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miniimight · 7 months

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first off, I just wanna say how I love how you write izuku like??? my sweet boy doesn't get much appreciation and I'm just obsessed with the scenarios you've made with him 🤭💜 second, would it be okay to request a scenario in which the bnha boys (Deku, Bakugo, any other if you want!) who's been dating the reader for a while but it's a secret relationship- which suddenly gets revealed?

thank you! can't wait for more of your writing! 💜

SECRET RELATIONSHIP GETS REVEALED ! the secret relationship between you and your pro-hero boyfriend gets revealed to the public

with deku, bakugo ( pro heroes )

notes ahaha izuku is definitely one of my favs and ur so right when u say he doesn't get enough appreciation :( but i'm here to change that lol ! thanks for requesting ! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

your boyfriend didn't want his relationship with you to go live because one, he's legitimately one of the most hated heroes by villains and two, the media won't ever leave you alone. he found it better this way, for both of your sakes.

it worked for a while, and though the both of you had to make little sacrifices here and there, the arrangement was more than perfect. that was until someone tipped the media off with one (1) very rare photo of you and boyfie out and about in disguise (a terrible one, at that).

photos of the pro-hero's new companion dominated the internet and everyone was wondering who the mystery person was.

it happened so fast that you and your boyfriend were out of the loop. in fact, you and your boyfriend were out on a secret date when the news exploded.

IZUKU

izuku zipped his crossbody bag up and fitted a black baseball cap tightly on his head. his green curls were hard to miss regardless of any disguise he thought up. he flashed you a determined smile. "ready for our day out, love?"

"born ready," you mimicked his way-too-serious tone. "but won't you relax a bit?"

at your comment, his shoulders stiffened. "why, do i not look relaxed?"

he was standing like his friend, iida—almost robotically, like a sentry who was on high alert. you could see the tired circles under his eyes though the shadow of the cap made them almost invisible. his casual outfit covered one of the essential pieces of hero gear; his gloves. it was almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

you drifted to his side, an amused smile on your face. "we've done this before, izu. nobody will notice!"

"at least i have a better chance," he raised an eyebrow at you, spinning you around in his arms. "your disguise is non-existent."

"hey, i'm not the super-famous pro-hero that everyone adores." you stuck your tongue at him, making him smile reflexively.

"it's not my fault i'm so charming."

"oh my god."

a little more bickering and a car ride later, you both arrived at the museum you had planned to tour. the guide handed you pamphlets after welcoming you to the grounds, informing you that she'd take you around the exhibits in a short moment.

"oooh..." you flipped through the brochure, excitement bubbling through you. "there's a lot of things in here."

izuku rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to read as fast as you were flipping pages. his hand enveloped yours in an effort to stop you from turning the pages at a lightning pace— "honey, can you go slower?"

you giggled and thumbed the whole pamphlet, making a little buzzz sound as you did so. "weren't you at the top of your class, izu?" you shrugged nonchalantly. "just read faster."

his hands snaked to clasp around your stomach from where they rested on your waist. an uncontrollable laugh threatened to bubble out of you. "really, 'just read faster'? a little cheeky today, aren't you, love—?"

"uhm... couple at the back, please refrain from pda as there are children around." the tour guide cleared her throat. a crowd had gathered for the next tour around the museum and it appeared as though they were ready to start.

you and izuku jumped away from each other as if you were caught by a teacher in high school, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"sorry, miss." izuku mumbled in a low voice, head hanging. he gave you an amused smile that you returned with a huge grin, accepting the hand he held out for you.

halfway into the tour, the group grew so bored they retreated to the comfort of their phones. hanging around the back, you thought it unusual that so many people began to glance backwards at you and your boyfriend, whispering among themselves.

you caught glimpses of their phone screens, questioning why the hell your face was on them.

you nudged izuku's side to tell him just as the teens in front of you spun around, screaming "it's deku and his s/o!"

you and izuku froze like deers in headlights as the commotion spread through the group.

wait, how do you know? the news just made a story about it today. there's a picture of them here! and besides, he's wearing the same disguise.

you gave izuku a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly at you. "what the heck should we do?!"

"deny it??" he said, though he didn't seem sure of his answer. "that photo?" he talked to the crowd again. "not her."

"yeah, i get it all the time," you chuckle nervously, playing along. you shrunk into his side. the attention was sending shockwaves through your body.

the kids weren't buying it. "well, you're obviously deku." one deadpanned.

"me?" a boxy grin spread on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "no, i'm just... not him..."

seriously, didn't they have specific media training classes at UA for this kinda thing? you rolled your eyes at his response.

"who else has green hair?!" another crossed their arms. "you're so deku."

you both held up your hands, as if caught red-handed by the police. you squeaked, "we're just two random, normal strangers having a date in a museum, promise—"

a kid waddled up to deku's side and pulled his signature gloves out of his pants' pockets, holding them up triumphantly. yours and deku's head slowly turned to watch it unfold before looking at each other almost comically. a long pause followed.

"it's deku and his s/o!" the kid yelled, pointing a chubby finger at the two of you. the whole vicinity was alerted to the famous hero's presence.

you clung to izuku's arms and the swarm encroached on your space, clamoring for autographs, information, pictures—anything they could get their hands on.

to your surprise, deku wasn't the only center of attention. you were asked your name, age, and occupation, where you grew up, if you knew 'their' deku in high school—

izuku's upper arm came under your bum as he leapt back from the crowd at lightning speed, yelling a very apologetic sorry! as he zoomed the both of you away to safety. you screamed as you hung over his shoulder.

he parkoured his way up the museum building, crouching on the roof. it wasn't the first time izuku used his super speed with you in his arms, but holding you like a sack of potatoes wasn't the best position—not if you liked your neck.

he set you down and smoothed your clothes, his hands flying everywhere accompanied by a thousand apologies.

your hands caught his wrist and you gave him a pointed look. "how did they find out? we were super careful."

his concerned expression quickly turned unimpressed. "sweetheart, you have no disguise."

"they believed i was just some random person after we denied it. they already knew you were deku!" you retorted, flicking his cap upwards and allowing the tufts of green to spring out.

he opened his mouth to respond before he snapped it shut. "it's not my fault i'm hard to miss..." he muttered.

you softened and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. "i'm sorry, jus' a little on edge."

his hands rubbed your back soothingly before he hugged you back. "it'll be okay." he felt something cold against him and he looked down to see you pull out your phone, pressing it against his body as you got to the bottom of this. "hey—"

"it's all over the news, along with katsuki and his s/o." you hummed, scrolling through article after article.

"hey." he repeated firmly. he gently tugged the phone from your hands, slipping it in his pocket. "it'll be okay. i'll make sure you're protected, not that you aren't already, and we'll get you a new apartment, closer to mine."

you sighed. "i'm not really worried about that."

he gave you a concerned look, wondering if he needed to look into your lack of self-preservation. "...you're not worried about someone potentially attacking you?"

you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting his chest. "well, duh, but i know no one can really get past you and your brigade of hero friends." you waved off his concern. "i'm worried about the paparazzi and gossip channels—what if everyone decides i'm not good enough and they pressure you to leave me? what if—"

"i'm going to have to stop you right there," he gave one of those self-proclaimed (but also, he wasn't wrong) 'charming' smiles as he cut into your rambling. "being with you is my conviction. no one's gonna pressure me to do anything except marry you one day."

you blinked, a huge grin spreading on your face. all your worries were gone when you let his words sink in.

izuku realized what he really said. "or... something like that, you know?" he muttered under his breath, color rising to his cheeks as he looked away.

a moment passed as he held you on the museum rooftop, the date turning out much different than expected. he gasped out of nowhere, jostling you out of your thoughts. his little giggle made you suspicious.

"kacchan just texted me something really interesting; he got stuck in traffic and is trying to hide out in his car—oh."

