#'but the lighting!1!1' shut up you're bad at lighting a scene if you can't keep a characters base skin tone consistent

[x-letsbreaksomerules-x]

the DA comics have some great action and fight scenes but they cant keep Fenris(or other characters) consistent for shit. His eyes AND his skin tone change color multiple times. sometimes on the same page! how do you fuck up like this.

[sapphim]

All variations of that scene where Hawke's companions try to rescue them from the dungeon in Mark of the Assassin (someone please help them they're trying so hard). There is, of course, a danaduchy video compilation, but! I wanted something searchable so here it is.

also, while I'm here: look at my mod boy

Anders + Aveline

Anders: How many blighted rooms does this place have? Aveline: We've passed that sconce three times already. Anders: This is ridiculous! How could you get us lost inside the castle? Aveline: Right, it's my fault. Shall I go ask one of the guards for directions?

Anders + Bethany (Act 1)

Anders: Don't panic, but I think we've been through here before. Bethany: How can you tell? Every part of this dungeon looks exactly the same! Anders: You too? I thought it was just me. Bethany: Some rescue this is! My brother is probably being tortured right now, and we're lost in the middle of the hallway! Bethany: Some rescuers we are! The duke could be torturing my sister right now, and we're lost in the blighted hallway!

Anders + Bethany (Act 2-3)

Anders: Don't panic, but I think we've been through here before. Bethany: You're the one tearing your hair out. Anders: Typical Warden disregard. Do you even care anymore? Bethany: Yes, you should talk about what caring looks like. Keep moving. Anders: Does the Kirkwall Circle teach you to be smug? In addition to obedient, I mean. Bethany: When appropriate. Come on, let's just find them.

Anders + Carver

Anders: I told you we shouldn't have turned left back there! Carver: Excuse me if I don't share my dear brother's sense of direction! Carver: Maker forgive me for not having my sister's sense of direction! Anders: Oh, for Andraste's sake! Leave Hawke out of this! Carver: Perhaps we'll find our way by considering the plight of mages in modern—shut your bloody face!

Anders + Fenris

Anders: That's it. I'm taking the lead. Fenris: You think I'm going trust you to find Hawke? Anders: Could you stop with the, "All mages are evil," diatribe for one minute? Fenris: They may not all be evil, but one of them in particular is extremely annoying.

Anders + Isabela

Anders: All right, we should have tried your suggestion. Isabela: Which? Challenging the guards to a game of riddles and making, "Where is Hawke?" one of the questions? Anders: I meant the, "Follow one wall, and you'll navigate the maze," idea. Isabela: Well, we can try it next time. Either that, or, "Let's get a sledgehammer and break down the walls." I thought that had merit.

Anders + Merrill

Anders: What is wrong with Orlesians? Why build a prison with this many identical cells? Merrill: Maybe we should ask for directions. Anders: Of course, we'll say, "We're staging a daring prison break. Could you tell us where our friend is and then tie yourself up? Thanks!" Merrill: It's not possible to tie yourself up, is it? You'd never get the knots right.

Anders + Sebastian

Sebastian: Andraste, Lady of Sorrows, lead us from the darkness into the Maker's Light… Anders: Would you stop that? Andraste is not going to find Hawke for us! Sebastian: Have some faith, Anders. Anders: I have complete faith in your ability to make a bad situation worse!

Anders + Varric

Varric: Blondie, I hate to say this, but I'm pretty sure we've been here before. Anders: Blast it! But we went left this time! We shouldn't have come full-circle again! Varric: I wish I hadn't given that ball of twine to Daisy. Anders: You can't tell anyone about this! I mean it, Varric! Not a word!

Aveline + Bethany (Act 1)

Aveline: This can't be right. Bethany: We could sneak back to the kitchens and ask the servants where they are! If… we knew how to get there. Aveline: I'm not getting turned around again. Straight ahead. Bethany: Right. Because that's been working so well thus far.

Aveline + Bethany (Acts 2-3)

Aveline: This can't be right. Bethany: We could double back, I suppose. I expect we've got time. Aveline: Knowing your [sister/brother]? Probably. Bethany: Still, better make it look good. Wouldn't want her to feel neglected. Bethany: Still, we'd better hurry. Poor Brother might think we don't miss him.

Aveline + Carver (Act 1)

Carver: You never listen to me! Aveline: Say something worthwhile and I'll start! Carver: Right, shut up and follow orders. Left, right, that's what makes a good guardling. Aveline: Ugh. You're still such a tit.

Aveline + Carver (Acts 2-3)

Carver: The place is a maze. Another pass and then double back? Aveline: Sounds good. we'll do that. Carver: Really? Aveline: There a reason I should doubt you, [Warden/templar]?

Aveline + Fenris

Aveline: Did we turn left last time, or right? Fenris: What does it matter? Lost is lost. Aveline: I'm trying to change that, you sour…. Aveline: How does Hawke put up with this?

Aveline + Isabela

Isabela: If you'd let me handle that last guard, we'd have found Hawke by now! Aveline: Right. You'd be bent over a desk, and we'd be no closer than we are now. Isabela: Well, I'd be closer to something. Aveline: Shut up, whore.

Aveline + Merrill

Merrill: Aveline? Remember how you told me to tell you if I noticed anything peculiar? Merrill: Well, we've passed the same cracked floor tile nine times now. Aveline: We've been walking in circles and you only tell me now? Merrill: I wasn't sure. Maybe there are a lot of tiles broken in exactly the same way!

Aveline + Sebastian

Aveline: Ugh! We're back where we started! Sebastian: Blessed Andraste, guide us. Protect our friends in this dark hour. Aveline: While you're at it, ask the sky for reinforcements. And pie. Sebastian: You know, that kind of prayer has never worked for me.

Aveline + Varric

Aveline: We've been going in circles for over an hour. Varric: I'm so used to Hawke leading the way, I think my sense of direction has withered. Varric: So… wait here for [him/her] to rescue us? Aveline: When you tell this part? Leave it out.

Bethany + Fenris (Act 1)

Bethany: What am I going to tell Mother? "Sorry, I got lost and left your heir in an Orlesian's dungeon?" Bethany: She will never forgive me. My [brother/sister] will never forgive me! Carver and Father will come back from the grave just to haunt me! Fenris: What she'll say should be the least of your worries. We may die in here, and she'll never get the news. Bethany: You are not helping.

Bethany + Fenris (Acts 2-3)

Bethany: Bloody runaround twisted shite of a maze. Fenris: You've learned a few new words. Bethany: Wardens get called a few. Fenris: Undeservedly, I'm sure. Bethany: Not every book in the Circle is high literature. Fenris: Obviously.

Bethany + Isabela (Act 1)

Bethany: What are we going to do? Isabela: All right, just stay calm! What do we usually do when we're lost? Bethany: We ask my brother. Bethany: We'd ask my sister where to go. Isabela: Oh. Right. Well, we're screwed.

Bethany + Isabela (Acts 2-3)

Bethany: So, know where we're going? Isabela: Not a damned clue. Bethany: (Laughs.) Me neither! Isabela: Right. We pass the kitchen, I'm grabbing a bottle.

Bethany + Merrill (Act 1)

Bethany: Are we out of twine? Merrill: Yes. I was going to drop breadcrumbs, but we don't have any bread. Bethany: I can't believe we're this lost! Merrill: Don't worry! If we keep going, eventually we'll get somewhere! Probably an airing cupboard. I seem to wind up in those a lot.

Bethany + Merrill (Acts 2-3)

Bethany: Lost your spool of twine? Merrill: Yes. I was going to drop breadcrumbs, but we don't have any bread. Bethany: We'll find them, if they're still here to be found. Merrill: Don't worry! If we keep going, eventually we'll get somewhere! Probably an airing cupboard. I seem to wind up in those a lot.

Bethany + Sebastian

Bethany: No, the layout is wrong. We're back where we started. Bethany: [Warden] I swear, what I wouldn't give for a straightforward Deep Road and— Bethany: [Circle] It's backwards from every book on Orlais I've seen. It's just not— Sebastian: [the stupid little smirk and the head tilt and then running off full tilt without saying a word why did he do so much lmaoo] Bethany: [Sebmance active] Sister, you lucky bitch. Bethany: [else] Oh, Maker.

Bethany + Varric (Act 1)

Bethany: Aren't dwarves supposed to have some sort of "stone sense?" Varric: What good is that? Most of the chateau is stone. Knowing where the floor's at isn't going to help us. Bethany: Can't you… I don't know… always find your way around in… caves or something? Varric: Sunshine, all the caves we go to look exactly the same to me.

Bethany + Varric (Acts 2-3)

Bethany: Keep up, Varric. I'm sure we're almost there. Varric: You've certainly quickened your stride in the last few years. Bethany: [Warden] I found out there's a lot more to run from. Varric: And towards, I hope. Speaking of which, to the rescue! Bethany: [Circle] Too much to learn, or, you know, rescue. Varric: There's my Sunshine. Let's go!

Carver + Fenris (Act 1)

Carver: Shitting… piss-eared Orlesians and their… blighted dungeons! Fenris: "Piss-eared?" Did you get that from Meeran? Carver: We're lost and all you can do is criticize me? Fenris: It passes the time.

Carver + Fenris (Acts 2-3)

Carver: Orlesians. Can't build a hallway without turning it into a maze. Fenris: Keep going. I'm sure your training will kick in any moment. Carver: Still don't like me? I've tried to change. Fenris: You have. Now you're dangerous. Let's move.

Carver + Isabela (Act 1)

Carver: You just leave this to me. I can handle everything. Isabela: How could I possibly interfere? Carver, the magnificent hero to the rescue! Carver: Do you have to do that? Really? Isabela: No, this is strictly optional.

Carver + Isabela (Acts 2-3)

Carver: You just leave this to me. I can handle everything. Isabela: I'm starting to think you could. Carver: What was that? A compliment? I'm a little frightened. Isabela: I know! Let's get these people rescued before it happens again.

Carver + Merrill (Act 1)

Carver: I don't understand it! This should be the right way. Merrill: If we have to be lost somewhere, at least it's a nice hallway! Very well built, not at all likely to collapse. Carver: Don't worry. It's got to be… left. Is it left? I mean, of course it's left. Merrill: Also, I'm pretty sure spiders won't attack us! Not even the little ones.

Carver + Merrill (Acts 2-3, no Merrillmance)

Carver: Okay, we're lost together. Both of us, not that we're "together" together. Merrill: If we have to be lost somewhere, at least it's a nice hallway! Very well built, not at all likely to collapse. Carver: Right, well, back to rescuing… wait. You're doing that on purpose! Merrill: (Giggles.)

Carver + Merrill (Acts 2-3, Merrillmance active)

Carver: A shame we didn't have time like this back in Kirkwall. Back then. Merrill: If we have to be lost somewhere, at least it's a nice hallway! Very well built, not at all likely to collapse. Carver: Right, well, let's get to it. My [sister/brother] will be missing you. Merrill: I'm glad you think so.

Carver + Sebastian

Carver: And we are back to front yet again. Sebastian: Blessed Andraste, guide us. Protect our friends in this dark hour. Carver: Right. Prayer. Useful, useful. Or we could do something. Sebastian: Guide us by the wisdom of your light… in silence.

Carver + Varric (Act 1)

Carver: Go ahead. I know you're thinking it, dwarf. Varric: What? What did I do now? Carver: "Your brother wouldn't have gotten lost. He'd have rescued everyone by now." Carver: "Your sister wouldn't have gotten lost! She'd have us all back at the tavern by now!" Varric: Actually, I was thinking, "All these hallways look alike." But sure, knock yourself out, Junior.

Carver + Varric (Acts 2-3)

Carver: So, we're lost. Varric: Just like old times. Carver: Maker, I hope not. I was an ass. Varric: (Laughs.) Fair comment, Junior. All right, let's get this done.

Fenris + Isabela

Fenris: So… we're lost? Isabela: Definitely. Fenris: Now what do we do? Isabela: I could try to guess the color of your underclothes again.

Fenris + Merrill

Fenris: I don't want to hear another word out of you. Merrill: But I was just— Fenris: Not. One. Word. Merrill: Is it all right if I hum? Or maybe whistle?

Fenris + Sebastian

Fenris: Maybe you should start praying that we'll find them. Sebastian: I have been for the last half an hour. I could do so out loud, if you'd prefer. Sebastian: Blessed Andraste, Bride of the Maker, deliver us from this warren of evil. Fenris: In that case, maybe you should stop.

Fenris + Varric

Fenris: And… here we are again. For the fourth time. Varric: Fifth, I think. Fenris: What do we do now? Varric: Play Diamondback and wait for Hawke to find us?

Isabela + Merrill

Merrill: Isabela? Um… I think we've been here before. We've passed that same cracked tile six times now. Isabela: Andraste's granny-panties! I knew things were going too smoothly! Merrill: Does Andraste really wear granny-panties? How do you know all these things? Isabela: (Sighs.) Come on, Kitten. Let's see if we can find the entrance and start again.

Isabela + Sebastian

Isabela: Eenie, meenie, miney, moe… Sebastian: I'm not sure that's the best way to find them. Isabela: We already tried "pray for Andraste to guide us" and "wander like drunken vagrants." We're running out of options. Isabela: Unless you want to find a chicken for an augury, we're going with counting games.

Isabela + Varric

Isabela: I give up! We've been through every inch of this place twice, and there's no sign of them! Varric: Or we've been through the same twenty feet of this place about a dozen times. It's hard to tell, Rivaini. Isabela: We should have gone treasure-hunting in Wildervale instead. Varric: You're still upset that you couldn't swipe a drink from the party, aren't you?

