I have finally acquired the Pact Ring, and I have to say... it really sucks that like half or more of the “explicitly romantic” options... still aren’t very romantic. Like some of them are great! Seadall and Pandreo have WONDERFUL “S” ranks, and Goldmary’s is plenty romantic even if I don’t personally care for her. But then there are others like Diamant where the dialogue tries SO HARD to dial down the romance despite the event being proposal-coded to hell and back. And he’s far from the only example, IMO, even if he’s perhaps the most notable and/or jarring.

In general I think this game restricted the romance options too much (Alear is supposedly 17. Why are OTHER 17 year-olds “too young”?) but they could have at least let all the romantic options ACTUALLY BE romantic. Is it really too much to ask for actual love confessions?

incendiary | 1 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 3.8k of ~23k / 1 of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters 

notes: A HUGE thank you to my sensitivity readers @cat-slippered​ and @darkenedniqhts​. They’re both incredible writers and lovely human beings, please check their fics out!! Please see my notes in the fic masterpost for more!

DRUNK COLLEGE STUDENT ABSOLUTELY OWNS PRO-QUIRK BIGOT | REACTION Mika Reacts · 2.14M subscribers 7 hours ago · 15:39 · 1,083,076 views Description Hey guys, today on my channel we are reacting to one of the funniest interactions I have ever seen. An unidentified woman walks past a group of QRAs shouting slogans… [SHOW MORE]

Idk who this girl is but she didn’t need a quirk to put this man in a coffin RIP yeetus deletus 6 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

“my guy out here with a pencil-sharpening quirk and he thinks he’s genetically superior” absolutely sent me Hisa Ota 2 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.1k [Thumbs Down]

↗ Trending Now: Watch as tipsy college student argues with angry “quirk rights activist”, totally annihilates him Marie Honda, Staff Reporter On Friday afternoon, a small group of self-described “quirk rights activists” gathered on the southeast campus of Musutafu University, to spread awareness of their group’s core ideologies. They believed they were in for an afternoon of debate and discussion and pamphlet distribution. What they didn’t expect was one drunk passerby… [READ MORE]

Musutafu University @musutafu_u_official At this time, MU has no comment on the incident occurring on southeast campus on Friday evening at approximately 7 PM. More will be discussed at the administrator town hall on Monday at 4 PM. All welcome to attend.

jelly beanz @greenhopp replying to @musutafu_u_official drunk girl for prime minister 2X74

Akihiro Endo | Class of 2X74 @endoaki replying to @musutafu_u_official while i don’t agree with the QRA protestors, i don’t think the way this girl handled things was all that appropriate. all are entitled to their opinions under the law.

kirishima eijirou if ur reading this i’m single @ell3_bell3 replying to @endoaki and @musutafu_u_official boy shut the fuck up. somebody tell drunk girl to come get this guy too.

Detective Tanaka was far too chipper, you thought, for a man relaying a death threat to you.

His white teeth flashed brightly between his upturned lips, his voice light and airy, as though he was delivering a list of specials at a diner, rather than a slew of threats against your safety. His neatly combed hair and the starched collar of his uniform did little to shatter the illusion, and his badge, polished within an inch of its life and clipped fastidiously to his pocket, winked at you under the fluorescent lighting.

His office was similarly immaculate. His paperwork had been tucked away into well-dusted filing cabinets or organized into careful piles on his desk. Next to them were several tidy little portraits of a clean-cut family spaced two inches apart, and a small bowl near your guest chair held an assortment of peppermints and hard caramel candies.

Detective Tanaka probably thought it was all very reassuring. But there was nothing reassuring about the situation you’d found yourself in.

“I’m afraid your image and your personal details are already in circulation,” the detective said, typing something out quickly on his keyboard. Then he turned back to you, revealing his teeth in another blinding smile.

You suppressed a grimace. You were, unfortunately, already well aware of this fact.

This morning, you’d awoken to a dry mouth, a pounding headache, and phone buzzing with approximately three thousand texts. Almost none of them were from numbers you knew, and all of them contained deeply mystifying messages.

Hundreds of variations of “quirkless QWEEN” and “send those mfs to the shadow realm!!” choked your inbox, along with a light smattering of “will you come to my prom” and “are you single?? asking for a friend.” More concerningly, there were a few less-than-friendly missives, containing what appeared to be thinly-veiled threats against your life.

You’d had absolutely no idea what the fuck was going on, until your RA had knocked on your door and you’d blearly fallen out of bed to let her in. She’d informed you that university security was here to escort you down to several police officers waiting outside, which had taken you aback.

You’d asked her if she was looking for your roommate instead—who was the likelier of you two to have anything to do with the police—and she’d just whipped out her phone and hit play on a very loud, very horrifying youtube video documenting the events of your evening last night.

Events in which you engaged in a very drunk, very passionate verbal altercation with several pro-quirk bigots.

Events which had apparently garnered several million views in the time it took you to sleep off the worst of your hangover. Events which had apparently also garnered the attention of some of the more unsavory elements of the internet.

And then matters had become all too clear.

“Some of our operatives monitoring online political hotbeds have noticed a spike of activity surrounding the release of the video,” Detective Tanaka said. For the first time, his smile dimmed and the tiniest wrinkle of worry creased his brow. “There has been a threat issued to your university that we believe is linked to an individual within these communities. If so, it constitutes a credible threat to your life.”

You stared at him, alarmed, though you couldn’t quite find the words for the questions you had for him.

What was a person supposed to say in a situation like this? What kind of information did you need to know? How likely were you to be targeted by a threat deemed “credible”? And how were you supposed to go about protecting yourself now that all your details were out there?

You had, of course, had your fair share of unfortunate encounters before. Growing up without a quirk meant that remarks of an unsavory nature had often been lobbed at you, your school career a series of small, sweaty hands pushing you down into a sandbox, a sidewalk, the side of a locker. As you’d gotten older, things had mostly settled, though you'd encountered even more vicious comments anytime you tweeted anything remotely related to your quirklessness.

But certainly nothing on the level of a real-life, credible death threat. You didn’t know what the appropriate behavior was here.

“Do you know who this person is?” you asked, picking nervously at a stray thread on your jeans.

Detective Tanaka nodded. “We believe so. But I’d rather discuss the finer points once your security detail arrives.”

Your fingers stilled. “Security detail?”

He smiled again. “Yes, in fact they should be arriving here any moment. We’ve arranged a safe house for you in collaboration with their office. We intend to keep you very safe.”

It was probably stupid of you, but you felt yourself straightening up in your seat, frowning. The concept seemed absurd, something out of a crime show. “Um, safe house? Detective, I have classes—I’m like a month out from finals.”

Detective Tanaka fixed you with a slightly less brilliant smile. This seemed to be his idea of a reproachful look. “Miss L/N. I understand you take your academics seriously but it would be a risk to you and the other students to continue to house you in the dorms. Your professors have been contacted and we are arranging virtual attendance for the remainder of your courses. If all goes well, you will not miss any of your classes.”

You shifted uncomfortably, but you bit your tongue. You supposed dialing into your lectures wasn’t the worst option. Spending your afternoons overheating in the cramped rooms of the humanities building certainly wasn’t worth getting murked for, you could admit. Still, if they thought you were going to punk out one month out from finally, finally earning your degree...

Well, you would have to see exactly what this security detail entailed. You imagined another clean-cut officer like Tanaka, parading around behind you everywhere, dazzling your unnamed enemies into submission with his blinding smile.

Detective Tanaka gave you another reassuring grin, misinterpreting your silence. “I assure you that you will be in good hands.”

You gave him a tight smile, and an awkward silence descended over the office. You took a sip of the water he’d brought you to keep yourself occupied, and hopefully wash down some of your nerves. The detective clacked away at his keyboard, the plastic rattle of the keys stark in the sudden quiet of the room. Somewhere in the precinct, a phone rang, and a pair of boots clicked past the door.

You wracked your brain again for any memory of what had happened last night, but little came to you. You could only glimpse events as you’d seen them on your RA’s phone—an outsider’s perspective, not your own. The only flicker of a memory was a the shift of a striped polo, blue and green—one of the QRAs’, you thought—and a surge of white hot anger, climbing up your chest, into your throat, and then—and then—

A sharp rap at the door made you jump.

Detective Tanaka looked up from his keyboard, calling brightly, “Come in!” Then he turned to you, another toothpaste commercial smile on his mouth. “As promised, we’re leaving you in excellent hands.”

You whipped around to watch the newcomer enter.

Excellent hands was apparently code for Hakamata Tsunagu—perhaps better known as pro hero Best Jeanist. He swanned into the office, instantly recognizable even without his hero costume. He was tall in person, with long, stick-thin limbs—almost like an insect—his hair swept to the side and gelled into his trademark yellow-blonde helmet. Long eyelashes fanned over the tops of his cheeks, while the bottom of his face was tucked into a prim, expensive looking scarf. He wore a light peacoat and—no surprise—a pair of boot cut jeans.