"what?"

he turned his phone to you. it was a post titled 'NEW!" and underneath was a very blurry photo of you and izuku on the rooftop at that very moment.

you scrunched up your face. "your fans are weird."

he laughed openly. you stared at him with such adoration that you hoped the press got a picture of his blissful face so you could fawn over it later. "have you even read the things they're saying about you?" he kissed your forehead. "i have a feeling they're gonna grow to obsess over you more than me."

BAKUGO

you heard the impatient jangle of keys as bakugo called after you. "we're gonna be late for our res, baby, get your beautiful ass in the car."

you giggled as you stuffed the last of the stuff you needed in your bag. you exaggerated a gasp and wagged a finger at him. "take me on a date first, mister."

he rolled his eyes. "i am literally trying to do that right now, but someone ain't listenin."

"fine, damn, i'll go on a date with you." you huffed, keeping up with the bit as you walked past him, tossing him a playful look over your shoulder. he smiled softly, following closely.

you got in the car and watched him with starry eyes. he was focused on starting the car and setting the music, but all you could think of was how good he looked in a turtleneck. he had so much faith in that face mask, though, as you'd told him multiple times that it was a really bad disguise.

"you're starin'." he glanced out his window before pulling out the parking spot.

heat rose to your cheeks. he held his hand out and you laced your fingers in them. he squeezed your hand.

the ride was smooth and calm, the hum of the engine complimenting the mellow yet catchy songs playing. you were jamming out until you realized you hadn't moved in a while.

you ducked closer to the windshield. the light was red, and the traffic was piling up. you pursed your lips, glimpsing at the irritated drivers around you.

"looks like we might not make our res, huh?" you mused. bakugo hummed.

"it's whatever, betcha they'll still take us anyway." he grinned mischievously.

you squeezed his hand, chastising him. "kats, you can't use your 'i'm a famous hero' card on date nights."

"m'just teasing, baby." he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. his head rested on his shoulder as he gave you a look. "better get comfortable."

you laughed and let go of his hand, turning fully in your seat to face him. "kats! keep your eyes on the road!"

"why? i wanna look at you." he smirked.

snap!

a bright flash made both of you freeze, though bakugo reacted quicker. he sat up in his seat, leaning over the wheel as he peered out your window at the car beside you. the two girls in the front row were fawning over the picture they just took.

he glared. "a couple of fans, i guess?"

you breathed out a sigh of relief. "thank god i was facing away from—"

snap!

you squeaked in surprise and reflexively covered your face. you leaned back in the seat to see a couple other teens laughing triumphantly over their rare photo.

bakugo observed your shock and panic silently before he laughed, thoroughly amused.

you groaned, slumping below the windows. "i was talking when they took that picture, i'll look distorted." you whined, voice muffled behind your hands.

he tsked. "i'm sure they got your good side, babe." he was trying to act calm but really his mind was racing at a million thoughts per minute. he had tinted windows. he made sure to make an appearance this morning so people would think he was out hero-ing for the whole day. was this a freak occurance, or...?

you opened your phone and were flooded with articles upon articles of you and bakugo on your dates. in hindsight, yes, those disguises were really bad. those pictures were low-quality but anyone who was anyone would be able to recognize bakugo's spiky blond hair.

everyone was speculating who the mystery person was and how their relationship would be, etc etc. you groaned again as you held up your phone to bakugo.

"what?" he whispered, breaking out of his thoughts.

"come down here," you motioned for him to join you below the window.

he scrunched up his face. "... i'm not doing—"

"come down here." you hissed, pulling him by his shoulder to crouch below the window's line of sight. he blinked, not entirely surprised or against the action. "look!"

he scrolled through, some news pages looking familiar. he sighed. "my agency was starting to talk about these rumors."

"why didn't you tell me?!"

"i thought they'd handle it!"

you pouted and he softened, kissing your cheek. "no one's gonna get a hold of any bad pictures of you, promise. i'll make sure of it."

you smiled. "really?"

he grinned, lovesick. "yeah." so what if the whole world would know you're his? he could deal with the details later.

muddled banging made you jump.

"dynamight, is that your s/o?!" the girls from the car over squashed their faces to the window, cupping their hands around their eyes.

you screamed and dynamight gave them a what the hell look.

he blast through the car roof, holding you by the waist as he soared upwards with loud pops behind him. landing on a nearby roof, he checked to make sure you were okay. all he was concerned about was the frown on your face.

"what, you not comfortable with everyone knowin' bout us?" he asked, voice soft.

you perked up, shaking your head. "no! obviously not. i'm just..." you curled your knees to your chest. "you're a hotshot and you have so many people after you. dunno if i meet expectations."

"who cares?" he scoffed indignantly. "you exceed mine. that's all that matters."

you giggled, your sad disposition quickly morphing into a smile. "yeah?"

"yeah." he assured you, pushing your knees down and swinging them to the side. the momentum made your whole body twist so that you were parallel to him. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his embrace.

"now i gotta call that nerd so he can move our car. we're causin' more traffic."

bonus:

"kacchan!" izuku chirped, his s/o on his back as he floated in the air. bakugo's face twisted up as if the green-haired boy wasn't one of his best friends.

"hey." bakugo jerked a thumb at his very broken car. "can you take care of that for me?"

"yeah, i got it." with his gloves on, izuku initiated blackwhip. the tendrils snaked around the car and hoisted it into the air, freeing up that lane once again. "did you suddenly get exposed out of nowhere, too?"

bakugo snorted. "yeah, ain't that a coincidence?"

izuku chuckled softly as he nodded. "yeah, super weird."

who could've gotten the jump on two of the most famous heroes' love lives, anyway?

#bakugou x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku fluff #bakugou fluff #deku fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku

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exculpateinteractivefiction · 7 months

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"All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire." - Edgar Allan Poe

Exculpate: The Fall from Grace is an upcoming 18+ action packed and fantastical interactive fiction novel. Loosely inspired by media like “My Hero Academia”, “Bungou Stray Dogs”, “Jujutsu Kaisen”, “The X-Men” and “Titans”.

Tags: [Urban Fantasy/Sci-Fi, Romance, Drama, LGBTQIA+, Textbased]

The Astra. In the years after the war it was a name that had grown familiar. A select group of individuals who had gained special abilities after the…incident. They are powerful. They are talented. They are gifted.

And you’re one of them.

Or at least you were around a decade ago. Before you made the mistake. The type of colossal fuck up that blows up your apparently flimsy life in a matter of minutes. The kind that has you running away and starting completely over. That kind.

Now instead of using your worthless ability to save people, you are stuck using it for much more…aggressive work. More effective work. Or at the very least work that pays better. The only cost seems to be your sorry excuse for morals. Trading your soul and sense of justice for a paycheck. What could go wrong?

It was manageable. Meaningful even. Something that gave purpose to the now shattered pieces of your life.

Everything was great.

...until you got a hit for the strongest hero in existence. Wonderful.

Play a former hero turned assassin turned…“hero” but not really .

Customize your character’s name, appearance, personality, and gender identity.

Develop a better understanding of your dreadful ability.

Explore and navigate complex relationships with six unique romantic options.

Kill your former best friend and betray old allies and new ones alike!

Come face to face with your past (both the choices you’ve made and the people in it).

Repent for your mistakes…or continue making them.

The Hero (Your Target): Maverick “Mav” Kingston (He/Him)

Maverick Kingston, your current target and the strongest member of Astra. The strongest, period. He is unstoppable - unreachable - unattainable. You would know as his (former) best friend.

Appearance: Maverick is the embodiment of “perfection” and that crosses over into his looks. He is roughly 6’1” and is quite lean. He has vibrant light blue eyes and a head of messy blonde hair that seems to always fall perfectly into place.

