#and she's just so clearly full of shit when you actually study her.

[chunkecheeks]

i think everyone should learn who madame blavatsky is because the majority of horrible racist conspiracy theories goes back to her and having that knowledge genuinely helps you recognize the more innocuous sounding bits and go oh! that's racist bullshit peddled by a fake snakeoil medium over a hundred years ago

[soy-soi-si]

Leona, Azul, Idia, Floyd, Jack, Rook, and Sebek with a Fem! Reader who texts to try and get more cuddles.

Leona

He was just dealing with practice not actually doing anything since Vargas was off fuckin around with track and he was just making the rest do a final work out he himself tired sweaty and fucking peeved when his phone buzzes.

He pulls it out expecting it to be some shit from Cheka stealing his brother's phone again for the sixth time today. Then he spots the name and he immediately opens it.

「wheer are u」

He takes a second before smiling imagining y/n half asleep in his bed where he left her.

「practice, you just wake up?」

He barely pays any mind to the group running laps panting like dogs.

「cmoe bavk im lpnely」

Leona can barely resist the urge to get up and fly straight to the dorm on his broom.

「give me a sec」

He looks up at the group hissing in a breath as his tail sways, “That's enough we're done for the day!” immediately he gets up grabbing his shit before walking off to go take a shower before going to the dorm.

Azul

Azul was just dealing with some contractors' study guides when his phone buzzed. He didn't even hear it the first time, or he equated it to Floyd sending another meme. Then it buzzed again, and again though pretty spaced apart by probably fifteen seconds. He got annoyed by the sound quickly grabbing his phone to see who's interrupting his concentration.

Then it immediately goes away at the nickname he put as y/n’s contact info. His beautiful pearl and he opens it taking a second to lean back.

「azzy」

「why’d you leave me」

「i'm coming to the lounge for cuddles」

He pauses remembering he left her at ramshackle after she fell asleep during lunch on him.

「alright, I'll see you soon」

Azul opens jades number calling him who immediately answers him. “Yeah?” “y/n’s coming to the lounge if you see her just send her straight to my room since I'm busy.” “Alright.”

Idia

Idia for once left his room just to retrieve more snacks for him and y/n when the text chimed through his music causing him to jump before fumbling with his phone and the grocery bag of snacks to see it was y/n and he immediately sighs in relief before glancing around then opening it.

「come back」

His hair turns pink before he texts her back.

「omw」

If he wasn't out of shape, he would've run back to his dorm room.

Floyd

Floyd was just playing on his phone skipping out on practice again since it got boring a little over halfway through, he's just sitting on the sidelines as the rest of them play. He hates how he smells but he can't go into the locker room because it smells worse there. He's just waiting until Vargas finally airs it out when the text comes.

「it's cold come back.」

His eyes light up since he's currently sweating from the heat. And he practically jumps up bolting out of the gym back to his room where his sleepy girlfriend is.

Jack

Hes finishing up with his cactuses in the main area of Savanaclaw when his phone buzzes. And he pulls it out just opening the text expecting it to be ruggie again asking him to grab something.

「babe, where did you goo」

His tail immediately begins wagging dusting the floor as he's kneeling down.

「I’m just in the common area」

Immediately she texts him back and he turns red.

「come back I want my boyfriend to cuddle me」

Rook

He probably went out to stalk Leona or some unsuspecting merman. And as he's sitting in a tree his phone buzzes. He pulls it out quickly spotting y/n's name so he opens it sparing a few glances to his prey who is not going to move anytime soon. Then he spots the picture of her laying in his bed on her stomach clearly tired as she looks into the camera.

「come here」

Rook immediately abandons his objective to go see the domestic beauty in his very own bed he denied his full attention.

Sebek

Sebek was just standing by Malleus when silver showed Malleus his phone. Malleus pauses for a moment before chuckling, turning to sebek who's clearly not amused by silver pulling out his phone at all near waka-sama. “Sebek, you're free to go to y/n. I’m going to retire for the night.” Malleus stands up waving the boy off as he and Silver walk away, leaving him confused.

「I want cuddles I'm lonely」

[theologyy]

Review: “My Investing Journey and Learning” by Carmen Mundt

Qualifications: I’m a journalist reporting on business, economics, and defense who’s been in the industry for 7 years — the last 3 have been at, debatably, the #1 business publication in the world.

Rating: 2/5 stars

Thoughts: I cannot believe I spent 39 euros on this.

This 39 page ebook provides incredibly basic information that can all be found in this article.

First: while the ebook is about 40 pages, it probably has about 10 pages of actual information in it, interspersed with inspirational quotes from Sheryl Sandberg and Warren Buffet, with some pictures of Carmen in Monaco.

There’s about 1 page of “introduction” from Carmen that talks about her upbringing and journey to university in London. I won’t comment too much on her personal story, but an important thing to note is that she says she came from a “traditional Spanish household” where her father was the breadwinner and her mother had no access to family finances. After the 2008 crash, her family couldn’t afford to send her to college. She moved to London, applied for a student loan, and began studying finance at a university while working part time.

Carmen very, very briefly mentioned her regrets as to her mother’s inability to access higher education, work, and family financial planning; she says she’d never want to be in that position. While literally only one sentence, I think it makes it clear who the audience for this ebook is: someone who has absolutely, positively, no idea about money.

(She also very, very briefly mentions “big changes in her personal life” that made a full-time job in finance “not sustainable,” leading to her move to Monaco. This is her only reference to George.)

The rest of the book very simply explains how to make a budget, set financial goals, invest in the stock market, and mitigate risk. The information was kinda factually correct, and was written in a coherent manner. I think that’s the highest praise I can give it.

Here’s the thing: like other reviewers have called out, I am pretty certain that Carmen didn’t write anything besides the introduction. Whole sections (and indeed the entire format of the ebook) were clearly ripped from the Female Invest introductory courses. (I spent 3 hours clicking through each course so I could find direct wording comparisons to make this claim. I really wouldn’t recommend it.) I do think she edited these sections, and she interjected a few personal sentences; but I believe that’s where her involvement ended.

From an expert perspective, a lot of the information is so simplistic as to be almost incorrect. This isn’t a “first day of Econ 101” ebook — this is a “freshman year of high school home ec class” ebook. (Did anyone else’s home ec classes teach budgeting, or just me?)

Here’s an example. In a section on stocks, Carmen/Female Invest writes: “Investing in stocks allows you to support companies and causes you care about while still making a profit.”

On a basic level, this is correct. Purchasing a stock technically means you’re buying a little bit of a company, and I guess therefore supporting it. But unless a company is IPOing, you’re buying those stocks from another investor — which means your purchase has no effect on the company. So it’s a little disingenuous to claim you’re somehow helping the company. The ebook is rife with this kind of thing.

Carmen pushed in her advertising posts that the Female Invest courses were a key supplement to her book. So obviously, I had to do those too. And holy shit, they were so much worse than the ebook. Some parts were blatantly incorrect on basic information (they claim markets are open 24/7, when most are only open 9am-4:30pm on weekdays) and have some of the most patronizing metaphors I have ever read. (One of the most egregious was comparing your investment portfolio to a pizza because “stocks, bonds, and ETFs” make up different “sizes of slices to make a whole pie”. This isn’t even an accurate equivalent — maybe a calzone, pasta, and pizza make up a whole meal? I don’t even know.)

I would not recommend buying this ebook unless you, too, were barred from even thinking about a stock by your traditional father. Even then, consider free sources.

A Disclaimer on disclosures: So, after @ohblimeygeorge sent me a reddit post also reviewing Carmen’s book that mentioned ad disclosures, I decided to dive into the regulations. In the U.S., influential advertising is regulated by the FTC — in the EU, it’s regulated by the EU Commission, which I believe Carmen would qualify under since she is a Spanish citizen who lives in Monaco. First, I looked at this legal brief on content monetization business models, and concluded that that the ebook likely falls under “affiliate marketing” as Carmen likely receives a percentage of each ebook sold through her link.

(An additional disclaimer: obviously, I don’t know the details of the deal Carmen has with Female Invest, but I’d think it unlikely that she isn’t getting paid for their collaboration. She mentioned in an Instagram story under her Female Invest highlight that she “tried purchasing equity but they were already too big for what I could afford” but “did buy a bit of their crowdfunding.” Since she doesn’t have equity, i.e. doesn’t own a piece of the company, it’d be weird if she was doing this for free.)

Back on topic. I next looked at this legal brief on advertising disclosures. It states that affiliate marketing must be disclosed: “you need to make sure your audiences understand that it’s advertising.” Disclosures can include hashtags and “mentioning” advertising in the caption. Carmen has not disclosed advertising in any of her Female Invest posts, and appears to be violating this regulation. (Interestingly, her only posts that follow disclosure requirements are her Tommy posts.)

It’s apparently not uncommon. An EU Commission study showed 80% of influencers in the EU do not properly disclose ads.

So, there’s that too.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Extra Credit - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeProfessor!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink, ownership kink, creampie, cum play, older Rafe

📖 College Student Reader is close to a C and decides to ask her gorgeous professor for some extra credit.

✨ This - This is a man. Sure, I’ve been with plenty of boys, but this is divine. I can tell that he knows what he’s doing: how to kiss, how to touch a woman. I need him. All of him. ✨

3.1 k lightly edited (<- mostly smut) I'll be adding part 2 soon :)

“I'm so close to a C,” you grumble, eyes rolling as you hold yet another Econ test between your fingers; D+ scrolled in blood-red ink. “Another fuckin’ D.”

“A D+, actually,” your friend teases, tapping the top.

“Well, would you look at that?" You sass, readjusting yourself from your slumped state, eyes drifting ahead, matching Professor Cameron’s. He represses a smile, running his palm against his lips.

"Do they do extra credit in college?” You whine, leaning into your friend, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue to sulk.

“Professor C? No fuckin’ way; the guy’s a hard ass.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” You look his way again, just missing his eyes. “He looks sweet,” you whisper.

“He’s hot as fuck,” she adds, making your cheeks flush pink. “Is he married? I don’t see a ring.” She studies him a little further, trying to get a better look.

“Why does it matter?” You ask, narrowing your gaze on him.

“Meh. It doesn’t, but it makes it easier. You said you wanted extra credit, sunshine.” She wiggles her eyebrows, elbowing you playfully.

“Just tell me what you’re getting at,” you huff. “Class is almost over, and I need to figure this shit out.”

“Jesus Christ, babe. You want extra credit. He's not married. And he already looks at you like he wants to devour you.”

“Eat me?”

“If that’s what you’re into, or you could suck him off, I suppose," she giggles as you let out a little gasp. ”Ugh… Stop clutching your pearls. If he was lookin’ at me like that, he’d be blowin’ my back out every day of the week.“

”So, you really think he likes me?“ Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you turn in his direction. He’s not looking at me…

"Just give it a second," your friend breathes.

Professor Cameron thumbs through the remaining stack of tests, handing another small pile to his teacher’s assistant before snagging his school bag and coffee cup. Your stomach floods with butterflies as he matches your gaze, walking toward the lecture hall steps.

”Just fucking do it,“ she groans. ”Even if you don’t get the extra credit, at least you’ll get somethin’ out of it.“

"Something?”

“Dick… Seriously. What the fuck, girl?" 

"Stop bein’ mean,” you whine. ‘What if he doesn’t want me?“

”Sure,“ she laughs.

You walk down the hallway, heading toward the faculty offices. Wandering slowly as you skim the name plaques, searching for his.

Professor Rafe Cameron

Rafe? You bite back a nervous smile. I’ve never met a "Rafe” before. You lift your fist, giving the door a soft knock.

“Come in," he calls from behind it. You twist the handle; Rafe’s blue eye expands slightly, along with his smile. It quickly fades. Maybe he doesn’t want me here. Maybe I need to go.

”I’m sorry. I… Well, I didn’t make an appointment,“ you babble, twirling your hair nervously.

"No - No. It’s alright,” he assures, the corners of his lips curling as he says the words. “Take a seat. Please.” He gestures to the leather chair across from his large desk. You walk over taking a seat, smoothing your little skirt before matching his eyes. He addresses you by Miss, surprising you when he uses your last name, falling from his lips with ease. You’re taken aback, frazzled at the moment that he knows you by name, out of a lecture hall full of students.

I’m clearly not an exceptional student. There are students with perfect scores in my class. Maybe he’s just thoughtful. Maybe he remembers everyone’s names.

“Are you alright?" He asks as he leans back in his chair slightly, adjusting in his seat.

"Umm… Just a little nervous," you let out a flighty laugh as he gives you his full attention.

"I don’t bite," he smiles, crossing his arm across his broad chest. You watch as his linen shirt stretches across his strong arms. You study him a little more, taking in his features. You’ve never gotten to see him this close: perfectly quaffed locks, just the right amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He’s loosened his tie since you saw him last, Rafe’s top button drawn open as well, a peek of a gold chain matching his ring-adorned fingers. He guides your attention back to his eyes, using your first name this time, making your heart race.

"So, is there anything I can help you with?” He asks you again with a softer tone, just trying to pull any sort of answer out of you.

“Sorry… Umm. I’m not doing very well in your class. I just - I’m not used to doing so poorly.” His eyes soften on yours as you continue to spin your sob story. “I seem to do well on my papers, but, I do really bad on my tests.”

His lips tug to the side, brows knitting tight. “Well, that’s because I grade your papers,” he hums as he turns his swivel chair toward his computer, pulling up the gradebook. “My T.A. is on a little bit of a power trip this semester. And it does not help that you’re stunning. Think someone’s a little jealous,” he chuckles. You feel heat spread across your cheeks as you take in his compliment. “We’ll see if we can work something out.”

Professor Cameron matches your smile, lingering a little while before returning to his screen. “Alright…” He takes a deep breath, squinting slightly before taking out some black glasses. “Let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He scans the numbers, writing down a few things on a little Post-It note. “So it looks like lesson 5, 6, and 8 tests were all D’s.” You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Well, you can retake these if you’d like. And, I can regrade them for you; skip the middleman.”

“Really?” You bubble.

“'Course,” he breathes. “There’s no reason those tests should be that low given what you know. I’m very impressed with your written work.”

“Yeah?” You expel a sigh of relief.

“Yeah… I would bet that you could finish the course with at least a B.”

“Wow, Professor Cameron. Thank you so much. At least… So, I could maybe get an A?” You smile, sweetening your tone, just playing around, doing your best to lighten the mood.

“Maybe,” he chuckles, relaxing back in his chair. “I don’t see why not. And we can always talk about extra credit if you’d like.”

“Extra credit? That would be really nice, Professor Cameron.” Your eyes fall to his thigh; two thick fingers moving ever so slightly, tracing the sleek black material, making your mind wander as you think about what he could do with his hands, if he was rough or gentle. He looks like he’d be rough.

“Yeah, extra credit,” he hums; you follow his gaze, eyes lost in your cleavage, hidden slightly by your oversized jean jacket.

“What can I do for you, Professor Cameron," the words leave your lips before you can think them through. "F-For extra credit, that is," you recover quickly your cheeks shifting from a pretty blush to a deep red hue.

He fights off a smile, rapping his ringed finger against the wood desk a few times."Whatever you’re comfortable with," he breathes. Rafe raises his hand, brushing away his smile just as he did in the classroom. This time, more of a smirk.

Whatever I’m comfortable with… He wants me to? Maybe?

Grabbing your jean jacket, you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your pink top, black lace peeking out."I’ll do whatever it takes to get an "A,” Professor Cameron.“

"You will, now?” he sighs, sinking in his seat slightly, widening his thighs, making himself a little more comfortable. “You sure about that?”

“Mhmm," you breathe as you lean in closer, giving him a better view of your breasts. He lets out a sinful laugh, loosening his tie a little more than before, his icy blue eyes darkening along with yours.

”And, you’d do anything it takes to get that “A." Huh?" He mumbles as you work the satin straps over your shoulders, letting it fall around your waist.

"Anything.”

“Shit," he draws out the word, snatching his glasses off his face before rising in his seat. He’s tall, far taller from this angle, towering over you as he walks around the desk, designer dress shoes shuffling along the floor.

"Are you married, Professor Cameron?”

“Nah… I’m not. I’m single. And, you can call me Rafe if you’d like," he rasps, pawing his tie the rest of the way off. ”Are you single? Anyone taking care of you.“

"Just me," you whisper, your innocent eyes set on his.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes. You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, towing you closer. "These boys not cuttin’ it for you, princess?" You shake your head 'no’. You can see the print of Rafe’s long, thick cock; pressing against his slacks. "I’m gonna take care of you." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"Okay, Ra-” He steals your words, claiming your lips against his. Rafe catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own. You let out a little gasp as he lifts you to your feet, bringing you closer. The two of you work on what little clothing remains between sloppy kisses, tearing it off each other’s bodies until all that’s left are his black boxer briefs.

Rafe groans as his rough fingers glide down your smooth skin, tracing the small of your waist, massaging and pressing your breasts together as his eyes roll back. He lifts you effortlessly, taking you into his strong arms. You hold on tight as Rafe swipes his palm across the desk, making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top, lips barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, journeying lower and lower. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles, resting on his chest, feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin, making him hiss out a breath.

You feel the chill of his rings against your hot skin as he squeezes your tits, shoving them together. “Jesus fuck, baby girl,” he mutters, locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess. “You look good… So fuckin’ good,” he groans, running two thick fingers between your thighs, skimming your slit. “How are you so wet?” He growls.

You take in his scent, rich and delicious, amplified by the warmth of his bare skin. You reach for him desperately, pulling him to your lips as he rocks into you, thrusting languidly, stroking your aching pussy with his clothed cock. His gold chain sways, with each roll of his hips brushing against your cleavage.

“Please,” you whimper, desperate for more.

“Want me to eat your pussy, angel? Hmm? Bend you over my desk?”