You felt your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, shocked that your case required involvement from the number three hero. Your stomach churned—was this situation even worse that you had understood? Just who had issued this death threat?

Best Jeanist’s eyes wandered from Detective Tanaka down to your face, a crisp voice issuing from the folds of his scarf. “Pleased to meet you, Miss L/N, though the circumstances are unfortunate. I want to reassure you that Genius Office will keep you safe, and we’ve put one of our top heroes at your disposal.”

Some of your pooling panic instantly evaporated. Ah, so Best Jeanist was here on behalf of his agency, not because he would be watching you himself.

Still concerning, obviously, but not as alarming as you had initially assumed. You opened your mouth to ask more about who your security detail would be, when you realized that there was another person crowding the doorway behind Best Jeanist—

—and he was peering over Jeanist’s shoulder, wearing possibly the pissiest expression you had ever seen on a person before.

Even in what appeared to be his street clothes—shredded jeans and a dark, high-collared jacket—that riot of ashy blonde hair and signature scowl was entirely unmistakable. Bakugou Katsuki, known professionally as pro hero Dynamight, stalked into the room, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the pictures on Detective Tanaka’s desk rattle. He shoved himself up against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, and glared at Detective Tanaka with enough heat to burn a bald patch right into the detective’s perfectly-combed black hair.

“Speak for yourself, Jeanist,” he growled, tamping a boot sulkily against the ground. “Some of us have better shit to do than babysit some loudmouth little girl.”

Immediately, your blood pressure skyrocketed. Your imaginings of a neatly-combed, immaculately primped security detail shattered.

Bakugou Katsuki was known as something of Japan’s anti-sweetheart, a media bad boy whose absurd good looks did little to blunt the knife of his irascible attitude and lack of social graces. He’d graduated UA the same time you’d graduated from your own high school, and he’d immediately set about becoming a public menace—nuking whatever villains and whichever social conventions he could get his hands on.

He’d been quickly climbing the charts regardless; people alternately loved to hate him and hated to love him. It was clear his manner was no sweeter in person than it was on screen.

This was your security detail?

“Some of us do, yes,” Best Jeanist said passively. “Unfortunately you cannot count yourself among that number."

Bakugou let out a dismissive noise, scuffing a heavy boot on the ground. "I'm here to get the brat out but then I'm gone. I'm not wasting my time on dumb shit like this."

Best Jeanist’s long eyelashes fluttered in a way that suggested annoyance. “I might remind you that you are not head of this agency. And this dumb shit is your job, which you will do, unless you’d prefer that Genius Office hire a contractor to take your place.” He paused, in a way that you gathered was more for effect than anything else. “I’ve heard Midoriya Izuku is looking to diversify the kinds of operations that he takes on, it might be a good opportunity to—”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Bakugou spat.

Best Jeanist’s eyebrows went up. “Wouldn’t I?”

A muscle jumped in Bakugou’s jaw, hot eyes staring Best Jeanist down. “Fucking—”

A cough from Detective Tanaka’s direction drew your attention back to him. “Is there—will there be a problem, gentlemen?”

Best Jeanist blew out a breath, then turned back to the detective, gracefully seating himself in a guest chair at your side. “There will not be. Genius Office relishes every opportunity to help civilians in need.” He said the last part somewhat sharply, turning back to Bakugou.

Bakugou’s mouth curled disdainfully, and he looked about two seconds from blowing a hole right through the wall. After a long, tense moment, he pushed himself off the plaster, throwing himself into the chair on your other side.

You stiffened with awareness of him, your brain swimming with half-formed questions and concerns. Bakugou had never seemed exactly pleasant, in your opinion, but his spitting, snarling disdain for this assignment was concerning. Why exactly was he so opposed to sitting security detail if that was his job? What did he disdain so much?

You peered at him out of the corner of your eye, his proximity somehow making him more physical, dimensional. Best Jeanist, too, seemed so much more real seated next to you, gesturing for the detective to go on, his movements so much more spidery in person. You could hear the irritated rustle of Bakugou’s jacket next to you, and a booted foot tapped impatiently on the linoleum.

Detective Tanaka rifled through one of the neat piles of paperwork on his desk, producing three packets which he handed to each of you. A photograph stared out at you from the top sheet, printed in color. It was a man, relatively plain looking, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked to be in his early thirties, clean shaven, with a neatly kept appearance. There was nothing that stood out about him to you, except the slightest twist to his mouth, almost disdainful, as though he’d been captured in the middle of a nasty thought about the photographer.

“This is the individual we believe is targeting Miss L/N,” the detective said. “His name is Matsui Mamoru. He’s a member of several online quirk supremacist communities and our initial linguistic analyses pattern-match his posts quite closely to the death threat that Miss L/N’s university received.”

An unsettled feeling swirled in your stomach and you peered more closely at the photograph.

So, this was the kind of man who had it out for you. This was the kind of asshole who’d set you off last night, the kind who dismissed you and the other twenty percent of the population as nothing more than a weak, subhuman class of bottom feeders.

Bakugou made a noise next to you, drawing your gaze to him. Up close he was even more good-looking, all rumpled blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, and blazing hot eyes. Even his scowl sat prettily on his mouth, and the sight of it annoyed you. He looked like he thought everyone was beneath him, too. It wouldn’t surprise you if he harbored some of the same contempt for you that Matsui did–maybe that’s why he was so adamant in his refusal to be your security detail.

“Looks like a skinny fucking twerp to me,” Bakugou said. “Why not just bag him and be done with it?”

“Linguistic analysis is only enough to flag a target,” Detective Tanaka said. “It’s somewhat error-prone and therefore cannot be used as the sole basis for an arrest.” He shifted the pens around on his desk. “And I assure you, Mr. Matsui may look like your average salaryman, but he has a dangerous background. He boasts a powerful emitter-type quirk capable of creating a towering wall of flame. It's why we contacted your office.”

Your stomach fluttered with nerves, but Bakugou let out a barking laugh. “Sounds just like some asshole I know. When do we get to crush him?”

The detective eyed him apprehensively. “Ideally, you will not come into contact with the suspect.”

Best Jeanist peered over the top of your head at Bakugou. “The police force has contracted us to provide a safe house for Miss L/N to be removed to, until the threat can be properly contained. As Mr. Matsui’s quirk is particularly powerful, we will also allocate one of our hero staff to accompany Miss L/N. That would be you.”

Bakugou growled. “Absolutely not. I’m not sitting on my ass playing nursemaid to this fucking brat.”

Your temper flared, and your headache made itself known in your temples again. That was the second time he’d talked shit about you, right in front of you.

“Okay, this fucking brat has a name, dude,” you snapped irritably. “And I’d also like for you to stop discussing me as if I’m not even here.”

All three sets of eyes shifted in your direction, Bakugou’s gaze spearing you with military precision. He’d cultivated a reputation for intensity, and you were quickly discovering it was well-founded. Had you been standing, you might have taken a step back from the sheer force of his scorn.

“Pipe the fuck down, princess,” he said, mouth curling. “Running your mouth’s what got you into trouble in the first place, ain’t it?”

Your blood went molten in your veins and you had to grip your chair to stop you from launching yourself at him. This was exactly the type of dickhead who had provoked you in the first place. He probably was exactly like Matsui–some asshole with an overpowered quirk, looking down his nose at anyone he considered lesser, anyone he considered weak.

Come to think of it, he was probably fucking rooting for the guy. Maybe he was so opposed to this assignment because he didn’t want to get in Matsui’s way. Maybe he thought you deserved to be quirked into your next lifetime.

Your blood simmered.

“I want a different security detail,” you managed tightly. “Not some meathead with canons for arms.”

Bakugou’s gaze grew hotter, and he opened his mouth to retort, but a careful touch at your shoulder jerked your attention to Best Jeanist.

“Bakugou is a handful, but he’s the strongest asset our agency has that’s not currently out on assignment. He can and he will keep you safe.” The last part seemed aimed at Bakugou again.

Bakugou made a tch noise in his throat. “Give her to Monoma or some shit. I’ll hunt this Matsui guy down myself.”

You scoffed. Hunt him down to shake his hand, probably.

Best Jeanist’s fingers twitched on your shoulder. “As Detective Tanaka has already discussed, Matsui is under watch and not to be brought in until we can safely confirm the threat. Bakugou, you will accept this assignment or you can consider your contract terminated. And I will contract Midoriya Izuku to take this case on behalf of the agency instead. It’s your choice.”

Detective Tanaka stopped fiddling with the pens on his desk. Outside, footsteps clacked down the hall, and a door shut across the hall, a dull thud in the sudden silence of the room.

You could have cut the tension with a knife. You weren’t looking in Bakugou’s direction, but you could almost feel how stiff he was next to you, one hand clenched tightly on his thigh in your peripheral vision. He seemed so adamant, so inherently opposed to this–for a moment, you were convinced he was going to refuse, consequences be damned.

