well-beings. He was incredibly understanding. He’d schedule dozens of meetings with his students all in one day just because he wanted to help and make sure they were all alright. He liked to check in every now and then, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

From what you could tell he also seemed like a people person. No matter who he was with, whether it was a student, his teaching assistant Jacob, or his fellow professors––he was always attentive, cracking jokes, enjoying the conversation. Everyone seemed to love him. But you could also tell that a part of him was just a tad bit cocky, but in a joking and love-able way. 

All this goes to show that you spent way too much time thinking about him, and observing him, which could either be seen as really endearing or really creepy. 

“Look I’m just saying,” Liz shrugged, “Enjoy the class.” She nudged you, “I know I would.”

Realizing you were approaching the writing and arts center, and Liz’s next class was in the building across the street, you sent her off. “Yeah yeah, okay. Bye.” You tightened your arms around you and scurried off, skipping a crack in the sidewalk and walking up the steps to the building. You opened the door and were immediately welcomed by a rush of warm air and let out a sigh, rubbing your hands together as you made your way to the lecture hall. 

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, 1:22. You still had 8 minutes to spare. You were still walking and only glanced up from your phone right as you were about to walk into the door and were stopped suddenly when you crashed into a hard chest. You immediately felt two warm hands grasp your arms to steady you and were suddenly enveloped by the smell of tea and mint. 

“Woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?”

You froze as you looked up, feeling very much like a deer in headlights as you realized you quite literally crashed into your professor. “Oh––um,” you swallowed, suddenly feeling like the air was escaping you. You cleared your throat trying to save yourself from anymore embarrassment. “I’m fine––I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t looking––” You paused when you noticed the small smile on his face, his warm eyes making you forget what you were going to say.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It was partially my fault as well, I was too focused on––” he seemed to snap out of some trance, straightening himself up as his hands dropped back down to his sides and into his pockets. “Uh, well that’s not important.” He pulled one hand out of his pocket––he was wearing those blue slacks that you thought made his thighs look great, respectfully, of course. He checked the time on his watch and you had to stop yourself from ogling the veins in his arms as he did so. 

He looked up at you, brows furrowed playfully and you actually had to remind yourself to breathe. “You’re almost ten minutes early. You that eager to see me?” He ended his question with a teasing smirk and your mouth opened and closed a few times before you managed to string together a response.

“I––um, I just really like this class and you––you’re my favorite professor.” You blurted out, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you just admitted. You had to force your eyes to go back to their normal size after they practically bulged at the realization of what you said. “And I mean, I just happened to get here early so...I thought I might as well get settled in.”

Your professor cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile as he glanced down at his shoes for a moment then back up at you. “Well then.” He extended his arm, pointing towards the open door of the hall and stepped aside. “Please, after you.” 

You gave him a small smile in return along with a quiet thank you and stepped through the door. But before you could walk over to your seat, you felt him lean over behind you to talk lowly in your ear. He was standing a respectably close distance, but his presence was so overwhelming it was as though you felt him everywhere. His breath caressed the smooth skin of your cheek as he spoke. 

“I’m technically not allowed to have favorites, but I do appreciate that you enjoy having me as your professor, darling.” It shouldn’t have had such an effect on you, really, it shouldn’t have. But something about him referring to himself by his title really did something to you. You took a sharp inhale as you stood up straight, your whole body on high alert as you turned your head towards him, your eyes refusing to look at his and instead finding solace in the fabric of his navy blue button up––which he’d rolled up to his forearms. 

“And if it means anything, I rather do enjoy having you in my class as well.” You snuck a peek at him, lifting your gaze slowly and only caught a glimpse of his soft lips as he smiled before walking over to his desk. 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you walked up the steps to your usual spot in the middle row, near the aisle. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, and the man hadn’t even touched you––well not in the way you wanted him to, anyway. But enough of that. 

You checked your phone again, trying to calm down your heartbeat as you took in a deep breath, 1:28. People started shuffling into the class, the overlapping sounds of chatter and laughter rupturing the energy the room had when it was just the two of you. At 1:32 Professor Holland started the class, getting everyone’s attention smoother than anyone should be able to. You could almost feel everyone’s eyes focusing on him, some weren’t even listening to him, they were just so entranced by how good he looked and the way he sounded––his accent was just so endearing, you had to admit it. 

The hour and a half went by rather quickly but today you were more aware of yourself, of Professor Holland––even more than usual. It seemed as though his eyes would travel to your direction more often, after he made jokes as if to see your reaction, or while he paused in his speeches. 

At the end of the class, despite there being dozens of other students moving around you, you felt as though your professor was watching you as you made your way out of the room. But it had to be your imagination, there was just no way. 

When you got back to your dorm, Liz still wasn’t back yet so you decided to take a shower and spend some time relaxing. You had already done your work for the next day and your other work for the rest of the week––well, you decided you’d do it later. 

You changed into sweats after your shower and hopped on your bed, deciding to switch between your apps for an hour or so––honestly you’d lost track of time. Liz strolled in soon after, closing the door with a loud groan, throwing her bag on the floor.

You smiled, looking up at her from your lying position on the bed. “Hello to you too.”

She grumbled in response, finally looking at you. When she noticed you were already wearing your pajamas she pointed to you, her brows raised. “Good idea!” She immediately went to her drawers and picked out a random pair of sweats and an oversized sweatshirt, changing with lightning speed for someone who was sluggishly groaning not even a minute before. 

She grabbed her phone and sat on her bed opposite yours, cross-legged, facing you. She looked at your face for a few seconds before squinting her eyes at you. “You have something to say. Spill.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. 

She looked at you pointedly, “Well go on.” 

So you told her about your encounter with the infamous brit today, how you bumped into him, what he said to you, the glances he sent your way. When you finished recounting everything you took a deep breath, “But––this could all just be in my head you know, just me overreacting.”

She stared at you with a dead expression. “Are you fucking dumb?”

“Hey!”

She ignored you, rolling her eyes while she tried not to laugh. “Dude he totally wants to fuck you.” She said nonchalantly.

Your eyes bulged, “W–What do you––What?” 

“Oh please, it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth but when nothing came out, you paused and looked down at the carpet. After a few moments you looked back up at her to find her with a knowing smirk on her face. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am, when am I not?” When you were about to speak, she interrupted you. “Don’t answer that. But look, it seems like he’s into you. I think you should hit that.”

“But we––that’s not allowed!” You paused, “Is it?”

She laughed, “A ha! So you do want to!”

“Oh shut up, you already knew that. Everyone wants to, it’s not a big deal.”

She made a face, “Yes, but you’re the only one who actually has a chance at getting it.” 

You looked at her, a skeptical look on your face. “Even if that was true––he’s still my professor…”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah but it’s not like it’s in the handbook or anything. Plus, you’re both legal adults, so. There you have it. You’re free to bone.”

“You did not just say that.”

“But I did.” She smiled, lying down in her bed. “You really could, though. Just don’t tell anybody.” When you didn’t say anything else, she spoke up. “Okay I’m gonna take a nap now. You have a lot to think about.” 

You ignored the last part and went back to your phone, “Yeah you do that.” 

Throughout the rest of the afternoon and night you couldn’t stop thinking about this whole situation. This was bad...Or was it? It seemed all too complicated, that was for sure. You weren’t even sure he looked at you or thought of you that way. 

You fell asleep playing all the pros and cons of hypothetically getting with him, your mind an endless loop of your professor, his voice, how he sounded when he practically whispered that he liked being your teacher. This was all too much.

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All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. The tongue, teeth and lips following and leaving marks everywhere the hands traced. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. Your eyes locked in on the ones staring up at you with pure hunger and awe as you ground yourself down on his cock.