Merrill + Sebastian

Merrill: I… think we've been through here before. Sebastian: Now that you mention it, we have seen that chipped cornice a few times, haven't we? Merrill: All right, don't panic! Every other time I've gotten very lost, Hawke has found me. Sebastian: Merrill? I don't think he can rescue us until we rescue him first. Sebastian: Uh, Merrill? I don't think she can rescue us before we rescue her.

Merrill + Varric

Varric: Daisy? You don't happen to have that ball of twine, do you? Merrill: I knew I forgot something when we left Kirkwall! Varric: Don't beat yourself up over it. We'll just… wait here until I think of something. Merrill: I'm sure that won't take very long. You're always thinking of things!

Sebastian + Varric

Sebastian: When you tell people about this part of our adventure, what are you going to say? Varric: That depends entirely on the audience, Choir Boy. Sebastian: You change the story to suit the listener? Varric: Of course. All the bullshit in the world won't convince Hawke we rescued him if he finds us first. Varric: No bullshit—however well-told—will persuade Hawke that we rescued her if she finds us first. That's common sense.

[justyouraverageficwriter]

I Know What You Did

Mina x M Reader

Genre: Shorts, One Shot(?), Smut

WC: 1887

You're getting your ass kicked by some demi-god/Valkyrie boss in a game you recently bought. Her waterfowl dance always fucks you up. It's getting a bit annoying; your pride is really hurting. Your girlfriend beat the hell out of this boss in just a couple of tries, why can't you? It's already 1 AM, you've been playing ever since you got home from work and you're still on the same boss. It's not because you're a bad boyfriend, that you don't allocate time for her. It's because your girlfriend is Mina Sharon Myoui, and she is still filming for the group's new song.

After another You Died screen, you ultimately decided to resign for the night. You reach out for your phone to send Mina a text message, to let her know you'll be sleeping. Before you could type something, you received a text from her that she is coming down. Yes, you live a couple of floors below the units where Twice members live. The message took you by surprise, she never marched into your unit without asking if you are okay with it first. Also because she didn't even let you know that she got home already. A minute later, your door swings open and there she is. She is really beautiful even if you can see that she's tired after a long day.

You automatically lock yourselves to a hug. She smells heavenly even after her schedule. Mina looks up at you, as if she is studying your face. You return the gesture, giving her a smile. Its public knowledge that she is ethereal, elegance personified. The streaks of highlights on her hair really suits her.

Then a kiss. You knew it was gonna happen eventually. Her lips are soft and sweet, a fitting description of her as well; the other side of her to be specific. The kiss transforms into a sensual one, it's still sweet but it also is wet as your tongues slip inside each other's mouths.

"You are not that tired, huh?"

"Just shut your mouth and make love to me." She cuts you off with a kiss at the first movement of your mouth in a failed attempt to reply to her.

Mina unzips the oversized jacket she is wearing over the outfit she was shooting with today. It is more conservative compared to the black ones but it's Mina and her exposed midriff, it's more than enough for you to lose your mind. Besides she has been sending you pictures earlier while at work in this very outfit, some images are a little slutier than usual. For your own eyes only.

"I have been wanting your cock already even during the shoot." It seems all that slutiness was all part of the plan.

She takes off your shorts and underwater in one single stroke. Your already hard dick whips up, standing proudly. She wants it right then and now, skip all that foreplay. Mina is quick to get a hold of it and pumps it with her soft hands. Her handjob is perfect, the pace was spot on and her thumb is fiddling with your tip slathering your precum all around. Sharon really came out to play tonight and is filled with lust.

Of course something inside you snapped, it's impossible to keep being gentle amidst all the pleasure. Your hands land on her fat ass, cupping them through her safety shorts. It is super jiggly and soft and you're giving it a slap every now and then. The contact of the slaps makes her whimper, adding to the ever growing sexual tension. The kiss deepens in lust, the tongues dance, the occasional lip bites. You take off her green sleeves to expose more of her. Obviously, you want more.

Her light blue top is sinful on its own, it hugs her body so well. Mina is absolutely sexy, too hot for her own good. The curve of her waist, her perky tits pushed up by her top, her insane abs. It's a view everywhere you look. You slip out of the kiss to enjoy the scene for a moment before busying yourself by licking and kissing her exposed chest.

"Fuck me now babe, I want you so bad." She's too horny to complete her sentence the way she started it.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck me, I need your cock deep inside me. Please?" She can be really persuasive.

Of course you will, who will deny her? Besides, you have your pent up frustration to the game you're playing and this is the perfect way to let it all out. You hook your fingers to the hem of her safety shorts and easily take them off, it looks like the belt is really just for aesthetics. You lift her and place her on the nearest table. Finding the perfect spot between her creamy thighs, you align yourself to her already dripping wet entrance.

Then two become one. She gasps at the first entry. Mina has been craving obviously and you finally inside her is the best vindication, the perfect solution. You could not stop yourself from fucking roughly, you're overwhelmed with lust. However, judging by her moans she would not have it any other way.

"You're so big baby. It feels so good, please don't stop."

"Your pussy is so tight Mina." Indeed it is, you still can't get used to it.

"Fuck me like that, please, ahhhhh!" Her voice is full of pleasure, needy at the same time.

You continue to move your hips, sliding your dick in and out in a steady rhythm obliging her needs. The slick sounds of sex and slapping flesh heightens all senses. Throw in the dirty talk and profanities you both utter in the mix, it's an absolute carnal scene. Her skirt is obstructing the view of your lovemaking but somehow it adds to the thrill.

Mina's arms on the back supporting her position to keep herself upright ultimately give in to the pleasure as she completely lays down the table. You adjust yourself to fuck her comfortably, not wanting to slow down your pace. She is a mess under you, a beautiful mess though. Arms reaching out to the edge of the table on top of her head while moaning ragged and breathless. She is getting close to her climax; it is evident in her tightening walls.

"I'm going to cum baby. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

Those were her last words before her orgasm drowns her. Her legs wrapped around you to keep you inside as she rides her high. Mina is glistening, skin flushed pink with sweat, eyes half lidded. It is obvious that she enjoyed the sex you have given her, full of satisfaction getting what she wants and how she wanted it. Slow to get up, you help her to sit back straight. You kiss her, she is just so irresistible.

"Let's get you finished up." She climbs down the table and turns around, offering her behind.

"I know you want it this way." All smiles, seductive and provoking.

"Slut!" The word slips out your mouth.

"As if you don't want it."

"Fuck you Sharon!" She is right though. You always want to fuck her from behind if there is a chance.

"That's right, fuck me!"

You raise her skirt and is absolutely amazed by how full her peach is, even if you've seen it many times. Her body is a complete wonderland. Diving inside her pussy from behind is a different kind of pleasure. The view of her bouncing ass makes the fuck much more lustful, primal and instinct driven. You watch as your dick disappears from view, hidden by her jiggling behind and inside her hot tight insides.

"Yeesss! Oh my God, you fuck so good baby." Mina lets out a loud moan.

"You're such a slut Sharon." Whispering in her ear.

"Yes baby! Sharon's a big slut for you."

"I know! I bet you're all wet thinking of me while shooting your music video." You tease her while continuing to fuck her pussy.

"Yup I'm so horny, I touched myself in the dressing room just to get by."

You mentally shake your head in disbelief, you know you have this effect in Mina but it's news to you that she's capable of masturbating at work.

"Damn what will the staff say if they know about your adventures." You hold her hips against your thrusts to reach deeper inside. Mina is panting and moaning your name in response validating your actions. Her back arches as she reaches for your lips. Eyes fixed on you, struggling to keep it open in the middle of all the fucking.

"It's your fault baby, making me crave for your dick always."

It was all you need to hear. You're now fighting for dear life to last a little longer.

"I'm cumming Sharon."

"Cum inside me baby, empty yourself inside me."

The pace is now increasing but uneven, as much as you want to chase your orgasm you want to last as long as possible, her pussy is a goddamn paradise.

"Give it to me, please!"

Her words ultimately lead to your end as you explode inside her, shooting ropes of cum, emptying yourself and letting it all go.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking good." You whispered again in her ears. Panting and still catching both of your breaths, you turn her around and corral her on your arms.

"It's because you fuck so good." She smiles as she obviously had her fill of what she came for.

"It looks like we ruined your outfit." You noticed her outfit has become disheveled after your rough fuck.

"These are expensive; it's going to cost you."

"You're the one who barged her uninvited though."

She smiles at the fact.

"I'll let it slide this time. And, don't make it look like you are against the idea." Sticking out her tongue to tease.

"You're mine." You know it is more than just a statement. It's a claim of ownership. "I know what you and Sana did."

You obviously want to explain but she kissed you to shut you up. She has been doing that tonight.

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I know Sana can be really irresistible."

You're guilty as charged. There's no use in denying it.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I would not be here begging for your dick if I am. I'm here to show you that I can be a slut too."

"I'm sorry Mina, I promise I will not be seduced again."

"I don't care if you fuck her again, as long as it just stays as that. I'm just afraid if you develop feelings for her."

"My heart belongs to you, yours alone."

There is silence after your words. Both of you stayed there in each other's arms. She notices the screen of the game you're playing still on. A welcome distraction.

"I'll help you beat that boss later, come with me for a shower first. Show me how you and Sana spend a shower together."

You realize she knows everything that you and Sana did. You are absolutely shocked and amazed at the same time.

"Did Sana tell you every detail?"

"Nope! That's why I wish you could show me."

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A/N: Should I continue the story? :D Thanks for reading as always.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello,

I was wondering if you know any fics with A and/or C as detectives? Preferably in a historic setting but I’d be fine with any time period if that’s what’s available.

Thank you for all your hard work!

Hi. You might be interested in the kind of fics on our #spies and #murder mystery tags. Here are some detective fics...

You'll (have to) do. by Beautyandlove (T)

In light of the murder of six UK nationals at a resort in Calais, France, D.I Fell and D.I Crowley are sent there to catch the seemingly invisible killer.

The only pickle, really, is that they have to pretend to be married.

Which is fine. It’s not like Aziraphale sometimes wants to smother Crowley with a pillow or kiss him senseless, or anything.

Tadfield Heat by Shampain (M)

The scene is Tadfield, at the beginning of another perfect autumn. The cast? Two surly detectives, one MI-5 analyst, and a trigger happy CIA agent. The problem? Sergeant A. Michael won't shut up about the graffiti the village just can't seem to get rid of.

If you're looking for intelligent people doing intelligent things, maybe don't click here. For the Good Omens Big Bang!

yours in black lace by okapi (E)

Hardboiled, hell-fried private investigator Anthony J. Crowley is just trying to survive a hot, boring August, but a new case and a series of anonymous naughty letters signed only 'yours in black lace' are about to make things interesting.

Chapters 1-3 are case fic. Chapter 4 is smut.

For the 2020 DW Unconventional Courtship challenge based on a summary of the Mills & Boon novel Yours in Black Lace by Mia Zachary.

the many-venomed earth by curtaincall (T)

It’s the trial of the century: bestselling mystery author Anthony Crowley stands accused of poisoning his former lover. He’s got means (arsenic), motive (the breakup), and opportunity (a meeting the night of the murder); his guilt seems certain.

Certain, that is, to everyone except Lord Aziraphale Eastgate, rare book collector and amateur detective. Aziraphale’s not sure why he’s so convinced of Crowley’s innocence, but he’s determined to save him from the gallows--by finding the real murderer before it’s too late.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E)

The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

It's A Hard Life by Krisdaughter_of_Athena (M)

“Crawly” was the best delivery man in the whole city of London, and everyone knew it. Whether it be books and flowers, or narcotics and guns, Crawly was the one for the job. Easy enough for Crawly to slip in and out of tight spaces, and easy enough to keep his real name off the police radar.

Detective Constable Aziraphale Pritchard is used to being told he is not very good at his job. He is as surprised as everyone else when he is the officer to catch Crawly, the Devil’s infamous delivery driver, in the act. He is the only officer to figure out Crawly’s real name. But no one else knows that, otherwise they’d also know that the DC tends to get drunk with this particular member of the notorious Demons every other Thursday, and would also know of the fragile Arrangement between the two. Aziraphale knew it couldn’t last.

However, what are the two to do when Crowley is given an extra special delivery, one which places the two unlikely allies alongside each other for the long haul? How will they keep the delicate balance of their arrangement from their respective sides? And how will they keep one boy from bringing destruction to the entirety of London?

- Mod D

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 29 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

At the end of a long, somewhat traumatic day, John drives me over to the hotel where the department has set me up to stay.

It's not much to look at, an older style place with two stories and rooms accessed from the outside of the building.

Rolling to a stop in the parking lot, John leans forward, peers through the windshield and swears.

"Fuck. I can't leave you here."

"What? Why not?"

I frown and give the hotel another once over.

It's seen better days but it's not that bad.

"It's not secure. One flimsy door between you and the world? I don't like those odds."

"Well, lucky you don't have to. I'll take 'em," I grumble.

John did all the real work today, managing a team of police and forensics specialists as they documented, investigated and eventually cleared the scene of Lucille's demise but I'm dead tired anyway.

All I want is to fall into a bed, shut my eyes and hope I don't dream about bodies under the floor or dead old ladies in bathtubs.

'Thanks for the memories, Universe. Now how 'bout you send me something good for a change?'

"Carlos, come home with me. At least my place is secure."

I lift my brows at him.

"Is it? What happened to the angsty vampire spiel?" I do my best to imitate his growly Batman voice. "You're like a drug to me, Carlos. There is no us."

He scowls at me.

"David did something to help me control my... urges. At least in the short term. And I'll keep my distance. Besides, with this new debacle and all the paperwork it comes with, I doubt I'll be home much anyway."

"What about David?" I ask. "Would I have to share a bathroom with him?"

John shakes his head.

"He went home. He's a busy man and he trusts me to handle things, at least in the short term. No one's going to force you to do anything against your will. Especially not me."

