#because i am extremely bored towards the end

[u-makemeunpocoloco]

i’ll be honest, i have no idea why i did this. but anyway i don’t want to continue (but i don’t want to delete this drawing) so take it. take the picture from me so i can go to make a new drawing

22.02.2023 ©

#twisted wonderland #floyd leech #I'm dyinng btw #because i am extremely bored towards the end #the second picture is quite elusive #art #drawing floyd #floyd

[lulumilkshake]

is drunk gojo the best gojo?

pairings: g. satoru x reader

a/n: ugh im finally writing again lol

warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol obviously, references of my previous writing that you can read here before hand if you like, also this is lowk not proofread lmaoo

gojo satoru who comes home at 2 am after an event at jujutsu high, drunk out of his mind. he was sooo bored since you didn’t go with him that he even decided to get drunk with nanami and shoko (gojo being the only drunk one in that situation).

getting drunk was better then entertaining elders, right? not for you!

“b-baby..!” you hear him slur out, causing you to shut off the tv and rush into the kitchen from the living room.

you let out a soft sigh, eye twitching slightly as you look at the ridiculously attractive man in front of you: who was now undressing.

“aaahhh there’s my..” he pauses for a second, cheeks slightly puffed out as he struggles with the button of his blue shirt.

“there’s my beautiful wife… c’mon let’s cuddle n.. fuck..” he says with a slight giggle at the end as he walks over to you, leaning in for a kiss and hug but stumbling on top of you in the process.

with gojo attached to your side, you walk over to the fridge, struggling with every step as you grab a bottle of water for him to drink.

“now whose idea was it to have you drink..?” you mumble to yourself when you catch his 6’3 figure as he trips, slightly struggling to hold him up while he makes kissy lips towards you, water spilling on you during the process.

gojo was a horrible drunk. he had no tolerance for alcohol, period. and if he did drink, one glass was enough to get him drunk.

for the most part, he would choose not to drink at all; hating the bitter taste, so you’re a bit surprised when he came home tonight: extremely intoxicated.

“it was sooo boring without you sugar.. i had nothing better to do! please don’t be mad at me..” you feel him slightly sniffle into your nape. if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was actually crying, but you’ve been through this with him before. he was also a very overdramatic drunk..

“okay you big baby.. let’s get you dressed and we can cuddle in bed, okay?” you reply with a soft tone of voice, giving into his antics and reassuring him sweetly.

“and fuck?” he asks with blue glossy puppy dog eyes, trying to seduce you as best as he could. he knew you were almost immune to them at this point though.

you roll your eyes slightly as you avert your gaze from him, feeling your face slightly get hot but not wanting to give in to his drunk self. “tomorrow.”

(the last time you had sex with him drunk he just dry humped you thinking he was inside of you.)

he sighs dramatically, lifting his head up from your neck as he fully pulls off his black sunglasses before putting on a large smile on his face, “i’ll take it!”

he chuckles like a loud hyena as he drunk-walks with you, slightly poking your cheek at every step you take. if it was possible for him to get any more obnoxious, it would be right now.

“you know just because i’m..” you groan out annoyed, holding most of his body weight on your shoulder as you try to propel him up the stairs, but he was too focused on poking and squeezing you. “..helping you up the stairs doesn’t mean your legs are paralyzed.”

he lets out another obnoxious laugh making you glare at him, as if you were waiting for a dumbass response.“you’re so sexy when you struggle thou-“

he’s cut off suddenly when you drop him on the stairs, making him cry out theatrically. you let out a little “oops!” in response causing him to wail in “pain”.

“it was a compliment! i could’ve died from that you know!” he whines out exaggerating his movements as he grabs at your ankles, squeezing them like he was begging for you to help him up.

“awh.. but you look so sexy when you struggle though!” you respond teasingly with a cute pout as you chuckle at his reaction, patting his head and cooing at him, his brows furrowing while he stares up at you. you get your little laugh in then slightly bend down to help pick him up from his spot on the stairs.

“yeah, i know.” he grumbles out with a sour tone of voice, as if he was testing the waters. you lightly loosen your grip on him causing him to have ptsd for a quick second, making him whine “no please” and “i’m sorry baby”.

at last, you finally manage to bring him up the stairs of your shared penthouse, releasing your grip on his shoulder and bicep, and letting out a soft sigh.