“Fucking—fine,” Bakugou ground out, sounding like he’d had almost had to vomit the words up. “That fucking nerd couldn’t do shit anyways.”

You didn’t much like the conclusion this was coming to, much preferring the sound of this Monoma guy Bakugou had proposed. “Actually, I’d rather not—”

Best Jeanist rounded on you next, a hard glint in his eye. You leaned back a little, feeling like a toddler about to be scolded by her father. “Bakugou is the best protection we can offer you. It would be best if you were patient. Understand this is for the best.”

His cutting tone left no room for disagreement.

Slowly, you nodded, though you doubted protection was the first thing on Bakugou’s agenda. First degree murder looked more like it was in your cards than anything.

“I—fine, okay. Fine,” you acquiesced. “Fine. If you think so. But I still don’t like it,” you added childishly.

Bakugou most likely couldn’t actually murder you when he was on assignment. Probably. But that didn’t mean you fully trusted him to keep you as safe as someone else might. You’d have to watch your own back, too.

Best Jeanist subsided, looking satisfied. He turned back to Bakugou. “You’ll want to take Miss L/N to her dorm to collect her things. I’ll arrange transportation to the safe house and wrap things up here.”

Bakugou was silent a long moment before he nodded begrudgingly. Detective Tanaka ruffled his papers anxiously, his smile back, but strained. He looked like he’d never looked forward to anything more than the moment that Bakugou Katsuki exited his office.

Bakugou muttered something under his breath and got to his feet, turning to you. “Come on, brat. You heard him, we’re getting your shit.”

You wanted to disagree on principle, but Best Jeanist’s eyes were cold on your back, and the promise of escaping this office was too good. You suddenly longed for the familiarity of your squashy dorm room, and you couldn’t scramble out of your chair fast enough. You followed Bakugou’s broad back to the door, taking deep, calming breaths.

Anything was better than being murdered, you repeated to yourself. And it wouldn’t be for long. You could be patient and wait things out.

It was fine.

Only a couple days of this, maybe, and they’d catch Matsui.

Only a couple days and you’d be free of Bakugou Katsuki.

hq bois in gray sweats p 5 (900 followers event)

a/n: only 2 more parts left!! and then onto my next project hehe. i hope yall are enjoying this! also i kinda got carried away with suna and i didn’t feel like shortening it so his is unnecessarily long. characters: suna x reader, osamu x reader warnings: bois in gray sweats, random drunk girl, exhibitionism, car sex implications, osamu in an apron and sweats party party yeah, kitchen sex

part 6 | part 8

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⇾ suna can be a little lazy and this was very apparent with your late night runs ⇾ they happened more often that he liked but because he loved you, you always managed to convince him to tag along whatever adventure you had planned ⇾ hence, you saw him in his sweats a lot to the point that your feelings of them changed from horny to YES ADVENTURE TIME ⇾ it was 2 am, you never really saw anyone at the convenience store at that time and you didn’t think this time was any different ⇾ until you heard a drunk girl laughing obscenely loud, finding her pushing herself onto your uninterested boyfriend ⇾ bless his soul for being kind enough not to drop her on her face, but you weren’t that kind as you pulled him away and ignored her scream as she fell over

“We still need to pay for this babe,” Suna said nonchalantly as he let you pull him. You let out a small groan and redirected to the cashier. Your foot tapped unconsciously as you stood next to your boyfriend who took his sweet time paying for everything. Suna was amused by your reaction and wanted to see how far he could push you. You grabbed the bag off the counter and headed back to the car to wait. Yes the two of you could have walked over, but Suna never felt comfortable with you walking so late at night even if he was with you. From where you were in the parking lot, you could see the girl struggling to get up in her heels, trying to make her way over to Suna who was dragging his feet as he headed over to you. You knew he was trying your patience, it was one of his favorite games - so much so, people would think he’s the brat in the relationship. He placed the bags in the backseat of the car before getting into the driver's seat. He didn’t start the car, but turned to face you instead. “Are you mad?” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go home.” “You’re mad.” “I’m not mad. Let’s just go.” You looked up and saw the girl watching the two of you from the store. “What’s her problem?” you asked annoyed. Suna chuckled. “Why are you so concerned with her anyways?” You turned to glare at Suna. It seemed that he was trying to test you real hard tonight. “Because she gave you her number!” You scrambled in your seat, moving so you were in Suna’s lap. You weren’t going to let that random drunk girl ruin your night as you began to kiss your boyfriend aggressively and possessively. If she was going to watch the two of you, you were ready to give her a show. Suna changed the seat settings so there was more space for you, groaning in your mouth as you ground down onto him. Your lips trailed down his jaw and his neck, leaving purple marks as you worked him. His head fell back onto the headrest while one hand tangled in your hair and the other one squeezed your ass. You felt his hips buck into you when you sucked on his sensitive spot and smirked. “I won’t hold back if you keep going babe.” He couldn’t stop his moan when he felt your hand slip under his sweats and rub his slit. “Who said I wanted you to hold back?”

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⇾ is this gonna be basic? mayhaps ⇾ yall cook together a lot because osamu sees it as a nice ‘bonding time’ activity - it’s used to vent or catch up if the two of you have been busy, or even a stress relief time for you ⇾ cooking together rarely leads to sex (when one of you is cooking alone that’s a different story) but seeing him in nothing but his sweats and an apron, as opposed to being fully clothes, was really doing it for you with his back muscles fully on display for you ⇾ but even with you growing more and more wet, neither of you ruined the workflow with occasional talk breaking long moments of silence ⇾ at one point, you were in osamu’s way but instead of playfully moving you out of the way like he normally did, you felt him press up behind you and reach above you to grabbed whatever he needed from the cabinet ⇾ you could feel his dick on your ass and after placing whatever he grabbed on the counter, he gripped your hips and grinded into you even harder

You gripped the countertop to hold yourself steady as you closed your eyes and exhaled. You already knew where this was going despite it being such a rare occurrence and honestly, you weren’t ready for it. “Samu,” you whispered, unable to speak louder. His lips ghosted over your neck, moving up to the shell of your ear. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me with that look in your eyes, baby girl.” He gently tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth. One of his hands left your hip and wrapped around your throat, not cutting off your circulation but forcing you to look up at him. “I haven’t been able to get the image of you on your knees, tears falling down your cheeks, and your swollen lips wrapped around my dick since we started.” “The food -” “We can order delivery.” He turned you around and seated you on the counter with ease, his lips on you in seconds as he simultaneously turned off the stove. His kisses were hungry and all you could do was give in at that point. Your hands found the ties of his apron and undid them. Osamu pulled away for a moment so you could pull the fabric off him and he was right back on you the second it was gone. He pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and, with your help, removed your clothing from your waist down. “I thought you wanted me on my knees?” you asked with an eyebrow raised as he sank down onto his.  Osamu spread your legs apart further. “I’m hungry.” His lips found your clit immediately and sucked harshly, causing you to moan loudly. You knew you were in for a long night now.

Chapter 16

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 2, 486

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 16:  There goes, freedom of choice

“Hush hush don’t make noise, they are in deep slumber” Jin hissed under his breath signaling others to stop shuffling their feet or making any kind of voice that might wake the lovebird up.

“I am not making any noise, you have been talking non stop” the younger boy scolded his hyung with a deep frown.

Unfazed Yoongi pushed the older boy off from the front door, pushing the key into the hole and within a second the door clicked open. Others let out a low snort disagreed with his action but of course Yoongi was ignorant to the core.

“Yah Min Suga.. Get back here” as soon as Yoongi opened the door and stepped inside everyone got cold feet not knowing how to react. They might be witnessing something unexpected or more like they expected that thing however being a nosy sonyeodan, they still wanted to see it with their naked eyes.

Hoseok clasped his hand together followed with a holy prayer “Dear lord, please don’t let us witness any naked human being inside. Even though we may still sin after watching hentai , we are not ready to see the real deal inside. Amen” he chanted it all over again while following others entering the room.

If Jimin found out they invaded his space without his consent every single soul in this room would be dead by dawn. Reaching for the light, Yoongi turned it on only to be welcomed by a sleeping Jimin and Yeoul under the thick duvet.

Judging from the clothes scattered on the floor, their assumption was right.

“So they had sex” Jin facepalmed dramatically.

"Dont be dramatic when you expected this" Namjoon scolded.

“This is wrong, Jimin hyung will be mad if he finds out we are here” Jungkook flushed at the sight and quickly exited the room. The golden maknae could not stop his racing heart since it was his first time to see a grown up man and woman under a duvet together when it was crystal clear why they’re under the duvet in the first place.

What a wild imagination you got there Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung nodded in agreement “Chim would not like it. I am following Kookie…” with that he walked out leaving the hyungs inside.

“Okay I swear this is not my fault, I told you I can wait until they are fully awake to get my phone. This is your idea Jin hyung” Hoseok flailed his arms and whispered dangerously low. They did not want to wake the predator up, carnivore Jimin.