“That’s it darling, just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” His lips curved into that oh so familiar smirk. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

You woke up sweaty, your shirt sticking to your torso, a wet patch on your panties, your nipples pebbled in the cool air of your dorm room. A sex dream. Of course you had a fucking sex dream about him. Fuck. You were just lucky that your next class with him was on Thursday so you didn’t have to see him today. Because that would not help you at all. 

You checked the time on your phone, squinting at the brightness before turning it all the way down, 10am. You got out of bed with a groan and took your toiletries bag and your towel to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower this morning, instead of later on at night. Lord knows you certainly needed one. A cold one too.

You were frustrated, frustrated with yourself for feeling this way about your professor––sure, he was only a few years older than you, but it was the principle of the matter––frustrated that you were overthinking this entire thing, and most importantly you were annoyed because you were extremely horny. 

When you got into the bathroom, you locked the door and set your stuff down. You put your hands on both sides of the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Who are we and what happened? You sighed and grabbed your toothbrush, brushing your teeth quickly and aggressively, since everything seemed to be a hassle this morning. You’d hoped that once you hopped in the shower, you’d calm down. 

When you made your way inside, you sighed contently at the feeling of the warm water pattering against your skin, freshening you up immediately. Your nipples were still hard, between your legs still wet. So you brought a hand down between your thighs, the other to your breast as you stood under the water––almost as though the water was washing away the sinful act and thoughts right at the source. You laughed at the thought, nope, nothing can wash this away. 

You squeezed your breast and tugged at your nipple, rubbing your sensitive bud just the way you liked. You were still sensitive from...your dream, so it didn’t take long for everything to build up. You couldn’t help yourself, your mind brought back the remnants of last night that you remembered, the way his hands gripped you when he steadied you, the way his arms looked, and you came with a whimper that was louder than you would have liked. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and resting your head back on the tiles as the water continued to fall on you. 

When you came back to your dorm, Liz was on her way out but she stopped, raising her brows at you, “So have you come to a conclusion?”

You walked past her into the dorm, “Go to class, Liz.” You heard her cackle down the hallway as you closed the door. 

You got dressed casually, not rushing since there was nowhere for you to go and decided to go to the local cafe near the school. You needed to clear your head and get some work done, and you definitely would not get any of it done in your dorm. Not today, anyway. 

You checked the weather and seeing that it was a little warmer today, you put a sweatshirt on, grabbed your bag along with your phone and your laptop and you were on your way. The breeze felt refreshing this morning as you stepped out of your dorm. Your walk to the cafe was only ten or so minutes but it felt good. 

Stepping into the little shop, you were immediately hit by the aroma of coffee and sweets, surrounded by the sound of light chatter and utensils clattering on the wooden tables. The warm light above you brought a sense of comfort as you made your way over to the counter. The line was rather short so you managed to order your usual drink and snack quickly. As you were waiting for the cashier to hand you your things, your eyes scanned the shop––the ambience was rather nice and the talking almost felt like background noises. You wouldn’t mind staying here to work.

As you gathered your things, you turned around in search of a free table––which would be the deciding factor in whether or not you would stay, you did not want to awkwardly share the small table space with some stranger. You took a few steps into the seating area and almost choked on your breath when you made eye contact with the last person you wanted to see today. 

He smiled charmingly at you, teeth and all and quickly made his way over before you even had a chance to think of escaping. “Y/N!” He stood in front of you, his eyes bright. He was actually happy to see you? He was always happy to see everyone, it didn’t mean anything. 

His voice snapped you out of your annoyingly loud thoughts.  “Fancy seeing you here.” He nudged you playfully, “How are you?” He was wearing a very tight white button up that was unbuttoned until the third, showing a generous amount of his chest, a grey suit and pants, along with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. It took you a few more seconds than it should have to process that there were actual words coming out of his mouth.  

You forced a smile onto your face but the more you looked into his eyes, the more genuine it became, almost impossible to wipe off. “I’m good. Was just grabbing breakfast before I start my work. You?”

He raised his cup, “Same as you. Have a bit of time before my next class.” 

You noticed that you couldn’t tell what exactly was in the cup and your curiosity got the better of you. You pointed to the cup clasped in his fingers, “Is that coffee?”

He furrowed his brows in mock offense, “I only drink tea, darling.” He leaned his upper body forward to whisper to you, his cheek almost touching yours, “I’d think you would know that about your favorite professor.” He tutted playfully as he stood up straight again, watching you, a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint in his eyes as he watched you over his cup, taking a teasingly long sip. 

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open, not a clue what to respond. When he pulled the cup away from his mouth he looked down at you, his gaze drifting down and you’d never felt more exposed, despite the fact that you were wearing two layers of clothing. “I like your sweatshirt.” He smiled, glancing down at it before looking directly into your eyes, his head lowered slightly.

Your eyes widened in surprise and your head snapped down to see your spiderman sweatshirt looking back at you boldly. Oh––Oh. You lifted your head back up to find him still smiling at you softly, he didn’t seem to be teasing you at all. “Um thanks.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, despite the cool air that swept your legs as someone opened the door to the cafe. “Are you uh–– a marvel fan?” 

He pursed his lips playfully, “Yeah,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah you could say that.” He licked his lips and took another sip of his drink.

Your eyes, with a mind of their own, trailed down the column of his throat, following the vein on the side of his neck, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the warm liquid. The action almost seemed provocative, in both meanings of the term. 

Suddenly you felt very hot and you knew that you had to get out of there before you made a fool of yourself in front of everyone, but most importantly him. You perked up, “I uh––I have to go professor, but it was nice talking with you. See you tomorrow!” With that you quite literally ran off, wincing as you turned around, having noticed the way his lips parted as if to speak, a furrow between his brows appearing out of confusion and concern. You really had to get control of yourself. 

You practically berated yourself as you speed walked away. God, that was so stupid. And not to mention, incredibly rude! He’d probably be upset with you now, or maybe even mad. It’s just––unbelievable what he did to you, without even actually doing anything. It took you the entire walk there to realize that you unconsciously made your way back to your dorm––so much for the library. But you’d had enough social interaction for today, so you decided you’d stay there.

You got in your bed and buried yourself under the covers, deciding you needed the comfort of being hidden in your mattress after the embarrassment you’d just experienced. You lied there just staring at the plain, white ceiling for way too long until you let out a loud huff and sat up, before grabbing your computer to start your work. 

Deciding to check your college email before you started, since they were incessant and it was easy to miss something, you scanned down the list of messages in your inbox. Your eyes skimmed through the boxes on the left of your screen, notifications that your professors left feedback on your assignments, the weekly newsletter, club events, a message from Holland, Tom––

You shut your computer immediately, eyes bulging as you held your breath. You swallowed thickly, as you stared into nothing in front of you, your eyes barely taking in anything, your mind a big ball of fuzz. 

After taking a few deep breaths, and telling your overdramatic brain to calm down, you opened the laptop again. Biting your lip, you hovered your mouse over the message, reading over the small bits of information you could see in the preview.

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, I just wanted to make  …

You could feel your heart beating through your chest. Oh God––Wanted to make sure what?? The sensible part of your brain said to just open it to figure it out for yourself. But the irrational, idiotic part of your brain was yelling at you to not open it under any circumstance. What if he wanted to make sure you didn’t get the wrong idea? Did he know how you felt about him? Were you that obvious? Maybe he thinks you’re clinically insane and wants to make sure you’re getting the attention you need? You did run off like a crazy person, after all. 

You shut your eyes tight and groaned loudly into your hands. Liz walked in and whistled lowly, taking in everything in front of her. You looked up, confused and looked at the time, realizing it had already been two hours since you first left the dorm, meaning she was done with her classes for the day.

“What’s up?” She took a seat at her desk, propping her legs on the table as she leaned back.