“and you’re lucky you’re hot..” he whispered silently, thinking only he could hear himself, but thanks to the alcohol senses are all erratic.

“what was that, hm? don’t forget you’re still in front of the staircase.” you spoke with a wicked tone of voice, making the strongest feel the weakest under your intense motherly stare.

“y-yes ma’am.. sorry..” he stares down at the floor ashamed, as he reluctantly avoids your gaze. you were doing your best to take care of him and maybe he was taking advantage of the situation.

you let out another exhausted sigh, pressing your chest against his bicep, and pulling him to the bedroom. laying back on the bed, you emit a soft moan; feeling the soft warmth of the white comforter on your skin. (gojo wants this to be a porno scene so bad btw)

“you temptin’ me?” he questions with a slight drunk cocky smirk, leaning over to whisper in your ear. he slightly unbuckles his belt on his black slacks with one hand, staring down at you with hungry eyes as the other hand goes to cup your cheek. you were surprised he actually managed to get his pants off this time!

“s-satoru.. it’s too late baby..” you mumble out, your words coming out more as a moan since you find yourself melting into his touch. he lightly kisses at your neck, making you whine at every touch of your body he makes.

while kissing him back passionately, you taste a mixture of alcohol and sugar on his tongue. every slight pant of his name just urged him to continue even more. he slid his hands through your shirt; cupping your breasts with his warm hands causing you to moan softly.

he lifts up your shirt fully and latches the bud of your nipple into his mouth as he cups your cunt through your shorts. you were gripping at his snow-white hair, pleasure filling your veins, before you hear soft snores fill your ears.

wait.

“oh my god.” you gasp under your breath at the sight, snorting loudly as you look at him fully passed out on your chest. he still had your nipple latched in his mouth, hand still cupped on your shorts as he’s fully fast asleep. the view itself.. was honestly better then sex..

seeing this sight.. no, being able to make fun of him with this sight, is the best thing you could ever ask for.

you smile devilishly as you grab your phone through your pocket, opening your camera. you snapped the photo of the blessed sight, thinking of ways you were gonna make fun of him for it in the morning..

“oh you’re in for a long ride tomorrow pretty boy.. the hangover isn’t gonna be the only thing hurtin..”

bonus! (references of my last writing read here if you don’t understand!)

“ughh baby… my hangover is killing me here!” your overly dramatic husband groans out as he hugs against your body, rubbing his head against your plush chest as a stress reliever.

“mm.. it’s what you get for trying to have a “drinking challenge” with shoko and nanami of all people.” you hum slightly as you play with his hair, scratching his undercut just how he likes it.

gojo nods contently in response before looking back at you with a slight confused expression, “how’d you find out? shoko told you? snitch.. she always tries to make me look so uncool..”

your lips curve into a slight smile as you giggle sweetly at the slight slur of shoko’s name. “oh honey.. i already saw the most uncool side of you last night anyways.”

“eh?” he tilts his head with a dumbfound expression as he watches you shut off your phone, staring up to realize you have an extremely evil smile on your face, one that makes him tremble in fear.

as the click of you opening your phone catches his attention, he gapes at the sight of your wallpaper. the photo you took of him last night.. with your nip-

“what the fuck is that?” his eyes widen as his tone is stern while he stares at the wallpaper dumbfounded, then back at you. he tries to grab the phone from your grasp friskily, his ego crushing more and more at every movement. “delete that right now.”

you let out a loud snicker as you move the phone around his hands so he can’t grasp it easily. before you could speak again he pins you against the bed, your hands above your head.

“i’m not deleting it unless you delete that whipped cream photo. that was payback, pervert.” you stick your tongue out at him while you stare at his playful annoyed facial expression.

“no way! that whipped cream photo was a rare gem. besides, it’s my number one go-to photo when i jerk off during overseas miss-“ he’s cut off once more, letting you flip him over so your now on top of him as you cover his mouth with your palm.

“that’s why I’m not deleting my rare gem either! how often is the strongest sooo vulnerable towards me that he’d pass out on top of me with my nipple in his-“

“don’t you dare finish that sentence.” he cuts you off as his brows furrow deeper, making you cackle in his palm.

“i could sue you for taking a photo of me unconsensually by the way!” oh he was a big fat hypocrite.