Jimin stirred in his sleep, pulling Yeoul close to his body as the four men froze in their spot while watching the younger guy closely. His head perked up after hearing such commotion in the room “What the hell…” he lowly groan.

“Shit..”Namjoon mumbled lowly, nudging Hoseok side urging him to take his phone quick so they could leave the room at this instant.

“Park Jimin wake up, we need to head out in few hours. Your written statement is much needed to fix the mess” unbothered Yoongi shook him up with his foot.

His eyes shot open as soon as he realized the voice he heard did not come from his dream, the members were in his room for real to witness his after sex urm face, just what were on their mind? Jimin pulled the duvet carefully covering Yeoul’s bare body, and he slowly turned his head to face the wolf pact.

“Finally you decide to open your eyes”

“I thought you are up for another round” Yoongi snickered sarcastically.

His brows burrowed deeply, as he dangled one leg out giving the latter a light kick on his calf earning a low grunt from him. “Bloody hell, why are you guys here? Get out!” he jeered.

“Ughh it is Jin hyung ideas, he wanted to use the reason of taking my phone just to check on you” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Hey hey don’t push the loads on me. It is not just me all of you are dying to know too” he called in annoyance.

“I don’t give a damn whose idea this is. So leave before you embarrassed Yeoul” Jimin glanced at sleeping Yeoul hoping that she would not be awake. Knowing Yeoul, their presence would cause her to lock herself in room for days.

“Guys lets leave before Yeoul wakes up, you don’t want to scare her” Namjoon reasoned. He gave Jin a hard stare tugging mommy Jin out the room before he argued. Guess, bickering was his real talent after all putting his misery in dancing behind.

Giving Jimin an apologetic look, Hoseok lips pursed into a slight pout before leaving the room with his phone.

“Okay Yoongi hyung are you planning to leave or not?” Yoongi lazily approached Jimin as he bent down to match his height.

With a playful smirk, he patted the top of his head “You could have tell me that you need a private moment with Yeoul. Great job Park Jims, guess you are still alive” he cooed.

Jimin gawked at the older boy disbelief as he watched his body disappeared from his vision, shutting the door close “Crazy hyungs” he exasperated a deep sigh. His attention was back on the sleeping girl in his arm, the smile returned on his face.

‘Gorgeous even in her sleep’ he mentally groaned with a big fat smile on his face.

A flash of memory of their intimate session gushed into his mind. It felt too good to be truth,and most importantly it was not just a mere dream. Yeoul and him were officially back together just like they used too.

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  Hello this is Park Jimin,

First, I apologize for stepping out late when I am well aware of the rumor that has been circulating around causes an uproar and has tremendously affect Bangtan’s image.

Most importantly to my baby armys, I feel regretful and apologized to everyone who has been upset by my huge mistake. I am sorry for disappointing you Armys. I have no words to excuse myself.

I, Park Jimin is admitting to all the rumors to be true. Park Minyeol is my biological son.

Five years ago, I dated a girl whom I loved dearly. As a result of our careless rendezvous, an innocent kid was born. What was done could not be undone but I regretted our immature decision five years ago for breaking up without knowing the existence of the baby. I deserved to be punished.

Through this incident, I once again offer my apologies to my parents, my company, my members, our lovely Armys who have been supporting and believing in me since day one, and not to forget to the one i scarred the most Na Yeoul and Park Minyeol. I have let everyone down and hurt everyone.

I know a mere word is not enough to fix a broken heart but to make up for all the damages done to everyone and to return everyone’s support, I will continue to work hard to become a good son, a better version of Bangtan Sonyeodan’s member, and a good father to Minyeol.

I will reflect on what I have done again and I promise to become a better person in the future.

Thank you for the overwhelming support from lovely Armys, please continue to love us. Please do not blame others because I am responsible for all the troubles experienced by the members. I am sorry again for betraying your trust and breaking the promise that we made together. I hope you will continue to support and love us.

To my members, thank you for staying beside me. I promise to be a better friend in the future, thank you and I love you.

Lastly, I hope you will support and respect my decision and to love Minyeol and Na Yeoul as much I cherish them.

Thank you and I am sorry. I wont be tired to say this all over again.

Sincerely, Park Jimin

 Yeoul’s tears cascaded down upon reading Jimin heartbreaking written apology posted on the internet. And once again, Jimin and BTS names were trending on every social medias platform. Frankly speaking, Jimin was in no position to apologize but the perks of being an idol he had to get it done no matter how absurd it sound.

His parents was well informed ever since the rumors broke and they showed warm support for Jimin and Yeoul even though it shocked them at first. His parents had already met Minyeol and took a liking of the little boy so did to Yeoul. Jimin was grateful that he had the support from his family and friends in this tough situation. That was all matter.

Feeling remorseful, Yeoul wiped her tears away as she sat on the bed quietly reflecting on everything that happened this past few weeks. She never dreamed of being reunited with Jimin again after their heartbreaking farewell. But, fate brought them together. Park Minyeol was the key to their relationship. Without him, they would not be having this dramatic reunion.

“That fool, he was not the one who suppose to apologize” Yeoul murmured, sniffing a little. She must be crying a little too much that she planned so she had to stop crying before the guys came back and bombarded her with questions.

Just how Jimin told her, she refrained herself from reading the comments on the internet. She was positive that most it would be positive but some negative comments could not be halted. There were people out there despised the idea of Jimin dating a plain girl like her let alone having a child together.

This was one of the rare cases in the industry. Most of idol scandal would be related to dating or lawsuit so considered Jimin’s scandal as one of the worst one.

Everything happened for a reason.

She rose to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. Yeoul decided to stop moping around and cooked something for the hungry boys once they got back. Rummaging through cabinets, Yeoul was looking for cooking supplies but to her distaste it was filled with ramen.

“Ugh don’t they cook” she grumbled in annoyance.

Pacing back and forth in the room, Yeoul finally came to a decision. She must go out for grocery shopping. It wouldn’t hurt right even for an hour?

In this circumstances, would it be possible that people recognized her.

She shook her head frantically in denial “Im not an idol, no one knows me please don’t get ahead of yourself Yeoul” she puffed her cheeks.

Yeoul inhaled deeply as her fingers typed a quick message to Jimin before leaving Bangtan dorm. She dressed comfortably and made sure to be careful with her surrounding. For some reason Yeoul feared that people would recognize her so along the way to the nearest store it felt super draggy.

The sight of the white building few meters from where she stood got her excited for no reason. She entered the building with a wide smile and took the shopping cart. There was a group of girls around her age were staring at her way, Yeoul ducked her head quickly and made a sharp turn to the left.

Grabbing all the items in her list while trying to keep herself out of people’s radar was not an easy job. From time to time there would be people scrutinizing at her as if trying to figure out who she was and it mortified her to the core.

Yeoul pushed her shopping cart passed the CD section and coincidently there was a group of high school girl lurking around the area. She overheard their conversation that caused her to slow down.

“Have you read Jimin oppa’s confession?”

“Yes Yes about the kid! He really admitted to it! I cant believe that”

“Do you think that is real? I mean that is very suspicious what if oppa did that because of the company”

“Ugh that would be horrible. I cant believe Jimin oppa slept with a girl and had a baby”

“Did you see the girl?”

“She is plain”

”Super plain for Jimin oppa” they laughed loudly and coarsely.

She grazed her teeth together holding back the anger in her ‘Rude kids’ now she regretted for using that path as her way to the counter. After she paid all the stuffs she bought, she exited the market making her way back home with hope she would not encounter any miserable human being who made comments on Jimin’s life and hers.

Come to think about it, Yeoul sucked in remembering unfamiliar road, now she was losing it. She had no idea where she was. Yeoul scanned the area around her, just an hour ago she was sure that was the exact path she used from the dorm to the grocery store.

Biting her lower lips, she tried to concentrate and remember every single details on the area just in case she forgot. Yeoul stood there for 10 minutes with no answers, then frustration took over her mind. She mentally cursed herself for walking alone without waiting for the boys to get home, now she deserved to be punished.

She clutched onto her phone contemplating whether to give Jimin a call but Bangtan was still practicing for their upcoming concert. With heavy heart, she decided to wander aimlessly hoping to find a sign of hope in the middle of the road or anywhere.

Yeoul used GPS in her smart phone and diligently followed the path shown by it as it would direct her back to the grocery store. That was the only way to find her way back home, she had to start from scratch then problem settled.

Footsteps behind her snapped Yeoul out of her trance, she glanced over her shoulder to witness three young ladies tailing her. Waves of panic pounded through her temples, and she could feel a sick feeling churning in her belly.

As she quickened her pace,the footsteps behind her sped up to match her pace. Her heart began to beat faster. Were those girls following her? More to the point, who was following her and why?

‘This wont do..’ she made a sharp turn to the right, and she blamed herself for choosing this quiet alley. Out of all days, why did she make such a bad choice today? Yeoul slowed deliberately and spun around which startled the girls at first.