“Yes, Rafe. Fuck," you whimper.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs, pulling you toward his face. Rafe spreads your legs, kissing you deeply, marking you in a way that’ll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer. You take a grip on his sandy-blonde hair, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Rafe breathes warmly against your clit, making you melt into the table.

"Rafe-" You beg, your words turning into a breathy cry as he plunges his tongue deeply, drawing out slowly, licking a line to your clit that has your body quaking. He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs trembling uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making your vision blur.

Rafe slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk; teeth clenched, muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. ”Cum for me...“ He grunts, driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly.

"Y-Yeah,” you shudder, chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

“Do it.” Rafe curls his fingers inside of you, tension snapping as you moan his name. “Fuck… Say it again. Say my name again," he groans, looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Rafe," you breathe. He slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made with his tongue.

This - This is a man. Sure, I’ve been with plenty of boys, but this is divine. I can tell that he knows what he’s doing: how to kiss, how to touch a woman. I need him. All of him.

"Tastes so fuckin’ good," he mumbles. "Anything?" He asks again as he tugs at the elastic of his boxers.

"Anything," you mewl.

”Need to be inside you,“ he mutters as he pulls his boxers off his body. ”You want that. Don’t you?“

"Yes.”

He gives you a few experimental thrusts, watching you jolt in your sensitivity every time his rock-hard cock nudges your clit. You look at the slight space between the two of you, letting out a desperate moan, yearning to be filled. Rafe’s long, thick dick curved toward his stomach, glistening with precum, smudging against his tight stomach with each rut.

“Fuck me," you plead.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. ”R-Rafe...“ You whimper, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure in your guts. 

"Goddamn…" He grunts. ”You’re so fuckin’ tight. Shit - Pussy feels so good.“

”You’re so big,“ you whimper as you press your hand against your tummy.

"You okay? Takin’ me so well…”

“Yeah. M'fine. Feels so fucking good.”

“Been hopin’ you’d walk in my office since the first day I saw you." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips, dick buried deep. ”Who woulda thought you be such a slut for your professor. Huh?“

BANG. BANG.

"Hey, Rafe. Are you free?" His colleague yells from outside the door, causing the two of you to freeze. Rafe snares your hips, holding you in place. He draws a finger to his lips, demanding your silence.

"Wanted to see if you could look over something for me.”

Rafe grinds his hips slowly, not wanting to stop, cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite, eyes focused on yours.

“Rafe?” The male tries again, making Rafe roll his eyes in annoyance. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door, walking away.

“Fuck, that was close,” he breathes, kissing his way up your stomach. “Come over tonight?”

“You want me to come over to your house?” You whisper as you smile against his lips.

“Need to fuck you in a bed. Want you to ride me. You want that "A.” Yeah?“ He asks, his voice deep and dark.

”Yes, Professor Cameron,“ you smile as you flutter your lashes, your angelic tone contrasting his wicked one entirely.

"You’re a pretty little thing. Fuck. You’re gorgeous," he praises as his swollen tip presses against your entrance, stretching you slightly, making your lips part in a soft "o.” He groans as he nudges himself a little further, rocking into you nice and slow, teasing you with the first few inches and his fat cockhead.

“Rafe… Pl-" Your plea turns into a gasp as he pushes himself inside, bottoming you out completely. Your back arches off the desk, nipples grazing his chest.

Rafe thrusts at a rapid pace, skin striking skin. Knocking you deep in your core. "Such a good girl f'me," he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust leaving you trembling.

You let out a moan that has him rushing to silence you, sealing your mouth with his broad palm, each muffled sound more fucked out than the last.

"You’re killin’ me," he mutters against your neck. "Gonna let you be real loud tonight. Alright? Gotta big fuckin’ house. You can scream as loud as you want." His hand works between your thighs, brushing quickly against your clit; making you dig your nails into his shoulder blades."If I move my hand, are you gonna be a good little whore? Keep that mouth nice and quiet, f'me?”

“Yeah-”

“If you can’t, I can stuff it full for you. Keep you real fuckin’ quiet.”

“N-No. Wanna cum… Fuck, I’m gonna-” His focus falls to the sound of your body gushing, squirting onto his cock and thighs as he continues to pound you into the wooden desk.

Your body clutches him, muscles pulsing. “That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ squeeze me." He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, trying his best to thrust. Rafe doesn’t give you orders, simply forcing you right where he wants you. Gripping your hips, turning you a moment later, lifting your ass in the air as you take a hold of the desk. You look over your shoulder, watching as he winds up to smack your ass. Stopping himself with a smirk and a raspy laugh. ”I’m gonna ruin you tonight.“ His voice sends chills down your spine. Rafe grips your skin tightly, bunching it up in his hand as he coaxes his dick back in.

He ruts his hips deeply, fingertips driving into the fat of your ass as his hips clap against your skin. "Rafe," you blubber, trying your best to steady yourself on whatever you can grab. You can feel his tip kiss your G-spot with each stroke, working incredibly deep.

"Almost there… Want you to cum with me," he groans.

"Let me cum. I can’t-”

“You will…”

“Please-”

“M'gonna cum, baby," he grunts, hand weaving into your hair. He yanks it back, pulling your orgasm out with it, blanketing your mouth as he silences your cries. You flutter wildly around his cock as he fills you to the brim with his climax. Rafe draws out slowly, letting your releases drip from your cunt; rolling down your inner thigh. He grips his cock in his fist, collecting your shared release, swirling his tip around your entrance before stuffing it deep inside again.

"Goddamn," he mumbles. Swiveling his hips slowly, jagged breaths are heard as he continues to move, completely overstimulated but loving the feeling too much to quit. "Mmm… You’re gonna ride me tonight. Bounce on me; tits in fuckin’ face. This wet fuckin’ pussy is mine..." He moans, already desperate for more, as he palms your soft skin.

You reach for air, doing your best to catch your breath, riding a euphoric high. ”Shit… Did I get an A, Professor Cameron?“ You laugh breathily.

"A” fuckin’ plus, princess.“

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Late night reward : Jason Todd x reader

(I swear this plotline never gets boring. Hereby dedicated to @lightwing-s and her bar exam preparations ;) )

***

Late night in your apartment.

It's so peaceful and quiet, since every other soul in the building seem to be asleep, your window being the only one lighted by the desk lamp.

Just you and Jason.

And a pile of textbooks and notes on the floor, couch and shelves.

Your hopeful thoughts of finally having time for your boyfriend were brutally torn by absolutely unexpected and completely unnecessary collusion of your college professors.

The staff were clearly focusing all their efforts on making students' lives a living hell by dropping mock exam week on them.  

“Ugh!” Y/n’s strained voice tore right through the calmness of the apartment and the loud thud of a book being thrown onto the floor jolted her boyfriend awake.

“Are you okay?” his reaction was immediate, the concern and instinctive need to protect her suppressing all the haziness caused by sudden awakening. And it made her feel guilty of the reckless action.

‘I will never pass this shit.” She muttered hiding face in her hands, acting as dramatic as a young distressed woman could.

“Maybe you would be feeling better If you actually concentrate on the book rather than throwing your source material around. You know your exams are important and you’re all around the place!”

Ok, now the previous guilt were gone.

“I am concentrating! You should know it best since your girlfriend has been studying non-stop barely having time for you! Unless-“ she raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner “perhaps you don’t give a damn so much, that you didn’t even notice me not spending time with you?”

“Of course I did.” He scoffed. He wanted to argue with her but knew that no matter the words he would just play right into her hands “But we talked about it. This is your last semester. Your finals-“

“Mock finals.”

“Still.” He cut her off with a stern expression “your finals are important”

“I know.” She sighed in an exasperation moving from behind the desk to snuggle into his side on the couch. “I’m just so tired… And tired equals  stressed. And stressed equals distracted.”

“I know baby.’ Jason hummed wrapping one arm around her pulling her closer while brushing her hair in a soothing gesture. As if he didn’t notice the dark circles under her eyes and the fact that she has been lacking sleep for weeks now. It was a bit disturbing, coming back from the patrol in the middle of the night and spotting her swaying in a chair, half-conscious, and carrying her to bed. “Just a few more weeks, Y/N. And then you’ll be able to relax and I’ll cook you the big, good dinner. And no studying allowed.”

“This is motivating…”

Jason nodded and sighed switching the position a bit, so he was leaning on the bed headboard, her back to his chest, hands wrapping around her midsection.

“What are you doing?”

“”Allowing you to both feel comfortable and study.”

“Mhm. Cause your hands in this place are not distracting at all.” She muttered squirming further into his chest eliciting a little laugh from Jason.  

“Go back to studying, princess.”  He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck “you look so pretty when you try to focus…”

“this is not helping…” she whimpered

“oh really?” Jason teased caressing her waist “what about now?” on the bright side that deep, hoarse voice in her ear had been chasing all the drowsiness away.

“mm. nope. Not at all…”

“What if I give you a kiss every time you go through a chapter?”

“Might need some advance payment…” Y/N grinned turning in his arms just so she could face him

Jason gave her a cheeky grin not wasting another second and capturing her lips in his, smiling into the kiss, so full of himself and the way he thought he played her.

“I was hoping you’d ask for that”

“Of course you did.” She muttered against his lips

His arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her closer, free hand moving up her back to tangle in her hair and holding her head in place while deepening the kiss.

“I’m drawing a big loan here, am I not?” Y/N whispered locking arms on his neck

“I’ll give you a good interest.” He pulled back way to quickly leaning forehead on his so she could feel the closeness in a bit different way “I believe in you, all right, love? You can finish this chapter. It’s an easy one. And then I’ll kiss you again. And then you can read another one.”

“Promise?” she feigned a sad face   

“Promise.” He smiled pecking her lips as a bonus and handing her the book leaning back again. He closed his eyes, keeping his arm loosely wrapped around her in case she wanted to come back to collect her reward and get more of his smooches.

All night if needed.

[soulwrencher]

oh god, can you make my heart stop?

pairing: college!au ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, uh soft ellie? lowkey nsfw, not really proof read sorry

word count: 1,8k

summary: ellie isn't a huge party fan but ever since you failed your only mutual class she hoped to see you again, and she does. or; ellie is lowkey awkward but you make out in the middle of a kitchen during a house party.

another friday night, another four walls you're not familiar with. ever since you failed this one class, you've been escalating a bit and suddenly you find yourself at every house party there is, but this is just temporary, to 'calm down'.

and for once, the music roaring from the speakers is actually good. although, when did it get so full? earlier, you could comfortably navigate your way through the living room all the way to the hallway, but all you see is bodies and red cups at this point.

so, the genius idea that the kitchen must be a little emptier comes to your mind.

you make your way to the kitchen, squeezing yourself through all the sweaty bodies until you can finally make out a room that looks like a kitchen.

relieved, you lean against the kitchen island.

"guys what the fuck, i'm not your barkeeper, i've been making drinks for 15 minutes now," a voice emerges from right behind you, how can someone speak so loudly over the booming speakers? you turn around, and,

oh.

that is ellie williams. the ellie williams you had literature with, which you failed horrendously. but it's too late to turn around now, she recognises you and a smile creeps up on her face.

"oh? i know you! haven't seen you in a while!" she yells, waving with the red cup in her hand. shit shit shit, not only did you fail the class, ellie knows too, and the worst: you will never see her again. you won't lie, yes, maybe you did have a crush on her but please, who didn't? it's not that big of a deal. and she probably knows that too. well, now you do care. what if she knows that you actually have been watching her this whole—

"hey? ignoring me? that's a little harsh," ellie shouts, her eyebrows rising in disappointment. why does she look so good? maybe you've had too much to drink, but you can't help but observe her.

white, unbuttoned shirt, black tank top.

sleeves rolled up, the tattoo on her right forearm on full sight. her hands are so veiny and big, you're relieved that no one can read your mind.

"no, sorry, just bummed about failing class, you know," you chuckle in self pity. damn, this is depressing.

"can't hear you, come here," she yells, her eyes squinting in order to hear you better, interesting. wait, did she just ask you to come closer? no, you can't, you probably smell like alcohol, you're super sweaty and why is the overhead light on? you will look so unflattering and—

ellie's standing right in front of you. now this was unexpected, you want to take a step back, but you're already leaned against the island. dead end, pretty much. you didn't expect her to be the same height as you, which makes you chuckle.

"laughing at me too now, huh?" you can hear her clearly now, all you can focus on is the way her lips move while she speaks.

"sorry, think i had too much, but how is, uh, uni treating you? doing well?" you ask, never have you ever thought so hard about what to ask during small talk. you see ellie's shoulders shaking, she's laughing. what's so funny? you pout, then realise you're standing in front of ellie williams, that probably looked really silly.

"okay, i see. small talk it is then," she chuckles, her head slightly tilted to the right, studying your face.

"what do you mean?" you ask, because quite frankly, what does she mean? small talk then? what kind of answer is that?

"don't mind me, i'm just the barkeeper," ellie says. god, she's awkward.

in your imagination, she was more cocky but now you can't decide if imagination or reality is better.

but what you don't know is, that ellie has been watching you the same way you've been watching her. the first time you entered class, ellie couldn't take her eyes off of you. you were totally her type and to her luck, you decided to sit right in front of her. she couldn't even concentrate, all she did was observe the nape of your neck and your side profile, well to specific your soft, plump lips. it was disheartening to hear that you failed class and that she wouldn't see you again, so unlike her usual self, ellie decided to go to a house party and forget about you. but here you are and you look way too good for her not to try and shoot her shot.

"can i make you a drink?" she asks, but all you see are her veiny hands.

"i thought you hated playing barkeeper?" you shoot back, is ellie flirting with you? you're confused, however you're liking where this is going.

"for a pretty woman like you, i don't mind," ellie chuckles while her hand briefly brushes against yours. you raise your eyebrow in suspicion, but ellie shakes her head, she'd never put something disgusting in your drink, not yet. ellie makes her way back to her friends, earning dirty looks from them.

"you suck, i'm losing millions of bets because of you," one of them says, but ellie returns only a smile. she finds some vodka and ginger beer, but moscow mule sucks without lime juice. you watch her open the cabinets, looking for something, her arms reaching for the top. they are really toned, you never noticed before. finally, she stops and you watch her hold something round and green in her hands. she cuts it in half, a lime you assume, you have perfect view on whatever she's doing. inappropriate isn't enough to describe what you're thinking and feeling while watching ellie squeeze the juice out of the lime, her fingers entangled in hot mess.

your whole body follows her as she comes back to you, your chest facing her again. ellie holds the cup up to her face, with her index finger on the rim of the cup.

"i spilled some lime juice right here," she taps her finger against the cup while she grins in anticipation. you cross your arms, tilt your head and raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"well, both of my hands are full—" she places her right hand on your left arm, her thumb stroking you gently.

"and you could help me out," ellie continues, her eyes fixated on your lips. suddenly, everything starts to spin around you, you feel the bass through your whole body, you see ellie's chest move up and down, her breath slowing down, slow and steady. anything you do now is a consequence of you drinking too much, you tell yourself. your right hand reaches out for her sleeve, you pull yourself closer to the raised cup, there where ellie's sticky finger rests. she looks you up and down and her gaze is so intense, you can feel your lower body throbbing. realising that makes you blush, you want to look away but you suddenly feel one of ellie's big, rough hand run your body down, leaving goosebumps everywhere. not once did she look away, her eyes still fixated on you, watching your every move. her hand stops right above your hip, pulling you closer. you look back up, move your head closer to the cup that hides ellie's neck, until you're lips are close enough to touch her fingers.

"return the favor?" ellie whispers, her grip tightening around your hips. you gently press your lips against her finger and use a little bit of your tongue, making sure it's completely clean, of course.

"tastes good, lime juice," you chuckle while you lick the lime juice mixed with saliva on your lips. watching you lick her fingers, then your own lips, ellie can't hold back anymore. she wants to know what it feels like to be kissing you, what you taste like. holding you close to her isn't enough anymore, her thoughts run wild. what does your skin feel like? how many clothes does she need to take off to get on your skin? you observe her put the cup on the counter and feel her hand leave your body as she runs it through her hair. you're surprised that you're disappointed that her hand isn't on you anymore, but before that disappointment could settle in, you feel both of them on your waist, pulling you closer than ever.

"if it's good, mind letting me have a taste?" you're even more astonished to see ellie's face turn a bright shade of red, you expected her to be a natural flirt, but she is much cuter this way. with your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, you could swear that heaven must feel just like this very moment. you nod and can't believe she waited for you to give consent, god, she is just adorable. her hands move up to your neck, cupping your face gently, the last thing you see is her smiling before you get a taste of her wet lips. ever since ellie saw you she couldn't stop fantasising about kissing you, she'd wanted your lips on hers for months and she makes sure you feel it.

your heart skips a beat or two, breath shortening, your hands suddenly in her hair. god this is messy. all you can feel is her body grinding up against yours as the bass roars from the speakers and pounds right through you. she slips her tongue in while you breathe in her intoxicating scent. burying your fingers in her hair isn't enough, you need more, and all of a sudden, ellie pushes her pelvis against yours, you inhale sharply. your lips were separated only for a few moments before she pulls you close again, devouring you. never has anyone kissed you as hungry and sloppy as she did and you felt so incredibly weak. and ellie realises that it's too late to stop, she doesn't want to, she wants her hands all over you, she wants you all to herself. She tugs your bottom lip in between hers and grins.

pounding bass, pounding heart, pounding pulse. her lips trail down to your neck, she breathes hot air on you. you roll your eyes back, biting down all sorts of noises you'd love to make at the touch of her lips. rough hands, she gently holds you by your hair and pulls your head to the side. chest to chest, you feel each other's palpitating heart while the throbbing in between your legs has made itself apparent. ellie glances down, there where you need her the most and she chuckles. You shoot her a glare; apologetic eyes return as an answer.

"you wanna take this like, somewhere else?" ellie whispers, her wet lips brushing against your ear. god, she's such a tease. you nod and she plants one more kiss on your lips, takes your hand and leads you through the crowded rooms, dancing bodies brushing against yours, but none of them feel like ellie's. her touch has left you lingering for more and ellie can't wait much longer to have her hands on you again.

a/n: wrote this omw to uni bc there's this one class that has mandatory attendance and i missed twice already,,, third time's not a charm. also this is inspired by 'bellakeo' peso pluma.

[byeoltoyuki]

best mistake

↳ Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

❧ Genre : Fluff / colleagues to lovers / smut

❧ Warnings: oral (f)

❧ Words : +1,8k

❧ Summary : Many things could happen at a party.

“Look who’s here.” Hana pointed with her glass at someone across the room, her voice filled with venom. You could guess easily who just entered the room, her venom was always directed at one person, one person only, nevertheless you followed her gaze.

Hyunjin walked in, one hand in his pocket, the other roaming through his long hair, looking unfairly beautiful in his black, fancy suit. It was hard to believe that a man like him was actually a simple employee in a company instead of being a model. He had everything to succeed in modeling; the face, the look, the aura and definitely the attitude.

“Mind to tell me what he did this time to piss you off?” You asked genuinely curious. Hana was easy to anger, that was a well-known fact, but somehow with Hyunjin it was even worse. You let it slide for a while, guessing that she would eventually share it with you, but she didn’t. Her dislike only grew.

She huffed and averted her eyes. She emptied her glass of wine in one go before finally looking at you. “Honestly? There’s something about him that just bothers me. The way he talks, the way he behaves – he’s just not someone I can trust.”

“And have you seen how people throw themselves at his feet? It’s so annoying! But he enjoys it.” She added

Huh. That bad, you thought. You took a sip of your own wine and hid your smile in the glass. Clearly, Hana had a bad image of Hyunjin without knowing the real him.

People often misunderstood Hyunjin. Because of his looks; they either liked him, wanted him or envied him. Those who wanted him and didn’t get him, tended to start hating him and spreading rumors which, in your opinion, was unfair.

But you knew better. One year ago, at this same corporate party, you committed the best mistake, by hooking up with him.

Flashback

Those corporate parties were supposed to be a way to thank the employees for their hard work, for their loyalty. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of drinking, of dancing, of singing and strengthen the bonds between colleagues. You liked the idea. Not that you needed this particular party to get close to people, but people tended to act different when under influence of alcohol.

“I’ll be right back.” You told Hana. You heard some of your colleagues mentioning that this year they had improved their alcohol choices by adding cocktails – you were eager to find out.

But before you could even spot the said bar, Hwang Hyunjin appeared right in front of you, holding two glasses. Stunned with his presence, you stepped back, your hand on your chest. He, on the other hand, looked smug.

There was absolutely no reason for Hyunjin to talk to you. Yes, you were colleagues, you had been for a while, but you never really talked to each other. You would usually see him chatting with other women which never bothered you, in fact, you understood the appeal. You weren’t blind, the man was beautiful, not to say a piece of art. But you knew better than to get involved with pretty men.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Well shit, you thought. No wonder, people were so attracted to him. It was obviously not only because of his looks. His voice? The way he said ‘beautiful’, along with the smile – nobody could possibly resist his charms. You had a hard time too.

Instead of answering him, you studied him for a moment, trying to figure out what he wanted from you. Hyunjin wore a full beige suit, the sleeves of his jacket rolled, exposing his veiny forearms (was it your weakness? Maybe). More you stared at him and less you understood his intentions.

“What is it?” You finally asked, curious.

“Why? Am I not allowed to offer a drink to a beautiful lady?” He shook his head, disappointed and yet his mouth curved into a pretty smile, not looking so smug anymore. He shoved the two glasses before you. “Wine or champagne?”

This was definitely fishy. “What if I don’t drink?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit because I saw you drinking champagne earlier.”

Someone had definitely been watching you. You wondered how you missed it. “What a mouth you have, Hwang.”

Apparently, you calling him Hwang did something to him. His whole demeanor changed, going from all smiling and sunshine to wicked and dangerous. Were you impressed? A little.

Without minding your personal space, he leaned closer. Warm breath tickled your ear; your breath hitched in your throat as you waited for his next move. Was it you or you were about to get into unexpected yet very welcomed trouble?

“You have no idea what my mouth can do, pretty.”

Now, that escalated quickly. How did you go from being offered a drink to something more, you had no idea but you shivered at his words. Just like that, he pulled back as if he had simply made a joke.

“Champagne for you then.” He gave you the glass and clinked his glass with yours. He took a sip, completely unfazed with your lack of response. You? You simply stared at him, a little dumbfounded and maybe a little dazed too.

You didn’t want to stare at him for so long, but his words replayed in your mind and unwillingly you find yourself staring at his mouth. This, did not go unnoticed. Hyunjin licked his lips on purpose, watching as you inhaled sharply.

“Intrigued?” He asked playfully.

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to deny. Were you bewitched? Absolutely.

Hyunjin seemed pleased with your honesty. “Want to find out?”

You certainly did.

Just like that, you found yourself in an empty hall, pressed against a wall. One leg thrown over Hyunjin’s shoulder, you were a moaning mess as he ravaged you. At any moment, someone could walk on you, but you couldn’t care less. Not when such a beautiful man was on his knees, doing a marvelous job with his tongue, with his mouth.

He hadn’t lied. He was so damn good with his mouth, knew exactly what he was doing, when to kiss, when to lick, when to suck. In a matter of minutes, he turned you into a mess, drowning in your pleasure.

“Fuck, Hwang,” You moaned louder than you wanted. You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Don’t you dare.” He growled against you.

He pulled back and sent you a glare that could have made you come just like that. His lips glistening with your juices, his eyes glowing with pure lust and hunger. What a sight. “I want to hear you.”

Bloody hell. You obeyed. Maybe because of the way he sounded or maybe because, deep inside, you did want someone to see just how good this man made you feel. You plunged your fingers into his hair, pushing his face back against your pussy. Less talk and more action.

“Better.” He obliged as he closed his mouth around your clit making you gasp loudly. You arched your back against the wall, trying to hold for your dear life.

Hyunjin showed you no mercy as he feasted on you; his every grunt of satisfaction, every flick of his tongue drawing you closer to your orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whined, your thighs shaking wildly. You were grateful he was supporting your weight, grounding you in a way.

“Then, come, beautiful.” No matter how nice he sounded, it was an order. One, you had no problem to follow thanks to his sinful tongue. You cried out his name, your whole body shuddering uncontrollably as you came.

Hyunjin straightened up, back to your level. He studied you for a second, a proud smile on his face along with a look of pure fondness. You looked like a mess, but such a pretty mess. Lips swollen with all the kissing. Hair a mess with all the pulling. Just watching you, so dizzy, so consumed with your own pleasure, made him even harder.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He claimed your mouth, for a hungry and passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself, swallowing your pretty moans.

Back to present

You thought it would be a one-time thing. But it wasn’t. The very next day, Hyunjin came to your office with two cups of coffee and asked you out. One year later and you were still together.

You meet Hyunjin’s eyes across the room, he winked playfully at you, not caring that he wasn’t alone and that people would see it. Maybe it was time for them to find out about you two.

“Please, don’t fall for his tricks.” Hana, who also saw his wink, pleaded.

“Too late for that.” Yes, it was about time.

“What?”

You put your empty glass on the table and looked at Hana, feeling a tad guilty for hiding this important information from her. It wasn’t like you hid in on purpose, it just felt right at the moment. “He’s a sweet guy, Hana. Easily misunderstood. But give him a chance.” With that you started walking toward him. Toward the man that swept you off your feet. Not like it was hard. Hyunjin was truly the sweetest, most caring man you had ever met. He cared deeply and always showered you with love and attention. How could you not love him?

Hyunjin joined you halfway, smiling prettily at you.

“Hello, pretty lady.” He took your hand and planted a soft kiss on your knuckles. What a gentleman.

It made you laugh heartily. Of course, he would do something like that. “Hi, handsome.”

“Are you ready to make people talk?” He asked without letting go of your hand. Instead, he started rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Another sweet and natural gesture that provoked butterflies in your stomach.

People would talk. You spotted from the corner of your eyes a group of colleagues; some looked surprised with your sudden display of affection, some looked appalled.

“I don’t give a damn.” You said, confident. You inched forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, gently tugging at his locks.  “Let them talk.” And you kissed him, making him smile into the kiss.

“Such a troublemaker.”

“Me? And here I thought it was you!” You chuckled

Hyunjin flicked your nose. “Nope. Definitely you.”

“I think your friend is about to have a heart attack.” He added when he saw Hana’s pale face.

You glanced over your shoulder; he was right, Hana looked paler than earlier and you guessed you were the reason. You were in trouble, you knew it, but the explanation could wait for another time. Now, you wanted to fully concentrate on the beautiful, lovely man before you.

“And I think, I’m about to have a heart attack because of how lovely you look tonight.” Hyunjin admitted and leaned closer. “Can we leave? I don’t think I can control myself much longer.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “What am I going to do with you, Hwang?”

“Anything you want, darling.” And he kissed the corner of your lips.

“Then, I suggest we leave.”

[wooawi]

Alya finds her special interest in the Miraculous and everything concerning them.

She had to quit her blog early on because she had managed to post a few theories that were a bit too close to reality and Ladybug gave her a visit to shut that shit down. Of course, Alya took it for the opportunity it was and questioned Ladybug for long enough to have her detransform into Marinette. Whoops.

She ends up meeting Fu and studying under him after running Marinette so ragged with questions, the girl transferred her over to the guardian. She doesn’t have much time to spend with the man, though, before he loses his memory through transferring guardianship to Marinette.

When Marinette becomes the guardian, it is possibly the best day of Alya’s life (“Sorry, Netta!”). She’s always over to study the box, looking through every compartment it has and testing Marinette’s control of it in and out of the costume.

She wants so badly for Marinette to just give up the box to Alya and is barely keeping herself from asking because she knows that Marinette would lose her memories (which intrigues her even more. Like. What are the mechanics in play? How far does it go? What is the metric for deciding which memories to take?)

She’s entirely into Marinette’s potion making, even taking over the project after Mr. Pigeon’s 72 akumatization to give Marinette a (permanent) break. She’s not only looking for better and quicker ways to achieve the same result, but also trying to create new potions without breaking some cosmic law (yes, the actual laws that govern the universe. Wayzz taught her about them after she had tried to create a new Miraculous and almost had her entire lineage erased.)

She wears and uses miraculous like crazy, testing the limits of the powers and what exactly they can do (lucky charm is always on standby to heal her when she goes too far.) Sometimes, she tries them on friends and teammates alike for a wider range of results, even going as far as testing them on random strangers impromptu participants.

Worst of all, she has beef with Hawkmoth. Not for the terrorism, no; she hates how silly he is with his abilities. Everytime the butterfly is brought up, someone practically has to jump her to get her to shut up about the wasted potential.

He could be doing his job much quicker if he simply treated his kwami right. Despite their God status, they still have needs and wants, both of which keep them at top form if met. The lack of proper utilisation of the butterfly, despite the fact that Hawkmoth clearly knows how to use it says a lot about how Nooroo is treated. (“Did you know they’re called heroes? They aren’t meant to be forced into an unfair contract; it’s supposed to be willing and consensual, not whatever the fuck Hawkmoth has going on. Manipulation of the victim past what was agreed to shows that Nooroo’s magic isn’t cooperating and needs to be forced in order to–.”)

The wish is not a guarantee to fix whatever issue he has, because, as seen from his desperation, he very likely doesn’t have anything of equal or greater worth to give up for what he wants. And that’s not even taking into account that Gimmi could just decide it’s not worth it and split back down to Tikki and Plagg. Destroying and recreating the universe is a lot of work!

He could probably solve his problem by creating a hero with the ability to solve his problem. It is written in the playbook that he stole from the Order!

She wants so badly to meet him and explain this all to his face, but also recognises that they don’t really have time for that. If and when they find him, the danger he poses to the universe is enough to warrant an immediate… termination. So, she helps Marinette look for him, not as Rena Rouge, but as regular old Alya with a knack for investigating; she knows too much about the Miraculous to ever consider wearing any of them full time.

No she won’t stop anyone else from wearing them. She likes having primary evidence of their effects on humans.

Besides. It’s not like they kill people, so there’s not much harm. She just likes keeping her wits about her is all.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

If You Met Me First - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Warrant Officer!Reader (Callsign: Echo)

Word Count: 3.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warning: Confession of Feelings; Seemingly One-Sided Feelings; 'In Love with Someone Already in a Relationship' Trope; Bar Fight; Physical Fight; Threats of Violence; Not Healthy Relationship Dynamics; Jealousy; OC Boyfriend of Reader; Rooster Isn't Innocent Either; Female Reader with Callsign (Echo)

Summary: Rooster confessed to Echo that he was in love with her before the mission. One minor problem: she has a boyfriend.

A.N. This was inspired by "If You Met Me First" by Eric Ethridge, if y'all wanted to set the mood while reading this.

Part 2

Master List

Rooster leaned on the standing table on the edge of the Hard Deck, staring over at Echo in the corner. The warrant officer, who also just happened to be the love of Rooster’s life, was chatting with her boyfriend, Luke, who came to visit her after the Dagger Squad was officially stationed in Miramar for the foreseeable future.

“Stop looking at her like that, or he’s really going to knock your lights out,” Phoenix warned Rooster, keeping her voice low. “I’m serious, Bradshaw.”

Rooster broke his stare at Echo and turned to Phoenix, who shot him a knowing look in return. Rooster let out a light scoff and shook his head at her before reaching for his beer.

“Stop fucking around with her,” Phoenix continued, not letting it go. Not with that look in Rooster’s eye. “She’s in a relationship. With another guy. Not you.”

“I’m aware, Nat,” Rooster huffed, taking an aggressive swig of his beer.

“Evidently not.”

Phoenix glanced over at Luke and Echo, studying their interaction for a moment, before turning back to Rooster. Her gaze hardened a bit. She was growing tired of having this conversation over and over again with Rooster. The man wasn’t going to lose hope. Phoenix wasn’t even convinced that Echo actually getting married officially would. Not really.

Look at Maverick and Penny. The tenacity was in Rooster’s blood.

“You’re lucky that he hasn’t knocked your front teeth out for telling Echo that you’re in love with her.”

“You know that she told him?” Rooster asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

“It’s Echo. Of course, she told him. You know how much she values honesty,” Phoenix muttered, shaking her head at Rooster.

“I was just being honest. We all thought that we weren’t coming back from that mission,” Rooster doubled down, even if it made him into a bigger asshole. “I don’t regret telling her how I feel before the mission. I don’t.”

“And how would you react to some other guy telling your girlfriend that he was in love with her?” Phoenix countered, causing Rooster to look away. “Exactly. So, drop it.”

“I really do appreciate the reminder,” Rooster muttered, kicking at the ground.

“Rooster, you . . .”

Phoenix trailed off when she spotted Luke and Echo in the middle of a disagreement. Fanboy and Bob, who had been sitting with them earlier, seemed to have slipped away to the bar to get refills, leaving Luke and Echo by themselves. Luke was clearly agitated and Echo was trying to calm him down, but she seemed to be failing at that.

Because Luke stood up from the table and started stalking over to Rooster with a fairly murderous expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Phoenix cursed, straightening up.

Rooster, however, maintained a sense of calm and stood at his full height when Luke reached him. Luke was fairly well built, but Rooster did have a bit of a height advantage between them, which only seemed to stoke Rooster’s own ego and ignite Luke’s fury.

“Can I help you?” Rooster asked sarcastically, squaring his shoulders.

“Luke,” Echo called, hurrying after her boyfriend. “Stop it. Now.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Luke replied, instantly causing Rooster’s blood to boil. “I just have to ask him one little question and then we can go.”

“Luke, this isn’t funny,” Echo demanded, grabbing his arm. “Let’s just go home.”

“Did you tell her that you loved her?” Luke snapped, ripping his arm out of Echo’s grip. “Back before this ridiculous mission that you all worked on. Did you tell her that you loved her?”

“Whoa, whoa, fellas,” Hangman drawled, sauntering over.

He wore an amused smile, but it was clear by the glint in his eyes that he wasn’t playing around. He could sniff a bar fight brewing between Luke and Rooster and he was quite sure that it was going to be a fight to the death. And, so, the best thing for everyone was to prevent a fight from breaking out in the first place.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Because the second that Penny glances over here, she’s going to throw both of you out on your asses,” Hangman continued, gesturing over at the bar.

“Yes, thank you, Hangman,” Echo spoke up, grabbing Luke’s arm again. “Which is why we should just home, Luke.”

“Do not escalate this,” Phoenix warned Rooster. “They’ll pull your wings if you get in a fight.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Echo tried again, tugging on Luke’s arm. “Please, Luke.”

“Don’t play so fucking innocent,” Luke snapped, rounding on Echo. “I saw the way that you look at him.”

“Don’t fucking yell at her,” Rooster demanded, coming to Echo’s defense.

“Bradley, I don’t need—” Echo told him, which only set Luke off again.

“—Why do you call him by his first name, but not anyone else here?” Luke countered, causing Echo to frown slightly.

“Why did you even come here if you were just going to yell at me the whole time?”

“Because I’m trying to fight for our relationship, which you seem to have given up on. Because he,” Luke jabbed a finger in Rooster’s direction, “told you that he loved you and you got all fucking confused because you like him and you just won’t admit to it.”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?” Echo replied, standing up for herself. “And you know what? He did. But I turned him down and told him that I just thought about him as a friend because I was committed to our relationship. And if that’s not good enough for you, I don’t know what you want me to do. I can’t control what other people do.”

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you have zero feelings for him,” Luke demanded, gesturing over at Rooster.

“That’s fucking ridiculous—”

“—Do you love him?” Luke interjected, causing Echo to glance over at Rooster. “Do you love him?”

“I don’t love him,” Echo replied, her tone and expression completely unconvincing. And the glance that she shot in Rooster’s direction all but sealed the deal.

Luke, his assumptions confirmed, whirled to face Rooster again with his fist clenched. And, in seemingly slow motion, he raised his fist, about to swing to break Rooster’s nose. But luckily, for Rooster’s sake, Hangman was faster than Luke.

And that was when chaos broke out.

Hangman all but tackled Luke to the ground to prevent him from swinging at Rooster, which immediately alerted the bar to the ruckus, if they weren’t already. Echo was about to step in to try and get Luke to stop but Fanboy, who she knew for the longest time, came up behind her and dragged her away from the scene before she could get hurt.  

Phoenix yelled at Rooster to stay back as Coyote ran over to help out Hangman with Luke. The bell rung and Maverick arrived at the scene with Payback right behind him. Bob hurried around Maverick to help Phoenix with Rooster while Maverick diffused the situation.

“Stop, or we’ll call the fucking cops,” Maverick warned Luke, who simply glared up at him. “Are you alright, Hangman? Coyote?”

“Not my first bar fight,” Hangman returned, keeping a tight hold on Luke.

“You’re all such fucking sell outs,” Luke cursed, glaring up and around at the Dagger Squad. “If any of you were in my position, you would understand where I’m coming from.”

“That’s no reason to throw a punch and start a bar fight. Talk it out like adults. And you owe Echo an apology for your conduct,” Maverick scolded Luke. “Are you alright, Echo?”

Maverick, the rest of the Dagger Squad, and Luke glanced up for any sign of the warrant officer, but Echo was nowhere to be found. And neither was Fanboy. Bradley looked around frantically for any sign of Echo when Payback cut through the tension.

“I’m going to make a call,” Payback stated, pulling out his phone and stepping away.

“Take him outside,” Maverick snapped, gesturing for Hangman and Coyote to throw Luke out onto the sand for starting a bar fight. As Hangman and Coyote dragged Luke away, Maverick rounded on Rooster, who was still tense. “What the fuck is going on, Bradley? Telling Echo that you’re in love with her? What were you even thinking?”

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, but Maverick quickly cut him off with a wave of his finger.

“Don’t you dare,” Maverick warned Rooster, serious.

“It was right before the mission,” Rooster mumbled out as Bob and Phoenix finally released him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Maverick sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.

“I heard from Fanboy. He took Echo to a safe place,” Payback announced to the remaining Dagger Squad. “But he’s not saying where that is.”

“To me, you mean?” Rooster guessed, causing Payback to shoot him a look.

“Who else?” Payback replied, somewhat coldly. “I’m going to meet them with the rest of their stuff.”

Payback walked off as Hangman and Coyote returned from outside, having deposited Luke onto the sand, and made sure that he left on his own accord. Rooster slumped down into his seat, holding his head in his hand, as the rest of the Dagger Squad stared at each other.

“Shots?” Hangman suggested nonchalantly, earning an immediate smack on the arm from Phoenix.

~~~~~

On Monday, the Dagger Squad reported for duty like normal. But the dynamics were clearly off.

Fanboy spent the duration of their classroom time glaring holes into Rooster’s head. Phoenix seemed to still be on Rooster’s side on things, but more on a technicality than anything else. It was clear that she still thought that he was an idiot. Payback, who knew Echo through Fanboy, also focused on glaring at Rooster with his WSO.

But the most startling difference was the fact that Echo wasn’t standing beside Hondo like normal.

It ate away at Rooster for the entirety of the day, until he found his boots leading him towards the offices. Passing various personnel, Rooster burst into Maverick’s office without so much as a preamble knock.

“Bradley, what—”

“—Where did Echo go?” Rooster asked, causing Maverick to sigh.

“Bradley—”

“—Please, Mav,” Rooster begged, sounding desperate.

Maverick slowly looked up at his godson. Frankly, with all the escapades that Maverick had during his life, he was really not in any position to criticize Rooster for his choices. But Maverick knew better than to mess with an existing relationship. Hell, he attended Penny’s wedding, even if he felt like someone was repeatedly punching him in the gut through the whole ceremony.

But seeing just how desperate and quietly broken up Rooster seemed to be about it, Maverick relented.

“She asked for a transfer. Filed the paperwork with Cyclone and it got approved immediately. She’s no longer part of the Dagger Squad. Not officially, anyways.”

“What?” Rooster breathed out, feeling his heart crawl up his throat. “Where is she going?”

“I don’t know, Brad. Really, I don’t. But, you should—”

Before Maverick could finish speaking, Bradley had already turned and ran out of the office. Glancing at his watch, Rooster ran through scenarios in his mind and sprinted faster through base with a set destination in mind. He spotted Fanboy and Bob walking out of their specific WSO training and made a beeline over to them.

“Fanboy!”

The WSO in question turned at the sound of his callsign, but immediately frowned when he spotted Rooster running over to him. It seemed that he still wasn’t a fan of Rooster after the shenanigans from the weekend. Bob and Fanboy shared a look before Rooster finally stopped in front of them. Though he was a little out of breath, Rooster quickly got to the point.

“Echo’s transferring?”

“Yes, she is. Because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut,” Fanboy snapped, causing Rooster’s chest to cave in just a little more.

“Where is she transferring to?”

“I’m not telling you,” Fanboy replied defensively. “You’ve put her through enough.”

“I know I have, okay!?” Rooster yelled out, probably a bit louder than he intended. “And now I’m trying to fix it before she runs off and I never see her again!” Breathing rapidly, Rooster took a step closer to Fanboy, who continued to glare at him. “Please, Fanboy. I just . . . I just need to tell her that I’m sorry. I need the last moment that I see her to not be her crying because of me . . . okay?”

Fanboy stared evenly up at Rooster for a long moment. He noted the dark circles under Rooster’s eyes, the slightly fidgety way that he stood. The way that his breathing was still rapid and uneven. He looked like he was in rough shape and rightfully so, in Fanboy’s personal opinion.

But Fanboy never liked Luke and after what Echo confessed to him last night, he wavered for a moment.

“Her flight leaves in a little over an hour. Terminal 2. If you’re fast enough, you might be able to make it to see her before she leaves.”

“Thanks, Fanboy, I—”

“—Move, dumbass! You don’t have time!” Fanboy yelled, gesturing towards the parking lot. “What the hell are you waiting for? Go!”

And without another word, Rooster turned and sprinted off.

~~~~~

Echo was sitting by her gate, just scrolling on her phone. She had been texting back and forth with her mom, updating her on her flight so that she could pick her up from the airport, when she saw a familiar mustache hurrying down the hall.

With her heart nearly beating out her chest, Echo stood up from her seat and stared down Bradley, who seemed to instinctively feel her gaze on him. Still dressed in his flight suit, Rooster spun around to see Echo.

Calmer now that he found her before her plane started boarding, Rooster walked over to Echo, a softer expression on his face. Echo wrapped her arms around herself and stared up at Bradley, trying to keep up a face of calm.

“Hey,” Rooster breathed out, stopping in front of her.

“Hey,” Echo returned, just as awkwardly.

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, but he seemed to immediately lose his train of thought. Breathing in and out rapidly, Rooster stared down at the ground for a moment. Finally turning back to Echo, Rooster seemed to finally find the words.

“I just needed you to know . . . that I’m sorry,” Rooster replied softly, causing Echo to nod. “I . . . I didn’t mean to confuse you and I didn’t mean to put you in that position.” Echo nodded slowly, pursing her lips together nervously. “It was my fault. And I’m sorry, Echo. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you,” Echo spoke softly. She glanced down at the ground before turning back to Rooster. “I’m sorry about Luke.”

“Don’t apologize for him. He’s responsible for his own actions,” Rooster stated, causing Echo to nod slowly. “He left you alone, right?”

“He left me a nasty voicemail and sent me a video of him with some other woman, so I’m pretty sure that’s over and done with,” Echo replied quietly, not looking that broken up about it. “I . . . we made it work for a lot longer than we should have. I should have broken up with him a long time ago.”

“I . . .” Rooster paused for a moment. “. . . won’t comment on that.”

Echo breathed out a quiet laugh and looked away from him for a moment. Turning back to Rooster, Echo stared into his soul, and Rooster stared right back at her, practically bowling over with how much he was drawn to Echo’s physical presence.

“Flight AA79344 will begin boarding shortly. Passengers, please . . .” the gate agent announced, shattering the moment.

“You’re not going to tell me where you’re being stationed, are you?” Rooster guessed, causing Echo to nod softly.

“I just need some space and some time. For myself,” Echo replied, causing Rooster to nod.

“Of course.” He glanced over at the gate before turning back to Echo. “But, if you . . . if you change your mind or clear your head . . . I’m all ears, Echo.”

“I know, Bradley,” Echo returned genuinely.

Pulling him into a hug, Echo buried her face into Rooster’s chest, memorizing the familiar feeling and the mix of gasoline and his faint body wash. Rooster rested his head on top of Echo’s own, holding her as close as he possibly could. He didn’t want to let her go. And she didn’t want to let him go. Not when the both felt like they finally found a bit of peace.

“We’d like to welcome our passengers who are active-duty service members to board.”

Reluctantly, Rooster released Echo, who took a step back from him. Gently cupping his cheek with her hand, Echo smiled painfully, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Rooster grabbed her hand with his own for a moment before she slipped away. Echo walked up to the till with her backpack and scanned her ticket. Shooting Rooster one last pained smile, Echo headed down the tunnel for the plane.

Rooster watched, in near physical pain, as the plane backed away from the airport and turned for the runway. He stood there until he watched her plane take off and fly out into the great blue sky and didn’t turn away until he couldn’t make it out among the clouds.

Finally turning away from the glass, Rooster tried to discretely wipe his tears away before heading for the exit.

Part 2

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Young!Remus Lupin x Reader - Never Stop Being You

For @loving-and-dreaming (and for anyone else who has ever felt like this) ; I hope this fic helps I saw it a while ago whilst I was reading Remus fics!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

“Y/n, I was thinking we could go to the library after potion classroom study?” Remus said, lifting his head up from the book he’d been enthralled in most of the morning. 

“Yeah; that sounds good, hon-Remus,” Y/n replied with barely even a smile before she left the Gryffindor Common room altogether. 

Remus’ eyes narrowed in both confusion and concern; a look that his fellow Marauders also mirrored. 

Y/n loved the library, that’s where she spent eighty percent of her time when she wasn’t in classes and sure studying wasn’t her favorite thing to do but it was odd to see her so indifferent by what he said. 

She also rarely called anyone by their first name unless it was her first time meeting them; or had told her to call them by their name. But Remus had never done that; in fact he found it adorable that she called him honey; it made his heart feel all warm and fuzzy. 

So hearing his actual name fall from her lips was like a punch in the gut. 

She hadn’t called him by his full name since they met each other; in their first year, they were now in their seventh….

“Did I just hear that correctly?” He asked; rubbing the back of his neck nervously; his mind trying to work out if maybe he had misheard her. 

“Moony, what did you do?” Sirius questioned; his eyebrows raised as he looked at his friend; Sirius, much like Remus had rarely seen Y/n call anyone by their first name, the only time he’d experienced it was when she was really mad at him for pulling a prank on her, that went terribly wrong and ruined one of her favorite books. 

Hence why Sirius assumed that Remus and Y/n had had a falling out. 

However, Lily soon corrected that assumption, “He hasn’t done anything,” 

“She’s been like that for a few days,” Marlene continued with a sigh, as she twiddled her quill in between her fingers, “It’s like she’s stopping herself from saying the nicknames she’s called us for years…”

Remus hadn’t been around as much the last few days because of the full moon, he’d spent most of his time in the hospital wing and in his dorm room; today was the first real day he’d felt strong enough to go back to classes. 

Something had happened to Y/n…and he couldn’t help the ache of guilt in his chest at the thought of something happening to her and him not being there. 

But he was here now; and he was going to find out what had happened to make her act unlike herself.

~~~~~

Throughout the rest of the day, Remus kept an eye on Y/n…and although it was exactly like Marlene had said, she was calling everyone by their first name, avoiding all the nicknames she used to call people; there was also something else going on. 

She was quiet; unusually so. 

She barely cracked a smile at Sirius’ joke in Charms class; and Remus knew  that that was a joke she would’ve normally laughed at. 

It was like a Dementor had come along and sucked all of the happiness out of her. 

In fact he was fully  prepared for her not to show up to their study session today; but a small wave of relief washed over him when he saw her making her way over to him. 

“Hey,” Remus greeted softly as she sat down; there were a million questions racing around in his head, but he thought it was best to let her get comfortable before he started asking her questions. 

After an hour of studying; it was not Remus who broke the silence they were in, it was Y/n.

“What’s wrong? She asked; her eyes not once dithering from the book she was reading.

“Shit,” Remus mumbled under his breath; as he looked up at Y/n. He’d been hoping that she was so engrossed in her charms book to notice his worried glances; clearly, he was wrong. 

“I could ask you the same question?” He countered gently; closing the book he’d been trying and failing to read. 

“I’m fine,” she stated bluntly; trying to ignore the concern in Remus’ eyes as he looked at her.

“I’m just saying…if there’s something wrong…you can talk to me, Y/n/n y’know that right?”  he smiled reassuringly.  

He knew she was lying when she said she was fine; but he also respected that maybe she didn’t want to talk about what was wrong right now and as much as he wanted her to tell him what was wrong so he could help her, he also wasn’t going to push her. 

“Why does everyone think there’s something wrong with me?” Y/n snapped; silencing the minimal chitter in the background as she gathered her belongings and quickly left the library. 

He swore he saw her wipe a few tears from her cheek before she left; and that just made his heart ache even more as his mind fought with itself for a few moments; trying to decide what the best thing to do was, if he went after her he was worried that she would feel like she didn’t have any space; but alternatively he also hated the thought of her being alone whilst she was upset. 

He couldn’t leave her. 

So he rushed after her, trying to think of where she could be.

He tried all the usual places he thought he’d find her; and then all of the less likely places; and he couldn’t find James who had the map, so that ruled that out as an option of trying to find her. 

It was a complete and utter coincidence that he bumped into her quite literally while he was walking towards the Quidditch pitch where James and Sirius were. 

“Y/n/n-” his words stopped in his throat when he saw just how puffy and red her eyes were. 

“C’mere,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms; a gesture which she didn’t fight against; instead, she simply melted into the warmth and comfort of his arms, as he rubbed her back soothingly. 

“I’m sorry,” She sniffled, pulling herself away from him slightly so that she could wipe her tears away. 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he cooed; continue to rub small circles into her back; while his other hand rose to her face, caressing her cheek.

“Am I too much?” She asked, the question catching Remus completely off guard. 

“Am I too nice; too bubbly, just…too much, I know people don’t always like nicknames…and I can be a bit too loud sometimes; that’s not something I’m not used to hearing but I didn’t think it annoyed people, is it annoying?” 

The words were falling from her lips faster than Remus’ mind could keep up with; but after a few seconds the words had processed.

“It’s not annoying, not at all,” he said, tilting her head up slightly so that their eyes met, “Why don’t you start from the beginning?” 

So she did. 

She explained what had happened a few nights ago; that a handful of students had said that she was too friendly and nice to everyone; that she was too bubbly and should learn to not talk as much, and the nicknames she called people, like honey were just weird. 

And that was all because she offered to help them with an assignment.

“I was…I was just trying to help,” she continued; picking the skin around her thumb anxiously.

“I know and there is nothing wrong with that,” Remus stated, taking her hands in his, “you don’t have to shrink who you are just because other people can’t appreciate how brilliant you are,” 

“I’m not brilliant,” she mumbled, her thumbs rubbing along the side of my knuckle.

“Yes, you are,” he argued; though his tone remained soft, as his thumb traced over her bottom lip.

 “You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest and most beautiful person I have known and even that is an understatement,” he breathed, unknowingly closing the small distance between them; until their lips were almost touching. 

He glanced down at her lips, before meeting her eyes, silently asking her if this was okay. 

She didn’t say anything; she simply closed the distance between them herself. 

The initial shock of her lips on his made him stumble back a little; thankfully it was not enough to break the kiss; he wished his lips could heal her hurt, he wished he could kiss the pain away and show her just how amazing she was in his eyes. 

“You are amazing,” he breathed in between kisses before placing one last kiss on her forehead, before pulling her back into his arms, “and I will always remind you of that.”

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of violent delights chapter 2

round one

2 september 1995

Mattheo's POV

I'm late. Second class of the term and I'm already late. Not that anything important is done in the first lesson of term, just lectures about O.W.L.s and starting to make something of ourselves. Personally, I'll pass.

I move leisurely through the now empty corridors of Hogwarts as I make my way to McGonagall's class room. Some first year runs past me, probably lost, and I sigh. Everyone is always so happy to come back to the castle in the fall. Sure Hogwarts is better than being at home but I'm still counting down the days until I'm completely free. I reach the doors to the Transfiguration classroom and check my watch, 5 minutes late. I shoulder open the door and step into the classroom. At the noise, everyone's heads turn to me.

"Mr. Riddle! You are late. 5 points from Slytherin," McGonagall's voice cuts through the air.

"Apologies, Professor," I say dryly, kicking the door closed behind me and scan the room for empty seats.

"Well come in, let's not delay any further. There is an empty seat up here next to Miss Potter," McGonagall says, turning back to the papers in her hand. My eyes find the empty seat right next to Miss Perfect herself. I sigh and drop into the seat next to her, eyeing her carefully. Her jaw is clenches and her shoulders tight, clearly making an effort to ignore my presence.

Euphemia Potter. Gryffindor Princess and Little Miss Perfect. She and her brother are the most self righteous people I've ever met. When the Potters break rules, they win house points, awards and are called heroes; when Slytherins break the same rules, we lose house points and get our arses thrown in detention. Euphemia spends her free time running around with the Weasley Twins, setting pranks and causing havoc for the rest of the student body, in particular Slytherins. But the princess never gets caught and if she does, she just bats her eyelashes, tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder and is off the hook. Her brother isn't any better. I spent most of last term being blamed for opening the Chamber of Secrets (which I had never heard of in my life) but innocent little Harry Potter just happens to actually find it, kill a basilisk out of pure luck and starts telling everyone he saw the ghost of a young Tom Riddle, my late father. All just in time for the end of term. Two words: Dragon Shit.

I look at Euphemia out of the corner of my eye, watching her studiously listen to whatever McGonagall is droning on about. The worst part of Euphemia? She's drop dead gorgeous. Most of the guys in this school want her and she fucking knows it. And no matter how much I hate her, I can't deny that the curve of her figure, the fullness of her lips, and the way her auburn hair highlights the bright green of her eyes is about as perfect of an appearance as you can get. As she listens to the lecture, she fiddles with the ring on her left pointer finer and I catch a glimpse of the infamous lighting scar on her wrist, the one she shares with her brother. Although I don't understand why his is on his forehead and hers is on my wrist.

Euphemia and I have been at odds since our third year. Before that, she was quiet and more shy; preferring to study in the library and read more than anything else. I didn't like her then, but she was tolerable. She and her friends stayed out of my way and we minded our own business. Third year rolls around, however, and Harry comes to Hogwarts and all anyone can talk about is the Potter siblings. That year, Euphemia went from a quiet and studious person, to the bane of my existence. She'd joined the Quidditch team, quickly becoming an impressive chaser, and come out of her shell over the summer and suddenly guys wanted her and girls wanted to be her. Me? I just wanted to kill her. She got it into her head that I was the one trying to get some magic stone Dumbledore had hidden in the castle to bring back my father, as if I want that, and basically threatened me. 

Yes my father was Voldemort and yes, sometimes I use that fact to my advantage to get my way but I don't buy into any of the shit my father stood for. I may not remember him, but the scars on my mother's back tell me all I need to know about the piece of shit. I don't really care about blood purity or any of that crap but to have any kind of power in Slytherin, you better at least act like you do. Especially if your last name is Riddle.

Euphemia turns her head suddenly, eyes meeting mine as she raises her eyebrow at me. Shit, she caught me staring. I hold her eyes for a moment before turning back to McGonagall. She turns back to front too and sighs slightly, as if me looking at her actually bothers her.

After a very long and dry lecture by McGonagall about her expectations and plan for the year, the period ends. Euphemia stands quickly, moving to stand with her groupies. The Weasley twins-- I couldn't tell them apart if my life depended on it and they are equally irritating so really what's the point--stare daggers at me before they turn to leave the classroom with Potter. I sigh and roll my eyes, turning to my friends, gathered out in the hall. Elladora, Evan, and Theo are out in the hall. I make eye contact with Theo and give him and nod as I approach.

"Oh!" Elladora exclaims as she pretends to faint into Evan's arms. Evan and Ella laugh loudly. Ever since hearing the rumor that both the Potters fainted on the train yesterday began circulating, Ella has been relentless. She despises Euphemia more than anyone. "Salazar! How could anyone be so pathetic?" Ella turns to face Euphemia, whose face is stoic although her eyes are fiery. She levels Ella with a defiant stare and turns away rolling her eyes, seemingly unaffected.

"Aw you hurt the princess' feelings," Evan laughs cruelly, nudging Ella with his shoulder as we start making out way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Good! She's so pathetic. Can you imagine fainting because you're too afraid of a dementor? Big and scary Potter is finally showing her true colors," Ella continues, laughing maniacally.

"Ella, stop! Dementors are horrid no matter how brave you are," Astoria pipes up, joining us in the hall. Astoria, unlike the rest of us, is friends with Potter and often defends her to the rest of us. 

"Still, it is kinda funny," Theo adds as we sit down at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

"You don't even know if its true," Astoria argues.

"So what? As long as it gets under the princess' skin!" Ella laughs with Evan.

"Get's under who's skin?" Lorenzo asks, taking a seat next to me.

"Don't ask," I grumble, not wanting Euphemia Potter to infiltrate my brain anymore than necessary.

"Euphemia Potter," Theo supplies to Enzo before turning his gaze to me as I grab some food from the center of the table. "What's got your wand in a knot? Sitting next to the hottest girl in school messing with your head already?"

I flip Theo off and take a bit of my apple.

"You're sitting next to her now?" Enzo asks, trying to hide his surprise.

"I got to class late. Only desk open."

"Matt, you're already gathering tardies? We've had two classes!" Astoria exclaims, looking at me disappointedly.

"Sorry, Mum," I retort sarcastically.

"So not only are you going to be doing rounds with Potter twice a week, but you're sitting next to her in classes now too?" Evan smirks, probably concocting a little story to entertain himself.

"He's going soft," coos Ella mockingly.

"Fuck off, Ella," I say, my temper starting to rise causing me to grind my teeth.

"They're gonna fuck!" Evan pronounces, causing Enzo and Theo to laugh.

"HA! I'll take that bet," Enzo laughs though a bite of food. I level Enzo with a glare, causing him to raise his hands in mock surrender.

"C'mon Matt, you can't deny you want a piece of that!" Evan outlines the shape of a woman with his hands, making lewd faces as he does.

"She's not a pie and you're disgusting," Astoria deadpans.

"Euphemia Potter is nothing but a spoiled brat. You can have my piece, Ev," I grumble, grabbing my bag and standing. I've had enough tormenting for one day and I still have to deal with prefect rounds tonight. I need some quiet. 

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Later that evening, I emerge from my room, needing to meet Euphemia for our first prefect rounds. I ignore someone calling my name as I make my way through the common room and push my way through the Slytherin dorm entrance. Standing, directly on the other side of the corridor, is Euphemia Potter. "Good let's go," I say curtly and continue walking down the hall. The first hour passes agonizingly slow. A part from a few words from Potter and some grunts of acknowledgement, we pass the time in tense silence. I watch the girl from the side of my eye. At some point during the day, she pulled her long auburn hair back from her face and into a ponytail but her uniform is as prim and perfect as it was this morning. 

"Stop staring at me," she says suddenly, not turning to look at me.

"I wasn't," I grumble. 

"Oh good, you can still speak. I was getting worried you had lost your command of the English language," she says, her tone haunty as her eyes flick to me for a moment. 

"Just not willing to share my talents with the likes of you." She rolls her eyes in response and turns away, peering down a dark corridor as we pass by. "Did you really faint?" I say suddenly and, to be honest, I'm not really sure why. She keeps walking but her posture stiffens as if readying for a blow. 

"You've barely made a sound all night and you open with that? What, have you been working up the nerve to ask?" 

"Did you?" I press. While I admit I do enjoy riling Potter up, there's a genuine curiosity there too. 

"Why are you asking?" She asks, stopping to turn to face me, her arms crossed over her chest. She looks up at me, her expression guarded and defiant. 

"Why are are you avoiding the question?" I challenge. Her jaw flexes as her eyes search my face and she takes a measured breath. 

"Yes, I did and I'm not ashamed. And no matter how much you and your friends try to make me feel ashamed I won't." Euphemia speaks quickly. I didn't actually think she'd admit it and I can't hide the smirk forming on my face. 

"Never seen you admit a weakness before, Princess," I chuckle, continuing our walk of the corridors. 

"Don't call me princess!" She snaps after me, trailing along in my wake. "And it is not a weakness." 

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess," I retort, enjoying the reaction I'm getting. 

"Did you even see the dementor? I bet it didn't even come close to you," she grumbles, catching up to me. I don't respond. Truthfully, my friends and I didn't see it and didn't even know why the train had stopped until we were almost at the station but I'll be cursed before I tell her that. "You didn't did you?" Euphemia continues to press, chuckling when I don't respond. "Godric, that is so typical of you lot. Making fun of things you know nothing about. Do you ever-" 

"Shut up, Potter. You don't know anything about me!" I snap, grinding my teeth. 

"Oh yes, and you know all about me, right? You know everything. The great Mattheo Riddle, who is smarter and better than everyone else. No one else could possible suffer because you have the monopoly on pain!" She rants, sarcasm and disdain leaking into her tone. 

"Oh like you know pain," I snap, "The Perfect Potters have it so hard! Everyone loves you and lets you do whatever you want." 

"You don't know anything about me or what I've been through!" She yells, turning to face me, anger and fire in her eyes. 

"Please! Don't give me the whole orphan act, I bet you don't even remember any of it!" I yell back. I raise my hand, waving it through the air as if to brush her off, but as I do, the perfect and fearless Euphemia Potter does something I don't expect. She flinches. 

Just a for a second, her shoulders tighten and she stiffens, as if preparing for a blow, and fear flashes in her eyes. But then its gone, hidden back under the mask of anger and loathing. I lower my hand slowly, examining her face. We watch each other for a long moment before she takes a step towards me, glaring up at me defiantly. "I remember plenty." 

She holds my gaze for a long moment before turning away and continuing down the hall. We walk in tense silence for the rest of our shift. As round the last corner, Potter turns to head up the flight of stairs on our left. "Meet me outside Gryffindor Common Room on Thursday," she calls over her shoulder as she stars up the stairs, not sparing a glance back my way as she walks out of sight.  

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Shenanigans EXTRA (2/2) - Drum Contest! (THE END)

Summary: Katsuki has been struggling to propose to Y/N for months now. He comes up with a silly idea.

Shouto meets his long lost brother.

Warnings: Swear words. A lot of mentions of the naughty, but only in passing. Mentions of ding dongs. No actual smut though. 16+

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who's who, so...

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world's Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world's Katsuki

I hope that helps!

First Chapter Master List

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After a few minutes of silence the team finally calms down enough to actually start a proper conversation. Deku and Todoroki is sprawled out on the bed with Izuku and Shouto sitting on the edges, talking about hero life and Izuku’s battle scars.

You and your other self, together with the two Katsukis are sitting on the floor in one of the corners with your backs resting on the wall.

“So was it hard to find me in this universe?” You ask Bakugou, who looks away sheepishly with a slight blush on his face.

“Well… I had to work my ass off for months to have enough money and freedom to leave for a few weeks but funnily enough, I literally bumped into her in my first day. Then… it just happened. I barely had to do anything. It really felt like it was meant to be. Fucking freaky.”

“Yeah.” Your other self speaks up. “My friends thought I’m bonkers for meeting this random guy from another country every day to study together. But I just…couldn’t get enough of him.” She cuddles into Bakugou and you can’t hide the smile on your face as you look at the two lovesick idiots. They are so different from you two yet so similar at the same time; the love is just as deep but in a different kind of display. Their love is pure and romantic, a relationship full of hope and dreams while yours is more mature, more realistic yet just as bright, just as strong, if not stronger.

“Being in a long distance relationship really sucked.” Bakugou admits.

“Tell me about it!” Deku yells from the bed. “I was so done with waking up to you two having phone sex almost every single day!”

“Oh, shut up, we didn’t…” Bakugou is about to retort, but your other self laughs.

“No, we… did that quite a lot.”

“I knew it!” Apparently, Deku is more than happy to finally get a closure after wondering about all the weird noises coming from his best friend’s room.

“I’ve never done that.” Katsuki mutters next to you, looking offended like it’s your fucking fault.

“We literally moved in together almost right away. We work at the same agency. Damn, you live in the same building as your workplace, we literally could just run home and…”

“You did not do that. Did you?!” Izuku yelp from the bed, face beet red.

“Oh we did.” Katsuki gives him a shit eating smirk, clearly enjoying Izuku’s embarrassment.

“Going home is better than doing it in the locker room. I think.” Shouto mutters and that’s when Izuku decides he needs to get some water from the bathroom. He’ll be really disappointed when he realizes he can’t flush himself down the toilet.

“Fuck, I have band practice. I need to go soon.” Bakugou suddenly jumps up and takes his bag with him; there are two drumsticks sticking out of the side, quite battered by the look of it.

“If you tell me you play the drums I’m changing sides. The other me can take over Katsuki for me. He won’t know the difference.”

Damn, Bakugou Katsuki is a hot ass man anyway but drummer Bakugou Katsuki? Hot damn. Even the thought of it makes you feel all warm in all the inappropriate places.

“First of all, fuck you.” Katsuki retorts, flabbergasted. “Second of all, I would know the fucking difference. You look and act completely different, just how me and the blondie are different in a lot of ways. Third of all, if you think this bozo can outplay me with those chicken legs, you are really fucking stupid. I might not have a drum set at home but I do know how to play. I played drums since I was 11.”

“You play the drums?!” You can’t help but yell loudly. How did you not know that?! How?!

“He played the drums on the school festival in our first year. It was quite good.” Shouto adds.

“I can do much better than that pop shit we’ve played back then.”

“Is that a challenge, muscle brain?” Bakugou smirks, his eyes full of challenge and needless to say, Katsuki is in for the ride. “My practice finishes at 7 so see you there at 7:15. The bozos know the way.”

“If I win…” Katsuki looks at you with the same smirk. Mind blowing. “I’ll marry your fucking ass and you’ll never be able to leave me.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest. Is this really happening? Now? Like this? Well… okay. Okay, calm down, he might loose. Lol who are you kidding, THIS Katsuki? Loosing? No fucking way.

“Wipe the floor with his ass then, love.”

The way you two are eye fucking right now is downright disgusting but you can’t be bothered.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

~•💥•~

“Uhm, do you guys wanna go to Natsuo’s bar until 7?” Todoroki speaks up after Bakugou and Y/N leaves for band practice. You are a little bit offended that she’d left, but to be fair, she’s probably still extremely mindfucked by all this so it’s quite understandable she needs some space right now. She’s just a quirkless gal, she’s not used to this nonsense.

“He owns a bar?” Shouto looks up, clearly intrigued.

“Yeah, it’s half a bar and half a tattoo and piercing parlor. Quite edgy. The studio Kacchan is in is right next to it. They have open mic nights sometimes, his band plays there quite a lot.”

“Wow, your other self is quite cool, I must say.” You mumble, a little bit too infatuated with his other self for Katsuki’s liking so you get an elbow in your tummy. “Rude.”

~•💥•~

Natsuo’s bar is… sick as fuck. There is no other way to describe it. It’s massive but somehow still really homey, with dark wood covering the walls, the floor and ceiling. There are massive LED lights all over the place, red under the main counter, blue on the walls, white on the shelves full of random memorabilia, mostly old instruments and other music-related stuff like old vinyls and instrument parts, probably vintage and pricy as fuck. There is a massive doorframe on the side with hand painted curtains, blue flames and red feathers swirling together on the material. Some of the feathers are burnt by the fire, the edges black, the paint flaky, probably on purpose while some other ones are engulfed by the blue flames, just about to be burnt to a crisp and it’s the sickest design you’ve ever seen.

For some reason, you are the only one hyperventilating over the beautiful piece of art; Shouto looks like he’s about to throw up while Katsuki and Izuku just stares at the curtain like it personally offended them. You can barely see anything from their faces as “your team” is wearing a disguise to not freak out the customers but you really don’t need to be a genius to know something is wrong.

“Oh shit.” Katsuki mutters, slowly pulling Shouto towards the exit.

“Shou, let’s just chill in Todoroki-kun’s room, okay?”

Okay, what the fuck is happening.

“Can I go in?” Shouto asks Natsuo, who only nods, his eyes full of confusion.

“We told him about you, so he won’t freak out. We told our families about Y/N coming here before so… yeah, go on. He’s a bit rude but he’s harmless.”

“He’s harmless.” Katsuki mutters with a deadpanned expression on his face. “That’s… good to know.”

“Mind to explain why is everyone having a meltdown?” You whisper into Katsuki’s ear while Shouto and Izuku stomps towards the curtains.

“Dabi.” Is all he says and that’s when it hits you; Shouto is about to meet his long lost brother, Touya.

Well, shit got deep quite fucking quickly.

When Shouto pulls the curtain out of the way there are two people inside; an ash blonde, extremely handsome guy with a golden nose ring and… well… a guy who looks like a fucking fallen angel in a romantic fantasy movie.

His hair is white as the freshly fallen snow, eyelashes long and dark, his face looks almost feminine but his cheekbone is sharp and masculine, giving him an otherworldly look. You can’t lie, he’s probably the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Not even the massive amount of piercings can ruin his mesmerizing look. He looks up from the random drawing he’s been working at and smirks at the deadpan hero in front of him. His beautiful face completely clashes with his mischievous attitude but that makes him even more interesting. He stands up from his desk gracefully and makes his way towards the Shouto, who just stands in one place with tears in his eyes, his face full of so many emotions now, you can’t even decipher any of them at all.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, little brother. Nice muscles, by the way.” Shouto breaks. “Hey, little one, what… what the fuck is wrong with you, oomph!” Dabi’s unable to breathe as Shouto runs into his arms, crying like he’s a little kid again. “Wooow, that’s… a hug. Okay, I’m not really a touchy person to be honest, I’m freaking out. Oi, you have a big ass scar on your face. Who did that? I’ll find ’em and kill ’em.” Shouto starts crying even more. “… uhm, with kindness, of course. Kill em’… with kindness. Yeah. Surely. Let me go, little brother. I can’t breathe.”

It’s quite cute how Touya can’t handle the situation and tries to talk up a storm to calm himself down.

“Touya, I think you are dead in their universe or something.” The ash blond guy smirks at him. “What a plotwist.”

“Hawks?!” Katsuki suddenly yells, giving the poor blond a fright.

“No, I’m Keigo.” He deadpans, utterly confused.

“Am I fucking dead?! Yo, little bro, am I? Did I go out with a blast, though?” Shouto only cries even more. “Oh no, please tell me I wasn’t born in a super powered world and got hit by a bus when I was twelve. That sucks balls.”

“Nah, you probably pulled some shit like killing half of your family out of pure spite after your mother gave you Pepsi instead of Coke.” Keigo mutters and the whole gang gawks at the guy. “Oh my god, did he?”

“Nii-chan…” Shouto sobs, still not coherent enough to make a proper sentence. He looks up at his brother and gives him a wobbly smile, stroking his cheek once then twice before he finally speaks up. “So this is how you would look like. Fuck, I think I’m having a mental breakdown.”

“Am I dead, little brother?!”

“Yes and no?” Izuku tries to help out but he looks just as choked up as his boyfriend. “Touya is gone but Dabi is alive. He’s in prison. For really bad things, but… it wasn’t your fault completely. Uhm. It’s a long story.”

“So Touya is dead but his penis is in prison?” Keigo forgoes his attempts to draw. This conversation is way too interesting for him now, that Touya’s penis is apparently involved.

“What?!” Izuku looks between the two males with nothing but confusion.

“I call his penis little Dabi.”

“You… why…” It’s Katsuki’s time to be completely bamboozled.

“Well, I pierced it so many times by now I decided to name it.”

Your gang falls silent. It’s this world’s Todoroki’s turn to freak out now.

“You pierced your… penis?!”

Touya turns into a really pretty shade of red.

“Well, we had to practice and none of you fuckers wanted a piercing so we practiced on each other! I did his nipples, he did my… Dabi.”

This conversation is wrong on so many levels and you are not even the person traumatized by that name.

“Can I… can I get a piercing from you, Touya?” Shouto gives his brother another wobbly smile and Izuku is about to pass out from the excitement.

“That’s so sweet, I’m gonna cry. Oh my god, I’m crying.”

Spoiler: He’s crying. I know. Shocker.

“Wanna get a ring like mine, baby brother? So we match?” Touya ruffles Shouto’s hair with a fond smile on his face. He looks exhilarated.

Nevermind. You are crying too. Even Katsuki has a tear stuck to his eyelashes but he tries his best to act nonchalant anyway.

“That would be nice, yeah.” Shouto laughs wetly as Touya points at the chair in the middle of the room. Shouto’s super edgy nose piercing is done before he can even breathe out an “I’m ready.” He’s quick and efficient, movements well practiced as he swabs at the fresh ring, cleaning it carefully with a proud smile on his face.

“Next time, I’ll give you a sick tattoo.” Touya daydreams, eyes looking into the distance, the fond smile still lingering on his face from a few seconds before. “I’m sorry if I ever hurt you in your universe. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I might be a lost cause in that world, but tell my family that this Touya… would do anything to keep you guys safe.”

“Ok, I’m out.” This world’s Todoroki decides to leave the room, his face so neutral you really wonder if you should tell him to play poker.

“Come back, you little shit! Why can’t you be like this one, eyy! Cute and shit!”

“You would tease the shit out of me!”

“Well, duh!”

… and the mood is ruined. The whole gang laughs, loud and airy, Shouto’s face scrunches as the freshly made piercing starts to sting from the sudden motion.

Needless to say, the piercing suits him and you are extremely proud to be one of those people who know the real story behind it; a story so heartbreaking yet so full of love and affection; a story of a little brother finally finding solace by knowing that there is another Touya somewhere in the universe, content and happy, surrounded by his family who never ever gave up on him.

Shouto probably wishes his real brother could be here, too.

“Shit.” You cuddle into your boyfriend’s arms, way too emotional for your own good.

“Welcome in our world.” Katsuki mutters back.

~•💥•~

Katsuki has a confession to make. He’s been trying to come up with proposal ideas for a few months now, but none of them felt… right.

Going to a restaurant and propose is too basic. Going on a holiday and propose… well… same thing. Basic as fuck. Katsuki hates it.

Calling their whole friend group and family over is not possible, because Y/N’s family lives abroad and they haven’t even met him in person yet. Doing in front of one family and not the other would be mean, even Katsuki knows that.

The only thing he could think of that sounds almost okay is to go hiking and ask Y/N to marry him on a top of a mountain or a fucking lava but even that feels too normal for their abnormal relationship.

Okay, calling their relationship abnormal sounds extremely rude but honestly, they are not a normal couple. They’ve never been. Hell, they beat the shit out of each other in the training room almost every week. They yell at each other when then they cuddle by the TV like old people. They kick some ass on the battlefield then have aggressive sex after, praising the other about how hot they looked like when they kicked out the villain’s teeth. Sometimes they make work a challenge; whoever gets the last punch needs to uhm… make the other happy later. Don’t ask questions. Honestly, just don’t.

With that said, proposing to Y/N by winning a challenge is quite on-brand for them. They will need to redo the whole proposal in front of Kirishima otherwise he’s going to cry from being left out but Katsuki is more than happy to go down on his knees twice.

He must win today. He’s so done with carrying this fucking ring with himself just in case the time is right!

The ring he got for Y/N is actually made by his parents brand. His mom almost had a heart attack when Katsuki came over to their workshop with a bunch of silly ring designs. When Katsuki said he wants an orange diamond in the middle his father fell off his chair looking at Katsuki like he’s an idiot. Well, Katsuki knew what he wanted and he was quite aware that one small diamond cost 5 million yen (around £23000). That’s the one detail Katsuki was not willing to give up on even if his wallet will be empty for at least a few months afterwards.

So yeah, he was running around with that in his pocket for several weeks now. Hopefully, his suffering ends tonight.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Hero.” Bakugou smirks at Katsuki as he makes his way towards his loud ass band.

Oh no. Katsuki knows these people… well, most of them. He has no idea who the long, black haired goth guy is. Or girl. He’s not sure. Maybe something in between. Nah, Katsuki is sure he’s a guy. He looks familiar in a really weird way but he’s also quite sure he’s never met this bozo before.

“Oh my god, I thought you were joking when you said you’re bringing yourself twice.” Kaminari smirks, and he and his other self sighs.

“Annoying as always.” They mumble at the same time, the action followed by a smirk and a first bump. Kyouka laughs.

“I’ve always been wondering if other timelines exist and if they resemble each other in any way. I really want to say I got an answer but seeing how different your two selves look like I have more questions than answers. I guess I will need to live in the darkness for another day.”

NO FUCKING WAY.

No motherfucking way.

“Tokoyami?!” Izuku finally asks the million dollar question, notebook and pen already in his hands as he sneaks closer to the goth, lanky guy holding a guitar.

“I can’t take this anymore. First my long lost brother and now this?” Shouto sits down on the nearest chair, gobsmacked. “How is this even possible?”

“It makes a lot of sense actually.” Izuku goes back a few pages and reads a few notes before he speaks up again. “This world doesn’t have quirks or superpowers. Tokoyami’s appearance is connected to his power hence why he’s… different here. The real question is… how come you still have your half and half appearance? I’m quite sure your condition is extremely rare. Oh, I wish to be able to look into your genetics right now.” Izuku sighs and it sounds weirdly sexual so Katsuki decides to clear his throat before it’s too late.

“Wait a second, what’s wrong with me in your world?” Tokoyami puts his guitar down and comes closer to your little gang.

“Nothing is wrong, just…” Izuku blushes like an idiot, clearly regretting his words already.

“You are a fucking bird, Tokoyami.” Katsuki tries to help out and the joint yelp from the whole band makes him giggle like an idiot. Y/N gives him a side eye for being a cunt but he can’t be bothered. This is way too funny.

“Excuse me?” Tokoyami’s eyes are about to pop out of his skull and with that expression, he does look like his bird-self, to be honest.

“You have a head of a raven. In our world. And a human body. As weird as it sounds, it’s quite common.” Shouto adds helpfully and Katsuki is sure these bozos have never payed this much attention in their whole fucking lives.

“Pardon for the question but how do I have a love life with that face?”

“The same way you do in this world. You don’t.” Bakugou smirks and Katsuki is contemplating between giving the guy another fist bump or slapping his head for being a menace.

Tokoyami looks like he’s about to cry so Katsuki decides to go with the latter.

“So Bakubro said we are heroes in this world, so… I’m not single, right? Heroes must get a lot of chicks. That’s just how it is. In the movies.” Kaminari speaks up with hopeful eyes. Izuku looks extremely proud as he answers that question.

“While it’s true that heroes are surrounded by beautiful women and men, you’ve never really had your eyes on anyone else but your wife.”

“I have a wife?!” Kaminari cries crocodile tears as he embraces Izuku in a tight hug. “Oh my, you are so muscly. Wow. Like… no homo but I would happily go gay for you.”

Izuku blushes like a 30 year old virgin.

“Ahh, yeah, we almost had our first kiss on your and Kyouka’s wedding!” Y/N speaks up and by the look on Kyouka’s face… things are different in this world. Damn. Bummer.

“Me and Kyo? Married?!”

“Oh my god, Pikachu.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, not even surprised by this revelation. “Don’t act like you haven’t been making out in the dressing room for several months now.”

“Making out?” Midoriya joins the eye-rolling contest. “Kyouka comes to class in Denki’s shirts almost every day. They’ve been fucking for at least two years.”

“I thought she just likes his shirts?” This world’s Todoroki speaks up, flabbergasted.

“Oh, honey…” Midoriya taps his shoulders twice, not even bothering to answer him.

“Okay fuckers, now shut the fuck up and let’s hit those fucking drums! I’m so fucking ready!” Katsuki can’t listen to this nonsense anymore. He’s a man on a mission.

“Let’s do this, stupid, muscly twin. Let’s see who’s the best.” Bakugou smirks and the game is on.

~•💥•~

This is not a challenge between two friends. No. This fucking war. Both Katsuki’s take their turn to discuss their chosen song with the rest of the band privately. Everyone needs to wait in the hallway while the meeting is on. Then Bakugou comes out and Katsuki goes in. You swear there are flames under his feet as he barges through the door with determination.

“I know that look, Kacchan. You are fucked.” This world’s Deku decides to annihilate the awkward silence but making it even more awkward. Bakugou jumps in one place as a sudden realizations dawns on him.

“He will play THAT song. The bane of my existence. The one fucking song I just can’t get right. But that means he also can’t get it quite right, so… fuck, shouldn’t have played it safe.”

“Well, it’s important for him to win. And we are heroes. We never play safe. It makes sense. He wants a proper, KO win so he feels like he deserves the prize.” Shouto chimes in with a surprisingly fair answer.

“And if he doesn’t win, he’ll keep coming back until he does. Ahh, Kacchan is so amazing.” Izuku gets all red and the smile on his face is downright suggestive, it actually makes you wonder if there is more of a resemblance between him and his other self that you’ve thought.

“I will play the piano for you when we go to see Fuyumi next time.” Shouto mutters, his eyes glowing with determination.

“Ahh, that piano is really nice, isn’t it?” This world’s Deku chimes in. “My back still hurts when I think about it, though.”

Confusion. Awkward silence. Then it hits.

“You got dicked on the top of that piano.” Bakugou gawks at the boy, who tries to act all shy about it but he can’t really hide the shit eating grin on his face.

“I definitely can’t do that, there is a massive weight difference between this world’s us and uhm… us. There is also a massive difference between our family life, so doing something like that in my sister’s house would be highly inappropriate.” Shouto chimes in as well, speaking nonchalantly, like he’s talking about the weather.

“Shouto, I’m quite sure doing that in anyone’s house IS highly inappropriate anyway.” You try to add something to the conversation, because it’s getting out of hand. Izuku looks like he’s about the burst from embarrassment or something else, you are not sure. Thankfully the door opens and the whole band comes out, all looking pale and shaky.

“Bro. This guy… is an animal.” Kaminari stutters, making a beeline towards the closest drink machine.

“Honestly, ugly twin, give these guys a fucking challenge once in a while. They can play quite well.”

“I’m not ugly! I’m just small! Fuck you, muscle brain!” Bakugou yells with his face red. “And I do challenge them! They knew the song you are about to play, didn’t they?!”

“Yeah, and they also told me how you made them learn it then you never asked them to play it once.” Katsuki smirks and if this would be a normal world he would get an explosion to his face. But this Bakugou doesn’t have a quirk so he just pokes his other self on his side where it hurts the most. “Ouch, I think a mosquito just stung me.”

You can’t help but sigh. One Bakugou Katsuki is certainly enough for one world.

~•💥•~

Bakugou plays Basket Case by Green Day. And he looks extremely hot doing it.

You can’t believe you didn’t know they can play the drums like that. You can barely stop salivating over those muscly arms hitting the drums and this guy has half of the muscle mass your actual boyfriend does. You’ll literally pass out when it’s Katsuki’s turn to play. You also have a hard time believing he can top whatever Bakugou is doing on those drums. You are not a musician but you do have a good ear and Bakugou’s play is flawless, aggressive but precise, maybe a few mistakes here and there where he gets a bit too much into it but otherwise, he clearly has talent. Your other self also looks lovestruck as she stares at her boyfriend lovingly, eyes full of wonder and affection and damn, honestly, they are so fucking cheesy they make you burp.

Katsuki doesn’t even bother being his usual jealous self; there is a massive smirk on his face as the two swap places, his steps confident and when he looks back at you he mouths “keep your eyes on me” and needless to say that goes straight into your… you know what. He’s a hot guy, okay?!

Things only get worse from that point. First of all; he takes his shirt off just as he sits down then throws it right into your face with a massive smirk. The shirt smells just like him and you can’t help but daydream about being home, surrounded by this scent all over. You take the shirt and take a good sniff; Katsuki’s eyes darken, his gaze so lustful it makes you blush like this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look like that.

Somehow… it feels different. Possessive in a good way. Hah. You always hated when someone thought about their partner as “theirs” but now you start to understand that it’s not all about being someone’s possession, it’s more about you being a part of them, one not whole without the other.

Katsuki’s chosen song is Through the fire and flames by an old band called DragonForce.

Tokoyami plays the beginning flawlessly; It’s a fucking hard song to play on every instrument, mostly on guitar and the drums but while Tokoyami looks much more focused than he did when he played the easy chords in the last song, he doesn’t look that bothered. Kaminari on the other hand looks like he’s about to shit himself and it makes you giggle; this song is an absolute pain in the ass on the guitar and you are actually quite surprised that they somehow manage to play the song because even professional guitarists struggle to learn this one. Needless to say there are a few mistakes on their part, but otherwise, it’s quite impressive. You keep your eyes on Tokoyami and Kaminari for the first few seconds of the song as there is no drums at the beginning but when they get to the part with the drums you almost choke on your saliva.

Katsuki looks like a fucking rockstar. The way his muscles bulge when he hits the toms makes you salivate, but you can barely concentrate on the beauty in front of you as the way he plays is even more impressive. It’s powerful, precise, no mistakes whatsoever. The song already has complicated drums but you swear he made it even more difficult to play, even the easy parts sound more complicated and so much better than the original and when you finally tear your eyes off your gorgeous boyfriend you take a look at Bakugou, who’s sitting next to you, gawking at Katsuki with an open mouth, too impressed to be devastated about him loosing - because let’s be honest, he really fucking did loose.

The next time you look at Katsuki, he’s glowing. He looks so happy behind that drum set, so content and so-so handsome it makes your heart clench. You can’t believe this guy is yours. You can’t believe you’ll wake up every day next to this gorgeous fucking man, hopefully, for the rest of your life.

As Katsuki finishes the solo with an absolute sick drum solo, he stands up before the song wraps up and your body moves on its own; you jump into your boyfriend’s arms and he catches your legs and pulls you even closer as he kisses you deeply, right in front of everyone.

“Marry me, Bakugou Katsuki.” You mumble, incapable of pulling away from his puffy, soft lips. Katsuki takes something out of his pocket and let’s you down, but he doesn’t go too far away; He leaves a tiny kiss on your knuckles, tears pricking his beautiful red eyes as he goes down on one knee in front of you.

“Be my fucking wife, Menace. Let’s grow fucking old together. You are the best fucking thing that’ve ever happened to be and the most annoying one as well, but I fucking love you nonetheless.” Katsuki bursts out in tears by the end of his sentence and you are not too far behind; when you are about to answer a loud sob breaks out of your throat.

“Okay.” You mumble, letting him put the ring on your finger. You almost faint when you look at it because while you don’t have any idea about ring prices you already know this one cost a fortune. It’s so fucking beautiful and so perfectly him. Loud and fancy. Just like your fiancé. “I’ll be the best and the most annoying wife in the whole wide world. I promise.”