“..so could i, satoru..” you mutter out slightly tilting your head at his stupidly cute words.

“oh. yeah.”

he puts a hand on his chin stroking it for a long second as you get off of on top of him and plop down next to him, staring at him lovingly as you both start laughing with each other. it was dumb moments like this that really made you realize that you both loved each other so much, and would do anything for each other. you both were just two idiots in love.

…

“i’m still not deleting the whipped cream photo.”

…

“and i’m still not deleting my submissive drunk satoru photo.”

gojo groans out as he pulls you on top of him again, the sexual tension that has been filling the room from the start finally breaking.

“we should end arguments fucking more often.. y’know?” he pants out as he breaks the kiss with another stupid comment causing you to kiss him back for more, eagerly.

“don’t ruin the moment, again.”

a/n: sorry ive literally been sooo lazy to write but season 2 got me a lil bit more excited lol! hope u enjoyed this 💕💕

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo imagines #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #satorugojo #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo headcanons

[its-your-mind]

ORV as textposts 43/???

[Photo ID - 10 cropped images from the ORV manhwa with text posts pasted upon them.

The first image shows Kim Dokja smiling with his eyes closed and raising his hand in greeting. The text post is by Tumblr user wizard-email. It reads, "YOU might be crushed under the weight of your own hubris. im ok tho."

The second image is an aerial shot of Yoo Joonghyuk kneeling with a sword in each hand. His head is bowed, and there are bloodstains visible on his black clothes. The text post is by Twitter user Alpha Male (real) @/SortaBad. It reads, "People say 'I'm here for a good time, not a long time' which is weird because I am having a bad time and this is taking forever."

The third image is a close up of Kim Dokja smiling ominously. The text post is a "Notes" section from Archive of Our Own. It reads, "Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you've seen the last of me."

The fourth image shows Han Sooyoung drawn in a slightly simpler and more cartoonish manner. The text post is by Tumblr user toffeestudies. It reads, "yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it's called being flexible."

The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk with a slightly frustrated look on his face while Kim Dokja smiles behind him. The text bubble originating from Kim Dokja reads, "Good to see you!" The text post are two grey texts with their tails pointed toward Kim Dokja. The first text reads, "you're life would be so boring without me." The second text reads, "admit it."

The sixth image is a close up of Kim Namwoon smiling with an extreme look on his face while his eyes glow red. The text post is by Tumblr user gorcerycores. It reads, "okay i'll bite. chomp even. kill perhaps. maybe even maim."

The seventh image shows Kim Dokja with his hand held up to get someone's attention while he sweats with a slightly nervous expression. The text post is by Tumblr user duckdotcom. It reads, "are you mad at me? would you like to be"

The eighth image shows Bihyung pointing upwards and smiling while he looks down. Action lines are drawn around his head to show excitement. The text post is a notification with a car emoji and two lines of text. The first, smaller line of text reads, "Take a break and have fun." The second, slightly larger line of text reads, "Schedule time for car accident."

The ninth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk punching Kim Dokja with his face covered in shadows except for his eyes to show anger. The text post is by Twitter user Rodney @/SkinnyTuna. It reads, "ass or tits? bro her right hook .im bleedi"

The final image shows Jung Heewon and Lee Jihye unsheathing their swords while Kim Dokja looks on in the center of the background. The text post is by Tumblr user king-monky. It reads, "yeah i understand women. they all want daggers and swords. it's quite simple really" /End ID]

ID by the incomparable @incorrect-web-novels ty so very much!!

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscent reader #omniscient reader webtoon #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #lee jihye #jung heewon #joongdok #kim namwoon #bihyung #orv shitpost #orv textposts

[pippin-katz]

The Fingers & Ring Touching

I have not seen anyone losing their minds like me over this shot:

Oh yes, people have been going feral, but not in the way that I am.

This shot is used in the film and in the credits. It’s adorable, we all know that. But I haven’t seen anyone pointing out the fact that the shot in the credits actually starts before the shot in the movie.

In the movie, they’re already touching hands when it cuts to them and shows them look at each other, then back up at the king.

In the credits, that doesn’t happen until after like 5 seconds of them playing with their fingers and smiling to themselves! We see Alex move his hand onto the couch and Henry reach out to start fiddling with the ring on his finger, and they both try not to laugh. It’s a longer shot!!