I waver. John's house is spacious and clean, the hotel looks cramped and questionable.

John's house is removed from town and secure, the hotel is too close to the river park for my liking,and John has a point about those flimsy doors.

"The dogs miss you," he says and I swear under my breath.

It's a low blow, hitting me with the dogs when he can tell I'm wavering.

Fine. Two can play that game.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

He blinks.

"I said, kiss me. Prove that you can kiss me and not want anything else."

His eyes lock with mine, catching the evening light just right so they swirl with kaleidoscopic autumn fire.

Then he blinks again and turns away with a sharply indrawn breath.

"I can't."

"Right. Well. There's that, then."

Sighing, I pop the door open and get out of the car, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and rolling my head to crack my neck.

John gets out as well.

"What about your... other friends?" he asks. "Can't you stay with someone?"

I start walking towards the lobby entrance and he follows me.

"Yeah, probably. At the moment, I'd rather be alone. I'll be fine, John. My connection to the case is dead and if revenge was the motive, there's no one left alive to want it. My guess is the demon was too strong for Lucille. The first ritual opens the doorway. The second establishes the covenant. The third completes it. But demons don't like to be bound."

I fall silent as I open the lobby door and step through.

A bored-looking receptionist greets me without looking up from his computer.

I check in and collect my room key.

John waits outside, watching unhappily through the glass until I rejoin him.

"So, what? You think the devil made her do it?" he asks and I shrug.

"Demons aren't interested in making pacts or stealing souls. Not the ones we're talking about, anyway. They're creatures of desire. They just want. Wannabe occultists like Lucille perform complex rituals in pursuit of knowledge or riches or eternal youth or whatever they're after but it's not really the ritual that attracts the demon. It's the wanting. They feed on it."

A shiver runs up my spine.

The demon in the dark, where I saw Kyle, wanted... something.

At the time, I was pretty sure what it wanted was me.

Now, I'm less certain.

"Anyway, if a demon gains the upper hand, it'll take what it wants and give nothing in return, which is what I'm guessing happened to Lucille."

John looks unconvinced.

"What about the Kyle problem?"

"Which one?"

"How he got up under the bridge. Lucille didn't do that alone."

"If she had an accomplice, he'll have split if he knows what's good for him."

"What about the detective, Sparks? How does he fit in?"

I shake my head.

"I don't have all the answers, John. I just know I'm done with this case."

"And if it's not done with you?"

"Then it's a good thing I know a vampire who can track me from across town."

John huffs in frustration and rubs the back of his neck.

"Carlos... I can't just leave you here."

"Could you leave McKenzie or Nguyen?"

"Yeah, probably. But I'm not..." he draws a breath midsentence, cutting himself off.

"You're not what?"

He locks eyes with me and speaks so quietly I can barely hear him.

"I'm not in love with McKenzie or Nguyen."

A tiny electric shock zaps my heart and a wave of dizziness washes over me.

"In love?" I shake my head. "You can't be in love with me. We barely know each other."

"You don't think I doubt it? Love is something I've read about in books. I've never felt this way before," John's tone is solemn, his gaze soft and I realize he's let his guard down.

This is the most vulnerable I've seen him and I know my next words could make or break whatever this thing is between us.

It's hard and it hurts but the only fair thing is to tell the truth.

"I don't know how I feel, John. I need more time. I'm sorry."

He releases a breath and looks away, the tension in his broad shoulders easing as he accepts defeat.

"Fine. Fine, if you're sure it's what you want. Just... call me if that changes. I'll come."

I nod, unable to say more and wave awkwardly as I walk to the corner of the building and unlock my room.

John watches me until I'm inside and give him the thumbs up through the window.

Then he gets in his car and drives away.

As his taillights vanish around a bend, I rest my forehead against the glass and sigh.

'Right. This is why the Universe doesn't send you good things, Carlos. Because when it does, you push it away or ruin it. Way to go.'

I give myself a minute to wallow in depression, loneliness and regret and then I acquaint myself with my new, temporary home.

It's not terrible but it's not the Ritz, either.

There's a bed, a nightstand, a dresser and a TV, a mini fridge and a microwave, a tiny closet and a cramped bathroom with a tub that could kindly be called 'child sized.'

The wallpaper is a speckled beige, the carpet is a dark reddish brown that was probably chosen for its ability to hide stains and the framed landscape on the wall is about as generic and contrived as a painting can be.

All I really care about is the bed, though and a quick inspection proves the sheets are clean and the mattress is passable.

It'll do just fine for me.

[fakesaintess]

His Body Is My Coffin

Summary: "Are you alright? That looked like a pretty bad fall." The voice says, now closer to Epel than ever. "Here, I'll help you up." Epel can hear the sound of someone kneeling. "Take my hand."

Epel looks up from the floor to take the hand offered. He refrains from shouting in shock when he sees the hand that has been extended towards him. It's entirely skeletal. "Ace! If this is yer idea of a joke you've gone too far!" Epel's voice echoes off the tattered walls.

Warnings: Brief Descriptions of Violence

Chapter 1

"You know," Ace slings an arm around Yuu's shoulder, "I'm really surprised you're fine living here."

"Why? It's shabby but it's not unlivable." Yuu says.

"Not because it's shabby. It is shabby, don't get me wrong, this place is a shack, but because of what happened here." Ace replies, scooting closer to Yuu.

"What do you mean?" Yuu asks. Crowley had offered this place as the only place for Yuu to stay so they never really dug into its history.

"You actually don't know?" Jack joins in the conversation. "You weren't ever told?"

Yuu shakes their head.

"I didn't hear nothin' either." Epel says.

"Jack, dim the lights, I'll tell them. I'm a great story teller." Ace turns his phone flashlight on as Jack dims the lights. Using the flashlight to illuminate his face Ace starts the story, "So, like forever ago this dorm was actually used. It was the place to be but getting in was real hard. They kept it for the star students. You know, top performers in class, star athletes, people like that would get the reward of not having to stay in their normal dorms and getting treated like the elite. There was this one guy, some track star of the pretty boy type. Super popular with other guys."

Ace looks at the people around him, adjusting his storytelling in order to keep everyone on the edge of their seats. "He'd get confessions often but always turned them down. So, one guy he turned down ended up getting super obsessed with him. No matter how many times he turned that guy down he'd always be there the next day, you know, a regular ole stalker type. One day that person didn't appear so everyone was like, 'Great! He finally gave up.' But the day after that the trackstar guy never came to breakfast. So his friends went to check on him."

Ace lowers his voice, adding flare to the finale. "He'd been murdered. The stalker had crept into his room while he was sleeping and stabbed him to death then offed themself curled up against his corpse. Had the idea in his head of, 'If I can't have him, no one can.' and that the two would be together in the afterlife if they died right next to him. The people who found the body described the scene as brutal, the trackstar had been stabbed so many times that his ribcage was so visible you could see to his muscles in his back. Despite trying to clean the room up the school couldn't manage to get the smell of death out so they just sealed it shut."

Ace lowers the light on his phone, making himself barely visible. "After the dorm was sealed people started saying they heard someone in his old room, scratching at the door and trying to open it. It all lead up to one night when some kid was walking around and they heard whispering so they pressed their ear against a wall to try and hear it better. A hand shot broke through the door and tried to drag the kid inside. Other students heard the kid screaming and managed to get him to safety. When he was pulled away through the hole in the wall people said they could see the animated corpse of the murdered student looking at them through it. Whole dorm was shut down, the door got covered up like it was never there, and everyone in it was returned to the dorms they shoulda have had to stay at. Sometimes when students come here in the middle of the night they say they can hear that guy beckoning them to come over to him."

"That's.." Yuu begins saying before Grim jumps in, "The dumbest thing I've ever heard. We woulda heard that guy by now if he was here. Sides, there's already a buncha ghosts here, people were probably just hearing them."

"Wouldn't the school have shut down if someone got killed here?" Epel asks. "Sounds like you're just pulling our legs here."

"Okay, well, first of all, you have too much faith in this place to think it'd shut down for a murder after all that's happened here. Second of all, I'm not making it up." Ace says.

"It's a good story though. You should submit it to a creative writing magazine." Yuu pats Ace's shoulder like how someone would praise a dog.

"Even you don't believe me, after all we've been through? We've put our lives on the line. Together." Ace whines to Yuu.

"Don't try and guilt Yuu into believing your story. What really happened was a kid got injured in a career ruining way so the place was condemned." Jack explains.

"That's just a cover up. Everyone knows that." Ace says back.

"There's urban rumors like that at every school. That doesn't mean they're true." Jack says. "It's getting late. Even if it's the weekend that doesn't mean we should stay up all night."

"Fine, mom. We'll head to bed." Ace snarks, sore over his story getting critiqued.

Even with Ace's snark, everyone does go to bed, crammed together in Yuu's bed.

It's the dead of night and Epel is unable to fall back asleep after waking from a dream. Holding back a sigh he decides he should get a drink of water. Maybe that'll help him fall back to sleep. He slips out of the bed and heads down the hall.

Creeping quietly through the hall Epel hears a hushed yet alluring voice. He heads towards it like it's a siren's song, ending up in one of of the many hallways that's out of use. As he gets closer he notices where the voice is coming from. Behind a wall. "Ace, yer not gonna scare me into believin your dumb story."

"Oh! Was I scaring you?" Epel hears a voice that's clearly not Ace. "The door's stuck so I was calling out for someone to help me with it. Guess I didn't think about how creepy that could come across."

Door? The voice is coming from behind a wall, isn't it?

Epel looks closer at the wall. He can vaguely see lines in the wallpaper where it must be covering the outline of the door.

"Hello? Are you still there?" The voice says to Epel.

"Sorry, I was just looking for how the door opens. It's hard to make out. Do ya know if it's an in or out going door?" Epel says, focusing back on the alluring voice and the person attached to it.

"It opens inwards. It should open if you give it a hard shove. I think it's stuck." The voice answers Epel.

It's better to try and help whatever unfortunate guy is in there than leaving them to rot. "Kay. Stand back, I'm going to try an' get you out." Epel hears footsteps moving away from the door. He moves back a couple steps to get a running start and then rams his shoulder into what he hopes is the center of the door which is surprisingly breakable. There's the sound of wall paper tearing as the door is pushed open. Epel falls to the remarkably dusty floor as the door swings into the room.

"Are you alright? That looked like a pretty bad fall." The voice says, now closer to Epel than ever. "Here, I'll help you up." Epel can hear the sound of someone kneeling. "Take my hand."

Epel looks up from the floor to take the hand offered. He refrains from shouting in shock when he sees the hand that has been extended towards him. It's entirely skeletal. "Ace! If this is yer idea of a joke you've gone too far!" Epel's voice echoes off the tattered walls.

"Who's Ace?" The voice gets closer as the person leans in towards Epel. "Are you alright?"

Epel forces himself into sitting position, shuffling backwards away from the person he had just freed. Epel can now see them in full view. A boy about Epel's age with black hair and eyes glistening like jewels, looking at him with concern. Epel tries to answer but only manages a noise.

"Was the fall that hard?" The boy says.

Of course, it wasn't the fall that has Epel alarmed. It's the fact the boy is clearly dead. Not only is his hand skeletal but his entire forearm is. Worse than a skeletal arm is the boy's torso as the flesh covering the area around his heart had been stripped away, leaving the battered heart inside visible between the gaps of his ribs. His skin is a pale blue with dark circles under his eyes. Epel is sure this boy is the corpse from the story Ace had told.

Epel takes a shallow breath, trying not to panic at the sight. He's going to be brave, he's going to be tough as hell. He's going to be a real man's man.

In his silence the boy has grabbed onto him, trying to hoist Epel to his feet. The feeling of his hand grasping Epel sends shivers down his spine and he tenses up.

Once again the boy asks, "Are you alright?"

"What are you?" Epel manages to say. He's both afraid and a bit peeved Ace was telling the truth.

"I'm Deuce Spade, a student here." He responds.

"No, you're not." Epel thinks.

"What were you doing here?" Epel asks. If there's an explanation to what's happening he'd like to know. He'd like to know now.

"This is my room. Guess I got locked in as a practical joke. Same reason my stuff is gone. No one came to get me out so I figured I should try getting someone's attention. Hasn't been working too well." Deuce explains the scenario that makes most sense to him, although it is entirely incorrect. "You're the first person to stop. So thanks for that." Deuce smiles wide.

"You don't need to thank me." Epel says, nudging Deuce's hand to get it off of him.

"I thought I'd be stuck here forever! Can I have your name?" Deuce asks. It's natural to want to know the name of your savior.

Epel has heard before that you're never supposed to give fae your name, but does this boy really count as fae? Is he some sort of monster? What were the rules surrounding re-animated humans?

"Epel. I'm Epel Felmier." Epel takes the risk of answering. Pleasing Deuce may help his survival chance if this boy is anything like zombies in movies.

"Epel…Epel." Deuce says like he's tasting the name on his tongue. "Are you new here? I haven't seen your face before."

"Sort of." That's not a complete lie. Epel has been here before. Just not when Deuce was alive.

"Would you like a tour? I can show you around." Deuce takes Epel's hands in his.

Epel's sure that Deuce leaving this room would be an awful idea. There's been strange happenings at NRC before but none as strange as finding someone who was murdered walking around campus. Deuce will probably end up leaving the room whether or not Epel agrees though and Epel can't seal the door shut on him. This leaves Epel with slim options on what to do.

"It's night right now so I really shouldn't go out." Epel tells Deuce. This excuse may bring him enough time to seal the door in the morning.

"Oh! That is too late to go out. I usually have track practice before school." Deuce looks around at the barren room. "Guess I'll be sleeping on the floor."

Epel figured there'd be no bed as that's where Deuce was killed, but he still would've liked if there was one since Deuce would probably stay asleep longer if he is comfortable.