You waved her off, deciding it would be best to let this blow over and ignore it for now. You’d go back when you were in the right state of mind. 

She started telling you about her day and annoyingly, your brain decided today would be the day that it would not shut off. Your brows were furrowed as you tried your best to focus on what your friend was saying, but she wasn’t even looking in your direction, staring up into the air above her as she spoke animated, hands waving around, so she didn’t even notice you struggling to pay attention. 

Your eyes kept flitting back to the screen of your computer, your fingers swiping across the trackpad to turn it back on when the screen’s brightness lowered every now and then. 

Liz looked back at you and stopped her spiel. “Alright what’s up with you?” 

You sighed deeply and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry. I just––I saw Professor Holland today––”

“Already?” She interrupted you, a goofy smile on her face. “Damn, you work fast.”

You threw the nearest pillow at her, “Shut up! I didn’t fuck him.”

“You should’ve.” She pointed out, holding the pillow to her chest. 

You glared at her until she raised her hands in surrender, then continued, your eyes bouncing from object to object in the room as you babbled. 

“I went to the cafe and I saw him and he came over to me and we started talking––and he whispered in my ear and he was joking around with me and he sipped his tea and he was super close to me and super hot, and I couldn’t handle it so I basically ran off without giving him a chance to say bye.” You took a deep breath, “And then he sent me an email after I saw him and I still haven’t opened it because I’m scared and I don’t know what he said…” You took another breath and looked at your friend, blinking as she just stared at you.

After a moment, she spoke up. “Dude just open the email.”

Your eyes widened almost in offense. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Yeah you practically fucked in the cafe then you got scared and ran away.” She spoke nonchalantly and you could tell she was fighting off a smile. “Look, eventually you have to open the email anyway, you can’t just ignore it. So just do it and rip the bandaid off.” You were about to speak up when she interrupted you, “I promise it won’t be half as bad as you think. We both know your mind is absolutely filled with the craziest ideas.” 

You huffed and fell back down on the bed, not bothering to argue since you both knew she was right. 

“Shit, I’m starving.” She looked at the time, “Yeah it’s about time for me to eat food.” She stood up, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Can you please get something for me?” She knew you well enough that you didn’t have to tell her what to get. You gave her your best smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“Are you serious.” She looked at you, deadpan, standing like the little emoji of the woman standing in place with her arms at her sides. 

You had to suppress your smile, “What if I see him?” You asked incredulously, lying further in the covers. “I’d rather stay in here and hide, for now.”

“You have class with him tomorrow––”

“That’s why I said for now.”

She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her things, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Love you!”

“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand and walked out the door. 

A few moments passed after Liz left and you sat up yet again, putting your computer on your lap as you swiped the trackpad, making the screen light up again. You checked the time, it had been almost an hour since he sent the email, you really shouldn’t make him wait any longer. Not that he’s waiting at all, he probably didn’t even notice that you hadn’t responded.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, swallowed your nerves and clicked on the email. 

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, 

I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. You seemed kind of stressed when you left earlier and I’m hoping it wasn’t because of anything I did. Can we check in tomorrow in my office? Hope everything is going well. 

Warmest Regards,

Professor Holland

He wanted to meet tomorrow after class. In his office. Alone. 

Oh, fuck. You could hear Liz in your head going Yes, fuck. But you quickly shoved her aside. 

You read over the email about five times to make sure you weren’t misinterpreting anything, because that would be even more embarrassing. You clicked the reply button and slowly wrote out your response.

Hi Professor Holland,

Everything is fine, but thank you for asking, I appreciate the concern. I’m free tomorrow after class if you’re available then.

Thank you!

Y/N

You hit send and not even two minutes later, you received a response. 

Hi Y/N,

Perfect! I’ll see you then :)

Warmly,

Professor Holland

How on earth were you supposed to focus on your work now? More importantly, how were you going to focus in class tomorrow?

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The next day, the butterflies in your stomach would not calm down. When you stepped into the class, he was talking to another student and you tried to sneak past to your seat unnoticed. You thought you’d succeeded but once you sat down and looked up, you made direct eye contact with him and you swear you stopped breathing. You barely even recognized the sound of everyone moving around you, getting ready for class to start. 

He parted his lips and reluctantly turned back to the student still talking to him, snapping out of his daze, but not after glancing back at you. You swallowed and sank down in your seat. This was going to be a long class. 

At 1:35, class started. Professor Holland stood up and clasped his hands, making his way to the middle of the floor in front of everybody, his voice reverberating through the room. 

“Good afternoon everybody. Hope you’re all doing well.” His eyes found yours and you bit your lip nervously. You could see him swallow as he watched you, before moving his gaze elsewhere. Was that because of you? Surely, it had to be a coincidence. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. Oh great––

He went on, seemingly unfazed, eyes darting back to you subtly before continuing. The discussion soon turned to the book you’d just been assigned to read. The book was rather lengthy but there were always so many things to talk about within only a few pages––which you loved, so it was taking you all a while to go through everything together in class. 

The conversations often took up a lot of the class time since Professor Holland simply loved talking and he always found everyone’s interpretations interesting and worth exploring––eager to hear our classmates perspectives. He also often said that he was not good at using technology, so he preferred to just talk and show rather than use his computer. Honestly, you found it endearing.

The conversations were always interesting to listen to, people never failed to give you insight on things you hadn’t even thought of before, but sometimes––some people were just a little stupid.

Someone brought up a slightly sexist point that made absolutely no sense but since you weren’t the one to call someone out in front of a room full of people, you stuck to your facial reactions instead of audibly responding. You turned back to the front of the class to see Professor Holland’s opinion to find that he was watching you, trying and failing to suppress his smile. 

He put both hands in his pockets which you found ironic considering they would jump out any time soon––he loved to talk with his hands. His eyes got serious, the smile on his face a little less friendly as he addressed the sophomore who made the comment. “I don’t know if you’re aware of how ludicrously sexist that comment you just made was, but now you know.” He turned to the rest of the class. “Remember to think before you speak. This isn’t to necessarily call anyone out. It’s a warning. Senseless remarks will not only affect my view of you, but your grades as well.” 

He went on and tried to shape the boy’s comment into something appropriate to discuss and you honestly couldn’t focus on anything else he said, you were just looking at him in awe and in shock. Sure, this was the bare minimum, but since it was so rare to see, it was very noticeable and even impressive when you noticed it.

God, you adored this man.

Near the end of class, he announced the next assignment, a paper you’d have to write about a comparison you made between any point in the story, a character, a theme, a hidden meaning, etc. and something in our modern reality, a social norm, a popular belief, etc. Your essays were always very open ended in this class, giving you room to write about almost anything you wanted to. Your professor knew that the assignments would be more enjoyable if there was some choice involved. He truly was good at his job. 

“Look, reading’s hard sometimes, I get it. I’m dyslexic, so trust me, I understand. But I never let that stop me.” He paused to look around the room and it was so silent you could hear each other’s inhales and exhales. The power he had over a room full of around one hundred people was insane, and in a weird way, also turned you on. “I know the book is massive. Listen to the audio books if you have to, I don’t mind. But get the work done either way. It’s not for me, it’s for you. I want you to get the best grade you can in this class.”

“Bring me interesting material. I don’t want to fall asleep reading your work.” He joked and smiled proudly when laughter filled the room. “The essay is due in two weeks. Good luck.”

There were a few thank you’s and goodbyes scattered around the room as he sent everyone off, people scurrying from all sides to the exits. 

You took your time gathering all your things and took a deep breath when the last few people made their way out, silence soon surrounding the both of you. You put your bag over your shoulder and walked down the carpeted steps, suddenly finding the dark grey pattern to be the most interesting things you’ve ever seen––and also watching your steps so that you don’t fall down them in front of him. You could barely hear the soft patter of your shoes as you walked down. When you finally got the main floor you looked up and saw him waiting for you patiently, things in his hands, a smile on his face. 