That means they have more footage of the two of them sitting together than what we saw. They set up the shot and started rolling, and probably had them play out the entire scene from that angle so they would have it all as one big piece of footage they could cut up rather than a bunch of little clips they'd have to tie together. Most of the scene is from this angle, so that makes even more sense.

Which ALSO means that this was extremely likely to be unscripted!

For one, this is such a small notion that I doubt they would've written it in as anything other than "Henry and Alex touch hands", which means they probably would have improvised what that entailed.

But the thing that makes me think it was unscripted is how Taylor tucks his lips in as if he's holding back a smile/laugh. Nicholas is smiling bigger when his head is down too. Taylor kind of cautiously does it, like he's trying not to be obvious, probably because they're filming, but it also works for Alex and the scene. He lowers his hand to the side of his leg and then onto the couch with his pinky stretched toward Nick.

So if they're running through the whole scene, this happens while the royal advisor person, Tommy, comes in to tell the king about the crowd forming outside. That means they have nothing to say or do while they have that exchange. All they have to do is sit there, probably in character in case Matthew ended up wanting to insert a shot of them, and stay quiet.

If you recall, or haven't seen the pre-recorded interviews with Nicholas and Taylor separately, they obviously both gush about how much fun it is to film with the other, but Taylor in particular mentions that they "get into a lot of trouble". Matthew has also mentioned that the most difficult part of working with them was how excited and hyper they got around each other and had to get them to "shut up and do the scene".

This all to say that it would not surprise me AT ALL if this was just them, either bored and fidgety, or trying to make the other laugh, especially given the fact that the both look like they're actively trying not to for a couple seconds before they control their expressions.

The fact that they're smiling at all in this situation can be used to remind the audience just how happy they make each other; that even during this godawful conversation, where the king was just blatantly rude and condescending to Alex, and has been dismissing Henry's feelings, they can make each other smile with nothing more than a single touch. The clip used in the film starts after they both look the most amused, once Nick's smile has turned back into more of "Henry" smile than his real one.

I hate them. Why are they so cute?

I wonder how much footage they have of the two of them just goofing off between takes or doing shit like this that didn't make the cut. I wish we could get a DVD with tons of behind the scenes content; I'm still watching the film every day, so I'm doing my part to keep its numbers boosted lmfao

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb thoughts #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh #bet we could make some

[goatpaste]

Alrighty, this has been something I'v been putting off for awhile because I really just wanted to save all the money myself but I just dont think its gonna be able to happen anytime soon and I'm tired of putting it off for Daisy's sake

but this is officially the Donation Post for us to start pooling together money to move daisy up from Texas to Pennsylvania. I'll bore you with the details under the cut but in the mean time here is links and info on the ways you can support the move!

[My commissions are Open] [My Etsy is Open]

[My Kofi were i offer PWYW commissions as low at 3$]

[My Toyhouse has designs for sale on it]

[You can Donate here and all the saving made toward this will be going directly into savings]

These are all the ways you can directly support us and help us work toward the goal of getting Daisy into a safe and better environment! I know not everyone is going to be able to chip in but anything helps even reblogs and sharing around! We've been talking about this move for over a year and I want to try and move her by the end of this year at the latest.

For more info on our specific situation and bit more details, please read under the cut

Daisy has been my friend since we were 6 years old, she is like a sister to me! We've been at each others side through thick and thin and I care about her so much.

Daisy's home life has never been the best and her parents are nightmare people who are a blight on the general public but as well as Daisy's home life.

Daisy doesnt have the ability to drive, work or save her own money even when she did work as her mother would take the money she earned constantly, and was ultimately the reason Daisy was unable to keep her job.

So for Daisy's end she has no ability to save and moving funds, it will primarily be on me to round up the money.

We are not 100% sure how much we are going to need at this moment in time but have a rough estiment.

Were hoping to get Daisy's mother on a good mood and have her pay for Daisy's plane ticket. We are going to be unable to move all her stuff and will just have to pack as much as she can into a large suitcase and fly up. So we will not have to pay for the plane, but will have to pay for bedding, and everything else she will need once up here. we have some temporary arrangements Via my bed and couch and potentially picking up a blow up mattress. But my current apartment is extremely small and not much room for two people let alone just me. Not sure how long I will be in this space while Daisy is up here if at all.