Personality: Maverick’s greatest flaw is undeniably his personality. To put it bluntly, he’s the best and he knows it. He manages to come across as nonchalant and egotistical on a good day - often just messing around or teasing both his enemies and coworkers alike, and while he can be quite charismatic, his laidback and annoying disposition tends to steer most people away. Although, you get the feeling that there seems to be something deeper lying beneath the surface even after all these years…

The Strategist: Carmen Reyes (She/Her)

Carmen Reyes, lead strategist of the Astra and to put it bluntly the only one with any common sense. She is an intimidating presence - although that might just be due to her title of the best hand to hand combatant of the Astra. You used to be co-workers and classmates but that was a long time ago.

Appearance: Carmen’s beauty is just another thing that adds to her imposing nature. She is roughly 5’11” and has spent years building up her muscular physique. She has curly dark brown hair that rests just below her chin and surprisingly sharp hazel eyes that seem to track your every move…

Personality: Carmen can be considered reserved and wise at best and completely distant at worst. She has a professional air to her that most officials and authority respect, but it can come across as aloof or boring especially when comparing her to the loud personalities that the rest of the Astra has. That’s not to say she is uncaring though - in fact she is arguably the most moral of the group - or at least she was back when you were a member…

The Heart: Silas Jones (He/Him)

Silas Jones, arguably the kindest member of the Astra. He’s excitable and naive - if not a bit endearing. He tends to act as the mediator between the public and the other members of the Astra when necessary. You don’t remember being particularly close with him back when you were in the Astra so it’s surprising how desperately he seems to want your attention now…

Appearance: Silas is roughly 5’8” and has dark brown skin with glowing silver marks scattered across his body. He has black locs that have been dyed red at the tips and dark brown eyes that seem to pull you in wherever you go…

Personality: Silas is easily the nicest of the group and can be quite soothing especially compared to the harsher personalities of the other members and higher ups of the Astra. He is incredibly open and energetic, if not a bit naive. He cares very deeply for the people around him and that clearly extends to you even after all these years. It does make you wonder why he is so interested though…

The Healer: Juno Aceso (She/Her)

Juno Aceso, head of the healing and medical department at Astra. She isn’t what most people expect when they hear the words “doctor” but she is a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the group. You were close with her back when you were in the Astra…or at least as close as you can be with someone like her.

Appearance: Juno is roughly 5’5”. She has deathly pale skin and dark eyebags that frame her murky green eyes. Her straight chestnut colored hair lands right at her chest, though she usually keeps it up in a bun.

Personality: If Carmen is distant and Maverick is nonchalant then Juno is on a whole other level. She is practically apathetic with her laidback nature and tends to be quite removed from everyone else. That’s not to say she has no personality though. She can be incredibly snarky and sarcastic when she wants to be. Unsurprisingly, she seems the least invested in your return. Although you get an odd feeling whenever she glances your way…

The Star: Payton Monroe (They/Them)

Payton Monroe is nothing if not a star. They embrace the celebrity status that comes with being a member of the Astra with open arms. You weren’t particularly close with them back when you were in the Astra but you heard the rumors of their exploits…

Appearance: Payton is roughly 5’7” and seems to make it their life’s goal to make themself as appealing as possible. They have ivory colored skin and dazzling lavender eyes. Their hair is shoulder length and white with streaks of pink going through it.

Personality: Payton is someone who has no issue embracing the finer things in life. They are far more interested in the public image aspect of being a member of the Astra and that comes across in nearly every interaction. While they are quite flirtatious, they seem to hold no interest in pursuing an actual relationship. Maybe you’ll be the one to change that…

The Newbie: Amari Gray (Gender Selectable)

Amari Gray, the newest member of the Astra. Not much is known about them - they joined after you left and they don’t seem exactly interested in getting to know you. They tend to be annoyed with you more often than not but you get the feeling that they are that way with most people. Although, their constant avoidance towards you specifically is quite odd…

Appearance: Amari is roughly 5’3”. They have tan skin and sharp gray eyes that seem to be set in a perpetual glare. They have thick white hair that is currently styled as a short undercut. They have a few piercings and tattoos.

Personality: You don’t know much about Amari but one thing you do know is that they don’t like you. They are either actively avoiding you or are going out of their way to pick fights with you. They seem incredibly familiar which makes their determination on making your life miserable even weirder…

DEMO TBA

#if: intro #interactive fiction #if: exculpate #interactive novel #interactive game #if wip #interactive fiction wip #choicescript #wip if #wip intro #wip #dashingdon #cog wip #cog #choice of games #hosted games #intro post

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themainspoon · 6 months

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I keep seeing polls made for people unfamiliar with a piece of media to ask them to try and identify the thing that does not happen in said media, and I always thought those looked like a lot of fun! So, I decided to make one, and I already knew the perfect franchise for one: The World of Darkness (WoD) TTRPG franchise. The WoD is a franchise containing several different TTRPG’s about playing as monsters, and it has some of the most unhinged lore I have ever come across.

Almost everything above is heavily simplified for the sake of fitting into the poll boxes btw. Also, I promise that this is not a trick. Ten of the Eleven options presented above actually are a part of this franchises seemingly infinite Metaplot. I’ll schedule a reblog containing the answer and some much needed context for everything above.

#tumblr polls #polls #World of Darkness #vampire the masquerade #werewolf the apocalypse #mage the ascension #changeling the dreaming #demon the fallen #wraith the oblivion #a certified themainspoon classic

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theconstantsidekick · 9 months

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i'm here as a hater.

i watched red white and royal blue and i'm here to be a hater.

i was having such a great time on tumblr, looking over people's posts and then i went to letterboxd to leave a review and my fucking god. why are there so many people bashing this film for being a bad adaptation. worse yet, why are they queer?

i understand, trust me, i completely understand loving a piece of media and waiting impatiently with bated breath to watch the adaptation of it into another recognisable medium. i'm a mortal instruments girlie, i'm a last of us girlie, i'm a fault in our stars girlie, i'm a watchmen girlie. i get it. i do. sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit.

but bruv, i am also a person who works in the film industry and you have no fucking clue the amount of effort it takes to make a film let alone a film that's an adaptation of a pre-existing, utterly loved piece of fiction that is revered by so many. and this movie goes one step further. this is a cheesy, cutesy rom-com about a queer couple. how many of those do we even have? no. really. how many hopeful, easy-going, cheesy queer rom-coms have you watched? can you count them on one hand? do you need a google search to remind yourself of them?

this film is a rare commodity and fine, maybe that's not a good enough reason for you to be 'lenient' to it... but it kinda is. no adaptation will be perfect, not really, not for everyone. every piece of media has it's flaws but adaptations most of all. but this film does something that you cannot dismiss simply because your favourite scene wasn't in it. personally i so miss alex's speech before the election results are announced. i miss ellen's powerful and amazing speech when she does win. i miss june, i miss raphael and i miss leo, and the powerpoint presentations and i miss cornbread knowing alex's sins.

but none of that will ever take away from the beauty of being able to sit in front of my laptop and watch the most intimate queer love scene i have ever laid my eyes on. it just won't.

anyway.... i'm rambling. the point that i was trying to make before i got lost in all this, was that you are obviously allowed to hate on the movie but like... be kinder about it? don't hate it because it's not a straight up remake of the book. don't hate it because it's cheesy. idk man, just hate kindly, if possible.

this is a huge step for us.

i don't want the response to this film to seem negative in a way that gives the (already reluctant) studious more reason to not make queer media for queer people, you know?

there will come a time in this life where we can hate and critique queer media without worrying about all this context but we're not there yet?

so i guess, like henry, i'm also asking for y'all patience.

however, whoever fucking said that nick and taylor don't have chemistry can suck my huge ugly metaphorical dick. fuck you. they made me week in the knees.