“Let’s go then, shall we?” You nodded shyly and he led the way, his office only a hallway away from the lecture hall. You found it slightly odd that he didn’t try to make conversation on your way there, since he always loved to. But you tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe he was just tired. 

When you reached his office, he opened the door and let you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scanned the room out of curiosity as you stepped inside, noticing his desk, the wood a dark mahogany which was covered with stacks of papers, picture frames, pens, and a few marvel funko pops––so he really was a fan. You’d never actually been inside of his office before. It was an intimidating thought for you to be in his office with him, alone. You just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. 

You turned to him and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “Do I just––”

“Please,” he interrupted eagerly. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

You took a seat and he set his things down next to his desk before sitting as well. His hair was coiffed to perfection today, curls sculpted nicely, a dark blue suit on his body with a black shirt underneath. He took off the suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair and you could see his veins and muscles bulging and shifting in his arms as he moved. He clasped his hands in front of him on the desk and wow he had nice fingers. You really had to get a grip on yourself––

“How was class today for you? Well, besides that one disappointing comment.”

You smiled, “I always enjoy the class, but yeah that was uh, disappointing as you said.

“I think your interpretations are always very insightful and very interesting. It’s almost a shame that you don’t share them with the whole class but part of me likes it that we keep them between us.” Oh? “Plus, I know how scary it can be talking in front of all those people. I almost shit myself first time I taught that class––”

You let out a surprised laughter and he couldn’t help laugh as well. 

“Shit, sorry! I mean––” He sighed, “Language, sorry. I’m British.” He shrugged, “Can’t help it.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Personally I think curse words spice up conversations.” You smiled proudly when he laughed at your joke. 

His smile radiated a more nervous energy after his laughter died off. “When you ran off yesterday, that wasn’t––was that because of me? Because if I did something to make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry.”

You tilted your head, trying to think of a way to explain. “No it wasn’t, well––it kind of was?” You had no idea why you would tell him this, but apparently your mouth was moving without agreeing with your mind first. 

There was almost a pout on his face and you had the sudden urge to reach over the table and smooth it out with your lips. “It’s just, well––You make me just a little bit nervous, to be honest professor.” You looked down at your lap and back up at him timidly.

He raised his brows, “Oh––”

Your smile was strained and you wanted nothing more than to be swallowed whole by the floor. 

“Well that’s not a bad thing, is it?” He looked at you almost, hopefully?

You laughed, “No trust me, it’s not.” Your eyes widened at the realization of what you’d basically just admitted to him and you didn’t know if you should feel embarrassed or relieved when the smirk appeared on his face.

But the words that he uttered next cleared that up for you. “Well, if I’m honest, you make me nervous too, darling. And definitely not in a bad way.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, almost teasing you with how good he looked.

You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, crossing your legs, your thighs squeezing together, and he definitely noticed, his eyes trailing down your body as he licked his lips as well. 

The tension in the room was so thick but you found that you didn’t want to escape it, if anything you wanted to carve your way through it, stay for as long as you could until it snapped. 

Your professor spread his legs, his hands coming down to rub at his thighs as he watched you and the sound of your heartbeat pounding filled your ears. It was almost as if there was an unseen force pulling the two of you together, but before it could there was a knock at the door. 

The both of your heads snapped to the door to find it opening slowly. Jacob, Tom’s teaching assistant popped his head in. You had talked to him a few times, he was always very nice. He didn’t attend every class, but you guessed that he would be attending the next one. “Hey man.” He turned to you and smiled, “Oh hi Y/N.” You waved and let out a small hi in response. He turned back to the professor. “Your next class is starting like––” He looked at his watch. “Now.” 

“Shit, sorry man. Lost track of time.” He got up and you did too, smiling sheepishly as you grabbed your things, getting up from your seat. “I’ll be right there.” Jacob nodded and closed the door.

You both made your way over to the exit slowly, still reeling from what maybe could have happened and what you both obviously thought of. The silence was loud around you, but it wasn’t scary this time. 

“Let me know if you need any help with the upcoming assignment, alright? Don’t be afraid to stop by if you need to.” His gaze dropped down to your lips for a split second before reaching your eyes again. “For anything.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t describe but quickly tried to mask it with a smile as he opened the door for you, his eyes practically holding yours captive. 

“Thank you, professor. I will.” 

You stepped out and he watched you for a few moments before closing the door. You looked back, smiling as you caught his eye and as soon as he stepped back in the office, you practically ran out of the building and to your dorm, a stupid grin on your face. 

“Holy shit.”

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When you practically burst into your dorm room, scaring Liz half to death before you told her what happened, let’s just say she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“I fucking told you!” She flopped onto her bed, still staring at you pointedly as she did so, a smirk on her face. She pointed at you before dropping her hand down dramatically by her side. “You like, owe me a soda now or something.” 

You rolled your eyes but you were so giddy the smile still hadn’t dropped from your face. “Well I do owe you for getting me lunch yesterday, so maybe I will buy you one.”

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Over the weekend, you started working on the essay for British Literature and you were already about halfway done since the topic you chose actually interested you. But you found yourself questioning if you were writing it properly as you went on. You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted it to be near perfect since you’d found out he paid extra attention to you, or maybe you just wanted to talk to him again––you’d never know. 

After discussing with Liz, you decided you’d stop by his office on Monday afternoon once you were done with your classes. You knew he liked to stay in his office until late at night sometimes, he always said we could stop by whenever, if we needed something. So you decided to take advantage of that, shoving down your anxious thoughts and doing what you wanted. 

Liz may or may not have convinced you to wear a shirt that was––aesthetically pleasing, to put it, specifically in the chest area so you were more than eager to see your professor’s reaction. You were a little nervous, you didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard, but you thought you looked good in this shirt, and you had a right to feel good about yourself. Since it was a little chilly outside, you hid it under a sweatshirt for now.

You got to his office and found yourself staring at the dark wood, hesitating to knock on. After taking a deep breath you rapped your knuckles against the door. 

You heard a faint Come in! And you took a deep breath and opened the door slowly to find him sitting at his desk, “Hi Professor Holland.” He was finishing some notes on a student’s essay but his head snapped up immediately at the sound of your voice.

He dropped his pen and sat up, “Please,” he motioned to the seat across from his desk and you smiled gratefully before settling down. “What can I do for you? Everything alright?”

His eyes looked sincere and concerned and you could feel your insides melting a little bit. 

“I just––I really want to do well on this essay,” He nodded for you to continue, “But I’m just not sure if I’m going in the right direction.”

 He nodded understandingly, “Well let’s have a look, shall we?”

You reached down to grab your things when he stood up and walked past you, your eyes following him in confusion. He gestured to the couch, a somewhat impish smile on his face. “Just thought it would be more comfortable––and easier for us to look together, of course.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you picked up your bag and sat next to him on the couch. “Right, of course.” It was a loveseat so there wasn’t much room for either of you to distance yourselves.

You got out your computer and opened up the essay. You had already opened it before you got there, not wanting to have to awkwardly wait for it to load. Yes, you overthought things but––it helped sometimes. “I see you came prepared,” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did notice everything, didn’t he.

“Well I’m really confident about the topic of my essay, I think it’s interesting. But I feel like I may be adding too much into the paper, and I’m not sure if I’m overthinking things or if I should take some things out.” 

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. I meant it when I said I appreciate having you in my class, you know. I always love reading your work. You write well.” 

“Thank you, professor.” Though you saw his eyes darken at the title, he commented on it.

“You can call me Tom when we’re alone, darling. No need for formalities.”

“But I like calling you professor––” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth and you spoke before he could, ignoring his smile, “I mean um. Tom––Okay I can try that.”