I may potentially reach out to my step father and ask him to dip into the savings he has kept for me to get Daisy furniture and necessities. But im avoiding that for as much as i can as im not on the best terms with my dad.

I will start looking for a bigger place for us to live together once we start getting in a comfortable area on savings. As the only money maker currently i will be needing savings to afford a place for us to share that will of course be much more expensive than where i am right now. Daisy will start looking for a job once she is/has moved up here and hopefully we will be able to support ourselves at that point, it will just be the first little bit of time we will need a cushion.

this is one of the areas im not 100% sure how much were going to need but certain in the thousands area knowing rent for a place big enough for two individuals.

after that its just gonna be us figuring it out.

but this is the situation as it stands right now, we are trying to help a trans woman out of her shitty living situation and across the country where her friends who love and care and want to support her are. We dont know exactly how much its going to be, but its going to be a lot and were really just looking for a bit of support!

thank yall so much!

#donation post #moving funds #commissions #furry #anthro #etsy #kofi

[sidsinning]

the movie aint better ya goofs (don't read if you don't wanna hear my slander lol,,,)

"Movie!Gabriel is better than show!Gabriel because he actually cares for his son and gets redeemed"

istg this fandom's obsession with redemption needs to END

Morally better character ≠ better writing

Can I just get a piece of media that tells kids "hey, ur abusive parent was an asshole, and even if they had humanity you do not need to reconcile and forgive them in the end" bc I feel like that's what show!Gabriel leans towards which is great

Gabriel barely talks to Adrien in the movie and suddenly when he sees him under CN's mask his entire reign of terror, his determination to see his dead wife again ends in a tearful hug lmao come on now

("but the ending where Adrien suddenly loves his dad again???"- Astruc has been pretty blunt on Twitter that this perfect society you see in S5's ending is built off of a lie, so Adrien is def not gonna just keep that view)

"Adrien actually stands up to his dad in the movie!"

Movie!Adrien is legit a normal human boy, not a sentimonster who is literally physically incapable of fighting back against whoever has his amok

He DOES fight back (even in S1 as CN!), but people like to remember the show only up to S3. Guess what, he learns to fight back and stand up for himself through his growing bonds and relationships with those around him through character development ✨✨✨

Also, he is an abused kid??? In the show?? How can you knock him down a peg for not fighting back,,, 😭 Adrien's lesson isn't that he needs to learn how to fight back, it's that Nathalie shoulda called cps sooner!!! In the movie they are much more of an estranged father-son pair than anything abusive. So obviously the back talk is much easier too. Movie!Adrien gets to go out alone and with friends unless his dad has specifically planted an enemy where he is. Show!Adrien has been beaten, mind controlled, forced to hurt Marinette, isolated and locked up, etc.- he has been TERRIFIED of his dad multiple times.

"Marinette isn't an obsessive stalker in this!"

SIGH.

Man I am so sick of this complaint- the show has never rewarded Marinette for her obsessive behavior. BC IT IS A CHARACTER FLAW. One they use for cringe comedic purposes, but a flaw nonetheless. Every time she has done anything that hurts others in pursuit of Adrien she is punished by the writers. And bc the show has an episodic monster-of-the-week format, this plot is recycled a lot (which is its own complaint). And guess what? SHE STOPS BEING OBSESSIVE. YEAH. SHE STOPS DOING THAT SHIT- so what do you want now??? She grew out of it after it costs her the miraculous so why tf are yalls still hurling this at her like its a L,,,,

This Marinette is just a watered down boring version of show!Marinette. She's just a girl who gets insecure at times but grows confident bc she's Ladybug. Ok. So is our Marinette but MORE. Our Marinette is super smart, creative, resourceful, an overthinker, extremely kind and selfless to others, gets jealous and reckless when her emotions get the better of her, etc. She is fully formed even after watching just 3 episodes of S1.