"I'll see you in the morning." Epel begins backing towards the door.

"I'll see you in the lounge!" Deuce says before Epel is out of the room and closes the door.

He hurries back to where everyone is sleeping and climbs in bed. Safety in numbers is what they all say. Epel doesn't expect to get any sleep after what he just witnessed but eventually his tiredness takes over, letting him fall into a deep sleep.

Yuu shakes him awake in the morning. "We're going to have breakfast. Grim wants to get there before they run out of good stuff."

Epel yawns and rubs at his eyes. He vaguely remembers seeing something strange. Maybe it was only a dream. He'd like if it was just a strange dream.

"C'mon and get up. Ya snooze ya lose." Grim says before running out of the dorm in a hurry.

Epel gets up and starts stretching only to be startled by a loud scream.

"Grim!" Yuu says, running out of the room and towards the lounge.

"Did he get scared by the ghosts again? Aren't they on good terms with you two now?" Ace follows Yuu's tracks albeit slower, Epel and Jack then following him like a row of ducks.

They catch up to where Yuu is standing, frozen in fear.

"Did someone break in?" Jack asks, putting a hand on Yuu's shoulder in case he needs to get them out of danger.

"No! Can't ya see whatever that is?" Grim attempts to point his paw at something sitting on the couch.

Turning to where Grim is pointing, Epel remembers the startling experience of last night. It wasn't a dream like Epel had hoped. Deuce Spade is apparently an earlier riser as he's there on the couch likely waiting for Epel to give that tour. Just like they're all looking at him he's looking back at them.

"Good morning!" He says, rising from the couch and heading towards the group who shuffle backwards with each step Deuce takes.

"It talks?" Ace says in a low whisper.

Even though Ace spoke quietly Deuce must've heard him. "Why wouldn't I? Did we start some sort of quiet hour?" He extends his hand out in invitation, still as unnerving as last night. "Epel, would you like to go on that tour now? Your friends can come too."

"It knows you." Ace whispers even quieter this time.

Epel nods. He isn't quite sure how to explain everything or what details he should or shouldn't include. He can really only come up with an explanation of, "Found it like a dog finds a bone," which he can't use.

Yuu strolls past the group and heads to Deuce as Ace repeatedly whispers, "Don't, don't do it." Going against Ace's will, Yuu walks right up to Deuce and puts their hand out as if they're going to take Deuce's hand. Instead they reach past his hand placing their own on his exposed ribs.

"Is this some sort of costume?" They ask, running their hands against his ribs.

"No, why do you ask? Is it halloween already?" Deuce answers their question with more questions.

Huddled back where they were earlier the rest of them are unsure what to do upon seeing the undead in a form other than a ghost.

"Are those his ribs?" Ace mutters then nearly gasping, "Is that the kid who died here?"

"What do you mean by that, you said he was here!" Epel says.

"I made the part about him haunting this place up. It was just for the story. I lied." Ace continues to whisper but at a much quicker pace. "If he was here all time wouldn't've the ghosts have told us?"

That is true. Why wouldn't they inform Yuu if there was another person here? Was the locked room too secret? Epel doubts it could be that.

"Finding out where who he is isn't the leading issue right now." Jack gestures to Yuu leading Deuce outside.

"Henchman! Wait up!" Grim skitters towards Yuu as fast he can manage. Taking a clue from him the rest of them run after them.

Luckily when they rush outside Yuu hasn't gone far, only standing on the front lawn. They hadn't brought Deuce out into the world.

"Wow. This place looks way worse on the outside. What happened here? This used to be the best dorm on campus." Deuce is staring at the outside Ramshackle with a troubled look on his face. He is kind enough to not directly insult Yuu's living place.

Ace runs down the stairs and towards Yuu, grabbing them and pulling them a few inches away from Deuce. "What do you mean what happened? Look at yourself."

Deuce obliges. "My uniform is pretty dirty. I should ask housewarden for a new one. Let's go to them first." Upon closer inspection, Deuce is wearing a Heartslabyul uniform, although an outdated one.

"Are you some sort of moron? I'm talking about how you look like some sort of movie monster." Ace doesn't know how this guy couldn't realize what had happened to him. It should be pretty obvious when your ribs could be used a xylophone.

"My uniform's not that dirty. Just in slightly rough shape. And I said I'd get a new one." Deuce defends what he's wearing. Sure, it's not in the best condition being ripped and torn in the parts where stripped bones show, but it's still wearable. It's at least better than not wearing any clothes.

"It'll take more than a uniform change before we'll let ya out of this place." Grim stands by Yuu's feet, bristling his fur in an attempt to scare Deuce off.

"Nice cat. I didn't know the dorm allowed pets or I would've brought my own. Maybe I can get my mom to bring my cat. I should call her up. Is there a payphone around here?" Deuce asks, showing how dated he is.

"It's like you're from dinosaur times. You can't be anyone but that track kid." Ace comments. "Of all the lies to come true it had to this one."

Jack appears behind him, leaning in so he can observe Deuce's scent is better. "He smells human."

"I am in track and I am human. Tell 'em I'm human, Epel." Deuce says to the only person who isn't near him.

"How do you know Epel?" Jack asks.

"Epel got me out of the room I was stuck in." Deuce smiles, acting like he's delivering good news.

"Dude." Ace says, looking right at Epel.

"I didn't know he was inside! I just heard a voice asking to be let out!" Epel replies to Ace.

"You didn't wonder how someone got stuck in Ramshackle without any of us noticing?" Ace quirks an eyebrow.

"His voice sounded real nice." Epel tries to defend himself, although aware it won't work.

"Thank you." Deuce says, "Usually people compliment my physique."

Deuce does look like he'd be beautiful if not for the horror factor he has going on. Fallen beauties aren't too uncommon in the undead genre, but that label didn't fit him exactly. A better fitting title is oblivious fool considering how he's reacting to things.

"Listen. We can't keep you here. Find somewhere else to hide." Ace believes Yuu already has enough troubles and he's not ready to let Yuu have to defend why they're keeping whatever Deuce is in their dorm.

Deuce looks at Ace as if he'd just been told to leave school before relaxing. "Guess I'll go back to Heartslabyul." He says with a shrug, viewing himself as still too important to be sent away from school.

Ace has made the situation worse and most importantly, worse for himself. Exposing him to more people would only cause a commotion which he'd be one of the people called to fix like he usually is.

"Actually, before I go. What time is it? Should we be at class?" Deuce asks. "I need to boost my grades or I'll get in trouble."

"I think you've got bigger problems than that." Epel speaks up, having finally joined the rest of the group.

"Like what?" Deuce asks him.

"I don't think you can go to class but we can take you to the headmaster." Yuu says.

"What are you trying to do?" Ace whispers in Yuu's ear.

"I think the headmaster will be able to handle the situation better than we can." Yuu knows that probably isn't true but maybe Crowley would at least know of somewhere to send him. "Before we go, what's your name?" Yuu is attempting to familiarize themself with Deuce.

"Deuce Spade, nice to meet you, um." Deuce offers his hand for a handshake expecting Yuu to both take his hand and tell him their name.

"Yuu. Those two are Ace and Jack and the little guy is Grim. And you already know Epel." Yuu does take Deuce's hand as carefully as they can. He squeezes their hand in greeting, bone chilling in multiple ways.

"I ain't little!" Grim says.

"Him knowing my name better not put me under some fairy curse." Ace has the same concern Epel had last night.

Deuce must think that's a joke as he laughs in response. "We should get there before class or we'll be late." He looks over at Epel. "We'll reschedule that tour for later, okay?"

Deuce is set on giving that tour. Epel feels a bit bad. Deuce is trying to be friendly but that's not really something he can do if he shouldn't be out in public, let alone alive.

"That's fine." Epel agrees. He's sure Crowley will get rid of Deuce so Epel should at least leave him with some good memories.

Deuce starts to walk towards the school building, leading the way for the rest of the group to follow. Ace stands close to Yuu as they walk so he can whisper his question. "How do you expect our corpse bride to get into the building unnoticed?"

"I don't think he's a corpse bride. He hasn't asked anyone to marry him and we didn't bring him to life with a ring." Yuu answers the second question before the first. "Not many people in this school would show up early, even if they had something to do."

Ace can't argue with that point. But he'd really like to. "If someone spots him we're ditching him. We're ditching him and running."

While those two talk Jack goes to quiz Deuce on some things. "So, you're on the track team?" He phrases that like a question.

"Sure am. I'm the best one on the team." Deuce answers proudly.

"Do you think you can still run?" Jack can already outrun everyone else on the team. He needs a new challenge in order to better his skills. Deuce may be that challenge. If he can even run the way he is now.

"Course. I was going to go train this morning but that fell through for reasons you can see. If you want we can run together after school." Deuce says.

If Deuce is still around after school this would be a good opportunity. He doesn't believe Crowley will do anything about this situation except for pushing the responsibility onto someone else. "That's not a bad idea." He says. He's seen a lot of worse ideas than running with a somewhat dead kid. By comparison this isn't a terrible idea.

"Nice, I'm looking forward to it." Deuce replies as he enters the school.

He pauses a few feet inside and looks around. "Did this place get refurnished recently?" He asks.

"No, not recently. Like forever ago." Ace says to him.

"Really? I don't remember it looking like this." Deuce continues looking around. "Is the headmaster's office in the same place?"

"None of us would know what it looked like in your time. Now, c'mon, we gotta move." Ace walks past Deuce.

"Has this place really not been refurnished?" Deuce asks Yuu specifically this time.

"I'm not from the area so I wouldn't know. Sorry." Yuu doesn't think Deuce is ready for the another world conversation yet if he still won't acknowledge he's been dead for a while.

"Oh? I can take you to some hotspots if you'd like." Deuce offers. He's been offering a lot of things in the short time he's been around.

Yuu nods. "Places he used to go to are probably long gone." Yuu thinks, thankfully unaware of the actual life Deuce used to live.

Yuu knocks at the office door once and then opens it before being told they're allowed in. Crowley looks at Yuu with mock surprise. "What brings you to my office so early?" He may have asked that question but he really isn't too concerned.

"Are ya blind? Have you seen that guy behind us?" Grim says.

Crowley hadn't been looking too hard at the group. At Grim's prompting he looks past Yuu at the rest of the group, locking eyes with Deuce who waves.

"Heya Headmaster." He says.

"Oh my." Crowley gets up from his desk and heads over to Deuce, walking around him to observe him. "Marvelous! What a unique specimen. Did you all make him?"

"My mom made me." Deuce corrects him.

"Yeah, we whipped up a zombie in our weekly arts and crafts session. You would not believe how much glitter glue it took." Ace says sarcastically.

"Epel found him in a room in Ramshackle." Jack tells the truth on the situation.

Epel opens his mouth to to explain himself but, unfortunately, Deuce gives his opinion first. "Isn't that great? He deserves some sort of reward for helping me." People at this school really have an interrupting problem.

"Hm. I don't think we can budget in rewards for scientific discoveries." Crowley says, taking Deuce's arm and examining it. "Say, how would you feel about becoming a student here?"

"Just allowing anyone in here now." Ace mumbles before making eye contact with Yuu. "You're fine though." He adds.

"I am a student here. First year, Deuce Spade." Deuce side eyes Ace, taking offense to Ace implying he shouldn't be here. Which he shouldn't be in everyone else's eyes.

"I'm afraid you haven't been on the student register for quite a while." Crowley informs Deuce. "But I can get your name back before the end of the day. Say, Yuu, there's an extra seat in your class. Why don't you watch over him?"

"Dumping your responsibility on us again." Grim grumbles.

"What dorm would he stay in? He has magic, right? So you can't just dump him in Ramshackle with those two." Ace isn't planning to rope a corpse into their friend group. At least, not yet. He could come in handy at some point. For now, Ace will attempt to deflect the possibility of Deuce staying away.

"He's donning a Heartslabyul uniform. We'll put him back there." Crowley replies.

Things have escalated far more than Epel could've imagined when he heard that oh so sweet voice last night. Granted, it's escalated in the least deadly way unleashing a zombie could escalate, but it's not something Epel ever thought would happen. He stays silent during the current discussion, getting further into this would only get him in trouble at his dorm. Especially if Deuce follows him home.

"Shouldn't you run that by the dorm leaders?" Ace asks, thinking on his feet in an attempt to stop the chance that Deuce will be assigned to his dorm. It'd be real trouble if he is.

"I suppose." Crowley says, looking like he's thinking. He barely is. "We'll call them for a meeting."

"Should we stay here to give our accounts on him?" Jack is both making a good point while monitoring the rest of the group. If he allows them all to run off the current issue will only end up spiraling out of control.

"C'mon! They can handle it theirselves!" Grim says, waggling his paws.

"Jack has made a wonderful point. Informing dorm leaders of this incredible work of magic before it debuts could help them figure out how to assimilate it to our school." Crowley says which loosely translates to, "I can dump the work this would take onto someone else."

"All of us gotta stay?" Grim asks. He'd also like someone else to do this work in his place.

"Of course! Won't it delight you to play such an important rule in this?" Crowley continues to push problems away.

"No. Not at all, actually." Ace says. He wishes that the story he made up was actually fake, instead of dragging him on a some sort of mediocre horror game plot.

Regardless of the protest, every first year is stuck waiting around for the dorm leaders to arrive.

As if he's unaware of the troubles he's caused Deuce begins chatting to Yuu without apologizing for the predicament they'd all been roped in because of him.

"I gotta ask, why was it said Ramshackle is for people with no magic? It's a dorm for the special students last I checked." Deuce questions Yuu.

They had originally planned not tell Deuce about their current scenario, but it looks like they have no way to avoid it now. They decide to water down the story to something understandable. "It was changed to be a dorm for me and Grim. We count as one student." Yuu answers.