His tongue passed under his teeth, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you squirm under his gaze. “No you know, now I think professor is growing on me.”

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. “Prof––Tom.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “Alright alright.” 

“Why don’t you read it to me? It’s easier to see where you can improve when you hear it out loud.”

You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you brought your laptop closer to you. “O––Okay.”

You started reading your paper out loud, voice becoming slightly steadier as you went on, two fingers scrolling up the trackpad. He made comments as you read, only praise––and with each compliment you felt yourself getting hotter. Very good. Always write so well. Nice point there. Mhm. Good girl, that’s an excellent point. He shifted his way closer to you gradually as you read on and when his thigh touched yours, you had to tell yourself not to jump from the contact.  

He placed his arm on the back of the couch, basically around your shoulder and you had to smush down the urge to throw your computer and climb into his lap. His thighs did look very inviting with the way he was sitting, though. 

He moved closer to you and you could feel his breath cascading down over your shoulder as he brought his hand to the trackpad, his arm over your thigh, fingers scrolling through to where he had a few suggestions. 

When he finished his few remarks, you could hear the proud smile in his voice. “See, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. You’re a good writer...” He paused and you turned your head slightly to find his lips mere inches from yours, his eyes trained on your mouth. His words were barely a whisper when he spoke up again, “A good student.” You both leaned in slowly and his hand came up to hold your cheek lightly. “Bet you’d be a good girl for me too.” 

You gasped lightly and leaned forward, giving in and finally pressing your lips to his, both your hands grabbing his jaw. He moaned immediately, his body pressing into yours as you twisted to face him, his other hand coming around your waist to pull you in. You felt your laptop slipping off your thighs and squeaked, making the both of you laugh and pull away, flustered. 

“Careful, love.” Tom grabbed the computer and put it down on the floor gently, confirming that you saved your work before pushing the lid closed. 

The air in the room was hot, thanks to Tom in general, but also thanks to what you just did. So you pulled away and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Tom’s pout when he thought you were getting up to leave. Since there wasn’t much space on the couch, you stood up to take your hoodie off and you heard his breath hitch when his eyes fell upon the shirt you were wearing. “Christ-”

“Now what’s this?” Tom said almost to himself, his eyes staring at you in wonder and awe. “Never seen this little number before.” He noticed the clothes you wore? His hands were already aching to feel you again, reaching out for you subconsciously and you bit your lip to calm your smile as you sat back down, letting your sweater fall to the floor softly. 

“What, this old thing?” You joked, looking down at the shirt––yeah, you looked good. “You like it?” You looked up at him, a cheekily innocent look in your eyes.

He put his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap, enjoying the gasp it elicited from you. You put your hands gingerly on his shoulders and the way he was looking up at you made you never want to leave this position ever again. You tilted your head and licked your lips and Tom couldn’t take it anymore, he kissed you again, hands gripping you firmly, anchoring you to him. He pulled away after a good while, wanting to look at you again, his lips parted, practically panting like an animal. You really had an effect on him, but he did the same to you. 

His eyes were taking you in, basically capturing a mental image for later. “God, you look heavenly, darling.” You squirmed in his lap and bit your lip when you felt a bulge growing underneath you. He leaned forward and left a trail of kisses on the tops of your breasts, leaving a few teasing nips and sucks here and there. You squealed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair. You pulled his head up by his hair and the look in his eyes looked absolutely feral––like he wanted to eat you. 

You were about to lean in and kiss him again when a knock at the door surprised the both of you. You both jumped off of the couch as Tom threw out excuses. “Yeah just a second!” You straightened out your shirt as Tom did the same to his pants and you picked up your things. 

When he saw that you were settled, he took a deep breath and answered the door. His colleague and best friend Professor Osterfield, was standing there, a grin on his face. “You div, are you ever going to be on time for our monthly meetings?––” He stood up straight when he noticed you standing behind Tom. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” He looked between the two of you and it seemed as though he pieced everything together. Maybe Tom had told him about you? If he did, you wouldn’t be worried Tom didn’t seem like the type to tell unreliable people his business––and they were best friends after all.

You smiled at him in acknowledgement as moved aside to let you pass. “Sorry,” you looked between the both of them, “I’ll let you get to whatever you have to go to.” You looked at Tom once you were out of his office, “Thank you for the feedback, professor.”

You could see him fighting off his smirk before he replied, “Of course.” His stare was impenetrable as he looked at you, “Feel free to come by whenever.” You could see the hidden meaning in his words and let the hint of a smile show, before nodding and walking off.

Harrison looked at him, a pitiful smile on his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing, mate. You should be careful, for the both of you.”

Tom sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “I know, man. Let’s go.” 

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You found yourself missing Tom as soon as you left. God, this was kind of pathetic. But at least your feelings weren’t necessarily one sided––he did say you made him nervous too after all. You doubt he’d say that if he just wanted to fuck you––he was better than most men. And sure you might be a little biased, but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he was educated. So bonus. 

When you stepped into your dorm, your roommate was sitting on her bed, snacks in hand as she looked at you expectantly. “Now these,” she gestured to the food on her bed, “are either for a story time, to rebuild your energy or both.” 

You laughed and changed into your pajamas, starting to tell your best friend about everything that just happened. She often interrupted with her reactions and comments.

Oh. My. God.

Shut. Up.

You’re fucking lying! 

“But we didn’t fuck.”

“Boo––”

“Yes, boo.” You laughed, “Professor Osterfield knocked at the door and dragged him off to a meeting so.” You shrugged.

“Professor Osterfield...is that the hot blond one?” You nodded and she continued expressing her feelings for the man. “I’d let him teach me a few things––”

“Literally bye.”

She laughed, “What? Come on have you seen him––”

“I’m a little preoccupied with another professor to be honest.”

She nodded, handing you a bag of chips as you settled in your bed. “True. And oh how lucky you are.” You smiled in agreement. 

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Today was the day the essay was due and though you normally handed it in at the beginning of class, for once, you didn’t and you could feel Tom’s gaze following you as you walked up the steps to your seat without so much as a glance in his direction. You’d stopped by his office a few times over the past two weeks since Harrison interrupted you, but you never did anything more than kissing and grinding. You were both too scared of getting caught, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t thought about doing more in there.  

Tom liked to have physical copies of the essays, just in case technology decides it’s against him (his words), so everyone had until 8pm tonight to drop it off by his office. You were definitely going to use that to your advantage. 

You didn’t wear anything provocative to class, you didn’t really want that kind of attention today, plus you knew that Tom’s interest in you wasn’t solely based on your appearance. So you put the revealing items on under your clothing. And honestly, the thought that no one knew what you were wearing underneath it all only excited you even further. 

You crossed your legs, relieving your tension and biting your lip as class went on, enjoying how flustered Tom would be every time he looked at you. You felt so submissive when you were alone with him, but when you were in public like this? Free to tease him subtly from a distance? That’s where you had all the power. 

You had him blushing and stuttering throughout the whole class, though it wouldn’t have been easy for everyone else to notice, for you it was so obvious. He kept rubbing his hands together, pacing around as his eyes darted to you every few minutes. At one point he went over to sit down at his desk, which he rarely did while teaching––and you were fairly certain it was to hide a bulge in his pants. All thanks to you. 

In the middle of the class, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and pulled it out just to see if it was an emergency. You were pleasantly surprised and could feel your whole body react when you noticed who the message was from.

Tom: Having fun, are you?

Your eyes shot up to the front of the room and you bit your lip to contain your smile when you noticed him glaring at you.

Y/N: I always have fun in this class, professor ;)

You put your phone away afterwards and focused on the class, knowing it was killing Tom that you weren’t giving him more attention. Your heart was racing and your panties had a wet patch by the time class was over. You had a feeling he was going to try to keep you after class, so you hurried up and gathered your things, sighing in relief when a few students went up to his desk to talk to him. 