Like the fact that they didn't even bother to include the oh so important hook of the show- her lucky charm power- shows they didn't care about doing this story justice- its so transparently lazy writing 💀 (miraculous of creation where??? CN gets cataclysm for destruction but what is movie!LB bringing to the yin yang table,,,)

Legitimately all the comparisons I'm hearing from people saying the movie is better are from those who just aren't caught up with the show where Marinette is no longer toxically obsessive with Adrien, where the plot/lore is insane but 10000000x better and more creative than what the movie gave us, the love square was much better developed EVEN FROM JUST THE ORIGINS EPISODES, etc. Istg these people stopped at S3 where the show was at its worst (if I were to pinpoint it)

Everything is so watered down or changed for the worse

Adrienette bonding was 1 conversation and 2 seconds about his mom in a voiceless montage. Marinette didn't fall for him bc of his kindness after a misunderstanding, it was bc he looked handsome in the library's light lol. He called her weird and didn't think twice about putting on his earphones to listen to more alpha podcasts. You really do wonder why she likes this dude over her partner CN bc they have no connection at all.

Movie!Adrien was an asshole don't you dare do show!Adrien dirty by comparing him to this ellen degeneres alien lookin mf

When movie!Adrien is crying after Mari reveals herself as LB, unlike the show, here you're like "yeah no you only like her now bc she's LB lol"

Anyways feel free to enjoy what you enjoy but uuuuuhhhh this movie getting a 3/10 for me would not rewatch

Oh wait the good things

-Visuals

-Some Ladynoir scenes were cute, like them playfully fighting with the accidental wall pin

-I liked Ladybug moving away from CN's kiss- nice hint of angst

-Chloe's coffee stain scene

-Luka cameos were cute

songs were bad or mid

ya das it

I guess feel free to talk to me in my inbox about your own thoughts if you wish (respectfully plz)

#ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #ml movie salt #ml movie #miraculous awakening #sidrabbles #rant #making me dick ride for this show so hard is so sick and twisted but i cant let the germy stans remain unscathed #millionaire corporate ceo is ur manz huh come on now

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers Summary + Teaser

So my people, you loved my Jake one shot back in February, so hopefully you all will love this multi part just as much! Welcome to A Gun Amongst Daggers, my newest piece that is also Hangman X Fem!Reader. Meet Hangman and Bear, my latest in a long line of Top Gun Maverick OCs but she is just a placeholder for the reader!

So this will get spicy towards the end because I’m a sucker for slow burn (and I am apologizing in advance, I am taking it to the extreme). That being said: ALL BLANK BLOGS OR ONES WITHOUT AN AGE WILL BE BLOCKED. I AM NOT LOOKING TO GET REPORTED BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T EXPECT OR SOMETHING THAT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. SO 18+ ONLY. THIS STORY ALSO DEALS WITH SOME SERIOUS SHIT, SO THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

And because I’m nice, here’s a bit of part one below the cut:

It was a miserable day when Jake walked into the Hard Deck. Training had been cancelled due to shit weather and no matter how much of a workout he had had earlier, he was still as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather wasn’t helping either. It had been raining nearly all day, letting up for maybe 20 minutes at a time before it came pouring down again. Climate change was a serious concept, but right now it was fucking with his plans and his job and Jake very much wanted it to stop. Taking a quick glance around, he saw that there were a few patrons in the bar, mostly older men just sitting and drinking in near silence, the jukebox playing some classic rock song just loud enough to be heard. He had promised to meet Coyote here around 5 and seeing as he was early, Jake went ahead to order a drink. “Hey Penny.”

“Hangman,” Penny replied with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Nah, not drinking tonight. Too antsy. Just a water and Javy’s usual, thanks.” The blond glanced around the room as Penny went to grab his drinks and his eyes fell on a woman sitting quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching each and every one in the bar with a clinical gaze. His curiosity got the better of him and Jake grabbed his order before making his way over to the corner table. “That seat taken?” He asked with his usual sly grin on his face.

The woman glanced up at him, eyes flicking over him quickly before quirking a brow. “And what if it was?” she replied coolly, a narrow gaze pinning him to the spot. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, eyes never leaving his face.

“Well I’d like to think that I’d be better company than your imaginary friend here,” Jake said, trying to regain his footing. The woman was intimidating; sharp eyes that seemed to never miss a thing and a face that he recognized as one he made when the weariness hit on occasion.

“Is that painful for you, Flyboy? The thinking?”