"I've got the coolest powers in the world! And Yuu over there is my henchman. They have no magic so I gotta make up for them." Grim gloats.

Deuce nods his head, acting like he understood the replies he had received. "Your cat's kinda fucked up." He says, completely changing the topic. He didn't get what was said.

"I ain't no cat! I'm a mage!" Grim snaps at Deuce.

"You should get a different one." Deuce is stuck on his current mindset.

"Grim and I are good friends." Yuu says.

Deuce nods again. Maybe this time he knows what's going on. "So what's this about no magic?"

It's unfortunate that Deuce has pulled the topic back to Yuu's lack of magic. They were hoping the topic had been dropped and everyone moved on. "I don't have any magic. I was enrolled for something else…"

"That sounds pretty cool." Deuce seems genuine when complimenting Yuu. He does seem to be the type who wears his heart on his sleeve Yuu believes, pinning Deuce pretty wrong.

Lost on how to carry on the conversation, Yuu looks around in the hopes someone will step in. No one does.

Epel does consider doing so. Deuce has taken to him so he'd probably respond well, even if it's only because Epel let him out. He ends up not doing so. He watches a silence form between Yuu and Deuce, both staring at the other.

"So. What club are you in?" Deuce tries bringing up a new conversation starter.

"I'm not really in one." Yuu does regret not being in one as the topic leads to silence again.

"You, uh, got any hobbies?" Deuce tries another topic.

Yuu shakes their head. This is another dead end topic.

Deuce stares blankly at Yuu for a minute before turning to Epel. "Do you have any hobbies?"

Epel regrets not jumping in for Yuu earlier as now no one will jump in for him. It won't be surprising that if he lists things he does for Deuce to say it doesn't fit his image since most people do. In the short time he's stalled it gave enough time for other people to arrive.

"Mon Dieu! What a specimen!" The vice housewarden of Epel's dorm announces his presence with.

[ladyofcrowsandcoffee]

Isa's character playlist is getting some good use tonight thanks to @barbwillbrb also this took me way longer than expected.

No pressure tags: @tealfling @waterdeep-weavemoss @lemonsrosesandlavender

six song soundtrack tag game!

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

1.An event that defines your character's past: House of Shattered Dreams by Mysterious Stranger

So this sums up the aftermath of her mother's death as she remembers everything shattering around her metaphorically and literally. It brought out the broken promises from her father, the screaming matches she's certain someone can find with magic, being locked in essentially a gilded fortress, and anything she said about her future being met with shut up stop daydreaming and face reality. The way she remembers it was her father was replaced with a cold tyrant who's words can't be trust and just how much she lost from that change. It was the long term catalyst for why she runaway as she held to her mom's advice/world view like a life raft. I could write so much more on this.

Lyrics in question :

The walls are closing in on my broken heart

Scattered pieces of our lives lie scattered on the floor

Every promise every lie reminds me even more

No more laughter no more tears just the echoes of our screams

In this house of shattered dreams where love no longer lives

Pictures on the mantle remind me of better times

2. How your character sees themselves: Six Feet Down by Led by Lanterns

So the veil of Isa's mental health is coming off here. She views herself sorta as a ghost who exists between the living and the dead as she's using alliases but is still Isadora Lunelis who people think is dead because of how suspicious her disappearance was. She struggles with the ideas of believing she'll ultimately be alone again, the duality of balancing who she is vs who she's pretending to be, and if fighting is a waste of her time as it's been about a decade of running from her father she's exhausted.

Lyrics in particular

I wanna feel alive

But I feel forgettable better yet, invisible

Is it too late to save my life?

If it's not my turn to die

I'm six feet down and I'm wondering why I bury myself every time

I wanna live, but I'm getting tired

Maybe life is a test

Am I already dead?

What if I level with the reaper and he lets me go

'Cause if I dig a little deeper, I'll be living in the catacombs

3. How others view them: Everybody's Angels by Down with Webster or Can't tame her covered by twenty one two

She's always coming to people's rescue and fighting for her beliefs. She's also willing to use her highest spell slot on you to keep people she's saving or her friends safe. Second one is because she's very much chaos/wild magic to the point it is just her

Lyrics:

Your friends know, all of them, come around, everybody needs a guardian

You're everybody's angel, everybody's angel, everybody's angel in disguise

You could make a dark room turn to light

You could bring this whole place back to life

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): I'm being cheesy as hell with this one but She's so Cool by Sarah Barrios for her and Clairice

She just assumed Clairice was out of her league because of self depreciation with things like I'm just a runaway noble I have nothing to offer her she hasn't stolen for herself already. Also Isa is really bad at telling when she has an actual crush vs she just thinks they're hot, this wasn't helped by Clairice unintentionally shattering her internal gauge the first time she called her princess.

Lyrics in question

Hot mess in a dress

Lipstick cigarettes

Gotta be from another world

Tongue tied

Mesmerised

Got her body memorised

God I wish she'd think about me too

She's so cool

So outta my league

A little bit of bitter

But she tastes so sweet

5. A major fight scene: Battle in the Sky by Bloodhound

This probably would be against the elder brain but it's good for every fight. It just inspired you to jump off a dragon into battle. It just vibes with Isa's idea of combat music being inspiring. If I was meming I'd say Carmelldansen

6. End credits song: Of the Wildfire by Taylor Ash

It's an instrumental so no lyrics to pinpoint to but for Isadora it fits as it starts off sounding more somber before it swells. It just captures the feeling of being free but not erasing the pain that got you to this point.

[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-Three: accident

This is part 3 of the firefighter AU. Part 1 (Wildfire). Part 2 (Inhale).

c/w: mentions of car accident, past death of parent, general firefighter peril and emotions.

18+ nsfw

There's no off-season, no summer vacation, no federal or religious holidays. There are a lot of missed events, fun opportunities gone untaken, and fucked-up sleep schedules. Remus can't remember the last time he actually watched a movie in theaters or ate a meal at a restaurant that wasn't within walking distance of the station. Dry springs and drier summers are spent jumping out of planes into burning landscapes, and the rest of his year is...this.

He can feel the bite of the sleet even through his gear. The burning heat of the up-ended oil tanker set ablaze does little to warm him, but even if it did, the accident scene they've walked into is enough to chill his blood: an oil tanker on fire a few meters off, the cab crushed like a coke can. The ground beneath his boots is slick: black ice.

His team is already on the trailer of the tanker, dousing it with foam from three angles. Remus descends on the cab and steels his heart against the chaos he knows he'll see inside. He needs to focus on the mission and put his emotions aside. Emotions cause mistakes, and mistakes cause burns, injury, and death.

So he shuts his sympathies down as they wrench open the crumpled door. The driver is breathing (good) and conscious (poor fucker), but he has a face full of glass and his leg definitely shouldn't be bent that way. "Sir, can you hear me? I'm Lieutenant Lupin. I'm here to help."

The man's screams follow him home.

He tried to ignore Lily's pointed look once they'd loaded the driver into the ambulance, but she's somehow gotten craftier over the years. She's not allowed within explosion range of the tanker (James's rules, not hers, though Remus thinks she'd probably change her stance on that now that her jacket can't close over the swell of her belly) but she cuts Remus off at the scarlet Number 10 engine. She dismisses his protests that he's fine (because he is!) and sends him home. There is no arguing with Captain Potter.

At home, he's alone with his thoughts. Sirius will be back...some time, hopefully before the sun rises. They both moonlight as paramedics, because of course they do. They have to constantly keep moving. If they stop, they might have to deal with all the shit getting thrown at them. If they stop, they might never start again. Remus lights their fireplace (funny how he can't stay away from that, either) pours himself a measure of whiskey, and curls up on their sofa.

Sirius wakes him with a gentle touch, all that's needed after years responding to a hair-trigger alert. "You're the worst fireman ever," he teases, gesturing to the still-lit fireplace. "Leaving a hearth unattended. Wow, Remus."

He smells like the hospital, like antiseptic and the lurid green cleaner they use on the floors. His mouth, when Remus kisses him, tastes like stale hospital coffee and cigarettes, and his hair is a bit lank under his fingers and his blue shirt sweat-damp. Need overtakes Remus, pushing aside the shadowy feelings lurking just below his skin, and he quickly fiddles with the zip and buttons of Sirius's uniform shirt.

Sirius pulls back as Remus's wandering hands grow more urgent, a questioning look in his eyes. "Bad call?" he asks, though he must already know. "Saw that guy..." Sirius stills Remus's hands and pulls him upright to sit next to him. "Even looked a little like your dad, huh?" His words are soft, smoke-husky, but gentle as he presses Remus to his chest.

Remus's throat is tight. "Yeah..." His father was a long-haul trucker, and not as lucky as the one today when his tires met sudden ice over a bridge. Accidents like this are always hard on him. It's been seven years, but things like that don't just go away. Remus clears his throat and stands, tugging Sirius up with him. "C'mon."

The shower is a sanctuary. There is no fire here, just steam. No murky memories or painful thoughts, just the slick slide of their bodies together as the water sluices through their skin. It washes grey soot and sweat alike down the drain until the water runs clear. Sirius shampoos Remus's hair with careful, luxurious care, working out the knots in his neck and shoulders with deft fingers, and Remus thinks (not for the first time), that if he could live in their shower, he would.

When Remus returns the favor, Sirius decides to drop to his knees and take Remus in his mouth. When Remus's nails scrape across his scalp, lathering the soap into his long, black hair, Sirius moans and takes him deeper, deeper, deeper, down into the soft, wet heat of his throat. There's no rush to it, though, no urgency to reach a hasty end, and Sirius stands to let Remus rinse his hair.

They fall into each other on the bed, sheets freshened by their maid (the one "frivilous" thing Remus agreed to after they both made Lieutenant) and smelling of lavender. Five years ago, Sirius would have begged him to talk about it, to open up, to crack apart his protective walls and spill all of his squirmy, sobbing guts out onto the mattress before they did anything. But Sirius knows him now, knows that Remus will speak when he's ready. They don't need words, not for this.

His hips whinge in protest when Sirius pushes his legs back, but Sirius's first bottomed-out thrust into his body is worth the discomfort. They don't often have time for actual sex, but their schedules and the stars do occasionally line up. Sirius fucks into him slowly, measured movements focused entirely on Remus's pleasure without racing towards orgasm. With each push forward, it's 'I love you 'and every pull out 'you are enough.' The kisses that dot his neck, stubble-rough, are 'you are a good son,' and the hands that catch his wrists and hold them above his head are 'you are a good man.'

By the end, Remus is crying, even as his orgasm is finally wrung from his body by Sirius's tongue filling the space his spent cock left. It's cathartic, a release of the emotions he's had to lock up, of the agonizing heartbreak he feels because it is too much for one person, it is, but if they don't do it...if they're not the ones running into burning buildings, parachuting into burning forests, racing toward burning cars... who will? No one wants their job. The pay is shit. The benefits are shit (well, there is a pension so that's pretty nice). The hours are fucking shit.

But the looks on their faces, like the man he resuced today...that look of hope that dawns like the day, that spurs them to hang on to their breath, to hang on to life...is enough.

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

[kirithots]

This story was written last year in August. So much has changed since then. Enjoy ❤️

NSFW. MDNI.

Rough- Izuku x Reader

Your Quirk: Ability to manipulate what others see/ visions

Location: UA Class 1-A, training.

It was another day of training for class 1-A. Mr. Aizawa had thought it would be a good idea for you to practice your fighting abilities against one other student.

You didn't like the idea of fighting against your friends, but you couldn't do anything about it.

You tried to find someone to partner up with. Your best friends Mina and Tsu were already taken though, and everyone else had quickly found someone to brawl against, leaving you to the one and only Midoriya.

Izuku Midoriya, the green haired sweet heart who always seemed to be getting into trouble. He was who you were always falling for. It was hard not to!

Not like you could ever tell him about your crush on him, though. He was far too focused on his dreams to worry about dating. There was no way he could even like you like that!

"Hey, Y/n! I guess we're partners."

While you were daydreaming about him, Izuku had found you in the crowd.

You blushed and looked down at your feet, "I guess so!"

Deku smiled at you and began stretching for your battle.

Only one team could battle at a time, so you went to sit in the bleachers as the other teams battled. First up was Momo and Tsu. That would be a good fight.

As you watched, you let your eyes and mind wonder over to Deku.

He was intensely watching the fight as he stretched his arms. You watched as his scars reflected off of the fluorescents of the lights and bit your lip, moving your eyes further down his body.

His hands rested at his side for a moment before he wrapped one around his right wrist to continue stretching. You rubbed your thighs together as you imagined his hands wrapping around your neck...

Suddenly, a whistle blew and the battle between Tsu and Momo was over. Tsu had managed to push Momo out of the arena with her tongue attack.

You clapped for your friend and quickly went back to thinking about Deku. You would be battling soon, you would need a strategy.

As Tokoyami and Iida began their battle, you formulated a plan.

You knew how strong Deku was and didn't want to be hit by him. You also knew how fast he was. The only way you knew how to win was with a distraction..

Tokoyami had his won his battle against Iida, and it was now your time to fight Izuku.

You both made your way to your designated fighting area and got into a stance.

You could do this. All you had to do was get him out of the ring.

As the whistle blew to begin, you smiled at Deku and activated your quirk.

He started to run at you and you quickly summoned up a vision of All Might. He wouldn't hurt his favorite person, would he? Wrong.

You felt him kick you in the leg, bringing you to the ground for a second before you jumped back up.

Okay, so this wouldn't be as easy as you thought.

You searched your mind for a way to catch him off guard as he repeatedly threw punches at you, barely giving you time to dodge.

Then you thought back to earlier, when you were imagining his hands around your neck... You smiled and knew what to do.

You pictured that same scene again, but this time letting Izuku see it as well. You imagined him pressing your naked body against a wall and fucking the daylights out of you.