You smirked to yourself and headed straight for the door, your head high on your shoulders. But just as you were about two feet from the exit, Tom spoke up. 

“I assume I’ll be seeing you later, Miss Y/L/N?”

You turned around, eyes slightly widening as you noticed him, the group of students near him.

He smirked slyly, “To turn in your paper, remember?” His eyes were giving you a knowing look.

You swallowed, nodding as you smiled at him innocently. “Of course, professor.” You enjoyed the way his eyes darkened only slightly, only noticeable to you. “See you then.” With that you walked out.

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You practically skipped to his office at around 7:45, before knocking at the door, four knocks in a specific pattern––the code you’d made together. 

“Come in, darling!”

You walked in and quickly shut the door, a chuckle escaping you. “You know someone could hear you from the outside one day, right?”

He shrugged, “I’ll just blame it on my accent. Could call everyone darling, they don’t know any better.”

You laughed. “Okay well––Professor Holland,” you said, loving the way he looked at you when you uttered his title. “I brought this for you.” You took out the printed essay and placed it on his desk.

He pushed his chair out, his eyes following your every move as he spread his legs. “Oh is that right?” 

You took the invitation and took your reserved seat in his lap, linking your arms around his neck as you looked down at him. “Mhm, still want a good grade in this class you know. You are my favorite professor after all.”

He smirked smugly, licking his lips. “And you,” he kissed your lips before pulling away briefly, “Are my favorite girl.” He brought his hands up your back and pulled you into him as he kissed you again. This time, longer and deeper, wanting to feel you as much as possible. “Teased me so much in class today.” You smiled into the kiss and he continued, “Almost wanted to take you over my knee right there in front of everyone.” 

You moaned audibly and he brought his hand up to your neck, gripping you softly but firmly, giving you room to pull away if you didn’t approve. When you leaned further into his grip, he grinned and pulled you closer. You started grinding down on him, basking in the desperate groans and sighs you were coaxing out of him, the way his movements became more frantic as he bucked into you. 

After debating with yourself in your head for a moment––struggling to think properly with his hands all over you, you got off of his lap and smiled at the small whines of protest he let out before reaching for his belt. You made eye contact with him and noticed how wide his eyes were, hopeful, hungry, but hesitant. 

His hands reached for yours, “You don’t have to, darling. If anything I should be doing this first. God knows I’ve thought about it.”

You pouted, trying your best to ignore his words and focus on the task at hand. “But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “I wanna make you feel good, professor.” He nodded, barely able to speak.

“Yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?” 

You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as he pulled himself out of his trousers. “More than anything. Wanna make up for earlier.” You got down on your knees, mouth practically salivating at the way his member stood tall against his abdomen, his tip leaking with precum. 

Your hand wrapped around him just as a knock sounded at the door. Professor?

The both of your eyes widened, the both of you looking around for some sort of answer before he ushered you under the desk, tucking himself back in hastily, pulling his chair as much as he could and sitting at the edge, hiding his unbuttoned and unbuckled pants. Luckily for the both of you, the back of the desk reached the floor, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see you hiding underneath. “Uh––Come in!”

The person walked in and you recognized the sound of her voice, she often spoke up in the lectures. You couldn’t remember her name, though. You do, however, remember that she often spoke up only to get Tom’s attention. You’d heard her gush about him in the halls just outside his class in the hopes of him hearing her. You couldn’t blame her, but the thought still irked you. “I just wanted to give you my paper. I hope it’s not too late.” 

Tom checked the time on his watch, 7:58. “Nope,” he laughed breathlessly, trying to compose himself, “Not too late at all, in fact just in time.” 

She handed her paper to Tom and he gave her a tight-lipped smile, trying his best not to think about the fact that your hands were trailing up his thighs and that he could feel your warm breath hitting the exposed part of his member––he really hadn’t payed attention when he tucked himself back in. 

Before he could send the girl who’s name you still hadn’t remembered off, she took a seat across from him and he swallowed nervously, a little frustrated since he was so close to getting his cock in his girl’s mouth. 

It seemed that you somehow read his thoughts because as soon as the girl kept talking for another two minutes, you pulled his member out and stroked him, licking up his shaft and he tensed, taking every ounce of self control he had not to look down at you. His hand reached down and held your cheek gently, just wanting to feel you. You nuzzled into his palm and he had to bite his lip to suppress his smile, not wanting the student across from him to think his endearing expression was meant for her. 

You honestly completely tuned out all the words she was saying, your sole focus pleasuring Tom. But you didn’t miss the flirty and falsely innocent tone in her voice. You couldn’t see her but she was no doubt batting her eyelashes at him as well. 

When she made a comment about how good his shirt looked on him, you couldn’t help yourself, you sucked his tip into your mouth with no warning, making him groan unexpectedly. You paused, eyes wide and playful as your mouth stayed around him.

“Are you okay professor?” 

He let out a strained smile, “Yes, Emma, Sorry––” So her name was Emma. “I just uh banged my knee on the desk.”

She hummed a small okay and went on.

He caught your eye, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but boy was it hard. Especially when you were looking up at him like that, with his cock in your mouth. You licked around his tip and lowered your mouth around him and he had to force himself to focus on the girl who was still talking to him.

You were not playing fair but quite frankly you didn’t care. You were making him feel good and yourself too. Your hand was pumping him, your tongue swirling around him as quietly as you could, while your other hand found its place between your thighs. 

In the middle of Emma’s speech, Tom’s eyes drifted down and widened, his breath getting caught in his throat when he noticed your other hand, moving between your legs. He stuttered out an excuse, unable to tear his eyes away from you for a moment, “Uh, Emma I’m so sorry––I just have so much work to do, but feel free to come back––” he paused to swallow when you sucked harder around him in reaction to his invitation. “Come back next week if you have any problems or anything else you’d like to discuss.”

She hesitantly but respectfully said goodbye and was on her way, closing the door behind her.

Tom’s hands immediately shot down to hold your head, his mouth dropped open as he watched you, approaching his high. “Shit, that’s it darling that’s it. So fucking good for me.”

“I’m gonna cum––” he warned. You simply hummed around him and sped up your movements, feeling yourself clench as he panted, his hips bucking slightly as he came into your mouth. You unfortunately weren’t able to cum but you were sure there’d be other chances. You popped off of him and swallowed his load before licking up his length teasingly slow. “Fuck, such a good girl.”

He pulled his chair out and brought you up to stand between his legs, tiling his head to look up at you, his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs absentmindedly. “Was someone a little jealous?”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but failing to fix your annoyed facial expression. “Maybe.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, chuckling as he squeezed your cheek. “I’m yours.” He pecked your lips, before looking in your eyes, “And I’m most definitely repaying the favor when we get home. I mean––if you want to, of course.” Home. 

You couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah––Okay.” 

You’d never been to Tom’s house before so this felt like sort of a big deal to you, but you were going to try and calm your racing thoughts and heart. You and Tom agreed that you would go around the corner of the building for him to pick you up in his car, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you.

As soon as you were settled in, seatbelt on, Tom drove off and honestly the thrill of having to hide was exciting to the both of you. His hand was gripping your thigh throughout the whole drive and you could tell it was meant as a reminder that he was there for you, but also that he could barely contain himself. 

Seeing Tom drive you, the flashing street lights illuminating his face, highlighting his jawline, his hand gripping your thigh––this was a sight you knew you wanted to see more. The intimacy of it all made you warm inside and the feeling of Tom’s fingertips digging into your skin only riled you up further.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and he smiled at the feeling of your soft lips drifting over his skin. “Darling––” His words were cut off by a harsh moan when you trailed your lips down to his sweet spot, the noise almost too loud for the quiet, tense air in the car.