Jake was taken aback by her snark. Normally he’d respond, fire an insult of two back, but he kept his mouth shut for once, watching for even just a flicker of emotion on the woman’s face. But there wasn’t any. She just looked bored. So Jake did something that he would almost never do, he walked away, set his drinks down on a table near the door and waved Javy down when his friend walked in.

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A/N: If this is something that intrigues you, and you want to be updated, please let me know in the comments, via reblogs, or just send me a message. I know how easy it is to be reading 6 series all at once and sometimes if you aren't tagged, you might not find it again.

But all together, I'm looking at a total of 22 parts. So yeah! Hope you enjoyed, please do me a solid and spread this around and have yourselves a good day!

I am tagging those who initially expressed interest waaay back in February plus those in the Controlled Chaos Squad. Giving so many thanks to @mayhemmanaged @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @cassiemitchell @dakotakazansky for proofreading and being my biggest supporters! I love you all!

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[whalesforhands]

i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #omori anon

[wannaeatramyeon]

//peeks in here//

I am shyly going to ask if requesting where the reader is Goo’s younger sister and where Samuel somehow gets hired to protect Goo’s younger sister (despite the younger sister knowing some self defense) / the reader falling for Samuel? Would be okay with you? :0 (if that makes any sense-)

If not, that’s totally fine :>

Just thought I’d give it a shot aha-

Sure that's ok with me anon! Sorry for the delay! Man I miss the days before Sammy was fully unhinged.

Samuel Seo x Goo's Younger Sister!Reader: Plushie

Goo doesn't like this.

The way your eyes widen upon first meeting, the way his linger a moment too long.

If he wasn't busy being out of town, running around like Charles Choi's very well paid dog, he wouldn't need to do this.

But Samuel, with his terrible daddy issues and irrational need to prove himself-

Goo might as well take advantage of it.

"If she misses even a hair on her pretty lil head then I'll cut yours off, ok Samuel?"

"Oppa!"

.

.

Sammy-

(Or Samuel as he likes to be called. Which you learned after you earned a disapproving glare and a correction each time. Good thing his glares have no effect on you and you don't care what he likes.)

- is more patient with you than his haughty and bored expression may suggest.

To your annoyance, it seems that he has taken your Oppa's word to heart and has made it his current life mission to keep you in sight and within reach almost all times.

"What do you like to watch, Sammy?"

As if on reflex, the glare comes. Except it doesn't hold anywhere near as much frostiness as it did in the first couple days. He's still exasperated, but becoming resigned to his unfavourable nickname.

"Nothing."

You're also getting used to his short, curt responses.

If you think about it, It's kind of ridiculous that this man is sitting next to you in your apartment. Very close quarters. Shadowing you for over a week now.

Dressed down. In a hoodie that is at once large and comfy, yet extremely tight in certain areas, and sweatpants. His dress code has gradually loosened. From expensive tailored suits, to casual shirts and chinos, and now to this.

This situation can be read as intimate. Except he's only here because he has to be, and your Oppa doesn't believe you can protect yourself.

(You wanted to tell Goo that he's wrong. He was the one that trained you up, after all. But there's no stopping him once he gets something in his head.)

"You must like to watch something. Action? Thrillers? Comedies? Documentaries?" 

"I prefer to read."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, "What about when you were a kid? You must like something then."

An inscrutable expression flashes across Samuel's face, his next words come out forced. "Nothing. I couldn’t- didn’t watch anything."

Oh. 

You file that away for another time, maybe when you don't have whatever this wall is between you. If that day ever comes.

That small bit of insight into what sort of boy this man used to be.

Because the likely reasons he couldn’t are either he wasn't allowed to or couldn't afford to, and neither of these are great choices.

You decide to breeze over it. For today. Deciding that Sammy is not the sort of person that would want any sort of sympathy. That he would most likely interpret it as pity.

"Well, let's watch this. It's my fave."

Unfortunately your fave is nothing short of absolute trash.

.

.

Samuel sits silent throughout the full 30 minutes.

At the end, you turn to him and press for his thoughts.

"It's... not bad."

His answer stuns you. You don't hide your expression and receive a small smile in return.

You look at him in a new light.

If someone was to ask either of you when it started, both of you would probably answer this moment was when the fondness started to grow.

.

.

Goo would likely kill him.

Trace a blade along each of his tattoos, dig in and watch the crimson flow.