Deku had stopped trying to hit you. He wasn't moving at all, but had a very obvious blush across his face.

You took this as your opportunity to win.

Keeping the vision going as you did this, you pushed Deku until he was out of the ring. He didn't even put up a fight.

You could hear your classmates murmur in their seats, wondering how you won. But you were too focused on Deku to care.

He was staring into your eyes with a calm look on his face.

"Dorms. Right after class," he whispered as you both went back to your seats.

                                ...

It took what seemed like forever for class to end. Deku kept looking at you as your classmates fought, making you keep a constant blush on your face.

You knew what you did wasn't right, but you couldn't help but to be scared for what would happen after class.

Aizawa eventually dismissed the class and you walked back to the dorms with your friends.

The back of your neck was sweating as you made it to your room and stepped inside. No one was there.

You sighed in relief and sat on your bed. Maybe he had forgotten about it, you thought. Once again, you were wrong.

A loud knock suddenly came from your door, causing you to jump out of your bed. You went over to open it and were greeted with a rough kiss.

You were taken by surprise, not able to close your eyes. It was Deku. And he was pissed.

He pushed you into your bed as he quickly locked the door.

"What the fuck was that, Y/n?" he yelled at you.

You gulped and looked at your hands. He grabbed you by your hair. "Look at me, you dirty slut!"

He was staring directly into your eyes with lust.

You softly moaned at the rough tug at your hair and bit your lip.

Deku smirked.

"So that's what you like, huh? To be treated like a whore?" The boy groaned out.

"Yes, Izuku..." you whispered and tried to look away from him.

He pulled your hair harder and forced you to look at him.

"You're mine now. And what you did back there, well... Let's just say you're going to be punished for it."

Before you could say anything back, Izuku had you flat on the bed, straddling you. His tongue found its way into your mouth and quickly won dominance against yours.

Your hands travelled into his hair and tugged softly. His mouth felt so good against yours.

You heard him take off his belt and felt the cold leather around your wrists.

"Bad girls don't get to touch without permission," he said in a raspy voice.

Deku continued to kiss you, eventually moving down to your neck, sucking and biting as he went.

His hands moved up your shirt and skimmed over your sensitive buds, causing you to moan.

He smirked and tore off your shirt and bra, desperate to get you to moan again.

He pinched at your nipples as licked his lips. He brought his face down to your breasts and slowly began to suck on your hardened nipples.

You writhed about on the bed, wanting to touch him, but he just kept on sucking, all while staring into your eyes.

Once he thought you'd had enough he stood up, causing you to pout.

He began undressing and you let your eyes wonder over his body. 

You drooled as his tank top fell off to reveal his scarred chest and v-line. His hands made it down to his pants and, in order to torture you, he removed them at a painfully slow pace.

You were biting your lip as he revealed the very visible bulge in his underwear. It looked so big and you wanted it. Now.

Deku pushed his underwear down, letting his hardened cock spring lose. He then began to jerk himself off.

You both started at each other in desire, as he slowly crawled back onto the bed with you.

"I've wanted you for so long, Y/n," he moaned into your ear as you felt his warm dick on your stomach.

"I can't seem to wait any longer.."

His positioned his face at the top of your skirt and pulled it down with his teeth. Then he took a deep breath.

"Oh, you smell so good, you little slut," he moaned out.

Then you felt his hot breath against your core, coming through the thin material of your underwear.

He slipped the fabric off of you and let his fingers dip inside of you with ease.

"God, you're so wet for me, y/n."

"Deku..." you gasped.

He slipped another finger inside of you and licked across your clit, making you shudder.

He pumped his fingers into you faster, knuckle deep inside of you. Your pussy clenched around him and you dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

"Deku, I'm gonna-" you came all over his hand before you could finish your sentence.

You had no time to recover from your orgasm before he was on top of you, lining his dick up and plunging into you.

You screamed out in pain as he thrusted all the way into you. He brought his left hand to your mouth.

"Suck."

Your tongue danced around his thumb as he thrusted into you at a deep and steady pace.

He took his thumb out of your mouth and used your saliva to massage your tit, pulling at it roughly.

You couldn't help but to moan out, gaining you a smack on the face.

"Shut up, y/n. Do you want the rest of the class to hear you?"

You honestly didn't care.

Deku thrusted his large cock into you faster, his balls slapping against your ass. He had sweat going down his face and chest, which turned you on more.

His hand went back up to your neck, and he choked you until you saw stars. His dick was pumping into you faster than you thought Iida could run.

You were so close, and he knew it. His other hand went down to massage your clit and bring you to your ultimate high.

It didn't take long until you were cumming all over him, causing his hot seed to erupt inside of you. The clenching of your orgasm milked him dry and he collapsed on top of you.

                                    ...

You woke up to Deku lying next to you on your bed. He saw your eyes flutter and welcomed you with a soft kiss.

"Hello, Princess," he said as he kissed your pink lips.

You sighed with happiness and traced your fingers across his face

He picked you up off of your bed and carried you to the bathroom where a warm shower was waiting.

He got in with you and cleaned your sensitive, cum-filled body.

He kissed your neck as he made sure you were completely clean and dried you off before taking you back to the bed.

He dressed you back into a simple nightgown and tucked both of you into bed.

"Goodnight, my princess," he whispered as he kissed your bare shoulder, and together you slept.

[starshineandbooks]

Mafia inter-dimensional travel pt. 2

Pt. 1

Part two of my mafia au inspired by @nartothelar 's art and fics please check them out.

Relationships- Platonic erasermic, pining erasermic

Warnings: cursing, cigarettes (Aizawa lights and smokes 1 for a scene becuase stress no heavy detail)

The meeting is boring, especially since Hizashi is faking having lost his voice which leaves Aizawa to do the talking. Hizashi will simply nod or shake his head, he choses to make decisions the way Shouta does. Coolly.

He misses his Skirts! Sure pants can be more practical than the tight Skirts Hizashi frequents, but he likes to feel pretty. Sue him.

Aizawa stands at Hizashi's back, and it's an imposing aura, he'll tell you that. But it's so like Shouta-....

No, bad brain.

"Yamada, why did you even come here if your voice is gone?" Some man or other challenges.

Hizashi is nothing if not an actor. So he makes his voice hoarse as he speaks, "Because, I said I would be. "

Auzawa snorts, "Do you doubt his word?"

"I-"

"Do you?" Hizashi challenges horsley, preening inside.

"No. Of course-"

"Good."

The meeting passes smoothly after this, and Hizashi finds himself in the room he woke up in again.

"That went well." Aizawa says smoothly, shutting the door before locking it. "You did good."

"Really?" Hizashi smiles, "Thank you!"

Aizawa nods gruffly. "So…. If you're here my boss must be where you came from…. Is he-"

"He will be safe. My Shou? He's soft enough. Not too much, but your Hizashi will be safe."

"You are sure?"

"Positive!" Hizashi says firmly, "Shouta will keep him safe."

"He had better."

Hizashi would ask what that means but he doubts he wants to know. 

Besides, he's more focused on the next steps of building a plan.

Aizawa pulls a cigarette out and lights it. Taking a drag he lets his head fall back a moment. He looks exhausted.

"You're worried for him?"

"I'm his bodyguard." Aizawa says, "I have to be."

"More than that." Hizashi says, "You care deeper than that… I know pining when I see it, Sugar."

"That's a dangerous gamble."

"I'm not scared to make it." Hizashi says, levelling a gaze of sympathy to Aizawa, "if you're like my Shouta? I'll be fine."

"Your shouta?"

"He's the man I work for."

"Do you feel attracted to him? Romantically."

Hizashi hums lightly, "Try telling him that."

Aizawa just nods slowly, familiar with the sentiment if only from the media he consumes.

"Do you like cats?" Hizashi asks, ready to change the subject as he pulls out his little picture book full of Cannoli Arson pictures for Shouta's bad moods.

"Yes!" Aizawa says, too quick to hide excitement. 

Hizashi smiles as he hands aizawa the little picture book, "his name is Cannoli Arson."

"I adore him. Is he treated well?"

"Like a king." 

"Treat him better."

—----

Yamada has worn his share of heels and Skirts, he has a killer body thank you for asking. But he is out of practice, this ensemble- a challenge to boot.

Well, at least the shouta aizawa here is a gentleman. Although to be dressed this way- he'd prefer his own aizawa here to see.

"And your secretary?" The man before them asks, snide and nearly drooling over yamada.

"Is fully capable." Shouta says firmly, "And not a piece of meat."

The man would argue but the look shouta gives is enough to silence him.

Well, Yamada can always appreciate power.

The man is quick to finish the business before leaving.

And yamada is not sorry to see him leave.

"We need to work on getting you home." Shouta says as they walk towards the room yamada wakes in.

"I doubt that will happen."

"Then you don't want it enough." Shouta says sharply, "I will find a way to bring hizashi back."

"You're allowing emotions to blind you."

"I am not."

"Then forget hizashi."

"Ypu should shut your fucking mouth," aizawa says sharply.

Cannoli seems to sense the stress and takes the moment to walk over and rub against Shouta. Purring with assured knowledge he comes before this strange imposter.

"Cannoli," Ahouta says, bending down to pet the cat gently. 

Yamada grits his teeth and he knows he can't leave his Shouta behind. He stormed the shigaraki mansion for his loved one! He did many things. But he-...

Yamada can not appear weak here. But it's difficult not to when all he wants is Aizawa and there's a person that's Almost Aizawa…

"Your cat is very pretty." Yamada says finally, no use denying it. And his shouta is like aizawa. This will help him relax.

"Cannoli Arson." Shouta says then thinks better of it, "Everyone else calls him Mr. Arson."

"He's majestic."

"Yes. Hizashi thinks so too."

"Look I- was meaner than I should have been. I'm a guest not a leader."

"It's logical. I know you miss your Aizawa, I can see it, you are a good actor however."

"You can-"

"We'll get them back." Shouta says, and Yamada can tell he means it.

"I hope you're right."

—----

In the Bakery of one of the mafia universes, it's unclear which one, the Baker, his mother, and the Baker's favorite mercenary overhear a conversation they feel important to remember.

"It's done," A woman says, her voice smooth and prideful, "Both of them have been switched. If all works out? We'll be set."

"What about Aizawa?"

"That will be handled very soon," the woman says in a near purr.

Well, Shinsou and the Baker will have to keep an ear out then. And if shinsou chooses to keep a closer eye put for his favored mafia gang? Irrelevant. 

Part 3 (coming soon.)

[dorindameddler]

a braving light in a world so dark: a georgie/melanie playlist (spotify)

1. first love/late spring - mitski // 2. unforgiving girl (she's not an) - car seat headrest // 3. strange girl - laura marling // 4. reach out - sleater-kinney // 5. safe tonight - bat for lashes // 6. crying in public - chairlift // 7. don't delete the kisses - wolf alice // 8. it's not just me - let's eat grandma // 9. sick of spiraling - bachelor // 10. shut up kiss me - angel olsen // 11. marauders - thao & the get down stay down // 12. half colored hair - black belt eagle scout // 13. stay with me - margaret glaspy // 14. don't go puttin wishes in my head - torres // 15. walk with you - oceanator

selection of lyrics under the cut

first love/late spring

Wild women don't get the blues/But I find that lately, I've been crying like a tall child/So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe/Please don't say you love me/Mune ga hachikire-sōde/One word from you and I would/Jump off of this ledge I'm on, baby/Tell me, "Don't," so I can crawl back in

unforgiving girl (she's not an)

Well, everyone learns to live with themselves/And you're not the only one who's been through hell/So give me a sign that I'm not making love to myself/It's an unforgiving world/But she's not an unforgiving girl

strange girl

Woke up in a country who refused to hold your hand/Kept falling for narcissists who insist you call them 'man'/You work late for a job you hate that's never fit the plan/Stay low, keep brave/I love you, my strange girl/My lonely girl/My angry girl/My brave

reach out

Reach out, touch me, I'm stuck on the edge/Reach out, darkness is winning again/Reach out and see me, I'm losing my head/Reach out, I can't fight without you, my friend

safe tonight

Lying in the dark and I am out of time/There's a demon in my heart that I'm not sure we’ll survive/The shadows come around one too many times/Baby, I need you to tell me I'm safe tonight

crying in public

Take all my defenses in two words/And throw them away/ Tell me, what kind of monster/Have I been today?/But you smile and call me “tough guy”/To the opposite effect/It's a flower in the gun/And your tough guy's a wreck/Sorry I'm crying in public this way/I'm falling for you, I'm falling for you/I'm sorry I'm causing a scene on the train/I'm falling for you, I'm falling for you

don't delete the kisses

What if it's not meant for me?/Love/What if it's not meant for me?/Love/A few days pass since I last saw you/And you've taken over my mind/I'm retelling jokes you made that made me laugh/Pretending that they're mine/I wanna tell the whole world about you/I think that that's a sign/I'm losing self-control and it's you

it's not just me

Because the point is that I see it's not just me/The point is that you feel my company/You know I'll never be too far if you're looking for somebody/I'm here/It's not just me/I know you're feeling the same way/And I can't fail to believe/When you're feeling the same way/It's not just me

sick of spiraling

Walking alone at night/Clutching a cheap gas station knife/Love, the danger is in the car/Who couldn't see me it was too dark/As the brakes slam to the floor/Missing me just inches short/I thought, "If I can't have my own back/How the fuck can I have yours?"/You are a braving light in a world so dark/And I'm sick of spiraling out and I need your touch to stop/You are a braving light in a world so dark/And I'm scared out of my mind and I need your love

shut up kiss me

I could make it all go away/Tell me what you’re thinking, don't delay/We could still be having some sweet memories/This heart still beats for you, why can't you see?/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight/Stop your crying, it's alright/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight

marauders

My darlin', your patience, rain it on me/I know daughters of marauders are just so hard to please/I got that poison, carve it on out/Barely served me then/Only hurts me now/But you look like I could stay/Let all my intentions fall away/Kill all my defenses where they lay/Say all that's left to say

half colored hair

How you look at me/In the brightness of your room/Imagine the lightness of my fingers on your face/Run through your hair/Across your neck/Light breaks across your room/I never knew I'd like half colored hair so much/But in the light

stay with me

I've had nothing but trouble/And bad news on the line for such a long time/The only break I get is laughing 'tiI my eyes are wet/With you, you/Won't you stay with me?/I'll be on my best behavior/When it all shakes down—/Who's the clown, and who's the savior?

don't go puttin wishes in my head

I know promising forever's not your thing/But now if you don't want me to go dreaming/Don't spend your mornings and your evenings in my bed/If you don't want me believing that/You're never gonna leave me, darling/Don't go putting wishes in my head/So if we're calling off the funeral/Then I'm calling for a hitching/For a while, I was sinking/But from here on out, I swear I'm swimming

walk with you

When you were depressed and/You put your head on my chest and you told me/That you were tired of being tough/I took you by the hand and/Told you I understand and you told me/That could never be enough/But I will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass/And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks/It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter/But in the end will it matter?