You teased, licked and bit at his skin, not afraid to leave marks. It was Friday now, if anyone saw them on Monday, they would just assume he’d had an eventful weekend. Honestly, the thought that no one would know that you were the one who left those marks excited you––it would be a secret between you and Tom, a thing for the two of you to share on your own.

Tom’s hands were now gripping the wheel and your thigh with force, trying to get his bearings. “You’re being very naughty today, love. Can’t say that I don’t love it though.”

You smiled sinfully into his neck, continuing your actions. Your hand slid over his thigh teasingly slow to rest on his bulge, fingers squeezing ever so softly and he practically jolted in his seat. “Christ––love unless you want me to crash this car I suggest you stop.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how much you’d riled him up. He almost whined at the loss of contact, subconsciously upset that you’d actually stopped. But as your hand reached back down to find its place between your thighs, his tone shifted. 

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine. That’s my job.”

You actually felt a shiver pass through your body and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his dominant voice, excited for what was to come.

When you made it to his apartment, you barely had time to take in the scenery and take off your shoes and jackets before he dragged you to his room. But from what you saw, the decor was simple but elegant, much like Tom. His bedroom was the same, but again, you weren’t too focused on it.

He turned on the dim light in his room, wanting to be able to see you as he pleased you. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, looking deep into your eyes. “You still want this?” 

You nodded absolutely certain. “Want you to take me.”

His pupils dilated and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, licking his lips, eyes widening when he noticed what you were wearing and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Christ, were you wearing this all day?” 

You nodded again. “The underwear’s matching too. Wanna see?”

He got down on his knees, a teasing but desperate tone to his voice. “You’re a smart girl, don’t ask stupid questions.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your socks, mouth dropping open as he got to see the full set. 

You ran your hands up and down your body teasingly as he stood up. “Do you like it?”

He shook his head, smiling in disbelief, “Again with the silly questions, love.” He leaned in to kiss you, pulling away to take off his clothes. “You look like a goddess, darling.” You could feel your skin heating up from his words and his stare. He pulled you in for another kiss before bringing you onto the bed.

You lied down in the middle and spread your legs, waiting for him eagerly as he lied down between them. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you, love.” 

He pulled your panties over to the side and licked into you, his tongue softly swiping through your folds. His eyes rolled back as he moaned into you, “Taste just as perfect as you look.” He slid his hands around your thighs and pulled you in closer, smiling at the small squeak you let out.

His tongue was exploring you, finding all the spots and all the tricks that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. He was keeping this all to memory, memorizing the way you feel, the way you look. When your breaths quickened and your fingers tugged at his curls, he locked his arm around your stomach, slid one, then two fingers inside of you and sped up his movements, moving his head from side to side as he hummed onto your clit. 

Your body tensed and you held onto him for dear life as the knot in your stomach gave out, the pleasure spreading all throughout your body. Your mouth dropped open in ecstasy, your neck craning back and Tom couldn’t look away from you. You looked like a painting and he wanted to commit it to memory. 

He let go of you and kissed his way up your body, soothing you with his lips. Your legs were still twitching slightly, your stomach clenching and unclenching when his kisses reached your cheek. “Look so pretty when you come for me.” He kissed along your jaw, “Can’t believe you’ve deprived me of such a beautiful sight for so long.” He kissed your lips and tugged your bottom one between his teeth, before looking at you, eyes wide, “You gonna give me the privilege of seeing it again?” 

You smiled, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks. “You can see it whenever you want. As long as you’re the one making it happen.” You pulled him to you and kissed him, the both of you moaning into the small gaps between your mouths. 

He started to pull away but you whined and pulled him back making him smile. “I’ve gotta get a condom, love.”

He tried to get up again but you pulled him back down, “M’on the pill Tommy.” You looked up at him, pouting and he almost gasped––the effect you had on him was insane. “Just fuck me please.”

He didn’t need anymore convincing, grabbing a hold of his cock and swiping it through your folds, groaning out loud at how good your wetness felt. You bucked your hips and realizing you were getting desperate, he finally slid into you and all your senses immediately tuned into him. 

Just like your dream––All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. 

His eyes were watching your face, taking you in as he thrusted into you, making sure you were enjoying everything he was giving you. You felt absolutely amazing and so did he. “So perfect for me, darling. That’s it.” He bit his lip and sped up, making your jaw drop as you stared into his eyes, completely open and vulnerable to him. His touch was tantalizing, even better than your fantasies which only meant you’d become more addicted to him and what he could do to you.

He grunted, angling his hips when he found your spot, hitting it over and over, bringing his hand down to play with your clit. “Told you I wanted to see you cum again, pretty girl. So you’re gonna cum then I’m gonna fill you up. That sound okay?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes watching his every move as your hands gripped his arms, your thighs burning invitingly as they stretched around him with every thrust. Then you uttered that one word that always had him almost inappropriately weak for you. “Want to be full of you, professor.”

His jaw slacked and he paused for a slight moment before picking up his pace, faster than before, hips chasing after both your highs, fingers still rubbing you just the way he learned, just the way you liked. “Fuck-–”

A few more thrusts and flicks of his wrist and you were tensing under him, your pussy clenching around him as he let out broken curses and moans, losing his rhythm and releasing into you with a groan. 

He rested some of his weight on you for a moment, the both of you smiling and laughing breathlessly as you took in the moment. Your hands came up to play with his curls and he sighed, leaning into your touch. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and left a few soft kisses, coaxing some sighs from you as well.  

After a moment, he rolled over and took you with him, making you nuzzle further into him, his arm wrapped around you, your leg slung over his waist. His hand was rubbing up to your ass and down to your thigh, lulling you to sleep while simultaneously riling you up again. 

He kissed your forehead and you kissed his chest in response. “That was fucking amazing, love.”

You nodded and hummed in agreement, “Even better than my dreams.”

He pulled back to look at you, you could hear his heartbeat quicken and you tried to hide your face in his chest. “You had dreams about this too?”

That made you lift your head up to look at him. You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t joking but you were still slightly shocked. “Too?”

He smiled, licking his lips, “Well maybe we should discuss them, and try them out for ourselves.” His hand found its way between your legs again, making you moan but that didn’t stop you from responding.

You nodded, “For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course.” He grinned, “See, I knew I taught you well.” He leaned in to kiss you deeply, “My girl’s the perfect student.” 

You spent hours exploring each other's bodies as you reenacted your dreams, both exceeding each other's expectations every time. By the time you fell asleep in each other's arms, it was late at night and you were sweaty, and tired, but overwhelmingly pleased.

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The next Friday, it was halloween. Liz had somehow convinced you to go to a halloween party with her. On top of that it was a frat party. And even worse, you dressed up as a school girl because it was all last minute and you didn’t have any time to get a costume. 

“Oh come on Y/N, you look hot!”

You turned in the full length mirror to look at your ass that was almost visible in this mini skirt. “You think so?”

“Duh.”

And that’s all the convincing you needed to go out. You needed a little college fun. You hadn’t been to a party in who knows how long because you were always focusing on your work. You deserved this. Also Liz said it was a celebration of your “lay”, yes, she said lay. 

“I’m just saying you cannot let me get with him again.”

“Liz it’s literally his frat house that we’re going to and we both know you have little to no self control.”

“Well damn. You couldn’t have sugar coated it?”

“What, you want me to throw a packet of splenda on you?” You joked.

She shoved you, “Dude shut up,” she laughed.

You looked down at your bare thighs that were only partly covered by your thigh high socks and rubbed your arms, regretting not bringing a jacket when Liz spoke up again. “Oh shit, is that Professor Holland?”

Your eyes shot up and made direct eye contact with him. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweats but he still looked great as usual. His eyes trailed down your body and soon your shivers were no longer because of the cold. 

“I’ll just wait here.” Liz said suggestively and you walked over to Tom. 

“H–Hi.”

He put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to touch you, he didn’t know who was around. “Well hello to you too.” He looked into your eyes, a smirk on his face. You rubbed your arms quickly for warmth, and Tom had to control himself to not look at your chest, even though he could see your nipples hardening from the weather through your shirt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and take you home. 

“Any plans?” You asked.

“No, I'm just about to go home. I’m uh guessing you have somewhere to be?” His eyes traced your figure again.

“Yeah um me and Liz are going to a frat party.” You pointed back to your friend and gave him a small smile and shrug. “She convinced me.”

He wanted to kiss you so bad but he had to restrain himself.

“Be safe tonight, yeah?” His eyes were comforting, as they always were, but this felt almost more personal? Almost like he didn’t want you to go. And honestly, after seeing him, you almost didn’t want to either. You never defined your relationship with him, so honestly right now he was like a friend with benefits––professor with benefits, if you will. 

You nodded, licking your lips nervously. “O––Okay. I will. You be safe too!”

His eyes followed you as you walked off, your friend pulling you along, obviously whispering to you, probably about him. You looked so fucking good and everyone else was going to see that too. It’s not like he owned you or anything, but part of him really wished he could claim you, openly care for you and be affectionate. His thoughts were a mix of wholesome and raunchy and he had no idea how to act.

He almost felt wrong but he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind, the way you looked up at him sheepishly, the innocent look in your eyes while you were wearing that mini skirt. His cock was bulging in his boxers ever since he first laid eyes on you. When he got home, he made his way to his bed, undressing almost immediately. Lying down in the middle of the bed, just where you were days before brought a flood of memories into his mind, only making his member throb even more. He tugged at his cock, spitting in his hand to make it slick.

Images of you were flashing in his mind as he sped up his movements, desperate for a release. 

He was dying to get a taste of you again. The memory of the way you felt under his fingertips, the way your muscles clenched when he hit the right spots. The way you tasted when you were dripping onto his tongue. The way you looked at him when you came, your lips parted to release broken moans and whimpers. The way your fingers gripped his curls as your body tensed. It was all enough to make him spill over his hand, his breaths coming out in quick pants as his head dropped back onto the pillow.

“Fuck.” He really had it bad for you. 

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Tom had texted you during class on Tuesday to meet him in his office when you were done with classes for the day. When you stepped into the room, he locked the door immediately, bringing you over to his desk, his lips chasing yours. Screw worrying about people hearing you, he wanted you. Now. 

“God, just seeing you in that tight little costume––you have no idea how badly I wanted to ravish you. The thought of all those dumb frat boys seeing you in all your glory like that––I was absolutely beside myself.” So that’s what this was about. His hand came up to hold your cheek, his eyes fiercely staring into yours and you nuzzled into his touch, your hand holding his wrist softly and his eyes softened at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna absolutely devour you.” You gasped and he smiled, pulling your pants along with panties down. He sat you down on his desk and got down on his knees, licking his lips. “As soon as I got a taste of you, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go without it ever again.” He kissed your thigh, looking up at you. “You gonna let me have a taste again? Wanna make you feel good, lovie.”

You nodded, swallowing roughly, “Y––Yeah. Yes please.”

He chuckled breathlessly, “Such a polite little thing you are.” He kissed his way from your inner thigh to your center before licking a torturously slow stripe from your hole to your clit. You let out a sigh and gripped the desk, your fingertips becoming lighter at how hard you were already holding it.

His hands held your thighs open, putting them over his shoulders, holding you in place. His tongue was languidly licking you up and down, savoring your taste and your moans, coaxing them out of you one by one, nonstop. He looked up at you and your breath got caught in your throat, the look in his eyes fierce, almost as if he could see your bare soul and he clearly liked what he saw. He brought his lips to close around your heat after every other swipe of his tongue, passionately kissing your heat. 

“So fucking good, angel. Always the best for me.”

You nodded, licking your lips, one of your hands coming to grab at his curls, making him growl into you. “Only for you, Tommy.”

He didn’t stop his tongue or his lips until you came, your back arching, fingers frantically grabbing for whatever you could hold, lip trapped between your teeth to muffle the moans that so desperately wanted to escape into the quiet air of the room. He kept going until you had to pull his head away from you, overwhelmed by all the pleasure and scared that you would scream and alert everyone in the building about what you were up to.

His hands were caressing your thighs, eyes looking at you in awe, almost too innocently for what you’d just done. He stood up between your legs and leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and his lips. 

He pulled away to look at you, hands holding your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist. You brought your arms up to link around his neck, looking up at him appreciatively and absolutely spent. “So do you think I should wear school girl outfits more often?”

He laughed, his hands holding you tighter, “If you do, my head is never leaving between your thighs.”

You smiled cheekily, batting your lashes at him. “Promise?”

He’d never gotten down on his knees quicker in his life. Let’s just say it took you another hour before you left his office.

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Over the past few weeks it had become a routine for you to go over to Tom’s office to seemingly “work on your assignments and review,” so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to show up unannounced Friday afternoon. Without meaning to, though, it seemed you showed up a little too early, and ended up overhearing part of Tom and Harrison’s conversation. 

“I can tell Y/N means a lot to you, mate. Don’t lie.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you skidded just in front of the door, about to turn the corner inside. You backed up and stayed pressed to the wall. Luckily no one really stopped by this side of the building at this time on a Friday, so no one would find you snooping around in the middle of the hallway. 

“No I just––”

No. He said no––Okay you weren’t going to freak out. This always happens in the movies, and then the main character runs away before hearing the most important part and they overreact. So you decided to just...wait it out. 

So you waited and waited. And the more the silence overwhelmed you, the louder it got. You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes because you really thought your feelings were mutual. But just as you inched your foot backwards to walk away, he spoke up again, his voice quiet. 

“She means everything to me, man. I––It scares me, honestly. I just don’t want to mess it up.” 

This time the tears fully formed in your eyes, but for the absolute opposite reason. You smiled and wiped at your eyes, not even bothering to hide anymore as you turned the corner, surprising Tom, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. Harrison turned around to see you and his gaze filled with concern as well. 

“Tom––” your voice was quiet but there was a smile on your face. 

“Darling––” He rushed over to you and grabbed your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs to catch the few tears that escaped. “What’s wrong, are you alright?”

Your hands came up to hold his wrists as you looked into his eyes, “I heard you talking.” 

His face dropped in realization and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

Harrison cleared his throat and subtly made his way out, “You guys have some things to discuss.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you both smiled at each other appreciatively before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

Tom took your hands and brought you over to the couch. “I hope I didn’t scare you off, love.”

You shook your head immediately, even climbing in his lap to prove him wrong and he smiled gratefully. “No! It’s just that we never really talked, you know, about us.” He nodded and you took that as a sign to continue, enjoying the way his hands subconsciously slipped under your shirt to rub at your skin soothingly. “I like you Tom, obviously. But I like you a lot.” You linked your hands behind his neck. “I think I might be falling for you.”

His eyes started tearing up as well, as he smiled, “Yeah well, I think I’ve already fallen for you, darling.” 

You looked into his eyes and your smile brightened, “Okay maybe I lied––I’ve definitely already fallen for you as well.”

You both laughed lovingly, pulling each other in for a sweet kiss.“Look,” Tom started, licking his lips. “I don’t know what this means for our future, but all I know is I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.” 

You kissed his lips softly, “Well I don’t plan on leaving any time soon either.” 

“Good.” He looked at you and you felt as though your soul was out and open for him to hold and love. “Cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N and I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

You could feel your eyes tearing up again. This felt good. This felt like home.