“Why are you following me?” she inquired. Even though she scared of what awaits in front of her, she had to get over this for the sake of her sanity.

“We are right. You are Na Yeoul” a girl with bang smug. Her smile was disturbing and for so many reasons, Yeoul felt something was not right. The auras from these three were too dark, full with hatred and vengeance.

Oh oh here comes trouble.

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10

Dear Elizabeth,

I hope your holiday break has had an eventful start. It's quite boring here and I don't know how many rounds of chess with Henry. However, there is a rumor circulating among the few students who are here. The rumor is that Riddle is trying to do something. It's something bad. Somehow, he got information about how to perform completely inappropriate spells. I'm glad we are both getting a break from that monster. Anyways, enough about him. How are you doing? How is Florida? I can't wait to hear all about your trip when you return.95

Warm regards,

Joshua4

She put the letter down and sighed. It had arrived at nearly four o' clock in the morning. The energetic owl had been hooting through the screen all night, and Elizabeth had finally awoken in a sleepy haze.

The "J" in his name had smudged as a small tear fell from her eye. She wished she could have him here instead of Tom. Elizabeth felt herself growing away from Tom everyday. Now that her grandparents were leaving her alone with him, she didn't know what she would do. Half of her wanted to kick him out that instant, yet the other half wanted him to stay.40

"Maryn," Tom knocked slightly on the doorframe.

"Yes," she wiped the small tear track off of her cheek, turning around to face him.

He walked in and sat down on her bed, "Who's that from?" Tom nodded towards the piece of parchment paper.

"Joshua," Elizabeth replied in a soft voice. Tom's jaw clenched. She put in in a drawer before he could read it or see that his name was on it. "He's only making sure I received the box from Klaus."

"What's in that box?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, it's a gift. I'm not supposed to open it until Christmas." Elizabeth stood, "I was thinking we could go to the beach today."

"The beach?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Why on earth do you think I want to go to the beach?"

His snarky remark made her feel put down, but she brushed it off, "It's fun."

"Fun?"59

"If you go with me, I'll teach you three more spells tonight," Elizabeth bribed him, knowing that was the only thing to make him comply.38

"Fine," he rolled his eyes.

Elizabeth grinned slightly and stood up, "Do you have any swim trunks?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you honestly asking me to go swimming with you?"53

"Oh come on, it will be fun, we can even take my grandpa's sail boat out!" Elizabeth beamed. She didn't admit this to herself, but if she made Tom seem like a normal friend, maybe it could convince her that it were true. "The weather is absolutely beautiful, please?"

"Alright, but make it five spells."8

She nodded and darted over to the closet, "One of my cousins may have left a pair for you to use." Tom watched her curiously as she sorted through the drawer. "Ah, here," she pulled out a pair of what seemed like shorts.20

"I am not wearing those," Tom established. After a moment of Elizabeth's pleading gaze, he obliged, "Fine, but now you've ran yourself up to ten spells." He yanked the trunks from her hand and walked off to the other room. Elizabeth pulled out one of her own bathing suits which was two pieced. It was navy blue, the bottoms rising up a little over her belly button. It made her incredibly self conscious, all of that skin showing.75

She opened the closet again and found a loose, thin dress to put on over it. Elizabeth picked up a small bag to bring with them, containing money and her wand, along with some towels. The area of Tarpon Springs which her grandparents resided in was one of the few wizarding neighborhoods in Florida. So if by chance, someone saw her with her wand, they wouldn't be too confused.33

After she had everything together, she walked over to the other guest bedroom. Before she could make a sound to present herself, her eyes caught onto the mirror. Tom's reflection was evident in it. It was the first time she'd seen him with so little clothes. He only bore the shorts she had given him. Before he caught her looking, she walked away, back downstairs.19

After a few moments, he came down. He had put his original black pants and button up shirt on. At least it was short sleeved. "Are you serious?" Elizabeth looked him up and down.8

"Those shorts are too unprofessional, I'll be fine in this," he explained to her. After a look of disapproval from Elizabeth, he bent down and rolled the cuffs of his pants up to right above his ankles, "Does that suit you?"39

"You are going to be hot," Elizabeth advised him. He didn't respond. "Anyways, are you ready?"39

"Yes," Tom said. His shoulders were tense and he looked annoyed suddenly. Elizabeth led him out the back door and they walked down to the harbor. The boat was fairly large and had a grand, white sail that was towering above them. "Do you know how to use a sail boat?" he asked, stepping onto the vessel.

As she was untying the rope, she looked up, annoyed, "Yes." Tom always assumed she didn't know how to do things and she hated it. After it was out, she ran over to the ropes and began fussing with it. It was harder than she remembered. Looking behind her to make sure Tom was not looking, she drew out her wand and casted a small charm on the ropes and sail so that it would sort itself out. When the wind hit the large sail, it tightened out and they rode east of the dock. Elizabeth watched the ropes as they moved on their own. As she watched the ropes, Tom watched her.38

In a few minutes, they were off the coast of a small beach that was empty. "We can drift here," Elizabeth told him. She performed a spell so that the boat would stay in that one place without them drifting away too far. After she had sorted the boat out, she joined Tom at the back of the boat. The sun was almost about to set.

She sat down next to him.

"Elizabeth," he addressed her.

"Yes?"

He put his arm up on the edge of the boat behind her, "I wanted to talk to you about something."3

"Of course, what is it?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just curious when you were going to call it off with that Corrington boy," he questioned. Elizabeth looked shocked.49

She scoffed, "Why would I do that?"

"Elizabeth, you can not deny that there is something between us, something that you and him don't have," Tom nearly shouted. She hadn't given him any information on spells in almost a week, so she needed a small push.43

She began explaining, explaining why she couldn't. However, with every second he grew more and more distracted. Elizabeth nudged him slightly. "Tom?"

He didn't reply.

"Is everything alright?" she asked again.

"Who are those people, on the shore?" he whispered in a small breath. Elizabeth looked. There were four figures, all wearing dark cloaks.4

Elizabeth couldn't see them, so she stood, walking to the other end of the boat closest to the shore. "Tom, we have to go."

"What are you talking about, who are those- Elizabeth!" Before she could finish his sentence, she was thrown back into the water, her head hitting against the side of the boat. The moonlight rippled where she landed. After a loud crack, the four were on the boat and were aiming their wands, both at the water and Tom. "Who are you?" Tom demanded.47

"Kill him," one of them ordered in a dark voice. "Make sure she is alive."

Tom drew his own wand, "No!" He performed one of the spells Elizabeth had taught him on the smallest man. He coiled on the floor and blood shot through his eyes. The other three looked at Tom. "Tell me who you are or else you will end up in the same condition as him."

One of them laughed darkly, "You cannot threaten me, boy. Now, tell me who you are and why you are with that girl." Tom saw a small crest embroidered on one of their cloaks. It read "Baxtart's" which was surrounding an image of a sharp wand going through the head of a lion.23

"She is my girlfriend," he lied, "And she doesn't know that I have magic abilities." The three looked in amusement.29

"Young man, you aren't the first to defend a student," the largest one growled.

"She isn't a student at your dark, twisted school anymore. I suggest you leave," Tom ordered them.

One laughed, "Very well, she is gone anyways." With a final crack, they all dissapparated. Tom looked around for a sign of Elizabeth. He couldn't leave her.9

After running a hand through his hair in distress, he cast a spell, sending light everywhere. He kicked his shoes off and dove into the water. Tom searched for her until he couldn't breathe. He came up for air and dove back under. After nearly ten minutes of the same action, he saw her pale face, eyes closed and mouth open. Blood was spread around her in a cloud. Her brown hair floated all around her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and propelled himself to the surface. He was out of breath and she had none.12

"Elizabeth!" Tom shouted. "No, no, no!" He climbed up the ladder with her in his arms. "Elizabeth you can not be dead!"157

He laid her down on the floor of the boat. Tom began performing every healing spell he knew, nearly out of breath in panic.2

She wasn't waking up.

-

"Elizabeth," Tom's face appeared above her.14

She looked around. It was her room at her grandparents house, "Tom," she whispered. "Tom, what happened?"

He explained everything. The hooded people from Baxtart's. Tom would discuss it with her later, but for now, he needed to sweeten her up. "You also confessed your undying love for me," he added on with a smirk.

"I did not," she protested, leaning up on her elbows. Her chest hurt and she was still wearing her damp bathing suit and dress. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to change her into dry clothes. "Why did you save me?"1

"Because, my dear Elizabeth, contrary to your belief, I care about you."166

Her heart fluttered, "I know you care about me."21

"How could I not," he smiled softly, placing his hand on her cheek. "You know, I think I deserve quite a few more lessons with this magic of yours, wouldn't you agree?"93

Elizabeth was torn. He did deserve it. "Of course," she whispered as he leaned closer to her. He placed his lips on her cheek and kissed it softly before retracting again.

"Get some sleep, we will be working extra hard tomorrow," he dismissed her and walked out of her room.8

She was in so much trouble.

Fandom Newsletter #8

Today is Friday, January 25, and it’s 2019! Welcome back to our first 2019 Fandom Newsletter, a provider for all things fandom!

Writers: Blackpurrl, Fyne, YoursTruly, and Atlas

Editors: Fyne and YoursTruly

“You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for.” -Castiel, Supernatural

Let's get started!

First up we have Fyne with the Supernatural, Sherlock, and Mythology fandoms!

Sherlock: Does Sherlock look up to/respect his older brother? Throughout the entire BBC show we see Sherlock being annoyed by Mycroft and at some points, Sherlock can be seen belittling Mycroft. But while the boys have a relationship that is rocky at times, I have reason to believe that Sherlock actually looks up to his older brother. In Sherlock's mind palace, when Mycroft is giving advice to further a case in some way, he is always higher up than Sherlock. Plus, Sherlock is always looking up at him. Is it possible that this is symbolism? Yes. Is it probable that this is just a cool coincidence? Also yes. Just thought I'd put it out there, folks. You decide.

Supernatural: Dean Winchester never saw his mother burning on the ceiling. I know, bold statement. But let me elaborate. When his mother's death was happening, Dean was a child in his room. When John ran in and told Dean to take Sam and run, I don't believe Dean ever even looked up and saw his mother on the ceiling. True, John probably explained to him later on how his mother died, but the image was mostly left to his little imagination. Fast forward some years later and Jessica is burning on the ceiling as well. Dean rushes into Sam's room to find Jessica, and he looks up with a face of absolute horror. This is the first time he's able to see what he had only imagined happening to his mother, and now it's actually happening before him. Something he had thought about his entire life, finally right in front of his eyes. And to be honest, it's probably even worse than he ever imagined. Hence the look of horror.

Mythology: This week's legend originated in Greek mythology and who we're talking about is Medea. Medea was a princess of Colchis, and she was known to be skilled in magic and sorcery. In the legend, she fell in love with Jason (son of Aeson and the boy who assembled Greece's bravest heroes to sail in the Argo in search of the fleece) and helped him (against the will of her father: Aeëtes) obtain the Golden Fleece (The Golden Fleece was the fleece of the gold-haired winged ram. The fleece in this legend is a symbol of authority and kingship). When Jason left Colchis, Medea ran off with him and even lived as his wife for years. Medea ended up bearing two of Jason's children during their marriage. But later on in the legend, Jason wished to marry Creusa (daughter of King Creon of Corinth). When Medea found out, she sent Creusa an enchanted wedding gown that burned the poor girl to death. Medea then completed her revenge on Jason by killing her own two children. (In some versions of the legend, the angered citizens of Corinth stoned the children to death instead of Medea). Afterward, Medea fled to Athens, where she later married King Aegeus.

Next, we have YoursTruly with the YouTube, Horror, Tim Burton, Hannibal, Movies, and Marvel fandoms.

YouTube: Fallout between James Charles and NikkieTutorials! Both makeup artists on YouTube uploaded a video of the same title with the same idea. No big deal, YouTubers follow trends all the time, right? Wrong. James Charles posted this video just a few days after Nikkie and didn’t credit her for starting the trend. He then tried to claim that he started the trend and Nikkie just so happened to have the same idea, despite him uploading AFTER her. We sure do love a good sister scandal!

Horror: The horror movie Escape Room is gaining major popularity online. The movie is set to be released next year, but they have started an online competition to see who can solve their puzzle. Anyone who is crafty enough to solve it is entered in a cash giveaway. Each day they change the puzzle. Can you solve the puzzle? Test your skill here, if you dare.

Tim Burton: Burtonists are all awaiting the release of Dumbo. Many fans can’t wait to see how Burton will put his dark twist on this Disney classic.

Hannibal: Fannibals are getting even more excited with continued talk of a season 4. Showrunner Bryan Fuller has begun talking about seriously giving the fans a fourth season following Alana and Margot. Will we get the season? Guess we’ll have to wait and find out.

Movies: Mary Poppins Returns starring Emily Blunt and Lin-Manuel Miranda is a massive success! Fans of the original say that the movie perfectly continues the story of Mary Poppins and brings back the same characters and charm as before.

Marvel: Fans are starting to get their conspiracy theories about Avengers: Endgame circulating. Seemingly every fan has an opinion on who will die for good, who’s coming back, and how they will defeat Thanos. What are your thoughts? We’d love to hear what you have to say on the topic! Also, the backlash from fans after the newest movie from Marvel Into The Spiderverse mixed up Spider-Woman and Spider-Gwen! The movie introduces a character which is very clearly Spider-Gwen (identical costume) as Spider-Woman. These two characters are completely different, both in personality and very obviously in costume and appearance.

Then we have Blackpurrl with the Harry Potter fandom.

Harry Potter: If you’re big into Harry Potter I’m sure you already know this, but recently we’ve been told that Harry’s scar isn’t just a lightning bolt. It’s also the hand motion used when the spell Avada Kedavra is cast. 

And finally, we have Atlas with the Gaming, TV, Musicals, Celebrities, and Voltron fandoms.

Gaming: A Fisherman's Tale is a VR game where you break reality. Read more about it here.

TV: After spending an estimated $12-13 billion in 2018, reports estimate that Netflix will probably spend up to $15 billion in cash in 2019. The popular streaming platform continues to collect and create new content every month in addition to reinforcing its abundance of original programming – and there appears to be no slowing down for Netflix. Imagine how much they will spend in 2020.

Musicals: Lin-Manuel Miranda recently raps at a fan for filming his musical Hamilton. Anyone who has ever seen a show of any kind is probably familiar with the phrase, "The use of recording equipment is strictly prohibited," and knows that the punishment for breaking this rule is a risk of being tossed out of the performance. You would think that Lin-Manuel wouldn’t take to kindly to being recorded on stage, and you would be right. But the way he did it is absolutely legendary. In character, Lin-Manuel self-edit live on stage, as he changed the words to one of the show's songs to call out the lady. He sang: "Lady filming in the fourth row, please stop it." The line was originally: "The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish.” What an icon. 

Celebrities: Demi Lovato posted a snap to her instagram in which she is wearing a one-piece bathing suit. She is a queen demolishing the thought that the only way for women to look sexy is by wearing a bikini. Demi has been known to fight against sexist stereotypes before, and we’re glad that she’s still up and kicking these assumptions and knocking them down. Thank you, Demi!

Voltron: The showrunner of Voltron made a post confirming the show was celebrating its final day behind the scenes. Joaquim Dos Santos, one of the show’s executive producers, shared the bittersweet announcement alongside a touching message. Excuse us while we dab our tears. “This is it...our last day at Dreamworks on Voltron. It’s pretty surreal. We started this ride in June 2014 and we just had our final watchdown on the final episode of Season 8. I just wanted to take a moment to say that is has been an absolute honor and privilege to work alongside such a talented and dedicated cast and crew, both at Dreamworks and Studio MIR, who came together (like Voltron) to make something truly special. To the amazingly passionate VLD fandom, we couldn’t have made this journey without you. Your passion, creativity and love is infectious and has helped us up in tough times and creative low points.” What a way to close such an amazing time in our lives. 

Now let's move on to our news segments, where Fyne talks about positive news, news about mental health, and news about the LGBT community, plus Blackpurrl talks about World News.

Positive News: 2019 is just around the corner, and 2018 is soon to be left in the dust. While this is a fairly good thing because of 2018 having some pretty horrid things go down during it, not all was bad. Here is a list of some good things that happened in 2018.

LGBT: India’s supreme court has gotten rid of a ban on gay sex that has been around for centuries. Gay sex became a criminal offence again in India in the year 2013. The law, named Section 337, was brought back into the limelight. But recently, the nation’s supreme court voted to throw the law out the window in September. There is a new ruling that consensual gay sex (among consenting adults in private) is no longer a crime. Yay for gay people in India!

Mental Health: Our veterans are people who sometimes have to suffer in silence. I mean, it can be hard to get people who feel a pressure to be what they believe to be strong to open up. But there's something that could be a way to help us access these vulnerable people and it's called fishing therapy. Psychologists say that fishing can be an effective way to help with PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) and reduce symptoms. It was discovered that: “It could be helpful for veterans by chance, after chatting about how going fishing cleared their heads while they were having a pint.” It has been shown that overnight fishing trips have reduced PTSD symptoms by at least 30% in patients! For some, it was even the first time the patients left the house in years. Progress! An article by Metro even interviewed a veteran who has suffered with PTSD for the past 20 years of his life. This man went on one of the trips. He said: “Fishing is so helpful because it is a break to completely turn your brain off. It is the quietness of it with no distractions. When I came back for the first week, I slept properly every night and I struggle to do that.” (Iraq and Northern Ireland veteran: Stewart Bayford, 48)

World News: On MLK Day, Trump reminded black voters of what they lost with his election. Read about this here.

And now for our weekly tidbits where Blackpurrl gives a test and a trivia fact and Fyne asks a question to our followers.

Weekly Test: Animals!

1. How many mammals lay eggs? A. One B. Five C. All of them D. Two

2. True/False? Bees can only sting once, but wasps can sting many times.

3. Which animal is a mammal? A. Fisher B. Lionfish C. Basilisk D. Toad

4.  Which of these fish is a shark? A. Parrotfish B. Lionfish C. Dogfish D. Catfish

5.  Which one of these animals is a bird? A. Fisher B. King fisher C. Marten D. Beagle 

Weekly Trivia Fact: Did you know that beavers are among the few animals that mate for life? Once beavers find a partner, they stay together for as long as they live. Talk about TIl death do us part!

Weekly Question: If you didn't have to sleep, what would you use the extra time for? Let us know.

And for our last segment, the personality quiz.

Which of the 7 dwarves is you?

Question #1 - When a stranger attempts a conversation with you, which of the following can describe how you act?

A. You try to be polite, but strangers make you nervous.

B. You acknowledge the person, but you really don't like to talk to strangers.

C. You tell them to go away because you're busy.

D. You tell them that it's nice to meet them and invite them to join you in watching some TV.

E. You greet them warmly and crack a few jokes to break the ice.

Question #2 - Do you think you're an optimist, a pessimist, or a realist?

A. Definitely a realist. That glass is just a glass.

B. Probably an optimist, but that can change.

C. Pessimist. That glass isn't just half empty, but its also filled with poison.

D. Realist. Why put so much thought into it?

E. Optimist. That glass is half full and also contains rainbows and sunshine.

Question #3 - Favorite color?

A. Red

B. Purple

C. Black

D. Blue

E. Yellow

Question #4 - Your crushes all have one thing in common. What is this thing?

A. They're all intelligent.

B. They're all shy.

C. What is a crush?

D. They're laid back.

E. They're funny.

Question #5 - Pick a Snow White character.

A. The Huntsman

B. The Magic Mirror

C. The Evil Queen

D. Snow White

E. The Prince

Question #6 - Pick a Snow White song.

A. Heigh-Ho

B. Someday My Prince Will Come

C. Whistle While You Work

D. I'm Wishing

E. With a Smile and a Song

Question #7 - Which of the following would you like to do after a long day of work?

A. Read a book.

B. Make something. Anything.

C. Shoot some darts.

D. Sleep/Watch TV.

E. Sing/Dance

Results:

Mostly A's - You are Doc! You're the leader of nearly every group you are put into, even if you're not very good at it. You're very wise and like to think carefully about problems when they arise. People look to you for advice and guidance, but it can take a while for you to give them a good answer to their questions because you're quite a nervous person.

Mostly B's - You are Bashful! You are very, very shy, but people love you for who you are. You tend to blush easily, and your hands are almost always fiddling with something. While you're not big on talking, you do really enjoy listening. You like stories and poems, and you are big on music. When you want to get someone's attention, you tend to just stare at them, and when they notice you, you probably unknowingly flutter your eyelashes.

Mostly C's - You are Grumpy! No matter what anyone says, you're always complaining. You see the glass not only as half empty, but thrown across the room and shattered. You never seem to agree with anyone, but if any of your friends need you to help them out, you're the first person to their rescue.

Mostly D's - You are Sleepy! You tend to be fairly lazy, and when you have nothing else to do you're probably in bed or on the couch. You enjoy the simple things in life and you're not afraid to indulge in some relaxing activities. You're probably the type of person who is always tired and yawning, but your friends enjoy spending time with you when they need some calm. 

Mostly E's - You are Happy! No matter what life throws at you, you're always laughing and trying to find the sunny outlook. You see the glass as half full, and you even see your favorite drink inside the glass. You get along with everyone, but people can get angry at you because you can never seem to take anything seriously.

That's all for today! Goodbye all for this year, and we’ll see you soon! Happy 2019 with another Fandom Newsletter!

Signing off,

Atlas, Fyne, Blackpurrl, and YoursTruly

Test Answers: Animals!

1. D 2. True 3. A 4. C 5. B

11 of Seth Rogen's funniest moments

Seth Rogen is a gift from above.

The hilarious actor has been working hard to make us laugh since he was just a teen, and he's now become one of the top comedic icons in the industry.

Take a look at Seth Rogen's funniest moments on the internet. They're guaranteed to make you laugh just as hard as one of his movies.

1. Seductive Seth

This GIF of Rogen looking super seductive became an iconic meme that left supermodels all over the world shook. It comes from a parody of Kanye West's "Bound 2" that Rogan  and James Franco filmed together called "Bound 3." 

In "Bound 3," Seth parodies Kim Kardashian played in the original video, and every time he looks at the camera you can't help but crack up. Kim K beware, Rogen just might come for your spot next.

I’ll never get with the whole thing of a girl sucking on her finger in a picture... I’d look like Seth Rogen trying to look seductive ... 😂 pic.twitter.com/SRUOPQ9g2E

— ❊ alicia ❊ (@_AliciiaRenee) September 24, 2018

The always seductive, Seth Rogen as my #mcm 😂😂😂 #bound3 #parody pic.twitter.com/hfWivEpdUE

— Susan Parker (@suseparka) December 2, 2013

James Franco and Seth rogen made a parody of the Bound 2 music video called Bound 3 pic.twitter.com/rdIDySPMzI

— tam𝔸𝕝𝕖 ♔ 🍂🌧 (@aleeetamaleee) February 8, 2018

2. The way he looks at his wife ... and weed

Seth really likes his cannabis. Even his own mother knows how much he likes it. 

But you know what he loves just as much? His wife. The look he gives both of them would make any one out there envious of what he has.

I find it hilarious that Seth Rogen gives his wife the same look he gives weed pic.twitter.com/LnGxAns8Mx

— CLOUD N9NE SYRUP™ (@CloudN9neSyrup) July 31, 2018

3. The dog that Seth Rogen does not own looks like Peter Dinklage

Seth Rogen 1-0 Peter Dinklage pic.twitter.com/6FNTxIaLif

— Free Folk Memes (@FreeFolkMemes) July 25, 2018

This is a weird one. Someone's dog bears an uncanny resemblance to Game of Thrones actor Peter Dinklage. But someone decided to take this image of the dog and slap Seth Rogen's Twitter handle and profile picture to the meme with the caption: "Am I really stoned or does my dog actually look like Peter Dinklage." And funny enough, it still continues to circulate around the internet in this format.

Upon further research, Rogen's actual dog sadly does not look like the one in the meme, and furthermore he never made a tweet using this meme. But if you put "Seth Rogen" on anything, especially with a caption about being stoned, anyone would believe it came form the man himself.

4. This man who kept taking pictures with Seth Rogen every year

For the past four years, a guy named Ted has been taking a picture with Seth Rogen at the Hilarity for Charity benefit event. What's really funny about this photo is that Ted always carries the photo from the year before, and does the same pose each time with Rogen.

It's a pretty strange, but how can Rogen turn down such a dedicated fan? The duo also went pretty viral on Reddit when Ted first posted it on r/Pics in 2017. 

5. Every interaction he's had with his mother

Ever miss a phone call or two from your mother and got hell for it? Well, what happened to Rogen was that, and so much more. 

Seth's mom Sandy Rogen decided to take to Twitter when Seth didn't pick up his phone. When she tweeted asking for the whereabouts of her son, Seth's response was hilarious and relatable. 

When you don't answer your mom's phone calls for a day: https://t.co/qmN9wPD1hZ

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) October 10, 2017

Aside from missing her phone call, almost every interaction that they have on Twitter is comedy gold. 

@Sethrogen seth seth seth.....

— Sandy Rogen (@RogenSandy) March 22, 2015

@Sethrogen that's so great, so proud of your great abilities! Oh lord, please help me!

— Sandy Rogen (@RogenSandy) February 18, 2016

My mom is crushing it! https://t.co/bUq2ayTr8D

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) December 25, 2017

Awwww! pic.twitter.com/g0WzaZx9In

— Sandy Rogen (@RogenSandy) August 14, 2016

Jesus fucking Christ mom. https://t.co/KJSIlWZMhL

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) July 5, 2017

6. His hot take on Justin Bieber that went viral

When the Biebs was going through his bad boy phase in 2014, Seth Rogen had enough of the pop star's attitude and behavior. After calling Bieber "a piece of shit" in a tweet, Rogen's opinion went viral all over Twitter.

All jokes aside, Justin Bieber is a piece of shit.

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) January 23, 2014

After being confronted by multiple media outlets about the comment, Rogen pretty much doubled down. It turns out that both Rogen and Bieber met twice in the past, and both times Bieber's entitled attitude didn't sit well with Rogen.