[bubblemiya]

Ace of Spades ~ Natsuo Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 1 : First day disaster

Next | Masterlist

Warnings: blood mention, abduction mention

word count: 2.2k

A/N: This is my first fic on my new blog and I am so excited about it! I hope you enjoy

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You knew hero work wasn't going to be easy but there was still a tiny part of you that thought you'd be snatched up by a top agency right away with your flashy suit and unique quirk. That wasn't quite the case. 

In fact the opposite happened, your strong quirk had very little drawbacks and many people saw it as dangerous, the nature of your quirk drew villain organisations to you. You defeated them, reported, even 'disposed' of some of them but there was one organisation you couldn't quite shake.

It was your loyalty to the side of heroes and your impressive skill set showcased in your fights that caught the eye of the Endeavour agency. Today was your first day at the agency, it had been a full year since your graduation from shiketsu, and it hadn't properly sank in yet until you were pulling on your hero suit in the women's changing room and a fiery haired sidekick basically pounced on you.

"Aren't you the new girl? I'm Moe Kamiji, my hero name is Burnin'" 

She was beautiful, her hair was unique and her loud personality made you envy her. Her inquisitive staring distracted you and you almost tripped pulling up your body suit. She chuckled and helped steady you before offering to help you zip up.

"I'm y/n l/n, my hero name is Phantom Light"

"from what I've seen of your quirk, you're like a ghost type pokemon! that's so cool"

If she sensed your nervousness or felt the heat rising in your face, she didn't mention it. She instead just waited for you to tug on your boots and rambled about how much she loves working at the agency. Her bright attitude was nowhere near what you expected walking into a workplace run by the most intimidating man you've ever seen. She had a natural warmth to her that seemed to calm your fears. You guessed that they sic her on all the newbies at the agency because of that. 

"well I'll show you around, newbie"

She looked confident and comfortable as she showed you around the main floors and you only hoped to feel the same way soon. You had already seen the reception and social media/pr team offices as they were on the way to the changing room but Moe had shown you the gyms with in-house saunas, break rooms, conferences rooms, and investigation rooms. The place was huge and despite being full of people, felt empty. It was terrifying, but still exactly what you expected from the new number one. Moe's phone beeped as you passed into another hallway and she pulled it from her bra to check.

"I regret not asking for pockets on this thing" she growled "shit, I'm being called to a villain attack not far from here, you're on your own for now, newbie." she turned to run down the hallway.

"Thank you Kami-"

"Call me Moe!" and before you could even respond she was gone. Your nerves suddenly came flooding back without your new friend there to ease them. With your 'almost fall' in the changing room and Moe leaving when you needed her most, it seemed lady luck was not on your side today. Right as you turned the corner you smacked right into someone exiting an office and they spilled their coffee down your shirt.

“Oh i’m so sorry!” 

“It's ok, my hero suit is quite thick so it's not that bad” you attempted to laugh it off but paused as you finally looked up. Your blood ran cold as you realised who you bumped into. The six foot five figure of your boss loomed over you. On your first day you just so happened to bump into Endeavour's son and cause a coffee spill right in front of the man himself. “I-it was my fault any-”

“You just started today and you’re already causing problems, we scouted you because of your impressive skill set but -”

“Shut up, old man” Endeavour's face immediately twitched in anger but he listened to his son, not wanting to cause a scene with him. “It was an accident and it was both of our faults” Endeavour looked embarrassed but grunted something inaudible under his breath. “I'm Natsuo, I'm sorry about your suit, take this” he held his jacket out to you.  

 “Its ok, it's just a stain”

“Please I insist”

You took it, not wanting him to be offended, and you got a chance to get a proper look at him. He awkwardly scratched his neck as you put on the jacket. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Endeavour pushed Natsuo past you and carried on walking down the hall. You shook your head to try and rid you of your shame, you hoped you had not just ruined your big shot in the hero world. You walked back down to the offices, keeping your head down as you passed Endeavour and Natsuo to avoid the awkward eye contact. Endeavour was immensely intimidating so you wanted to avoid getting further onto his bad side as much as possible. You filled out the last of your paperwork and set out on your daily patrol.

You kept the jacket on during your patrol and kept in mind that you should take it off to fight but hoped that wouldn't be necessary. You wandered your designated streets, taking in the general hustle and bustle of the town. Bike bells and shop doors opening were sounds you considered comforting. You nodded at people as you passed them, even stopping to say hi to some kids, and stopped at a cafe for a drink. You walked with your drink, hoping for a peaceful end to your work day, until the bird chirping and happy kids turned to screams for help. Your feet, as if on autopilot, followed the sounds until you turned a corner and came face to face with a guy harassing a group of high school girls. You recognised his face from the news, he was a low level villain who had abducted some high school students over the last 3 weeks. He didn't have any strong quirk that you knew of so you went straight in with a strong punch. However, in your haste, you failed to notice the knife he had concealed until he swung it in your direction and he caught your stomach. It wasn't so deep that it needed immediate attention so you continued to fight him off. you had shouted at the girls to leave the alley but they were frozen in place. Fear sometimes acts as an invisible paralytic, 

one that we can't or struggle to fight against.

He had gotten in a couple of good swings but once you knocked the knife out of his hand he was pretty much useless. You gave him a harsh elbow to the nose that definitely broke it, a noise that you didn't wanna admit made you feel good and all but knocked him out with the hardest punch you could throw. While he was incapacitated you leaned down to slip him under your control into his body to possess him to make him easier to carry. Your quirk was called 'ghost' which not only gave you the ghostly ability to walk through walls but also to possess people and communicate with the dead. Your possession ability works like a telepathically controlled puppet instead of a typical spirit possession. Once you had his unconscious form up and ready to walk himself to the nearby police you made an attempt to calm the girls and make sure they followed you to the police so police could do safety checks and collect statements. You found it was easy to keep them distracted from their feelings by talking to them and answering questions they might have. You learned one of the girls, a short girl with black hair and black bunny ears, was named Hoshi.

"Are you a pro hero?"

"yup! I started at the Endeavour agency today!"

"Saturday is a weird day to start a new job"  

"There's no such thing as weekends when you're a hero" you chuckled at the way she rolled her eyes.

"Don't I know it. My dad is a pro too" 

"oh really?"

"yeah but he's away visiting my stepdad"

Your conversation abruptly stopped when police arrived on the scene and took both the unconscious villain and Hoshi away from your custody. The only thing left to do now was find where you had left Natsuo's jacket and head back to the agency to get stitched up. You ran back to a bench you passed to luckily find Natsuo's jacket still there. you didn't wanna get blood on it so you carried it back to the agency instead.

When you walked back in the agency building, Endeavour was standing in the office, handing paperwork to the receptionist, and he noticed you almost immediately.

"Phantom Light, what happened?"

"I got that guy who was abducting high school kids, the one that's been all over local news" Your chest felt heavy as you struggled to pant out your sentence. You were holding your free hand over the wound, putting as much pressure as possible on it to reduce bleeding.

"You're gonna need stitches, I'll take you to our in house doctor" He seemed a lot less tense than he did earlier and Natsuo was nowhere to be seen. You muttered a thank you and slowly walked behind him. He led you to a white door with a black metal name plate on it reading 'Dr.Kita'. You thanked Endeavour again and wandered into the room.

"Good work today, Phantom Light'' was the last thing he said before he shut the door behind you. He was being a lot nicer and even attempting to be encouraging which you figured was his own way of apologising for yelling at you earlier. 

The doctor was a tall guy around forty with yellow eyes and brunette hair that was already starting to grey. He welcomed you and got you to lie down on the bench so that he could stitch you back up. He was very talkative, as most doctors are as a way to distract from pain, and he asked about a couple other visible scars to focus your mind elsewhere. 

"I got the skin graft about a year ago, I got in a fight with some villain who had a fire quirk. I wasn't even at an agency yet, I was still looking to get scouted, but I walked past him harassing this man for money and I couldn't just walk past it" The doctor nodded as you told the story of the man with white hair and some nasty facial scars who burned you last year. You hissed as the final stitch went through and the doctor clasped his hands together.

"that's you all fixed up, now you just need to change and go home" he said, helping you off the bench and shaking your hand.

You walked back to the changing room and shoved your coffee and blood stained clothes in a bag and changed into your normal clothes. On your way out the building you passed Moe who all but begged for your phone number before you left.

The walk home was quiet and peaceful, The sunset was pretty and nice to watch as you made your way to the train station. The subway ride home had very few people and it was nice to have some time to yourself. You almost missed your stop though because your mind kept drifting back to white fluffy hair and pretty grey eyes. Natsuo was all you could think about. It didn't help that you had his jacket wrapped around you. The smell of an expensive cologne lingered around the collar, it was faint and softer than the cologne you expected him to wear. It was nice and comforting, a smell you could get used to.

Once you got back to your house you used your quirk to pass through the door - which is always locked because you used your quirk and had no reason to open it unless you were expecting food delivery. When you turned around to kick off your shoes you noticed the chain lock had been busted open. You quickly looked around the entrance to your house to check if anything was missing but everything was exactly as you left it in the morning. You dumped your duffle bag full of dirty clothes on the floor and went to check around the rest of the house. You upturned cushions, sifted through cupboards and looked underneath your copious number of house plants but everything seemed normal and in its right place. The only place left to check was your bedroom. Your hand shook as you grasped the door handle nervous to see if anything had been taken but when you walked in you couldn't see anything out of place until you turned your head to the dresser and there it was. Tucked into the frame of a photo of you and your brother sat a playing card, the ace of spades to be exact, with a time written on it.

"2:30 pm"

[mydearburkhart]

The Amy-verse

(or "if I was in that '70s show" part 4) | previously on The Amy-verse

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from That '70s Show, which is created by Bonnie and Terry Turner and Mark Brazill. I own nothing, except for my original character, Amy Hamilton.

Warning: I'm not fluent in English and this is one of the ways I found to learn on my own. So if you find any mistakes, please let me know :)

1×02

*basement*

Hyde: Does it bother anybody else that these women live in Hooterville?

Eric: Technically, Petticoat Junction is down the track from Hooterville.

Hyde: Okay, does it bother anybody else that these women live down the track from Hooterville?

Donna: It bothers me that they bathe in the town water tank.

Kelso: With the dog.

Jackie: It isn't the drinking water, it is the water for the train.

Donna: It's still three naked women with a dog.

Fez: I want to be the Hooterville dog.

Jackie: Ames, you're awfully quiet. Are you okay?

Amy: Yeah, I was just trying to understand the context of this... scene, then I gave up and spaced out.

Kitty: Coming down... now, don't mind me. I'm just putting some clothes in. Eric, honey, I thought you could wear this on your birthday. It's nice, you look so handsome in it.

Eric: Why would I want to dress nice on my birthday?

Kelso: It's your birthday?

Amy: You don't know when his birthday is?

Kitty: Oh, you never know what's going to happen on your birthday!

Eric: Mom... mom, do not throw a party for me.

Kitty: Oh well, listen to Mr. Popularity. Like I have time to plan you a party. [laughs] Oh, uh... by the way, your sister Laurie is coming home from college for the weekend. No special reason, she just is. [goes upstairs]

Donna: Well, you're getting a party and best of all... it's a surprise!

Amy, to Eric: Your mom sucks at keeping secrets, but she's lovely. You should stop being an ungrateful idiot and appreciate the effort she's putting into this party.

[...]

*driveway*

Amy: So...

Donna: What?

Jackie: What are you gonna get Eric for his birthday?

Donna: I don't know, nothing seems right. I wanna give him something... special.

Amy and Jackie looked at each other, then gasped together: He kissed you!

Donna: Shh!

Amy: Donna, get in the car!

Jackie: Yes, get in the car so we can talk!

[...]

*in the car, Amy is on the back seat with her head between Jackie and Donna*

Jackie: Okay, what happened?

Amy: Tell us everything!

Donna: I'm not gonna talk to you two about this.

Amy and Jackie, at the same time: And who are you gonna talk to?

Amy and Jackie, to each other: Nice!

Donna, watching the boys play in the driveway: Okay! We get home from the Rundgren concert, and I'm sitting in the hood of the car, and I kissed him...

Jackie: French or American?

Amy: Even though everyone knows Brazilians are the best kissers...

Donna: I can't believe I'm talking to you two about this... [looks out of the window and sees them playing again] Okay! So, I lived next door to Eric my entire life and we talk about everything together, we love the same music, we love the Packers and then I kissed him and everything changed. And now I don't know if he's my boyfriend or if he's my best friend. If he's my boyfriend I lose my best friend, If I screw it up I lose my best friend and my boyfriend. Now, I have to give him his gift...