#rwrb spoilers #rwrb movie #rwrb #rwrb film #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue spoilers #first prince #alex claremont diaz #henry prince of wales

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samglyph · 2 months

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Good morning. Season 4 finale.

Holy smokes gang. What an episode. I absolutely loved it. I think it took a little bit for me to become really invested despite the in medias res thing we had going on, but once that action started I was in it. The visuals this episode were great, I especially liked the description of the mollusk mask on the viziers face. I also was quite pleased about the little reference to hastur being the peacock king that’s fun.

I know a lot of people are sad about the butcher. I am not because as soon as he showed up again I figured he would be one of the casualties of the episode, and narratively I like that it was Kayne who did it as opposed to Larson or an unnamed cultist or alien, especially considering I had a theory that Kayne was connected to the music in his head and the powers he had. I did love the twist of him being on our side though I actually audibly reacted to that. It surprised me but made sense in the perfect way. It also makes perfect sense to not include that scene, but I am excited to see some of the fan work that comes out of that missing piece. I’m AMAZED that Charlie managed to make it out alive, but then again he might be bleeding out on a street in Spain right now. Oh well. No body no death so I’m counting him as still kicking.

Speaking of Charlie, I loved the scene where John was forced to come clean. I liked how it twisted the previous scene of Arthur speaking for John and John finally being heard by someone else and feeling so so happy, to now be forced into a position where that newfound relationship is potentially going to be destroyed because he no longer has the option of privacy. Wild.

Of all the scenes with yellow, predictably Arthur’s confrontation and apology was my favorite. He’d already admitted fault in a previous episode but this I think is where it really hit home. And in other lines, while Yellow remained adamant that he didn’t care, you could tell that he genuinely did want to understand the connection between Arthur and John, and wanted to understand why he couldn’t experience the same thing. Most tragic fragment of a nightmare king. I hope you have fun flaying Larson alive for the next couple thousand years. Also why was Larson so flirty this episode dude he killed your son stop whispering in his ear like that.

And then of course, we get to Kayne. Kayne Kayne Kayne Kayne. Glad we got confirmation that Kayne isn’t/it doesn’t matter if he’s nyarlthotep because while have a fondness for the crawling chaos and Call of Cthulhu mythos, I actually like when things are separate from that. Plus I think it makes him scarier if he can’t quantify his existence. Holding out his bloody hand for Arthur to take and Arthur choosing to go with him willingly obviously paralleling his denial of Larson earlier in the episode. I also liked his takedown of Larson a lot. Fuck that guy.

Anyway @everyone who questioned why I draw Kayne covered in blood in every scene even when he’s not fresh off a carcosan murder spree how does it feel to be wrong.

#malevolent part 40 #malevolent spoilers #malevolent #again like I know it’s kinda mean to be like ‘it’s horror what did you expect’ but I’m mostly shocked MORE people didn’t die this episode

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alisaint · 3 days

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guys, i have good news for once. i've found proof of intelligent life out here in these wastelands:

my favorite excerpts:

Will, Jonathan, and Joyce Formed a Special Trio

If Eleven is the main character in Stranger Things, the Byers family is the conduit through which she flickers. Will’s disappearance in the first season spurred the Hawkins community to rush to his aid. The tight-knit camaraderie between Will, Jonathan, and Joyce juxtaposes the stereotypical family composed of kids and teenagers. Parents and children are supposed to fight and bicker in television and other media, often to build the main conflict of the story, but the Byers family already underwent that trauma offscreen. Lonnie Byers (Ross Partridge) makes a brief cameo in the first season, flexing his standoffish demeanor and abusive nature. It’s clear that the Byers patriarch doesn’t possess much empathy for his ex-wife or his sons. Jonathan valiantly steps into the father, husband, and big brother role, amalgamating into a combination of responsibilities that no other character on the show could dream of emulating.

Jonathan Binds the Byers Family Together

Jonathan’s multifaceted arc in the first two seasons made him one of the series’ most easily dissectable characters. Stranger Things often differentiates itself from other shows by keeping the antagonists separate from the main characters. There are no Walter White or Tony Soprano-style antiheroes in which fans must compromise one part of their moral compass to appreciate the character. One might think this makes the series boring, but it’s the opposite. Jonathan was proof that a nearly perfect brother and son can still be fascinating to watch. After Will was found in season 1’s climax, he was taken over by the Mind Flayer in season 2. Jonathan again stood by Will’s side as his little brother felt outcasted by friends and society at large. Schnapp and Heaton’s chemistry often leads to tender, humorous exchanges like this one in which the boys remind the audience that being weird can be a human superpower in its own right. These moments became few and far between in seasons 3 and 4. Will and Jonathan were relegated to minor supporting characters as the aforementioned new additions took center stage. Will at least gets to tag along with Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and the other younger friends. Jonathan often only appears in a few small scenes with his girlfriend Nancy (Natalia Dyer), and the writers even flirted with pushing Nancy back into Steve’s arms in the most recent season. Jonathan spent the majority of season 4 high on marijuana and frolicking around in a faux buddy-comedy routine with the one-off character Argyle (Eduardo Franco). The decision to waste Heaton’s work from the first two seasons with a 180-degree personality change made no sense. Jonathan suddenly seemed careless, distant, and uninspired, but not in a dense way that could be unlocked by further character development. Little-to-no time was spent on him. While some fans might concur it is a necessary evil to take screen time away from older characters when expanding the world of Hawkins, it certainly transforms Stranger Things from a show about family into a show just about monsters and romances.

Jonathan’s Enhanced Role in Season 5?

Many theories point to Will being one of the critical pieces to defeating Vecna (Jamie Campbell Bower) in the fifth and final season. His connection to the Upside Down and the evils underneath the surface should open up opportunities for Jonathan to lend his ears and counseling once again. Jonathan grows on an individual level when he aids others. When locked out of his family’s life, it stunts his ability to shine as a listener and an empathizer. Jonathan’s best scene from season 4 again features a tear-jerking moment with Will. On the cusp of coming out of the closet, Will needs Jonathan more than ever before, and his brother responds supremely to the task at hand. The poignant conversation validates that the Duffers haven’t completely forgotten how to flesh out the Byers family. When the world gets too enormous for the characters and the audience, Jonathan serves as a connector to the most human elements of the series’ thematic thesis. He may not be as funny as Steve or as neurotic as Robin, but Jonathan symbolizes the good in all of us. In a show shrouded in darkness, Jonathan’s presence will be instrumental to forming a satisfying, optimistic conclusion in Hawkins, Indiana.

#st #stranger things #jonathan byers #if everyone and the duffers would listen to what me and my fellow jonathan warriors have been preaching and praying and saying #reading jonathan appreciation is like getting injected directly in the heart with adrenaline it makes me feel like a sports fan whose team #just won and now must destroy a city over it . or whatever

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"You shouldn't criticise/analyse SJM's characters/worldbuilding because it just isn't that deep." Is a take I see a lot when someone analyses or criticises SJM, and while I get where you're coming from, I do have a couple of issues with this take.

First of all, it's important to be able to criticise all media, even your your favourites, no matter how good or bad they are. Media of all formats is a product of it's time and goes a long way into helping us learn about the sociopolitical climate of the time it was written, from the past, present or future. As a result, no piece of media can be considered 'perfect' or without points to criticise, and analysing it can give us perspective on issues we may not even realise exist. This is true for most, if not all media, from books to news channels to music or tv shows.

If you don't want to analyse or criticise it though, that's fine. Just ignore posts and videos of people who do, since there's no use in telling them that they're wasting their time. Some people enjoy criticising/analysing the media they consume, but if you don't, then just let them be.

Now, here's the bigger issue I have with this take. It might really not be that deep to you, but it might really be that deep for other people. Especially since SJM books have a pretty young fanbase. The books are YA, and are advertised as being for ages 12 and up.

Many kids, young girls mostly, that read, even just the first book, are shown Feyre forgiving Rhys at the end of the book after SA-ing her for three months or Feyre getting back with Tamlin after he watched her get tortured for three months, and romanticise it. Then there's the second book, where she ends up with Rhysand despite what he did, and even lets him do it again at the CON.

Nesta is pressured by Elain and Feyre to let her use their home for something incredibly dangerous despite her very reasonable concerns, only to then be insulted by Feyre's friends for a situation he wasn't even there for, only for some romance to between them to be hinted at. In Acowar she's further pressured by her sister, and strangers who hate her, to put her healing and coping from her trauma aside to push her clear boundaries to help her sister even more despite her and her friends not having a great track record of holding up their ends of deals from Nesta's experience.

And don't even get me started on the train wreck that was ACOFAS- ACOSF. If these actions and behaviours were acknowledged as being toxic or wrong, that would be fine, somewhat. However, the narrative paints these characters and behaviour in a positive light, despite the fact they aren't. For young readers to look at this, and to idolise these characters and their behaviours, thinking that it's what they want in a partner, is disturbing.

It's fine to not want to critique or thoroughly analyse a book, but discrediting people who do, especially if they're pointing out harmful behaviour being perpetuated in said books, is not. Ignoring the harmful behaviour these books perpetuate is making you a part of the problem, and I truly hope that your view on this behaviour would change if it was coming from a living person instead of a fictional one. Be it towards you or somebody you know.

#sjm critical #acotar critical #acomaf critical #acowar critical #acofas critical #acosf critical #inner circle critical #nesta deserves better #anti rhys #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #pro nesta #anti acosf #anti amren #anti mor

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What do you think you add? Do you think you make a poignant post better when after scrolling down through it we see someone saying it's "official"?

I'm choosing to interpret this ask as a genuine question (albeit one that's been worded a bit rudely) instead of a hate anon, because I wouldn't want to tarnish people's dashboards with hate anons.

Now, to answer your genuine question... The "Discworld Heritage Post" tagline I add to the end of posts has as much validity as I have authority to bestow it: none. Do I think my tagline makes posts better? Of course not! And I certainly don't think I make them official, (and neither my url or my pinned post claim that I do so).

I don't know what reasons other people had to start their own Heritage Posts blogs for other fandoms, but I will gladly tell you mine: I got into Discworld. I discovered the Discworld fandom in Tumblr. And, one day, while scrolling down some Discworld related tags, the idea just popped into my head. After checking that there wasn't a Discworld Heritage Posts blog already, I decided to make one.

I personally follow a few Heritage Posts blogs, and my reason to do so is probably the same as to why many people follow this blog: I wanted to see that kind of content. Tracking tags and being up to date on the most popular posts of a fandom is doable, but doing so for the dozens upon dozens of media I'm into is impossible, so I like to follow some Heritage Posts blogs to get some of those posts directly into my dashboard (it's also worth mentioning that sometimes, some iconic posts are made when people comment stuff on them, and those don't appear in the search tags, so following blogs that post about a certain fandom is the best way to come across some of those collaborative posts, because otherwise you'd rarely get to see them). So yes, I created a blog that, had it already existed, I would have liked to follow. Also, while other blogs with this gimmick usually limit themselves to reblogging, let's call them the "greatest hits", I've said since the beginning that I didn't care about how many notes something had. Be it cool art or a funny or insightful post, if I like it, I send it to my drafts.

However, none of those reasons are the main reason why I made this blog. The main reason is that I did it for myself. After exhausting all the content that showed up in the Popular Posts tab, I couldn't help but think of all the gold and treasure that wasn't there, buried and hidden due to the way Tumblr's search engine works. If you're familiar with the Discworld concept of "lies-to-children", that's what the "top posts of all time" is in Tumblr. A 20k post from 2016 will not be there, but a six month old post with 400 notes will show up. Surely there had been amazing Discworld posts and art posted in 2015 and 2013, but I wasn't going to find most of them unless I expressly went looking for them. And this blog was the perfect excuse to do so. As of replying to this ask, there's nearly 600 posts sitting in my drafts, and if I didn't have this blog I would have never discovered 90% of them. And those are the ones I've seen. I still have dozens of places I haven't searched.

I know that if I reblog a month old post with over 2k notes, a lot of people in the fandom will have already seen it. However, a 2k notes post from 2014, or a drawing with 40 notes from 2012 is something that is less likely to have hit people's dashes recently, or at all. When you come across the "Discworld Heritage Post" tagline in a post, please don't picture me as an uppity monarch performing the Tumblr equivalent of a knighting ceremony, or a stuffy museum curator deigning a piece worthy of being included in an exhibition. Picture me as a kid enthusiastically jumping and flailing my arms around while yelling "holy shit guys check out what I just found!!", because that's how I feel running this blog.

Ultimately, whether one of my posts does better or worse is indifferent to me, because they aren't my posts, or memes, or drawings. I'm just the intermediary. That being said, of course it's not indifferent to me, because more engagement means that was a post many people hadn't seen before, or had forgotten about, and one of my goals was to run a blog that would allow people to find those hidden or long forgotten gems.

When all is said and done, Heritage Post blogs are just another one of Tumblr's gimmicks. If we're not your cup of tea, you're free to ignore or block us. If you want to reblog something and don't want the tagline, you can reblog it directly from OP (or from another reblog if OP has deactivated their account).

#long post #THAT BEING SAID #I've seen people being very exited about something they made showing up in this blog and calling it an honor and stuff like that #and to those people I say: I see you and your lovely tags and my heart warms when I read them #i might not have any real authority besides a self imposed gimmick in a nearly defunct social media platform #but if seeing your stuff here makes you happy and proud those feelings are valid and I want you to treasure them #a lot of things only have the meaning we ascribe to them and my tagline might not hold any official meaning #but it does mean something VERY IMPORTANT:#that I saw your post and I loved it and I reblogged it to make sure other people could also find it and love it #I need to come up with a tag for asks don't I? ok how about #asked and answered #dhp's asks #discworld

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Divine Feminine—

Luke Hughes x Poet!Reader

I’ve never written anything like this before, so lightly on the judgment, please

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ynofficial maybe…..

edwards.73 mom told me to tell you she’s expecting a signed copy of your book on the front doorstep asap

ynofficial anything for mama Edwards 🫶🏻

user27 THEY BROKE UP

user1 they broke up like 6 ish months ago

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ynofficial weekend crashing at Umich feat. lots of wine, p.s. Duker is my new fav person <3

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markestapa GO BLUE 〽️🔵

ynofficial you are literally the bane of my existence

markestapa you know you love me. I keep it real.

user4 the y/n and umich hockey crossover is everything I've ever wanted in life

ynbestfriend NYU >> UMich

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Dylanduke25 missing you already!! I hate hockey boys

edwards.73 Duke stole my best friend…

ynofficial get over yourself

ynofficial Duke if I could pack you in my carry on I would take you back to NY with me

lhughes_06 Bud has a game tonight, no can do

ynofficial you’re no fun hughe 😤

user5 girl book announcement now. Please.

ynofficial I promise it’s gonna be soon, just have some finishing touches before it’s perfect

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ynofficial something about being in this body, makes love feel like charity, something I never asked for but am practically starving without.

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ynbestfriend you’re glowing

ynofficial give me a smooch 😽

Dylanduker25 SLAYED

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Oliviarodrigo TEARS ARE IN MY EYES

user72 loving this era on you 🫶🏻

lhughes_06 you have a way with words ig

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lhughes_06 summer loving ☀️

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user6 a smile on Quinners face!?

umichhockey hmm Hughes with the soft launch??

lhughes_06 got my media training from the best

edwards.73 wonder who that could be🤔

lhughes_06 should’ve let you drown in the lake ❤️

user7 the hair. i’m drooling.

user8 I’m gonna pretend like the gf thing isn’t happening and just admire the abs

ynofficial she must be a godsent if she has to put up with your ass

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ynofficial I think I have a small idea

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user98 obsessed with literally everything you do

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ynofficial yes

edwards.73 hand placement 😑

trevorzegras that bathroom looks a little familiar 🧐

ynofficial choke.

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ynofficial now that I’m a certified WAG may as well spread the word that my “little project” turned into my most cherished piece of work yet :) a three-part series dedicated to heartbreak, self-love, and new beginnings. I cannot wait to share this part of my life with each and every one of you <3

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lhughes_06 my girlfriend wrote a book about me 😩

ynofficial my muse

lhughes_06 I’m bushing and shit

ynmom my baby is so talented

ynofficial luv you mum

user39 girl you said SMALL PROJECT

user82 3 books!!!!

dylanduke25 better be some poems in there about me

ynofficial they’re all about you king 😽

lhughes_06 😒

quinnhughes can someone please explain to me how moosey pulled a girl who is pretty and talented

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#luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes x reader #instagram #new jersey devils #umich imagine #umich hockey #hockey #ethan edwards #dylan duke #mark estapa #poetry

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KILL THE DIRECTOR — Chapter One, The New Professor

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pairing: uni student heeseung x uni lecturer afab reader

genre: angst, smut (mdni)

plot: you were a freshly graduated teacher, and other teachers used this against you. you were determined to prove yourself. but then after a drunken night out, you find yourself in the grasp of one of the most popular students on campus. sure, you knew what you was doing was morally wrong, but something inside you almost felt like it was worth the risk… that he was worth the risk.

wc: 5331

warnings under the cut.

warnings: university student!heeseung, newly graduated teacher!reader, heeseung shamelessly flirting, slight age gap (reader is older by two-three years), no actual sex happens (kind of left it open for a smutty part two if people want), mentions of costumes, reader is kind of harassed but also not really detail

BEING A UNIVERSITY LECTURER SO YOUNG WAS NEVER GOING TO BE EASY—BUT YOU KNEW THAT.

You were always told from the day you graduated that when the next term began, you were going to be that one tutor that all the all of the students would oggle, regardless of if they were in your class or not. Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you.

You were close to the age of the students, only about 3 years older than the ones you were to teach at an absolute maximum, disregarding the older students who came for a change of knowledge so they could find a better career.

You knew it was going to be rough to gain the respect of the students close to your age, due to that very fact. But all you had ever wanted to do in life was teach. Your old tutor was retiring, leaving the slot open for you to steal with so much as just one word.

The desk was emptied before you even accepted your degree, and you got the job offer the very next day. You felt as if everything just fell into perfect place. You were excited to begin the new chapter of your life. And nothing was going to tear it down. That, you was determined.

You arrived at your class, bright and early. You wanted to ensure you had more than enough time to learn how to use the projector so you could showcase any and all needed documents on the board, and you needed to ensure all handouts that needed printing were neat and stapled to try and minimise the risk of anyone losing a piece of the information required. Of course, you would always print more if someone asked you—but you wanted your first class to be perfect.

You placed the paper stacks for each student at each seat, then you rushed back to your own seat and sat down, double, triple checking, that each PowerPoint and document made sense and was easy to read. You couldn’t have any mistakes, not on your first day.

You were shocked when students began to enter the room much too early for class, earlier than you were prepared for. They didn’t even seem to register your existence at first, you being almost hidden behind the desk which had a weird ‘back’ to it, a piece of wood sticking up to almost separate you from the students. You also had your laptop placed in a way so when students entered, they almost couldn’t see you from the side when you were sat down also.

Students continued to flood in, mostly in pairs or small groups. The final students trickles their way in, and almost every seat was filled with a good ten minutes left before class was to begin.

You sneaked looks from behind your laptop screen, watching as your students pulled their own laptops out, while some assessed the papers before them, and some of those even began highlighting the parts of the information that they found most crucial to remember. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips.

This was what you had always wanted, what you looked forward to. Now was your time to shine.

You finally stood from your seat, the students at the desks closest to the front of the room noticing you first. Their eyes were laser focused on your every move. You made your way in careful steps across the carpet to the glass door of the room before you pushed it shut, then you turned to face the students with a bright, forced smile.

You were terrified as to how they would react if they could sniff out your nerves. Your palms were sweaty and your skin was tingling from the adrenaline, but you had to try your best to remain composed and collected.

You clapped your hands together in a way to get the attention of the students at the back of the class, your eyes landing on one with dark hair and glasses framing his eyes. You remembered your old tutor, who taught the first term of class, had talked his big praises. Lee Heeseung, was it? Your tutor showed you the profiles of each of the students to try and make sure you were up too date with their talents, specialties, etc.

Your eyes quickly gazed over the rest of the students before you made the way to the middle of the floor. You feared your voice would shake, but you thought if you faked confidence, then soon enough it would come naturally.

“Good morning, everyone. As some of you know, Professor Youngbae has retired at the ripe old age of 54 to continue his career in the directing field, and you have been assigned to me. I’m still new to the whole teaching thing so I may not be as engaging or as fun as Professor Youngbae, but feel free to stay behind class and ask me any and all questions you have about the sessions.” Your voice almost wavered at the end, but you kept your head up high and your back straight.

You were like them not too long ago, now you had to lead them. You couldn’t be weak. You just had to keep reminding yourself that.

You walk to the desk but this time you stand at it, bending down awkwardly to be able to press some buttons in your laptop to turn the screen on.

“That’s a moving desk, you know,” A male voice filled the quiet room, your eyes looking around to try to decipher who it was who spoke.

As your eyes scanned the room, the black haired boy with glasses stood from his seat and side stepped so he was in the empty space between tables. “There’s a button on it so you can stand at the desk, or you can lower it.”

You nod your head slowly, squatting to try and find the button with no luck. You didn’t even hear the footsteps of the male. Suddenly you felt someone brushing up against your side, their hand reaching across past your face to a few inches away from the corner. The man pressed a button and like magic, the desk moved upwards to allow you to present and stand at the same time, that weird wooden wall remaining in place so it didn’t cover you as your presented.

You stood carefully, the student beside you also taking this as his own hint to stand. You turn to face him, taking a step back to add some much needed space between your close proximity. “Thank you…” You began, but fell silent. You weren’t sure of his name, so you didn’t want to call a name just in case you got it wrong.

“Lee Heeseung,” The student confirmed your suspicions before he bowed his head, his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted his head, then walked back to his desk.

“Thank you, Heeseung,” You thanked him again before you decided it time to get on with your lesson.

You came to the end of the lecture with much success, the students seemingly loving the lesson and the way you taught. You had never seen students so engaged in another tutor’s lessons before, and your heart swelled with pride at the thought.

You pressed the button to lower your desk and sat on your chair, your knees aching from standing and walking around for so long, but you still felt a thrill inside of your chest with the need and excitement to do it all again the following days to come.

You watched and waved at students as they left the room, some offering you warm smiles and others even offering words of encouragement to try to ensure you knew just how fun you made their class, and now the rest of their studies going forward.

Next to none of the students decided to stay behind, which made you feel a sense of accomplishment. You had made a lesson not only fun, but easy for them to understand and not need to throw you a million questions; which was an unspoken fear you had the last few weeks as you address, and readdressed your lesson plan.

You closed your laptop and placed it under your arm. You only had the one class for now, but as the next term kicked in after your teaching test term, you had no doubts you’d have many classes to teach and plan for.

You turned to face the door of the classroom, only to find it closed with Lee Heeseung leaning on the edge of the desk closest to the door. His head was tilted back, his eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was counting the tiles to better occupy his time.

You raised an eyebrow, but walked towards him regardless and offered him a smile as you came to stand before him. Heeseung noticed you from the corner of his eye and finally looked down from the ceiling. His eyes looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something hidden behind his gaze. Self-conscious, you moved your laptop to cover your body.

“Heeseung, how can I help you?” You asked in a cheery voice, the smile never once leaving your face.

Heeseung remained leaning against the edge of the desk, but looked at you over the top of the glasses the sat halfway down his nose. “You’re probably the youngest tutor in this whole campus,” He noted, to which you thought for a moment, then nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” You forced out a laugh. “I just graduated and Professor Youngbae said I would be a great replacement, so I decided why not try out for the job.”

Heeseung nodded his head, then lifted his head to a normal height for himself. He hummed. “You’re also the hottest tutor,” His voice was casual and calm, as casual as asking for a pen. But your skin instantly tinted pink and burned.

You choked on oxygen, using your free hand to slap at your chest to try and dislodge the air-blockage in your throat. “Why, thank you. But I think that’s a bit inappropriate to be telling me, don’t you?”

Heeseung pushed himself off the desk so his body was close to yours, looking down at you. He was so close you could smell his cologne. It was intimidating, but you decided not to take a step back. Maybe he was testing you.

“I only called you hot. We’re both of legal age, so I don’t see why there should be an issue if I find you hot,” Heeseung almost sounded as if he was defending himself, but he kept his voice calm and collected at the same time.

“I’m your tutor, there are just some boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed,” Your voice was low, quiet. You took the first move to leave, yanking the door open a little too aggressively before you walked out of the classroom and away from Heeseung.

Heeseung followed after you, but remained in the hallway by the classroom. He watched you walk away, smirking to himself. He was going to find a way to make you his for the night. He was Lee Heeseung, after all. He slept with every hot student and faculty member in that campus that he could get his hands on. You were trying to make it a bit of a challenge for him, but he knew you would fall into his traps at some point.

You arrived at your class bright and early, hair neatly brushed out of your face and a new casual suit was your fit for the day in an attempt to appear professional, but also friendly at the same time.

Heeseung was the first student at class, eyes wide and pen in hand ready to learn everything he possibly could from you. He sometimes stayed after class to drop in some questions after the sessions ended, and you didn’t fail to notice the longing looks he gave you from across the classroom.

Heeseung thew his hand up at every question you asked the students, and his hand rushed to note down every word you said. He was trying a little too hard, and you soon became suspicious of him. Sometimes, he even dared to brush his fingertips over your skin when you were in close proximity to him. His desk mate seemed to smirk every time you were anywhere within a metre space of Heeseung’s presence.

But the last few days, you had noticed that Lee Heeseung had been missing from your classes. You almost felt your excitement get snuffed out at the lack of his presence, but you chose to ignore the feeling. You were a professional, and having some form of feelings for a student was wrong. You couldn’t favour or enjoy another student’s presence more than others. That would be unethical, right?

It was early in the morning, you were tasked with an early session as your classroom was scheduled to have maintenance during your usual class time. Surprisingly, your students all agreed to come in earlier. You didn’t know, but they were all beyond happy to attend your classes regardless of the time.

You stood at the counter, watching the coffee pour out of the nozzle into your flask. You sighed softly, using your right hand to push your hair out of your face. You were exhausted, to say the least. Your friends enjoyed a good night out the prior night, and you were begged by them to go along. Now you were regretting staying out until 2 am, surviving on three hours sleep and endless amounts of coffee from the staff lounge.

You picked up your flask when you heard three beeps to signal the coffee was ready, then discarded the pod so the machine was ready for the next person to use.

You walked to your class and took in a breath through your nose before you enter your classroom. You expected it to be empty, another half hour until your class was to begin. But you stopped at the door, your eyes going wide as you noticed Lee Heeseung sat at your desk, his legs spread wide and his eyes staring right at you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, the image of him before you making you feel intimidated. You kept your head high as you entered the room. You stopped before him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, you’re in my seat.” You even crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear as intimidating and annoyed but you doubted it had any effect over the male.

“I know,” He replied casually, daring to lean back in the chair. He looked up at you, his eyes daring to snake down your body before his lips turned up into a ghost of a sideways-smirk.

You felt humiliation and some form of anger fluttered in your chest. You had a feeling the student before you either hated you, or was determined to test you within an inch of your abilities just because you were the new, young teacher.

You stepped closer and raised an eyebrow, trying to appear confident but the sweat forming on your palms told yourself otherwise. “Please go to your own seat,” You spoke, begging your voice to not shake and waver your authority over him.

The man before you stood from your seat and made sure as he walked past you, his body was as close to yours as he could get away with despite there being more than enough space for him to pass around you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding, then shook your head. You placed your flask down carefully, scared you’d drop it if you held it for much longer.

You made your way to your desk and gently sat down, crossing one leg over the other. You placed your laptop on top of the desk and looked over your laptop screen to steal a glance in Heeseung’s director. He was staring right at you, so you rushed to look down, acting as if you were looking at the top of your screen and not over it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice filled the room after several moments of silence, scaring you from the sudden noise and causing you to jump and hit your flask, which in turn ended up coating your brand new white shirt.

“Shit!” You stand quickly, trying to pull your shirt from the skin as the heat burned. You didn’t hear the scrape of the chair before the man rushed to your side, a handful of tissues in his grip. You didn’t even think about what was happening, allowing him to try to soak up some of the hot liquid with the tissues. The stain remained, but the shirt was slowly becoming dryer.

When you realised your student was abnormally and uncomfortably close to you, you stepped back and rushed out a jumble of what was meant to be a thank you before you grabbed your jacket and went to make a move to run to the bathrooms.

Heeseung grabbed the back of your bag to stop you from escaping. You stopped in your tracks and watched as he slipped off his green jumper and held it out to you, leaving him in only a white t-shirt. You didn’t carry spare clothes for potential accidents, and at that moment you were desperate so you grabbed his jumper with a smile, then ran off to the bathroom.

“So don’t forget, your characters need to make the audience feel something and sympathise with them within the first five minutes at least, or else the audience will be turning their screens off,” You finished as you got to the end of your PowerPoint.

“Does anyone have any questions?” You asked, going to tuck a piece of hair behind your hair but then cringing at the realisation your hair, a wet coffee stained mess, was tied back.

“Whose jumper is that, Professor Y/N?” One of your best and friendliest students asked. She looked you up and down, and then wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s so big on you and my boyfriend has the exact same one, so I know it’s a man’s jumper.”

You wave your hand dismissively and force a laugh. Your cheeks were stained red in betrayal, and your mouth rejected the words your student suggested. “This is just a jumper I bought because it looked comfortable, it’s not a jumper of a boyfriend or anything. I like the baggy style of clothing,” You tried to defend yourself, but no one was falling for it.

The rightful owner smirked from his seat, his eyes avoiding you but a sense of pride and ownership came over him. In some sick twisted way, he was wanted to express the jumper was his and claim you as his own, but he knew now was not the time and it was unlikely he would get away with it without you shouting at him.

Your students settled down and chose to quit the questions about your love life when they soon realised you were going to remain tight lipped about the subject, but ever so slightly, for just a brief moment, your eyes glanced in Heeseung’s direction during the duration of the questions.

Your heart deflated when you noticed him talking to someone else, not so much as a care in the world. It was wrong to feel that way about a student, you knew that. But you couldn’t help it. He was, after all, the golden student—and dare you say it, your favourite student.

“Oh, come on,” Your friend whined as she draped her body over yours when she threw herself down on your sofa. “It’s just one night out, we used to love going to costume parties. Please say yes, I’ll never ask you to buy the wine on our Friday nights ever again!” Your friend rushed to kneel by your side, her eyes wide and her lips turned down in a sad, yet begging emotion. She even added the rubbing of her hands in a praying position.

She always knew exactly how to wrap you around her finger and get you to accept her pleas with next to no effort.

You stared at her for several long seconds before you threw your head back and groaned with defeat. “Fine, yes, I’ll fucking go. But you’re making all the effort and choosing the outfits. I’m just going to be getting dressed and turning up. Nothing more, nothing less.

Your friend smiled wide and nodded her head, already scheming all the ways she can dress you hot, and finally find you a good lay for the night.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I’m going to make us look so hot–” You zoned out while she spoke, looking down at the green jumper you wore. You had better get it cleaned and hand it back to Heeseung…

You stood in front of the mirror in a small white dress, white stockings, white heels, and feathery angel wings for decoration with a halo on top of your head to complete the look. Your hair was left in waves and your makeup was gentle, yet sultry.

“Damn girl, you look hot,” You friend jokingly landed a spank on your ass before she came to stand beside you in an almost matching outfit, but everything in red and black with torn wings and horns replacing the halo.

“As do you,” You grinned at your friend before you sucked in a breath. Sure, some weeks ago you had complained endlessly about going out to some event which would likely be filled with those younger than you, but you needed a fun night out after the week you’d been having.

One of the older male faculty members had overheard your students singing your praises, even deeming you their favourite out of all the tutors. He didn’t take too kindly to that as he had been teaching them from the start, but you? You were new. Unknown. The tutor decided to make your life hell, making you do all the things a teach assistant would do. He made you get him coffee every morning, print his paper packs out, and he even made you get him lunch.

You had failed to see Heeseung the whole week, and had still yet to give him his jumper back. You were busy in work with your own classes, you didn’t have time to be running after a student and a faculty member harbouring bad feelings.

Tonight was the night you were going to forget about it all, if at least just for a few hours.

Your friend grabbed your bag and held it over her shoulder while the pair of you walked out of your apartment, then outside the building. The walk wasn’t too far to get to the venue for the costume party from where you lived, and as you made your way, you could already hear the thumping music.

You weren’t used to wearing heels anymore, so you kept almost stumbling but you chose to ignore the ache in your ankles and toes and kept walking right through the crowd of people scattered around in costumes and walked right into the venue, not even noticing you lost your friend in the crowd of people on the way.

The music was loud, addicting. It pulled your body to the dance floor, and that was where you spent most of the night. Some men bought you drinks and shoved them in your hands to consume, and while you should have been more resilient and not be so willing to accept drinks from strangers, you needed a release from stress and could care less about your safety. Surely no one would do anything back to you in a crowd of people?

You felt hands snake around your waist and huffed for what felt like the millionth time that night, about to turn and push the person away, but before you could turn in their arms you felt a breath of air against your neck and heard a familiar voice say in your ear, “Well, who would have expected to have seen here here, Professor Y/N.”

You felt heat rise up your neck and cheeks and moved your hands to place on top of his, trying to remove his hands from your sides with no luck. He was much, much more sober than yourself and so was stronger.

“Heeseung, what are you doing here?” You asked, managing to squeeze a way to turn around in his arms to face him. You ignored the close proximity, your faces close to one another.

“I’m partying with my friends, duh,” He replied with a cocked eyebrow and his famous side smirk that had you in a secret chokehold.

You noticed he was in a racer costume, his hair gelled back. You didn’t know what came over you, but one of your hands grabbed his cheeks and pushed them together so his lips smushed together. “You haven’t come to class in a while, I haven’t been able to give you your jumper back.”

Heeseung smiled and managed to get out, “You can keep it, it looks better on you.”

You rolled your eyes before your hand dropped to lazily wrap around his neck, not noticing how both your bodies swayed together in time with the music. “Everyone will get the wrong idea about us.”

“The only wrong idea about us is that my cock hasn’t been in your pretty little pussy yet,” He words were lewd, and you felt your stomach turn at them. Your eyes went wide, your lips parting slightly. The expression on your face said, ‘yes please’, but your lips held firm in rejection.

“I’m your teacher, I can’t have sex with you,” You were firm at the idea, but you made no effort to push his hands off your body as his one hand reached for your ass with a rough squeeze. “Plus… I don’t do those things anymore. It’s been… It’s been a while,” Your words trail off, only making Heeseung smirk more.

“All the more reason to let me fuck you senseless. I heard you’ve been stressed in class the last week. I can’t think of a better stress reliever than having you bouncing on some good dick. Don’t you agree?” Heeseung tried to tempt you again, his hands daring to move from your ass to between your thighs, pushing upwards under your skirt despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

You close your eyes and hum at the feeling, your body begging for the touch of a man. You go to reject his offer once again, but the alcohol and need for sex was begging for you to give in and allow Heeseung to have his way with you. Hard. So you opened your eyes and nodded your head eagerly. You grabbed his hand from between your legs. “Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, then this will never happen.”

Heeseung nodded his head quickly, his brain going numb with your words. He didn’t expect you to say yes so easily, but he did use the stress card against you. Maybe that was mean of him. You seemed very stressed lately. But the thought of helping you destress made his cock twitch. He was going to make sure you had a chance to destress, even if it took all night.

You dragged Heeseung pretty much all the way to apartment, but he could walk faster than you due to his longer legs and the fact you wore heels. He was right on your tail, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck while his mouth spoke filthy words.

You got to the lobby area of your hotel and stumbled in your feels as you tried to practically run to the elevator. Heeseung thought that was a cute move, but resisted the urge to laugh. He smirked slightly to himself, then allowed you to grab his shirt and pull him inside the elevator.

Due to no one else stepping inside, Heeseung pushed you against the elevator wall and pressed his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss wasn’t as sloppy as he expected. He was gentle with the pressure he applied, and you reciprocated with the same. You parted your lips into the kiss, allowing his tongue access into your mouth but the elevator made a ding noise, signalling the door were to open soon.

You pulled your mouth off of his but still remained close, you arms around his body was you watched the doors. The floor was yours, and no one else was waiting to get on. You went back to dragging Heeseung along by his shirt, pulling him through the hallway to your door before you began typing to code into your handle.

As you focused your attention off him, Heeseung’s lips attached to your neck while his hands ran up and down your sides in feather-light touches. He wanted, no, needed you. And you would never admit it, but you needed him too.

You rushed to type your code in the door, then pushed it open. You used your back to keep it propped open before you grabbed his shirt and pulled him to crash your lips together, then you pulled him backwards inside your apartment. The door shut behind you both with a soft click, and the automatic lights illuminated the way down the hallway to your bedroom.

You reached behind you to push the door open and almost fall at the action to which Heeseung laughs against your lips. You go to scold him for not caring if you fell, but as you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue inside to gently massage it against your own. You never liked the idea of that type of kissing before, but with Heeseung, it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

Heeseung grabbed the halo sat on top of your head and pulled back from the kiss just enough to smirk at it and tut. “You won’t be needing this anymore after all the ways I’m about to corrupt you.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone and grabs his jaw with your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Who’s to say all angels are good?”

Heeseung smiled at your response and pressed a single kiss to your lips before he bent down and wrapped his arms around our thighs, picking you up just enough to throw you backwards onto your bed.

He instantly leant down on top of you, his hands holding onto your thighs as he pressed his crotch tight against your own. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of your panties and moaned with need.

Heeseung gave a teasing thrust against you, smirking at your moan again. “God, you sound so beautiful.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your lower lip before his crashed his lips back to yours, kissing sloppily before he kept grinding against you.

You pushed his shoulders and whined, “Please stop teasing, I need you.”

Heeseung smirked as he watched your face as you tried not to squirm under him. His hands moved from your thighs upwards and reached your panties. He raised an eyebrow as his fingertips felt the material. “Lace? Never took you for a lace panties kind of woman.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless, lifting your helps to allow him to pull them down. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung lent down, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke next. “Well then it’s time you taught me, don’t you think?”

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