Katsuki seals the deal with another deep kiss then the moment is ruined when Izuku and Deku starts crying loudly. It’s so loud it actually hurts your eardrums.

“Save your fucking tears for the time I need to recreate all of this for Eijirou’s sake because I ain’t telling him that I proposed to her while he wasn’t here!”

“You want me to give this ring back to you?! But I don’t wanna! It’s so pretty!” You moan, but Katsuki only rolls his eyes.

“You will live, wifey.” Okay. You really fucking like the sound of that. “I’ll keep your mind away from it.” Katsuki pulls you closer by your waist and leaves a scorching hot kiss on your mouth. You melt like a fucking snowman in a microwave.

“Hmm. Deal.”

~•💥•~

“Oi, look! It’s Kirishima!” This world’s Bakugou points to the window of a coffee shop near campus. “He’s making out with the barista!”

“Fucking finally!” Deku rolls his eyes, annoyed. “He’s been pining for months!”

You can’t help but smile when you sneakily look into the coffee shop because that’s the same girl Kirishima’s been daydreaming about in your world. It makes you so happy to see him like this; Eijirou has a special place in your heart and you really hoped he’ll find his own happy end eventually.

“Do you think he knows he’s shagging that famous rock star’s niece?” Todoroki asks the million dollar question. Katsuki and you look up at the guy with question marks in your eyes. “That girl… is the niece of that famous singer-guitarist. The band name is… Crimson Riot? It’s Kirishima’s favorite band I think.”

“Oh my god.” Katsuki looks at you with a shit eating smirk. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that. This is gonna be amazing.”

Yeah it will be… but that’s a story for another day - you think to yourself as you walk around the campus once more, hand in hand with your brand new fiancé. You can’t wait to get home and snuggle him until he blast you out of the window.

“Will you come over again, Y/N?” Deku takes your other hand and starts walking with you like he’s a little kid. You look at Katsuki who only gives you a cheeky smile but that’s all the answer you needed.

“Yeah. We will.”

The End.

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Potato ramble:

- I’m quite sure no sane human being can play the guitar part of the song Katsuki decided to play with that band. I’m just saying, because I usually try to be realistic and that wasn’t. Also, big thank you for my ex-drummer boyfriend for choosing that song for me because I was in stitches for days 😂 I can kinda play a lot of instruments but drums ain’t one of them. I once sat down and tried to play it and he cried. 😂😂😂😂

- The Dabi part inspired me so much that I actually started to write a DabiHawks fanfiction in this AU. It will be a completely separate thing from this and some details will be different, plus I’ll probably upload it on AO3, but just to let you know, that’s something I’m working on when I have the time! I’ll post about it on my Tumblr once it’s done!

- This is the official end of Katsuki’s side of this story. I’m sad but I’m also really happy for him! Thank you very much for everyone for sticking with me for a whole year! I actually uploaded the first chapter of this almost exactly a year ago. How freaky is that?!

- As you guys know, there is a spin-off for this series called Kirishima Eijirou’s daily shenanigans and the first chapter is already up so click here to read my first Kirishima x reader fanfic! 🪨

TL - thank you guys for being here 😭😭 @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai @porusuniverse

[theladynesta]

Okay so I want to get this off my chest because honestly I am so sick of this dumb ass cunt running her mouth constantly about me and not only that she mentioned my friend for no reason on her blog. I want to just put this into steps for her to also understand because obviously her dumbass brain cant process it no matter how many times people tell her.

1. Becs never stalked your blog she went to block it but she accidentally followed you. She does not want anything to do with you at all.

2. Your “private” venting blog which isn’t venting its pure harassment and not only is it harassment it has all the proof that you been the harasser and stalker. Fyi, if you want it private go to your actual browser and put a password on it that way only you and the people you want to see can see it with that password.

3. The blog was sent to me. I will not say who it is and I won’t give out their account mainly because it’s now gone.

4. I am rarely on. I am spending time with my son, hanging with real life friends, spending time with my boyfriend playing overwatch 2 or Apex Legends, studying for college, helping on the ranch, and not only doing all those things I start my full time job monday. Most of my posts minus the reblogs are scheduled posts and post automatically. I am never around.

5. I am not sending Rose/Fae/Syrena or whatever her name is anons she is blocked and gone completely from my life. Whenever I get an account messaging me about her or an account that is hers I automatically block her. My friends and family hate her and dont want her around period.

6. I don’t have a life and I seek attention? Oh sweetie, you are truly delusional as all hell. I do have a life I just don’t post it on my tumblr all the time like seeking attention like you do posting about shit from your life that no one on here cares about.

7. I don’t want Zack never have never will. So whoever is sending you that bullshit is clearly lying and if you believe all this shit you are really insecure.

8. No one is sending you anons sweets because no one likes you. Stop sending yourself anons. Its pathetic.

9. Just leave me alone. I almost forgot you existed till that random showed me that blog. You think I am obsessed with you? I am not. It’s actually the opposite. I hate you more than I hate my ex and both him and I can still agree we both hate you still and that says something. I am not obsessed with you at all. There is nothing to be obsessed with. Wanna talk obsessed you literally had to stalk my dads death and my old school. Thats obsession and stalking. Thats a psychopath.

10. If I wanted to say something to you I wouldn’t do it through an anon. If things don’t come from my actual account it’s not me. Also stop bringing Daisy and Dia into your posts man. They are barely around too. I know Dia, Daisy and I are not close but god damn. Just leave us all alone.

11. Leave my friends alone. Becs did nothing to you. Stop trying to play victim when you are not and stop lying to your real life friends and family about me as well because if they message me I will gladly tell them the truth with all the screenshots.

12. I am a narcissist? Honestly you dont know the definition of one; so let me put out there for you: Personality qualities include thinking very highly of oneself, needing admiration, believing others are inferior, and lacking empathy for others.

Narcs also do this:

Narcissists may use gaslighting tactics to make a partner or friends doubt their perception of reality. They may twist the truth, deny facts, or blame the partner for things that are not their fault, causing the other person to question their sanity.

Which rose is clearly all of that because she has gas lit so many people its not even funny. I am the complete opposite of a narc. She clearly needs to learn definitions because she clearly does not know anything.

13. As for kim; If she wants to talk she can come talk to me. I don’t care if she has family in law enforcement i have family in law enforcement too sweetie. But thats what you do, you run to the cops about everything. Have you ever thought to just shut your yapper and just hit the block button instead of being a karen because you are the one who causes the bullshit. I have the proof of you admitting to you doing it on purpose to.

14. You were extremely homophobic when I came out about my sexuality. When note: it’s extremely hard for people to come out. Not to mention you said I was copying your sexuality. Bitch I don’t want to be you and never do. You live in this delusion where you think everyone is jealous or wants to be you when they don’t especially when you look like a damn skyrim orge:

No one wants to be you, copy you, be you, and they are clearly not obsessed

This is all I have to say about this. I am not part of her bullshit drama anymore. I didn’t even want to be her friend to begin with because I couldn’t be myself and I had to walk on egg shells. Don’t come to me anymore about her this is why I have anons off and others set to followers only. She stole my writings, my hobbies, things I enjoyed in general and almost ruined them for me. I don’t want nothing to do with that person. And to whoever hears anything about me remember its very one sided because I barely on any social media anymore. So that shows how delusional she really is and obsessed with me she is. Which I don’t blame her, I am awesome as hell to be around. But for real, I seriously am done with her shit I just wanted to clear this up. My boyfriend, my friends, and my family don’t want anything to do with her so please don’t bring me anything about her. She’s literally the Karen of tumblr and I don’t want to be around her bullshit. Things are extremely peaceful with her not around. Now I don’t wish harm on her I wish her the best and I hope she gets where she needs to be in life and changes for the better.

I also do not have any other blog this is my only blog. So if someone has another blog and saying it’s me it’s clearly not.

@aurorahighgate @protectivesoul4u

[lonelyroommp3]

You've talked before about a Taylor Swift jukebox musical you made, and now I'm wondering: if ttpd had been released at the time, which, if any, of the tracks might have made it in and why?

this is suuuuch an interesting ask i have been thinking about it non stop since i got it thank you so much

anyway i kind of have two different answers/approaches to this. the first is if i read this question as "which tracks would have made the specific jukebox musical i put together for my MA project", which was an adaptation of the teenage love triangle plotline from folklore, and the answer to that is honestly... probably none of them? there are certainly songs on ttpd that could fit plot beats in the show, but i don't think there's any that i would choose over the songs i chose at the time, whether in terms of suitability, how easy they'd be to sing & act in a musical theatre context, or from the commercial producer's perspective in terms of maintaining a strong "setlist" (as it were) balancing deeper cuts & fan favourite tracks with greatest hits that are likelier to put audience members' bums on seats if this were to be a full fledged production. with that said songs that would make the shortlist but probably not be included might be:

so high school - i could see this as an alternative to "our song", which i used as a setup for betty & james's relationship before everything famously goes to shit, or possibly in addition to "our song" in the context of an expanded show as a means for setting a broader scene with not just them but like, our theoretical B couple, supporting cast, etc. i think the repetitiveness of the lyrics (in terms of the same sections coming back over and over) could be a challenge to work around but it wouldn't be impossible

i can do it with a broken heart - in the actual show i had a mashup of "22" and "the moment i knew" setting the scene for the party james famously gatecrashes in "betty"; it was a whole thing of juxtaposing betty's friends trying to hype her up and mend her broken heart while she is quite clearly not feeling it whatsoever. so obviously this would fill a similar niche but quite frankly if i may stroke my own ego the 22/tmik mashup is one of my favourite pieces of arranging work i've ever done and you could not pay me to replace it or add another song in there

peter - natural choice with the "peter losing wendy" parallel from "cardigan" (which was not in my show due to time constraints but i've always imagined it as an opening number framing device type deal in a full expanded 2 act version). also an evil little part of me really would love to watch my actors fighting for their life trying to think of enough different ways to act the line "you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me" over and over and over 😭 with that said, however, i already gave betty more than enough heartbroken ballads in this show lmfao, there is just simply not room for another one

my second way of approaching this question would be "what songs from ttpd would work in just, any hypothetical taylor swift jukebox musical?" - honestly when i first got this ask i thought nah, this album is a bust for musical theatre-able (?) songs because it is so much more lyrically specific than a lot of her prior work, and a lot of the reason i chose taylor as the case study for my jukebox musical thesis is because in her earlier output she usually hits the perfect sweet spot between "too generic to act effectively" and "too specific to shape into another plot", which can be a difficult balance to find in a lot of chart pop & is a big reason jukebox musicals sometimes get a lot of flack both critically and in the discerning public eye.

but then i thought about it more and i think some of the songs go so far into specificity that they become theatrical (i've already made a semi-jokey post about how there's something almost company-esque about the line "chloe or sam or sophia or marcus" hahaha) in their own right. like i literally started going through this album and thought wait no. this is a really actable album for the most part. in fact, i think some of them go so far into depicting self contained narratives that i don't think they could work As A Song To Advance The Plot In A Traditional Book Musical but i do think they are insanely actable in the context of like, a song cycle. or as a standalone song to bring to an acting through song class lmfao

anyway a selection (a selection! that's how many options i have) that i think could work in the context of a traditional book musical:

who's afraid of little old me - come ONNN this would be so fucking fun to stage. it's giving no good deed

the smallest man who ever lived - i thought about orchestrating that bridge and nearly blacked out

the black dog, guilty as sin, and maybe even down bad (not going to get you any points for range in an audition but might be fun to act) are also options i could see working

finally i think "clara bow" is like, made to be the finale if you were specifically doing a taylor swift biomusical

a selection that i would love to see in a revue/song cycle/audition/i have been asked to bring a pop song to my acting through song masterclass type of situation

but daddy i love him - this is one of those songs that is too self contained to actually advance a plot but would be very fun to present as a standalone piece imo

the bolter - such a fun little storytelling option

thank you aimee - mate i won't lie to you i have actioned this song while singing along to it in my bedroom. i need this to become a sleeper hit from the album so i can start recommending it to actors when i do repertoire coaching that's how much i love it as a potential audition piece. hits musically AND lyrically

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: And another chapter! Now bringing in some of the plot and game dialog from RE 3 remake. We'll get to 2 soon. I did not re-read this chapter so I hope it doesn't suck. Enjoy!

TW: Violence, murder, zombies, guns, ect. Typical Resident evil stuff. NO MINORS!

Chapter 3:

September 28, 1998-

All your attempts at leaving the city have not worked out so far. The evacuation helicopters always left or were too full for you to get on.  You had actually made it to the edge of the city on foot on the 26th, but quickly turned around when you saw Umbrella men with guns blocking all exits. 

You'd rather take your chances with the zombies at this point. You knew that as soon as you walked in sight of those men that you would be shot at. There was no way out.

So you made do with what you could. You found a shotgun and more ammo for both your guns discarded throughout the parts of the city you could access. You also had a gun holster now, which was helpful. Your guess is that they had come from the police and the military people attempting to subdue the outbreak.

Speaking of the police station, with nowhere else to go you figured you would test your luck there and see if Katherine and Ben were still alive. You weren't even sure if they were still here. Katherine's father would have been long gone and out of the city by now, and he surely would have taken his own daughter with him.

Ben, well, you weren't sure. Ben would probably still be in his cell, if you had to guess. Irons is an asshole. He wouldn't let him out. Even in an apocalypse.

You still had the flash drive tucked away in your front jean pocket. You wished you could shower and change your clothes, but you had already changed into your second outfit two days ago and have yet to come across a goddamn clothes store without a whole horde of zombies in it. You were not going to waste all your ammo for a new hoodie. 

You looked at your surroundings as you crept out of a secluded alleyway, checking for zombies or any other mutated beings. Like those blind ones with no skin, sharp claws, and tongues that stretched further than tongues should be able to.

That was not a fun encounter. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, those things had appeared to ruin your day. Your guess was that they mutated from the fires that seem to be everywhere in the city. Their skin had melted off, leaving a morbid appearance of muscles and bones. How they were held together, you weren't sure.

You did learn fairly quickly that they only respond to loud sounds. Seeing as they had no eyes, they fully relied on their hearing. So if you move slowly and quietly in their presence, you should hopefully be alright. Maybe. That's the theory at least.

Once you see the coast was clear, or as clear as it could be in a zombie infested city, you quickly begin to run out of the alley.  You had the cover of night to help you a bit. When you checked your watch a few minutes ago it was 8:01pm. 

The part of the city you were in wasn't as bad as other areas you had been in. That was changing quickly though. As more and more people started to turn and a fire had broken out in different buildings.

As you're running through the alley, a woman suddenly gets thrown out of the burning building to your left, landing right in front of you.

You let out a yelp of surprise. She gasped in pain, weakly crawling away from the door, debris crumbled and blocked whatever it was that was chasing her. She clearly wasn't infected. Just scared as hell.

"Holy shit! Are you alright?" You asked her as you carefully walked forward, holding out your hand to help her up.

She studied you for a moment, noticing your disheveled and blood stained appearance, along with the gun sticking out of your backpack and the one in your hip. You studied her. Her brunette hair was cut short and her light blue tank top and jeans did very little to protect her pale skin from the bitter chill in the air. She was clearly well toned and very pretty. 

She eventually decided she could trust you, and took the hand you offered to her.

"No." She huffed, grasping her abdomen in pain. You huffed a laugh at her blunt answer.

"I wouldn't think so after that tumble you just took. Come on, things in this area are getting worse. We have to go. Do you need help walking?" You asked her.

"No, I got it. And what do you mean worse?" She asked you. You look at her like she's grown three heads. Which at this rate you worry you might actually see.

"What do you mean "what do I mean"? Where have you been for the last five days?" I asked as we walked through the alley.

"Lockdown." She muttered. As we walked through the alley to the exit, there were people running around in fright in front of us. Police sirens were still going off. They had been going off for days now.

"What's the fuck?" Jill muttered in confusion at all the chaos.

"Jill! Over here!" A man shouted from the alley's exit. 

"Brad!" The woman at your side, Jill, sighed in relief.

"You okay?" He asked as we walked closer.

"What was that thing?" Jill questioned. You can assume she wasn't referring to zombies, probably something far worse. You stood at a distance and watched the interaction.

"Damned if I know." Brad shrugged. "But right now it's got a hard-on for the only two S.T.A.R.S left in town: you and me."

"Wait, you two are S.T.A.R.S?" You asked. This is perfect! Maybe they can help you get the information on Umbrella out. 

"We were, until we were shut down." Jill said.

"By, Irons." You nodded, already knowing.

"How did you know?" Brad asked, suspicious. Jill stared at you more closely.

"You look familiar. Did you know a man named Ben Bertolucci?" She asked.

"Yeah, I worked with him. How did you know?" 

"There was a photograph of you standing near him in the papers, you weren't mentioned though."

"Look, this is nice. But we have to move. I'm not sticking around. Just look around you. The longer we wait, the more screwed we are." Brad motioned to the chaos around you three.

"Yeah, it's been like this in spots all over the city. I guess it's just finally happening here." You tell them as you start to move.

You walked by a cop car that crashed into a coffee shop. The cinema in front of your path bursting into flames. Crashed cars and semi trucks blocked different paths, debris making them no longer usable. People were running and screaming for their lives, away from the chaos.

"How did this happen so fast?" Jill gasped.

"I dunno. But one fucked up thing always leads to another. It's like Arklay on steroids." Brad said.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. The police have been stretched thin all over the city trying to bring back some form of control. This was the last area to fall apart."

Just as you said this, two rescue helicopters flew over us. Brad tried screaming for their attention, running after them. We followed. Running around the corner, we come across a tall makeshift fence attempting to block a horde of infected people. Jill gasped in disbelief.

"We've gotta be dreaming. How could this many people be infected?" 

I nudge Jill, drawing her attention to the zombies beginning to climb and get past the weak fence blocking them from us.

"Brad! Here they come!" Jill shouted, the fence crumbled down and we looked for a safe way out.

"In here!" Brad gestured to the Jack Bar to the left of us.

Jill froze at the amount of zombies coming for you all. "There's so many…"

"Come on, Jill!" You grabbed her arm and dragged her into a run to the Jack Bar where Brad waited at the door.

Jill opened the door and you ran through. Brad threw a sign at the zombies, attempting to keep them away longer. It failed, and the zombies continued running in your direction. Brad and Jill ran through the door and attempted to shut it, but the zombies pushed against it, making them fight to get it shut. You join in attempting to shut the door.

"Door behind you, go!" Brad yelled. Jill ran to the back door and you took her place in helping to keep the door shut, being careful as to make sure your limbs aren't anywhere near the mouths snapping at the two of you.