Jackie: Donna, Donna! I solved it. Get him... a scented candle.

Amy: Oh yeah, good idea.

Donna: A scented candle?

Jackie: It's practical and romantic.

Amy and Jackie: Oh, yeah.

[...]

*kitchen*

Amy: Hey, Mrs. Forman.

Kitty: Hello... young lady with an accent.

Amy: It's Amy.

Kitty, laughing: Amy... is there anything I could help you with?

Amy: Actually, I want to offer you my help.

Kitty: You want to help me?

*Amy nods*

Kitty: Oh, well. That's new.

Amy: I noticed that you're busy planning Eric's party and thought you could use some help.

Kitty, laughing: Oh honey, that's very kind of you. But wouldn't you rather spend time with the girls?

Amy: Uh... Jackie went to the mall with Donna to help her find a gift for Eric and I'm... kinda avoiding the mall.*

Kitty, understanding what she meant by that: In that case, I'd appreciate your help. Now, what do you know about American birthday parties?

Amy: Nothing really, but I know a lot about Brazilian birthday parties. See, there's a very popular candy on birthdays called brigadeiro. I can teach you the recipe.**

Kitty: Well, doesn't that sound fancy?

[...]

Kitty: Oh, Amy... this is delicious! [laughs]

Amy: I know!

Kitty: Thank you for helping me today, honey.

Amy: You're welcome, Mrs. Forman.

[...]

*basement*

Eric: Look, I know what you're all doing here.

Kelso: What are you talking about, man? We're just hanging out, like always. Except we're dressed nice, but that doesn't mean anything.

*Amy comes into the basement, wearing a red dress and a black jacket*

Amy: Let's party! [sighs] Why aren't you guys excited? I even wore my favorite dress!

Eric: Because I didn't want a party.

Amy: Oh, stop being such a pain in the ass. It's your birthday! Come on, cheer up a little. [she pulls him into a tight hug and gives him a kiss on the cheek] Happy birthday, Eric!

Amy, looking around: Why are you all staring at me? I'm Latina, I'm a hugger!

Kitty, from the stairs: Hi kids, I need your help with something. Amy, Jackie, Donna, Michael, Steven... young man with an accent, would you give me a hand? Not you Eric!

*everyone but Eric goes upstairs to help her*

Kitty: Everybody's ready? I'll call him.

*back in the basement*

Kitty: Eric, honey! Honey, could you come up here for a second? [goes upstairs again] Shut up, he's coming!

Everybody: Surprise.

[...]

Eric: Cassettes? Great, thanks, Hyde.

Hyde: You're welcome.

Amy: Open mine now.

Eric, opening the present: More cassettes? Wow, thanks, Amy.

Amy: Yeah, I didn't really know what I should give you. I was gonna give you a book, but I couldn't find an English version.*** So I thought, I'll give him some cassettes with Brazilian songs.

Kitty: Ooh, let's put them in the 8-track and play them.

[...]

Eric: Hey... it's a hot shave dispenser.

Kitty: Oh, he won't need that for a long time... a long, long time.

Midge: Of course he will, he's almost like a man.

Kitty: *kinda laughing, kinda crying*

Donna: I got you something...

Amy and Jackie: No!

Jackie: Donna, help me find my purse...

Amy: And I need help to find... my jacket?

Fez: But you are wearing it.

Amy: That's not the point, I'll lose it so Donna can help me find it.

Jackie: Donna, now!

[...]

*kitchen*

Donna: Jackie, you didn't even bring a purse... [sighs and points at Amy] And you have your jacket on.

Amy: Like I said, that's not the point!

Jackie: Duh! You can't give him your present in front of his guy friends.

Donna: I am one of his guy friends.

Amy: But you want to be his girlfriend!

Jackie: Look, Donna. I have put a lot of thought into this gift, please do not wreck this for me.

Donna, sarcastically: I'm sorry, I was being selfish.

Jackie, hugging her: It's okay...

Amy: Jackie, she was being sarcastic.

Jackie, gasping: How rude.

Amy, rolling her eyes: You know what? Go ahead, Donna. Give him a romantic gift in front of his friends, who are a bunch of assholes by the way, and his parents. He'll be embarrassed, you'll be embarrassed and it's more entertaining for us!

Donna: How come you're always right?

Amy: It's a talent of mine, you'll get used to it.

[...]

*the Pinciotti's kitchen*

Bob: Three fours, I need them.

Midge: Bob is very good at Yahtzee.

Kitty, gasping: The liquor cabinet!

Red: It's locked.

Kitty: What if there's an emergency?

Red: They'll call.

Kitty: What if they run out of chips?

Red: They'll starve.

Bob, standing up: I'm gonna fix myself a drink. Red?

Red: No... Kitty needs one.

Kitty: Well, I am just so worried– [motorcycle noise] Oh my lord, Laurie's leaving.

Red: Oh honey, she's in college. She doesn't wanna hang around with them.

Kitty: Well, maybe I should make a call, just in case–

Red, reaching for the phone before her: Kitty... what could happen?

Kitty: What could happen? [pause] Well, plenty could happen. Oh, plenty!

[...]

*fantasy sequence, Forman's living room*

Donna: Now that the adults are gone, we can be as bad as we want!

Jackie: Who wants to give Eric a venereal disease?!

Kelso: Hey, look... coasters!

Hyde: Forget coasters!

Eric: Please fellas, my mom put out coasters for a reason...

Hyde: I think I'm gonna put my drink directly on the furniture, that way it will leave a ring!

Eric: NOOO! Why oh why didn't I begged my mother to stay?

Amy: Oh shut up gringo, have some of my country's exotic food while we listen to samba!

Fez: Quiet you silly Americans, I'm on a long-distance call on your parent's phone.

Eric: But that's immoral.

Fez: Ha, in my country of... wherever it is I am from, I can never tell... morals get in the of a good, dirty time. But first, I need to eat some chips... What? Out of chips? Now I am mad, I must shoot something! [pulls out the gun]

Eric: Not the littlest hobo!

[...]

*Forman's kitchen*

Jackie: Wait on the porch, and I'll get Eric.

Donna: It's dark out there.

Jackie: And you're giving him a candle, yeah?!

Amy, shaking her head: Poor Donna, so young and naive.

Jackie: Here, matches.

Donna: He might not want to light it.

Jackie: Don't say that...

Amy: Don't even think it!

Jackie: Now, when he opens it, he'll say cool... or something. And then, you give him a look... like this. [demonstrates]

Amy: Oh no, honey. Don't do that, it won't shine on you. [to Jackie] Jackie, it's Donna, the same girl who wanted to give Eric his gift in front of everybody.

Donna: I'm right here.

Jackie, shaking her head along with Amy: She's right though, don't do that.

[...]

*living room*

Fez: So, what did you get from Donna?

Eric: Nothing yet.

Kelso: Oh... maybe it's the big gift. You know the really big gift. You guys... know what I'm saying when I say the big gift, right?

Hyde: Yeah, we got it... and we got it.

Fez: I'm not even from here and I got it.

*Amy and Jackie come into the living room*

Jackie: Oh Eric... Donna's on the porch.

Amy: She's waiting for you.

Kelso: He's getting the big gift!

[...]

*Amy, Jackie, Fez, Hyde, and Kelso are spying on Eric and Donna*

Jackie: This is it, he's going for it.

Kelso: Uh-huh, it's his birthday, she should kiss him first.

Jackie: She did the last time.

Fez, Hyde, and Kelso: What?

Amy: Shut up, Jackie.

Jackie: Nothing... shut up and watch.

Hyde: Come on Forman, go for it.

Eric, from outside: The door is open, we can hear you... We can see you!

*everyone hides*

Fez: Is he kissing her?

Hyde: None of us can see them, Fez.

Fez: Eric, are you kissing her?

Amy: Since you can hear me... Donna, I told you not to give him the look, it doesn't shine on you.

*Donna closes the sliding door*

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* I don't know if it's clear, but Amy's family is broke.

** Brigadeiro is a little ball made of chocolate, and it's just THAT good.

*** That's actually true, but the English version of the book I chose was only released in 1988.

[kestrelliddel]

Sati kinda playing Little Nightmares

(Waking up)

Sati: Ok, I am a small child. Or a very small adult.

*running*

Sati: AH, OH, GOD! THERE ARE TINY THINGS! THEY MIGHT KILL ME! AH, NO!

Nemesis: *off-camera* They're harmless! You can hug 'em!

Sati: *flips her off*

(Shoe monster)

Sati: I did not pay for this trauma! I paid for fun!

Nemesis: *d e a d*

Sati: *just pure terror and screaming*

*dies*

Sati: AAAHHH!! NNNOOO!!

(The Janitor is chasing Six x1)

Sati: *s c r e a m*

Sati: Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh, god! OH, GOD!

Sati: *s c r e a m s even more*

Sati: *p a n i c*

Nemesis: *laughing her a** off off-camera*

(Janitor chase scene x2)

Sati: I wish to kill this man.

Nemesis: Pre- *laughing* Pretend he's Karchess!

Sati: I will!

*pulling the metal*

Sati: Come on, come on. You can do it.

*first time down*

Sati: Again.

Nemesis: Frankly, I don't think she has the power to do it again.

Sati: Shut up.

*Janitor dies*

Sati: YES! LET'S GO, BOYS!

Nemesis: I am literally right here.

Sati: F*** you.

(Rat time)

Sati: Sh**, I'm hungry.

Nemesis: I'll get something. Let me know what you want.

Sati: Not me, the child. The child is hungry.

Nemesis: *pointing* There's a rat.

Sati: I will not eat the rat. Oh, sh**, I can't jump. F**k, f**k this.

Nemesis: I have no words.

Six: *eats the rat*

Sati: Ew, gross.

(Kitchen time)

Sati: Oh, god. That thing is ugly~~!!

Nemesis: It looks like a chef. I think that's what it is.

Sati: Look, you can either sit there and distract me, or you can shut up. Take your pick.

Nemesis: I'll....I'll sit here and *distract* you.

Sati: Shut up.

Nemesis: Never.

Sati: *speechless*

*sneaks past*

Sati: I need a key. Oh, a shelf.

*Six climbs the shelf; knocks over the stuff*

Nemesis: You're loud.

Sati: Be quiet, Miss Sniper.

Nemesis: ........no.

(In the bedroom)

Sati: *knocks over the teapot* AH! NO!

Nemesis: Chill.

*crouching next to the stand*

Chef 2: *walks out*

Chef 2: *weird noise*

Sati: *runs* AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Nemesis: *coming into frame* This man is weak.

Six: *dies*

Sati: *demon screech*

(Take two)

Six: *makes it under the bed safely*

Sati: *hyperventilating*

Nemesis: Let me take over.

Sati: No.

(Insert the rest of the chapter here)

(The Chefs' chase scene)

Sati: *s c r e e c h*

Nemesis: Run straight. Slide. Keep going. Get onto the box. Wait, no, don't jump over! NO!

Six: *flings herself off the Maw*

Sati: *p a n i c*

Nemesis: Try again.

*he eventually makes it past that scene*

(Guest area)

Sati: Well, hello there, pretty lady.

Nemesis: We are not sure if that's a lady. Remember, you thought Karchess was a woman.

Sati: F**k off, Nemi.

Nemesis: You can go f**k yourself, old man.

Sati: Maybe I will~~!!

Nemesis: .....gross.

(Jumping on the lights*

Six: *dies x10*

Nemesis: Wow, you are bad at this.

Sati: I'd like to see you try.

Nemesis: *takes the controls* Ok, I will.

Sati: Wait, Nemi, no.

(Guest table scene)

Sati: Imma drag this over here, hop up, and run.

Nemesis: That might not work.

*it works*

Nemesis: .......screw you, game.

Six: *misses the jump*

*ear-shattering scream from Sati*

Nemesis: I'll do it.

*it actually works*

(Chase scene 1)

Sati: I can do this! I did it!

Nemesis: *clapping sarcastically* Yay. You didn't commit the murder of a small child. Whoo.

Sati: I will murder you.

Nemesis: You love me.

Sati: I love Gumina. Not you.

Nemesis: Nice.

(The Lady comes back)

Sati: She's pretty. I want to *censored to keep this book semi-safe*

Nemesis: ...........

Nemesis: ...........

Nemesis: *pulls out gun* That's it. I'm going to kill you now.

Sati: WAIT! NO!

(Chase scene ensues)

(Back to the game)

(In the Lady's room)

Nemesis: *turns volume up* That's pretty. She sounds like Banica or Kayo.

Sati: *totally not thinking of Lukana or Maylis* Mmm, definitely.

Nemesis: Well, we have to *kill* her and run.

Sati: Stop being an assassin for two seconds, please and thank you.

Nemesis: Ok.

(Mirror time)

Sati: HOW LONG WILL THIS LAST, BECAUSE I AM DONE WITH THIS GAME!!!!!!

Nemesis: Probably Six times. That's a common theme in this game.

The Lady: *dies*

Six: *becomes a little sh** and eats her*

Nemesis: Cool, she's dead.

Sati: NNNNNOOOOOO, THE PRETTY LADY!!!!!!!!

Nemesis: *knocks him out*

Nemesis: *looking to the camera* Don't tell anyone what I did.

(Game ends)

Sati: Huh? What happened?

Nemesis: Dude, you beat the game and blacked out. I had to sit through the credits by myself. That was lame.

Sati: Sorry.

Nemesis: It's ok. I just played on my phone.

Sati: Wait a minute, I don't remember the endi-

Nemesis: Peace out. Bye.

Total number of deaths in all: 26. (I just didn't write every one out.)

Total time: 3 hours and 31 minutes.

Man, this is long. Lol. I had fun with this.

[tsrookie]

Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie