team bad guys

on the new Iron Fist series

So after binge watching a ton of Marvel’s new Iron Fist series, I went onto tumblr, wondering what the fandom was up to now, what with all these new gifs and stuff to make. ‘Maybe I would find some fan art or something’ I thought innocently to myself,

BUT BOY WAS I WRONG

instead, I was greeted with SO MUCH DISCOURSE on how Iron Fist ‘needs a chinese-american actor’ or ‘has terrible dialogue and is slow’.

the best part is when I found out that some of y’all are trying to get this show boycotted like ‘????’

Now as a Chinese-speaking Asian female, living in Asia, with an Asian background and a good know-how of Chinese history, as well as a decent knowledge of comic books, (although I confess I got into the animated series first) I’m here to end the discussion before y’all get your full rage on and start fighting fans of the show like it’s Lord of the Flies up in here

So keep reading if you want to be educated or if you just want to fight me before you know what you’re even talking about

“THE SHOW INSULTS CHINESE CULTURE”

Uhhhh…no? I’ve seen a few episodes and I mean so far there isn’t really anything that screams ‘insult’ or even offensive in the slightest. Besides maybe the fact that they take the beliefs and twist them a little bit but honestly even that ain’t that bad as to what I’ve seen elsewhere.

I’ve read the boycott post and let me say that yea, they dressed him with an eye for Asian elements, but maybe that’s because it’s supposed to be resembling Asian clothing? I mean how is that offensive? Is it the part that it looks Asian? Or that you simply feel that white people that direct these shows should not be using Asian stuff for entertainment? Because I hate to break it to you but it’s still not offensive. Even the dragon tattoo is totally fine because it’s supposed to resemble Asian elements yea but also have y’all read the comics? Because he punched through a dragon and basically took it’s heart. So I mean a dragon tattoo kinda matches the theme.

I mean in the first episode they speak almost flawless Chinese for Pete’s sake! Hell, I was surprised that they even had it in them to have a non-Google translated line. Sure the accent was a little overdoing it cuz not even I have that thick a Chinese accent but I’ll excuse it since he was apparently learning and speaking 15 years. (I speak it maybe a few times a day for like the last 14 years or so only)

So no, the show doesn’t really insult Chinese culture, sure they might be ignorant, but you must understand that after generations of stereotypes and misconceptions that that can’t just go away with one show

“Danny Rand should be played by an Asian guy/be a Chinese-American”

I can’t even begin to tell you my frustration about this.

Y’all do know this show is based on the comics right?

You know, the one with the white guy.

I know Marvel is infamous for not including enough representation in their shows but seriously? This is like the Harry Potter thing all over again with Hermione being black, it’s not that we don’t want representation or anything, but it’s the fact that this hero that us comic fans have come to already love has been replaced. Or at least it feels like it. Like when a movie is made from a book and people go crazy because character XYZ suddenly has different traits or isn’t quite what was described as compared to the book.

Frankly, it sucks.

So even though yes, Marvel should have more Asians in their shows, don’t expect them to completely give the main character a makeover, even if the makeover was supposed to provide representation. And honestly? I don’t want them to change him because I really freaking love Iron Fist, just as he is.

“This show just villainizes Asians”

So you tell me that my race is being made villains because Marvel decided that most of their Asians on their shows are evil ninjas (aka the Hand) and at most there are like 3 sorta good Asians. Oh and I’m sorry, you want more Asian men that are good guys? You want a balance of Asian heroes?

Well I guess that would be kind of hard to fit into the story since, oh, I don’t know, everything happens in the USA?

If you want more Asian characters well then look no further because you do have them. Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield? What about her extremely brave mom? Or maybe Colleen in Iron Fist? Everyone seems to be blatantly ignoring her badassery and only seeing the part where she’s a sorta love interest.

Facts are, there are Asian characters, you’re really just looking hard enough. I agree wholeheartedly when you say that more Asian men need to be in the Marvel universe that aren’t part of the bad guy team but you gotta say that they are still awesome.

Does anyone even remember the Japanese ninja yakuza guy from Daredevil? Dude got set on fire and STILL came back to kick ass. That’s a plus in my book because even though he’s considered bad, he’s been proven to be cunning, smart, and overall awesome.

“The show has terrible stunts/acting/dialogue/fight scenes”

From here on out it’s mostly just me trying to explain why the directors and writers of the show made decisions in the show to make it what it is, so let’s dive right into it.

  • STUNTS

Actually the stunts weren’t half-bad. If you’ve seen other shows or movies that are heavily reliant on stunts and action, and compare it to this show, they really aren’t that much different. Sure it might seem a little unbelievable sometimes like they’re breaking physics or something, but he already has a glowing fist. I think we’ve crossed the line of believable long ago.

  • ACTING

I have nothing to say about this except that go and take some acting or drama classes before coming and criticizing these awesome men and women who did indeed try their best

  • DIALOGUE

Now I get the dialogue might be a little weird at times and what not, but you must understand that this show was partially written with the Defenders series in mind. So almost everything that was said in the show is meant to lead to something more. Thus, you must take it as a bigger picture. Sorta like how everyone said that Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them wasn’t as good as they thought it would be, that movie was also meant to lead on to a bigger story so you might want to excuse the weird speech and cryptic lines at times.

  • FIGHT SCENES & ACTION

Okay seriously people, please read the comics. Danny Rand is supposed to be an accidental hero, one that doesn’t want to fight unless he really has zero choice in the matter. So yea, the fight scenes won’t be that interesting, but only because the character in question is more interested in ending the fight than anything.

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So there you have it, my whole slightly angry info-dump on Iron Fist and Marvel’s representation problem in general. If you want to correct me or scold me even then by all means message me or shoot me an ask. But just keep in mind that Marvel can’t make all your problems go away in one show, and please for the love of all that is good read the comics before coming to rant okay?

Calling all y’all readers and movie-watchers and fans around:

I’m looking for books and movies and stories, even fanfics, where the main character is friends with the ‘monsters’. Unlikely friendships. Teaming up with the ‘bad guys’ and learning that everyone’s the same and character development.

These are my faaaaavorites because it’s always about having a deep emotional connection with your friends (which my antisocial ass likes) instead of just being friends because of proximity and mutual interests (which my antisocial ass is kinda eh about).

Stuff like Trollhunters:

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Or Dragonheart:

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Or Gargoyles:

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Or A Monster in Paris:

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Or How to Train Your Dragon:

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Or Ninja Turtles:

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Or Alien vs Predator:

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Or Transformers:

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Or Strange Magic:

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If anybody has any suggestions, I’m always a slut for genuine friendship.

When you wanna join a fictional team

But the game developers don’t let you, even though Team Skull specifically asks at Po Town if you’re there to join them.

GIVE ME THE OPTION TO SAY YES! Why did you have them ask it if you weren’t going to give the option??? I really liked those losers by then.

I wanted to do something about the plot at that point. I was so tired of bailing Lillie out and her whole ‘GET IN THE BAG, NEBBY!’

I wanted the chance to cause mayhem and minor destruction with my children. I wanted to have Guzma send me on missions with Plumeria, because he knows that your 11 year old protagonist ass is far more competent than any of the other grunts in his team put together. So why can’t I go and choose to be a bad guy and decide to not go through with the rest of the trials, just to see what the end result would be?

I wouldn’t care about who the champion would be, because I’d be too busy hanging out with the other Team Skull grunts, arguing over stupid things and playing late night wii tournaments.

The whole Lusamine thing would still have to be addressed somehow but still-

Take my money for this kind of thing, Nintendo/game freak!

Let me play as a bad guy for once! Better yet, make it an option that you can battle real players on wifi who choose not to go the bad guy route! Let me take their in game money when they lose and 'steal’ a Pokémon until they are able to defeat me to get the Pokémon back (don’t worry; it’d be hanging out in Po Town- Team skull aren’t monsters-they’ll even groom and feed that Pokémon in the meantime)

*yells into the void* Let me live the bad guy dream as a Team Skull grunt!

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Frozen stars Chapter one: uh, home, it's nice

“It’s nice to know that you can trust possums, small creatures with tiny hands, fit for picking up nice and shiny rocks from the ground and keeping them in their tiny house. Like, their small and warm, never hurting anyone- I’d feel safe if one cradled me in its arms.” Lance says as he looks toward his mami, as they’re sitting on a cloud in the middle of the ocean, looking up at the starry sky, that’s filled with- pepe?  And normal, yellow, round stars. Wait- that’s not normal, but whatever.

Lance sits quietly with his mami as he sees small shadows of unidentifiable shapes by the horizon. “Mami, What do you think of possums?” He brings up, his mami looking at him and saying, “Hijo, I know you’re scared. Scared, empty, and sad.” Lance looks at his mami, questionmarks start popping up over his head- literally. “Que mami? What are you trying to say?” His mami smiles lightly and hugs him tightly. “You can’t hide anything from me.”

His mami starts singing in a familiar and calming tune, she used to sing this song to him everytime he’d have a nightmare, or couldn’t sleep. he looks up, and suddenly the sky changes its form, and the stars look different, it almost looks like the painting; Starry sky, a masterpiece created from an amazing artist, only to die young and in pain. Lance feels the warm embrace of his mami, and he closes his eyes, only to look up at the sky again. “Wow.”

The stars shine so brightly, like small twinkles in your eyes, it’s calming to know when your mami is with you.

“It’s time to say goodnight the the moon.”

She sings in a calm voice, so soft it can make even the waves fall asleep.

“It’s time to say bye-bye to the stars.”

She gives the warmest hugs, so calming and comfortable and makes you forget about everything bad.

“It’s time to say goodnight, and then dream away.”

I miss those hugs.

Lance wakes up with a chill running from the bottom of his back, traveling throughout his spine, having a dream of his mami doesn’t really make him feel good.

“Aargh, I really need a full eight hours of sleep for once.” Lance complains trying to ignore his homesickness, and having to go eat breakfast, he really just wants to lie in bed and do nothing. “Whatever.” He says before putting on his slippers and walking out of his room, towards the kitchen.

When he arrives at the kitchen he comes across Keith, Pidge- who’s having some sort of argument- and Hunk, who’s standing in the kitchen making some sort of breakfast-goo, whilst listening to Keith’s and Pidge’s argument.

“No, no, Pidge you don’t understand, MCR needs to come back together!” Pidge snorts at Keith’s comment, even making Hunk and Lance laugh. “Guys, please listen, they’re important!”

“Oh, and for what?” Pidge fires back with a mischievous smile on her face. “I- I don’t know! but they are good.” That comment only leads to Hunk, Pidge and Lance to whisper the same thing under their breaths in sync; “No one understands me, mom.” with Keith only shouting in anger and running up to Lance, trying to start another argument.

”So how was your beauty sleep, blue paladin?” Keith asks, and Lance responds with “W-well, better without you.” only to make it sound as if Keith has slept with lance in the same bed. “Well, whatever mullet-head. I’m hungry.” Lance says blushing before going to sit down on the table, waiting for breakfast to be ready, ignoring that conversation.

After a little while of chatting and waiting for breakfast to get ready, Shiro and Slav enters the room. “Good morning!” Shiro greets. “Morning!” Lance says smiling, with Shiro looking at Lance and smiling back. “So, Shiro, what do you think about MCR?” Pidge asks before anyone could do anything else. “MCR? Theyy uhh, they’re not a band anymore right??” Shiro responds confused. “Oh goooooo odd dd, lets us not bring that back up, please?” Keith asks with an annoyed tone. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I was just teasing you!” Pidge says whilst grinning.
“Breakfast is ready!” Hunk shouts, when he soon comes with a bowl of green goo and puts it on the table. “Yaaas! Thanks, Hunk!” Lance shouts, and as he’s taking a spoonful of goo, the alarm sets off.

“Goddammit!” Lance says, as he drops the spoon and runs to get his suit.

“So, what happened now again?” Lance asks whilst sitting in his lion, Pidge, annoyed answers with; “Ugh, didn’t you listen?”, “Sorry..” Lance replies. “ouch.” Lance thinks, Pidge didn’t know was that that comment actually really hurt Lance, he’s not really good with insults. “Guys don’t fight, and Lance, pay attention now. Some village in some planet claimed that they saw a galra ship, so we’re gonna check it out.”, Lance nods, not really responding, he just feels kinda bummed out, it happens sometimes.

When they land, they’re on a watery planet, with small islands with, what it seems like, palm trees, and some type of pink trees- like cherry trees, there’s Krystal’s everywhere, and the sky is blue in some parts, pastel pink on either parts, with white clouds, Lance looks around curiously, this planet almost reminds him of home.

“GUys I’m gonNa get something I forgot in Blue,” Lance says, his voice cracking up at that sentence, and then just, walking off.

“Is he sad?” Pidge asks, looking at her teammates. “I… don’t think so? If he was sad he’d be really quiet?” Hunk says, kinda confused,  with Pidge answering with “So, he’s basically never sad lol.” The others laugh, because, they think that it was true, although they don’t really mean to hurt lance with what Pidge said.

Lance sits crouched beside Blue and takes a few breaths, well, at least he tries. “Lance stop, don’t cry, please!” Lance whimpers to himself, then he can start hearing comforting purrs from blue, almost sounding like breaths, getting louder, then lower. “Follow my breath, little kitten.” Lance does as blue says and tries to follow those breaths with his own. “Thanks, Blue.” Lance says as he calms down, taking in some air and drying his eyes, hoping the others won’t notice that he cried. “Of course hey won’t.” “Shut up.”.

Lance walks back to the others, they didn’t wait. “Of course they didn’t.”, well, at least he can see them in the distance, walking towards a small wooden bridge built across the water.

It’s a good thing that they easily could find the village, the planet was quite small and there was really just three separate villages and one which had the “leader” for the villages.

The villages looks nicer than they expected, with small wooden houses built here and there, with pretty small paths made of some sort of white crystal, leading through different parts of the villages, and the place where the leader lived was just the same as the other houses, just a little inch bigger, and there were some pretty purple and black crystals growing in some parts of the walls. “Oh my god is the leader as emo as keef!?” Lance says jokingly, pointing at the crystals. “Lance, please, no more.” Keith begs, and Lance just laughs as Shiro walks up to the door and is about to knock when- the leader opens the door. “Hello, paladins! Welcome to my humble palace!”, being sarcastic at that comment. “How did you-” Shiro tries to ask before the leader abruptly responds with, “Aah, just a hunch!”.

The leader is quite tall and wrinkly, he’s green with blue spots all over his face, leading to his back, his legs are that of a frogs, but the rest of his body is almost like a humans, just that his skin is green, he has gills on his neck instead of having a nose on his face- he’s noseless, and he’s wearing some type of suit (More like bathing shorts and a crop top). He is quite muscular, but considering of the stick he uses to stand he’s probably quite old(ish), maybe as the age of Coran if he hadn’t been frozen so many years.

“Ah yes, come on give me a hug! Everybody now!” The leader says. “Oh no.” Lance thinks, as he’s not really comfortable hugging a guy he’s just met, as everyone gladly walks in for a warm hug by frog-grandpa except- “Except you, blue paladin, you don’t have to.” he says with, quite a comforting smile whilst looking at lance, as he lets go of the others. Lance, quite relieved, but confused asks “Why?” The leader looks at him and says “Say, have you been a victim of rape?” Lance steps back. “How did he know?” he looks at him dead in the eye, with sweat already running down from his forehead and tensed up says “No, why do you ask.” and the leader replies with “Just a hunch.”, shrugs and keeps walking whilst the others just kept staring in confusion. “W.. what.” Keith suddenly says, with everybody else just looking at him and agreeing, even Lance, because he doesn’t want them to know, something that’s supposed to be secret, he doesn’t want anyone to know.

The paladins keep on going with their mission, and it turns out that a Galran escape pod was launched from a Galran ship somewhere in space. Inside of the escape pod, there were some galran children that were forced to work with the captain, turns out they didn’t like the idea of them helping to destroy planets, so they escaped.

“What? Galran children!? We should keep them captive, they may be dangerous considering where they came from!” Allura hesitantly says as Keith looks down to the ground, and before he can protest, Lance tells Allura off. “Hey, princess, their kids, and, uh, I don’t know if you heard, but they didn’t want to destroy planets?? Rather just escape?? from CHILD LABOUR, perhaps?? Oh and didn’t I say they are just children?? Plus, not every Galra is bad.” He says, kind of irritated, looking at Keith, giving off a comforting smile, as Keith smiles back, it turns out it worked. “Oh, yes, my pardon Lance, they’re just children. But what are we going to do with them, maybe there is some type of childcare center somewhere, but would they then be comfortable taking care of Galran children?” Allura responds, ignoring the Not every Galra is bad phrase. “Maybe I can take care of them!” The leader says, smiling as he brought up the idea.

“Yeah, sounds good!” Shiro says, and before the galran children walk up to the leader they ask “But, what are we gonna do with the baby?” They say pointing at the ship.

The Paladins climb into the ship, only to see a small creature that is purple, looking almost galra, but it has horns and some type of antennas that you see on butterflies, it also has galra ears. Its eyes are yellow, but has pupils that looked more like if it would be from a lizard, and its skin is scaly on some parts, especially on its face, where its chin leading down to its neck is blue-purple scaly skin and with purple coloured fur on other parts. It is wearing ragged black clothes, well, more like cloth, and the little creature, who is quivering in the tiniest corner of the escape pod, what it looked like, it was probably about 7-8 years old, and, it wasn’t galra, well, maybe half galra. The team climbs out of the escape pod, only to ask the children where the creature came from. “W- we took it before we left, it was in the prison and its mother had been tortured to death, we don’t know if it’s a he or a she, and we couldn’t just leave it, so we took it with us but we, don’t know how to take off, like, smaller children.” One of the Galran children said. “But, can’t you take care of him??” Keith asks as he looks at the leader. “Nope.” The leader answers. “Why?” Hunk asks, with the leader responding with, “Just a hunch.”

As the other paladins start to argue about what they should do with the child Lance gets tired of their complaining, and shouts, “ENOUGH! I’ll take care of him! Jesus christ, climb in there and look at him! He’s scared to death as you guys are shouting!”

Lance climbs into the ship and tries to talk with the creature. Crouching, he looks at the boy with a small smile on his face, just to try and calm him. “Hey, little fella! You understand me?” He asks quietly, moving slowly toward it. The creature nods, hugging his legs to his chest and breathing heavily, looking down to the ground. “Hey, it’s ok, I’m gonna take care of you! J-just relax.” The child looks up at Lance, looking as if there is something lost in the child’s heart, a face with no emotions, and eyes without a spark. “My mami is dead.” it says, And it hits Lance, the way it said Mami, what he calls his mother, the word that hits too close to home, and Lance, with a broken face whimpers and says, “I’m sorry hijo.” And hugs the creature, that resists at first, but then hugs back.

you who never arrived in my arms

post-framework literally just jemma & fitz talking about the trauma because apparently that’s all I can write because I’m not okay. emotional hurt/comfort. tw: discussions of non-con & aida. 

thanks to @itsavolcano for the beta!

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All she can focus on is Fitz and whether he’s okay and whether he will ever meet her eyes again. She sits with him when he cries. She holds his hand on good days and holds his whole body together on bad days. Sometimes he opens up to her, spilling his secrets into her lap. She confesses to stabbing him; they forgive each other for what they cannot yet forgive themselves.

But this is the extent of their physical intimacy, because he never takes initiative and she is afraid to push him. She misses when all parts of him were wholly hers, when they could lose themselves in each other and nothing else in the world mattered.

Today is a good day. They sit hip-to-hip on the edge of the bed, and she tells a joke and he laughs unexpectedly. She glances up at him and sees an ache behind his eyes to match her own, so she presses her lips to his, softly and hesitantly.

That’s all it is for a moment, a gentle question and answer, a faint okay? and yes and please, until suddenly he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss, sucking at her tongue and biting her lip. Her whole body is consumed with an intense desire that tips over into an actual need. His hands skim underneath her shirt, burning a trail along her chilled skin, and she whimpers against his mouth. She reaches up, palming his cheeks to force him harder against her.

It takes her brain a second to process what she’s feeling, to understand why her hands are wet, why his ragged breathing sounds less like arousal and more like panic.

“Fi-Fitz?” she asks, tremulously, self-conscious of the way her body is still begging for his touch. She takes a gulp of air and presses a hand to her forehead. He leans over, hides his face in his hands, and chokes on a sob.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, heartbroken and furious at herself.

“No,” he says, “no, it’s me.” He inhales a shuddering breath but she doesn’t put a comforting hand on his shoulder. She’s too afraid to touch him.

She blinks back her own tears and hesitates, unsure what he needs from her, or even what changed so suddenly. “Fitz,” she tries, “are you…what happened?”

He shakes his head. He’s practically folded in on himself. “I can see her,” he says. Her stomach clenches painfully and she tightens her hand into a fist unconsciously before forcing herself to relax, hoping he hasn’t noticed.

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imagine… ben and gil… but… as a ship

The editing of Minho in the Who You team was so creepy to me…. like you could see an arm, a knee, a foot, some hair, his reflection in the mirror, and sometimes the others would talk and you just know they’re looking at him. Just like a ghost. It’s gonna haunt me forever (plus the fact he’s garbage)…

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Not A Bad Thing (X) (Paulo Dybala Imagine)

To be honest, you hated Paulo’s girlfriends. Every single last one of them. Every time, he’d bring some alluring, blonde, 20-year-old fashion blogger home, you knew the eventual outcome. He’d have them spend the night, only to end their ephemeral relationship, with an obligatory thanks-for-the-sex text. Nethertheless, you acquiesced to meeting him and his new “girlfriend” for lunch in between two of your most hard classes for the day, Advanced Bankruptcy and Administrative Law.

“Y/n,” he cheered ebulliently, while the hazel eyes you had known all your life glistened in the daylight. “This is Patricia,” he claimed gesturing to the beach blonde, blue-eyed, girl accompanying him with the most palpable silicone breast implants you had ever seen in your life. Patricia eyes narrowed, shooting you looks of disgust, as your gaze perseverated over to Paulo’s. “Be nice,” Paulo pleadingly mouthed, causing you to agonizingly smile, as you managed to put forth your hand for a courteous handshake, which she kindly rejected. As you all took your seats, Paulo began effervescently chatting as you counted down the minutes, scratch that, the seconds until this lunch was over. ‘Okay, so you had completed 5 minutes, that was one twelfth of the way there, in another five minutes, you were going to be finishing one sixth of the lunch.’ It’s not that you hated spending time with Paulo. In fact, you loved every fugacious yet memorable minute you had with him. The way his vivacious eyes rolled back in laughter at your every remark, to the way you two would sing in the car, at the top of your lungs, to your favorite childhood songs, he was your everything. You had learned though, that those feelings were never going to be mutual, and lunch today was going to prove just that.

“She is the most important girl in my life right now,” Paulo chimed in to Patricia, “So it would mean a lot if you two were on good terms.”

Patricia scrunched up her nose, and bitterly whined, “But I thought I was the most important girl in your life, Paulie-bear”

Your forbearance dissipated as the term “Paulie-bear,” came out of Patricia’s mouth. Choking on your water, you began conspicuously dying of laughter, as you felt “Paulie-Bear’s” leg kick you underneath the table. “It’s just, me and her have been friends since the time we could walk,” Paulo rationed, “and now that we’ve gotten older, and she’s going to be some big, hotshot, lawyer, we barely get to spend time together.”

You offered Paulo a smile, as your eyes scanned the room. Coincidentally, your Administrative Law professor, an extremely successful man in his early thirties, made eye contact with you, as you hesitantly bit the flesh on your bottom lip and shyly smiled at him. Paulo studied your gaze quizzically, and instinctively whipped around as your professor abandoned his place in line, and sauntered over to your table.

“Professor Bianchi,” you greeted as you pushed your brunette locks past your shoulder, exposing your collar, “How are you, Sir?”

“Please,” he said warmly pulling you into a quick embrace, “Call me Steven.” “This student here, is perhaps the most bright undergrad I have ever met in my life,” he boasted causing Paulo to roll his eyes and calmly take a sip of his drink.

“Yep,” Paulo irritatingly affirmed, “She is pretty smart.” He took another sip of his drink, as the hazel depths of his eyes surveyed your professors suggestive body language and your nervousness.

“You know,” the man said, putting a hand firmly on your shoulder, “I was wondering if you would like to take part in an internship opportunity. Granted, you’d have to bear spending a lot of time with me,”

“Yeah, well she’s probably not interested,” Paulo interrupted cutting your Professor off, causing you to gape incredulously at him.

“I guess we’ll just have to talk more about it after class,” your professor annoyingly announced, hastily leaving the Cafe. As your server attentively came over to take your orders Paulo handed her 50 euros and thanked her for the service, although you all hadn’t actually gotten anything.

“Paulie, aren’t we going to get any lunch?” Patricia whined, subsequently causing Paulo to roll his eyes.

“No,” he retorted angrily, “Me and y/n have to talk.” “In private,” he added coldly, abandoning the fetching blonde while ushering you out of the Cafe’s exit by the palm of your hand.  

“Hey- um- Paulie Bear,” you angrily sneered at him as soon as you got outside, “You wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?”

“Just tell me,” he choked, “You’re not dating that perverted asshole.” He paced back and forth, before placing his hand protectively on your shoulder blades, his gaze locking onto yours.

“No,” you whispered, “But I don’t see why that even matters to you.” He let go of your shoulders and looked down at the ground. Never in his life had ever been more terrified than he was now.

Leaning down, he lifted up your head, placing a hand softly on your neck. This wasn’t how he wanted to tell you. He pressed his lips onto yours as you felt the burning flesh of his mouth on yours. “That’s why,” he whispered.