In Rogen's words during an interview on the Today Show, being a "grown man who doesn't like Justin Bieber" shouldn't be something that's controversial. In fact, he believes it would be weirder if he was an actual Belieber.

7. Urging Donald Trump Jr. to convince his dad to resign

Seth Rogen and Wiz Khalifa were once guests on Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart's show "Potluck Dinner Party." They all made some delicious fried chicken together, and Martha Stewart talked about how she fed a chicken vodka before she killed it. It was an interesting episode, to say the least.

But what we didn't see behind the scenes was how the three of these stars bonded backstage. In a candid photo posted on Rogen's Twitter page in honor of 420, the trio were seen rolling blunt and blazing up.

I know it’s not 4/20 anymore but I like this picture. When the three of us smoked there was this unspoken thing like “we found each other”. pic.twitter.com/Mmed2bQ5uD

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) April 21, 2018

The caption for the picture is ironically hilarious, and even Snoop Dogg responded in a similar manner. The power of friendship is strong for this trio, and we're all glad the "found each other" through a common interest.

And in that moment we were at peace.

— Snoop Dogg (@SnoopDogg) April 21, 2018

8. Urging Donald Trump Jr. to convince his dad to resign

No one on Twitter is safe from the wrath of Seth Rogen. In another tweet callout, Rogen noticed that Donald Trump Jr. was following him, and he used it as an opportunity to talk politics with the president's son.

Rogen told Donald Trump Jr. to ask his dad to "resign before he destroys the planet." This tweet was made last year in February, so it's safe to say Jr. never gave his dad the memo. 

Yo! @DonaldJTrumpJr! I noticed you follow me on Twitter. Please ask your dad to resign before he destroys the planet. Thanks dude.

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) February 16, 2017

9. Hijacking someone's tinder

Rogen had no problem playing Cupid for Vanity Fair's "Hijacks a Stranger's Tinder" series on YouTube. A producer named Sheena was asked to offer her phone up to the comedian, and he went to town trying to find her the perfect match.

Rogen, of course, trolls a bunch of the guys that he matches with, and gets many laughs out of Sheena as she observes. To be fair though, he does have a solid douchebag detector.

10. When he gave us the facts while denouncing white nationalism

As comedian, Rogen is definitely unafraid to tread the territory of dark humor. In a retweet of a story from Raw Story, Rogen cracked a joke about a Rogen doppelgänger that was hospitalized for stab injuries in the feature photo of the piece.

The Rogen lookalike in the photo was actually a bodyguard for a white nationalist who got stabbed nine times at a pro-Trump rally—and he didn't have insurance either. Thankfully, Rogen came through to clarify that he was safe, and he was "NOT a white nationalist" and he does "have health insurance."

Just so everyone knows, I'm NOT a white nationalist, I have NOT been stabbed 9 times, and I DO have health insurance! https://t.co/XgtCWb3nJI

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) June 23, 2017

11. His response when he was accused being a part of the CIA

Apparently Seth Rogen was an important player in a plan created by the CIA, Obama, and Sony that led to "regime change in North Korea." And it goes without saying Rogen had the best response ever. 

You guys, they blew my cover. The CIA is going to be so pissed. https://t.co/7uVTypx2ER

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) September 7, 2017

When someone offered to help Rogen sue the site, he turned them down and said he was going to quit being a secret agent instead. 

Nah I'm just gonna quit.

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen) September 7, 2017

To be honest, this sounds like the perfect plot for another Rogen blockbuster comedy.

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Gender and Sexuality Portfolio Post One: Introduction to Special Interest Topic

My research is focused on the benefits of single sex education because I have experienced both single-sex and coed education and have felt significant differences. In particular I want to focus on the effects on young women in these educational systems. Personally, in this system I felt more compelled to raise my hand in classes whether I was confident in my answers whether they were right or not, I was comfortable in my own skin and did not feel the need to wear makeup or have my hair done everyday, I volunteered for more leadership opportunities, and made lasting friendships.Currently, my younger sister is applying to high school, and she has to make the choice between a single-sex or coed high school education, so I want to show her the research behind why she should choose single-sex education instead of just sharing my biased opinion.

To begin my research, I searched “the effects of single-sex education” in academic search complete. Every single academic journal I came across was written by a woman that taught Women and Gender Studies at the collegiate level, at least had led women’s rights projects before, or worked in a single-sex educational system.

Out of all the women Margaret Signorella had the most distinguished work. Signorella had co-written almost every journal that was provided by academic search complete. Signorella is a distinguished professor of Psychology and Women and Gender Studies at Penn State. She is currently serving as president of the Psychology of Women division of the American Psychological Association. Signorella has also led state and international discussions as an inaugural member of a global curriculum project. In her project she focused on the benefits of teaching about gender with international perspectives. I trusted her opinion and research based on her credentials and previous recognitions.

Aside from the underwhelming amount of male writers in this topic, I found every advantage of single-sex education I listed was proven right. Young women in single-sex educational systems are more confident in their academic realms, have healthy body image ideals, are more self assured in running for leadership opportunities, and as a result of all of these advantages are lasting friendships.

Young women succeed academically in single-sex education because the system caters to their needs. It is not a myth that men and women’s brains learn differently. Gale Sherwin, a women’s right activist, said as a young girl, “the language areas of the brain develop before the areas used for spatial relations and for geometry.” So if a young girl is put in a coed educational system, her confidence may be shaken in math classes because the boys in her class may be more successful at the time. Because teachers in single-sex classrooms are aware of the way young girls process information compared to how young boys do, they could take longer periods of time to explain math more thoroughly and less time spent writing and reading to guarantee success in their classroom.

Another huge academic difference between young girls and young boys is how a student handles stress. If young girls are stressed in academic settings their learning is impaired. If young boys under stress in academic settings their learning is enhanced. Because teachers in single-sex classrooms are aware of these differences they cater to the needs of their students. For example, in my high school choir class, to take stress off of singing tests, we had the option to sing in front of the class or take the tests one on one with our teacher.

Aside from the biological learning differences between young girls and young boys, Marybeth Hunter says, “One of the most important aspects of the all-girl learning environment is holding the students to high expectations in all areas--math, science, computers, art, poetry, and language and physical education--- the schools break down gender stereotypes.” Holding the young girls to high expectations gives them no limitations. Our society today needs more encouraging environments where young girls are taught that they CAN. They CAN run as fast if not faster than a boy. They CAN be better at math than a boy. They CAN be good at anything they set their minds to.

Young women in single-sex educational systems are also proven to have healthy body images. Most single-sex education systems use uniforms so no one is judged based on clothing. When in public coed educational systems students can “dress freely” under the rules of a dress code. Not having the same thing to wear as everyone else can reveal your financial status and not having the top brand clothing may cut down a student’s esteem.

Aside from clothing, scholars have recently compared indices of girls who attended a single-sex school vs. girls who attended a coed school, and the results showed no differences. All the girls were pleased with their bodies and had not been a victim of an eating disorder. The study did point out that girls who were raised through a single-sex education system endorsed a smaller, thinner ideal body type than the girls in coed education systems did.

Young women in single-sex education systems are often more willing to run for and hold leadership roles. In All Girls, All Boys, All Good--- The Benefits of Single-Sex Education, MaryBeth Hunter states, “Studies show that single-sex education encourages students to develop their own interests and take advantage of leadership opportunities regardless of their gender.” Because the high expectations held by single-sex schools, young women who attend single-sex schools do not see leadership roles as ‘too hard’ or ‘more of a man’s role’ but as an opportunity to improve herself.

As a result of the confidence circulating in single-sex schools students are more comfortable in a classroom setting, in their own skin, and taking on leadership roles. I am glad I found data to support my own opinion of single-sex education, and I hope to learn more of the benefits of single-sex education and share this information with other students and my younger sister.

References

Signorella, Margaret. 2015. "Challenges in Evaluating Single-Sex Education." Sex Roles 72, no. 9-10: 397-400. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018). HUNTER, MARYBETH. 2016. "All Girls, All Boys, All Good--The Benefits of Single-Sex Education." Foreign Service Journal 93, no. 5: 92-100. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018). Sherwin, Galen. 2015. "Anecdotal and Essentialist Arguments for Single-Sex Educational Programs Discussed by Liben: a Legal Analysis." Sex Roles 72, no. 9-10: 434-445. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018). Bigler, Rebecca, and Margaret Signorella. 2011. "Single-Sex Education: New Perspectives and Evidence on a Continuing Controversy." Sex Roles 65, no. 9-10: 659-669. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018). Signorella, Margaret, Amy Hayes, and Yidi Li. 2013. "A Meta-Analytic Critique of Mael et al.'s (2005) Review of Single-Sex Schooling." Sex Roles 69, no. 7-8: 423-441. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018). Spielhagen, Frances R. 2011. "It all depends…": Middle School Teachers Evaluate Single-Sex Classes." Research In Middle Level Education Online 34, no. 7: 1-12. Academic Search Ultimate, EBSCOhost (accessed September 1, 2018).