The door on Brad's side gives out and he gets bit in the arm, dropping the knife he was using to defend himself. You continue to try and push all your weight on the door, desperate to get it shut.

"Brad!" Jill yelled when she saw Brad was bitten. She ran over, grabbed the knife on the floor, and stabbed the zombie biting Brad's arm in the head, causing it to fall back and allowing you to finally shut the door.

"On no." You said when you saw the bite on Brad's arm. That is not good. You, Jill, and Brad continue to fight to keep the door closed, the pressure of the zombies breaking the lock.

"Don't think about it. We're gonna make a run for it!" Jill told Brad.

"C'mon, Jill. We know how this ends." Brad said, grunting at the pain in his arms and from the effort of keeping the door shut.

"No. I don't." Jill said, stubbornly.

"Are we still a team?" He asked.

"Always."

"Then do me a favor, and don't fuck up like I did. Go!" He shoved her away from the door and gave you a nod to go. You nodded back and ran to pick Jill up off the ground.

Running to the door, you paused to wait for Jill, who had turned to give Brad one last glance, before she followed you out the back exit of the bar. You shut the door behind you both. Brad just gave up his life to save the two of you. Better not waste it.

"I'm sorry, Brad." Jill muttered as you both walked away from the door and out to the alley.

"I'm sorry about your friend, but we need to go." You told her, feeling sympathetic but knowing now wasn't the time to grieve. She nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, let's go." She paused when she saw the body of a police officer, gun clutched in his dead hand.

"Sorry." She whispered as she took the gun off of the body. The door behind you slammed open and you raised your handgun to aim at the zombie walking through. Jill beat you to killing it, managing to get it down with one shot.

"Damn, it always takes me three." You said.

"You've been doing this for five days?" She asked.

"There are other parts of the city that the outbreak spreaded through much faster. I had been trying to get out, but there were Umbrella soldiers standing on the outskirts, shooting anything in sight that was attempting to leave. Even the living." 

"What's about the helicopters?"

You snorted. "I've had bad luck with those. Either always missing them or they're always full to the max."

You two ran along the sidewalk, coming to a stop when a big neon sign fell in front of you. It would have crushed you if you didn't stop. You two ducked under and continued to run.

A bus and debris blocked your entrance to the road, so you two took a hard left and got to the gated door of another alley, avoiding any zombies trying to take a bite out of you.

You shut the door behind you and continued moving. A bright light suddenly appeared over the two of you, briefly blinding you.

"You two! Get to the parking garage roof!" A voice from the helicopter above you both said.

"Parking garage. Got it." Jill said as the light went away.

"Sounds like a plan." You agreed.

You both walked through another door to a building, noticing an old man standing out in the open.

"Sir, are you alright?" Jill asked.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" The man exclaimed, backing away and walking towards a storage container.

"Hey, come on. There's a helicopter waiting to take you to safety." Jill tried, attempting to calm the man.

"What "safety"? I'm not going out there!" The man exclaimed, climbing into the container.

"The parking garage isn't far, we can take you." You said. The man didn't care.

"The only safe place is in here." The man said, shutting the door to the container in your faces.

"Sir, what's your name? I can't just leave you behind." Jill said.

"It's Dario Rosso. And yeah right. You just want to steal my safehouse. Get your own, missy." 

"Missy?" Jill asked.

"Would you please calm down? She's a police officer. She's here to help." You said.

The man laughed harshly, "Oh yeah, cause they've been doing a real bang-up job. You wanna help? Go handcuff yourself to one of those freaks."

"Well fuck you too, old man." You muttered.

"Sir, this is your last chance. No one else is coming for you." Jill said. She really didn't want to leave him behind.

"I'm not going anywhere! I'd rather starve to death in here than be eaten by one of those undead monsters. Now leave me alone!"  He yelled.

"Come on, we wasted enough time here." You said. Jill nodded in agreement, and you two continued heading to the parking garage roof.

You made it back outside and was startled by a dog barking aggressively on the other side of a fence. Jill pulled you in the opposite direction, leading you to the garage. You had to crawl beneath a partially collapsed fence that had a zombie on top of it trying to get through. As you crawled past that one, another jumped against the fence, making you and Jill scream in fright. The fence still held, so you both continued crawling at a faster pace.

You made it through and Jill helped pull you to a stand. "This way, let's go." 

She led you through the parking garage entrance, a zombie in the entrance booth banging at the window in your presence. You ran past it and stopped in front of an elevator. Jill pressed the button to the elevator and waited for it to open. You both yelled in surprise when two zombies came running out of the elevator once the door opened. You quickly pulled out your gun and shot one, Jill taking care of the other. You pressed the elevator button once more and it slid open less. You shimmied through the gap and waited for Jill.

"Jill!" You yelled. She ran up and shimmed in after you. A zombie tried to get through the gap and Jill quickly kicked it away. You pressed the button and the elevator immediately closed.

"Come on." Jill gasped, urging the elevator to go faster. You both stood there, trying to catch your breath.

"So, nice weather we're having." You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

She huffed a weak laugh, "Kinda chilly, actually."

"Not a fan?"

"Not when I'm wearing a tank top." She gestured to her blue shirt.

"You want my hoodie? It only has about two and half days worth of blood and dirt stains on it." 

She laughed. "I'm good. Thanks."

The elevator fully opened to the roof of the parking garage. As you both walked out, the helicopter flew above you and flashed its light on you both.

"Hey, down here!" Jill beckoned. The helicopter flew to a free spot on the roof and waited.

"Hey, get in!" The pilot yelled.

You and Jill quickly ran your way through the maze of cars towards the helicopter. You got about halfway there when the helicopter's tail was hit by something and control was lost. It spun in the air before crashing just a little away from the two of you. You and Jill are thrown back by the impact and into an orange car behind you. 

You and Jill quickly stood up before Jill paused in fright. You looked at the direction she was looking at, a tall, strong and grotesque figure walking menacingly toward her.

"Huh, that's new." Your heart started beating faster in your chest. 

"Get in the car." Jill told you, motioning to the orange car you were both thrown into. She tossed the dead body in the driver's seat out of the car with a muttered apology. You rounded the car and got into the passenger seat.

She struggled to start the car as the tall figure continued to make its way slowly toward our direction, seemingly taunting her.

"Oh, come on. Start damn it!" Jill panicked.

Finally, she got it to start the third time she turned the key.

"It's my turn, bitch!" She yelled, slamming her foot on the gas and directing the car toward the tall figure. You braced for impact.

The car slammed into the monster, it barely reacted, the impact was similar to slamming into a tree. It punched through the windshield and grabbed Jill's neck. You screamed and quickly tried to get the giant hand off her throat. Jill continued to desperately push on the gas, trying to get it to budge.

The car finally knocked the monster off its feet, driving across the car park and crashing off the roof, taking you both with it. Your stomach jumped at the sensation of falling. Yours and Jill's screams filled the air as you once more braced for impact. 

The car crashed and flipped on the ground, causing you and Jill to fall to the roof of the car. Your seatbelts weren't on. You groaned in pain, your body aching everywhere from the rough ride.

On your left, Jill whimpers and chokes in pain. You quickly, or as quickly as your bruised body will allow, sit yourself upright to check on her.

"You alright?" You asked, looking her over to make sure nothing is broken.

"No." She said, her eyes on the tall figure that growled and slowly got up from the ground. As if it didn't just get hit by a car and off the roof.

"Oh, what the hell? Okay, get up." You struggled to get her sitting upright, dragging her out of the car as fast as you physically could. You both grunted in pain from the pressure on your injuries.

Just as you got out of the car, it exploded, causing you both to yelp as you, once again, got thrown through the air from the blast. You groaned as your bruised and scraped body landed on the rough ground.

You turned around and saw the monster was walking through the fire, still persuing Jill. Its face was melted and deformed. The monster just looked more terrifying now.

You got up with a groan, stumbling over to a frantic Jill, who was trying to crawl away on her back. You grabbed her arms and attempted to lift her up, nearly falling over yourself as your knees almost gave out.

"Hey! Fuckface!" A voice yelled, getting yours and the monster's attention as a rocket was launched at it. The monster caught the rocket with a tentacle it somehow formed, throwing it away to a police car, causing it to explode.

You looked over and saw a man in combat gear with a rocket launcher on the hood of a car. He shot the monster once more, this time succeeding in hitting it. The monster fell to its knees, not dead, but disoriented.

The man dropped the rocket launcher and ran over to you and Jill, who you were still struggling to help stand up.

"Hey, easy lady. I got you." He said as he went to help Jill up.

"Who are you? What are you d-" Jill started, gasping in pain.

"Name's Carlos and I'm saving you two." He said, succeeding in helping Jill up. "Come on, let's get you two someplace safe." He wrapped Jill's arm around his shoulder to help her walk. You join them with a slight limp.

"Are you able to walk?" He asked you. You nodded, waving your hand at him.

"Yeah, I'm good." You told him. You patted your pocket, the flash drive is still there. Good. You checked your backpack. Everything is still good and fully intact. Your backpack had managed to save you from a broken back quite a few times already.

You studied Jill's savior a bit closer. He was a well toned man, with curly dark hair that nearly covered his eyes and tanned skin. He was cute. If you were into men you'd be interested.

As you looked at Carlos you froze, noticing the Umbrella logo patched on his sleeve. Wonderful. Just what you needed. 

You could make a run for it. But you didn't want to leave Jill behind without knowing if she's safe. He can't be all that bad. He did just save Jill. But you didn't want to let your guard down. So you just continued to carefully follow behind them, watching the man and your surroundings.

-September 28, 1998-

Carlos led you two to the subway near Downtown Redstone street. You all stopped and gasped for air, trying to calm your beating hearts.

"I think we're in the clear." Carlos gasped.

"Hope so." Jill muttered, out of breath.

"We've been bringing survivors here." He said.

""Here" where?" She asked.

"My guys have converted some subway cars into a shelter. It's safe." Carlos said, going to help Jill walk again.

She brushed him off, "I'm fine."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Personal space. Okay, I get it. Let's go." He began to lead you through the subway station. Brief flashbacks of when you were last at a station went through your mind. You hope your friends are okay.

You walked closer to Jill, muttering under your breath. "Did you notice the patch on his sleeve?"

"I did. What I don't understand is why you're so weary of Umbrella. What do you know?" She whispered quietly, not wanting Carlos to hear the two of you.

"A lot. Too much. Enough to get me killed if they found this on my person." You pulled the flash drive out of your pocket to show her, then quickly put it back.

"What is it?" 

"Evidence. Something I have a feeling you need. And I'm willing to give it to you. Once I know you're safe and can get it into safer hands." 

"You would just hand it over? Just like that?" 

"Only to the right person. Ben had tried to do the right thing and tell the people, but that backfired on him. I honestly don't know who else I could trust to help with this. I figured a S.T.A.R.S member would be my best bet." You looked at Carlos walking in front of you, and held out your arm to stop Jill for a moment.

"I just need to know it will be safe in your hands, Jill. Ben and I went through too much for all this to be for nothing. I need to know that after this is all over, people will know who was the real cause behind his outbreak. You must understand, it all goes far deeper than you realize. "

"I will. This evidence is exactly what I needed to start proving that Umbrella was no good." She started.

"You two coming?" Carlos questioned, realizing we fell behind.

"Yeah, one second." Jill said, before turning back to you. "Hold on to it for now. Once I know I can keep it safe, I will like to have it."

"And I will gladly give it to you." You laughed in relief, before you both finally continued to follow Carlos.

"Hey, what do you know about that monster?" Jill asked him.

"Nothing. I've never seen anything like it. But it's no zombie. It knows what it wants and won't stop till it gets it. Don't you like that in a man?" Carlos jokes, still leading us through the station.

"No thanks. He's all yours." Jill said dryly. You snorted, choking on a laugh in your throat. 

Carlos chuckled. "Listen, I promise you're in good hands. I'm with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S for short."

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding? You guys are the one who caused all this!" Jill shouted, not believing that anyone in Umbrella was here to help.

"Whoa. Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?" Carlos asked. "You don't have to trust me, but I'm going to the shelter. You two coming?" He kicked a door open. "C'mon, it's this way."

You and Jill shared a look, before following Carlos.

"I don't think everyone in Umbrella knows what really goes on in Umbrella. He might not know, Jill." You whispered.

"I still don't trust them." Jill mumbled.

"You don't have to." You said. You both make your way into the train that was being used as shelter for survivors. Beside Carlos sat an injured older man, also in combat gear, who you assumed was more higher up than Carlos.

"Hey, Captain. This fine young lady could use our help." Carlos said, gesturing to Jill. 

"Carlos, you didn't even think to ask fine young lady her name?" The man asked, an accent in his voice that you can't quite place. Russian?

"She is an elite operative of R.P.D Special Tactics And Rescue Service. Her name is…something…Valentine." He continued.

"It's Jill." She said as she took a seat. You stood from the side, watching the scene unfold.

"Nice to meet you, Jill. I am U.B.C.S Platoon Leader Mikhail Victor. My team was sent here to rescue civilians." He grunted in pain at the end of his sentence, the wounds on his abdomen severe from what you could see. A bite, perhaps? You weren't sure.

"Right. How's that going for you?" Jill asked, a distrusting tone in her voice.

"The city is completely cut off. Isolated. Most of the hundred thousand civilians will wind up dead. Ah, correction: undead." Mikhail Victor said. Jill looked irritated and saddened at those odds.

"My Platoon has suffered serious losses. Just keeping them alive is more than I can manage." He admitted.

"Well you can thank your corporate overlords for that." Jill snarked.

"Yes, well… we are doing all we can. If we can get the subway train moving…we can evacuate some survivors." Ah, he's gonna ask her for help.

"But we need help. My men cannot do this alone." He finished.

Jill looked to the side, debating. She made eye contact with you, looking for some advice. You huffed and shrugged. You can help, but it's up to her on whether she wants to do this or not.

She sighed then smirked. "Alright, I'm in." She stood from her seat. "But I'm on their side. Not yours." She pointed to the civilians in the cart next to us.

"Oh hey, hey. That's cool. We all want the same thing." Carlos said.

"Thank you, Jill." Mikhail Victor said.

"Alright, supercop. Here you go. We can use this to stay in contact." Carlos said, handing Jill a walkie talkie.

"I know what a radio is." Jill snarked. Carlos huffed a laugh, before shrugging.

"You coming with?" Jill asked you.

You figured you at least owe any surviving civilians that. Seeing as you had failed to shut Umbrella down sooner and failed to prevent all this from happening. Ben can wait a little longer.

"Yeah, I can tag along."

"Okay, first thing's first. We need to get you two geared up. Head up to street level. You'll find supplies there." Carlos said.

You both nodded and made your way out of the train. "By the way, what's your name? I never got the chance to ask." Jill questioned.

"Oh, Y/n. Y/n L/n."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. Thanks for saving my ass."

"Yeah, well, I have nothing better to do at the moment." You laughed.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I saw that you were theorizing before about Sherlock so I really want two things let out of my chest since I saw the series and I am curious what you think.

First of all, I have always had this theory that Moffat and Gatiss wanted Johnlock as their end-goal. I studied Film and screenwriting which taught me a lot and there is NO WAY they made all those things suggesting that their relationship is keep building from colleague to friends to something else in the first two season just by share accident. There are so many ways they could have done it and I don't believe it that they wanted queer baiting just for the sake of it THIS much without a resolution. I especially not believe it since Gatiss is gay and he should know more. Not to mention that the interviews around the first two seasons were quite telling sometimes that they were not opposed to the idea. Then something happened. My theory is that either the BBC or whoever was charged of Doyle estate and Sherlcok Holmes right (which became free from this year), or maybe even both of them could see where this is going and let Mofftiss know that they can't do that. They are bringing the money and they can call the shots even though they are the creators so they needed to compromise. And you can see they clearly made a turn from Season 3. And I think you can tell about the interviews as well from that period. I believe that's (one of the) reason Martin had enough by the end probably and they just did the job they had to do. That's what I felt. Like they were acting but it didn't really have the....spice if you know what I mean. What do you think? I have always had this theory but since studying film and how film production work and the writing progress I am convinced that they thought it through and they had a clear intension, a long game but they need to stop. 2. This second one is not a theory but it always really bugged me. In the last episode, the Final problem when Sherlock had to call Molly to make her say I love you (let's not talk about the part how rubbish it was), why Molly looked so...pardon my language...shit? She looked so done, like she was crying for hours before and it was just super weird. What was the intention behind it? It was never really explained. Or did they want to suggest that she had a shitty day and she has no patience today for Sherlock or what? She was so completely different than normally. (And I try not to rage about the fact how they underminded her character but that's another story). What do you think about that one? Honestly it really bothered me when I saw that.

Sorry for the long post. This is something I have in me for years and I didn't really have anyone to share with. If anyone else wants to comment on it, go ahead. (And english is not my first language so sorry if there are grammar issues)

Hey Lovely!

Sorry for the delay in a reply, I always need to switch my brain into Meta Mode™ to answer these types of questions, and since I don't do that much anymore, I have to go back and see what I used to theorize, LOL. So, let's go:

ONE:

Your theory aligns mostly with my own: either the (at the time) Doyle estate got involved since they saw where the plot lines were leading to post-S3, OR – and this is the one I lean more heavier towards – BBC interference. I believe there was a turnover of higher-ups at BBC at the time, if I recall correctly, and perhaps their vision for the show differed from what the story was being told. I agree with you – there is NO WAY that they DIDN'T see what they were doing...

Which then leads me to the third (and, I fear, the actual answer) option – queerbaiting to bring in the numbers. Moffat has done projects in the past where he never follows through with the queer romance or they die / happens offscreen, and Gatiss has openly admitted to using homoeroticism to bring in an audience after the downfall of S4. So It's also likely that they got too full of themselves, and without a third writer to reign them in and make a cohesive narrative (at the VERY least make S4 make sense to the other previous episodes with or without Johnlock endgame), they wrote something no one liked at ALL (even though they LEGIT thought TFP was great enough to nominate for an Emmy, if I recall correctly, and backed down on that claim after it was critically panned), including the critics AND general audience, basically told everyone they were stupid, and picked up their ball and went home. And they refuse to say if Sherlock is done at this point because the Brand™ gets them money still.

None of the actors seemed very happy after S4, even though they worked SO hard to make the best with what they had been given. Martin was DONE in interviews, Ben is SO bad at faking it, but he tried, bless his heart, and I think at this point, with both Martin and Ben busy with their own careers and side projects, I don't think we're getting anything within the next 5 years. But I've been surprised before.

TWO:

Ah, yes, the Molly Thing in TFP™, one of the things that just... ruined her entire character, devolving her back to ASiP Molly. The running theory – or at least my theory – is that she is a placeholder character for John in John's coma nightmare. She is John's inner feelings, the ones John himself feels like he can't express to Sherlock because he fears the rejection from Sherlock. I PERSONALLY think that's how we're supposed to read that scene, because otherwise any other context is weird and demeaning to her character arc.

But then again, the entirety of S4 is one big FU the series without an S5 to clean it up.

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I hope I helped a bit with this response! Sorry if I missed anything, I'm exhausted and need some sleep LOL.

Feel free, friends, to add your own thoughts.