If Goo knew that Samuel had any sort of anything towards you, Samuel would suffer a fate worse than death.

Still, the close quarters are doing nothing to help his budding interest.

The show was a turning point. From you being Goo's somewhat bratty and annoying sister-

(Goo is extremely bratty and annoying himself, of course it would run in the family.)

- to you being… Well.

You.

A fully formed person in your own right.

Your laughter changes from grating to infectious.

Your questions from prying to simply curious.

Your 'Sammy' from exasperating to endearing.

Even his assigned job to look after you no longer feels like a chore, another chance to nurture his Secret Friend status.

It's enjoyable.

.

.

Your shopping habits test the limit of Samuel's patience.

Your shoes are also testing the limit of your foot arch, but you decide it's worth it to see how long he can bear traipsing after you.

He might be winning this one as he follows you obediently, store after store.

Reaching for his wallet each time you carry an item towards the register. You rebuff him with a wave of your black credit card (technically, your Oppa's black credit card) and Samuel seems to suffer from not being able to perform this act of gallantry.

Offers his opinion even when you don't ask, usually in distaste at something you're looking at. A huff of laughter when you accuse him of being the one with no taste. 

Accuses outright you of being tasteless when you ponder over purchasing an adorable plushie.

Samuel dismisses it. "It's ugly."

"Well it reminds me of you!"

He stills for a moment, shock briefly crossing his face before chuckling. Eyes lighting up with mirth.

And you think 'damn him, he's not ugly at all.'

Annoyed, you return the plushie back to the shelf with force.

You're still petulant as you continue to look around afterwards, and he seems to relish in the way you stomp around heavy footed.

His apology comes hours later, when you're waiting at the food court. In the form of some greasy junk food you demanded in one hand; the plushie you squealed over and he physically recoiled at, in the other.

"To remind you of me," he smirks.

That night, as you lay awake with the plushie in your arms. You also think 'damn it, it does remind you of him.'

And squeeze it tighter to your body.

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[clementine-writes-things]

hey! i saw your post about requests and maaaaybe you’ll be interested in my idea of snape sexting with his gf?🫣 i think he is a master of words and could write some smuttish hot letters/messages to his girl.

xoxo

Hooooooo boy, alright anon, buckle up! This is gonna be a bumpy ride, with my own little twist on it! I dedicate this smutshot to the girls, the gays, and Lana Del Rey...

~

Summary: You get a little cocky over the phone with your boyfriend Severus, and he decides to 'put you in your place'.

Contents: Smut with plot, strong language, dom!Snape, sub!reader, rough sex at the end, sir kink, professor kink, degradation, praise, and aftercare. Y/n uses she/her pronouns. Snape is like a sophisticated, romantic, and classy Dom in this and I LOVE it.

(Please be nice, I haven't written smut in a very long time so I might be rusty! Also, this was not edited or looked over, so there might be mistakes.)

Word Count: idfk I forgot to check and I'm not counting sorry bitches love u tho💗😍 definitely over 1k tho.

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Utterly, completely, wholeheartedly bored.

Bored.

So extremely bored.

A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on your stomach, legs in the air. You rested your chin in your hand, grabbing the remote to the tv with the other. Mindlessly, you scrolled through the streaming platforms you had, hoping you'd find something interesting to watch.

You lay on the bed in your boyfriend and yours room, staring up at the ceiling, hoping that if you looked long enough something interesting would happen. Like, maybe, the textured details would turn into stars, twinkling in the dimly lit room. Or, maybe something would fall from the ceiling. It would suck, especially having to fix it, but at least you wouldn't be bored.

"It's October, maybe I should watch a horror movie..." You mumbled to yourself.

'Ding'

Placing the remote down, you turned your head to where your phone rested. Groaning, you got up and walked towards the night stand, unplugging your phone from its charger and smiling when you saw a text from your boyfriend.

Severus: Hello, darling. I am afraid I will not be home tonight at the time I promised. I have last minute papers I must grade.

Your nostrils flared as you closed your eyes in frustration.

You: Are you fucking serious? Severus, you've been coming home late almost every single day this month!

Severus: I know, darling. But, these things happen. It will be an hour at most.

You: Whatever, I don't care. Stay as late as you want.

You tossed your phone on your bed, running a hand through your hair. You knew it wasn't his fault, but it still irritated you. It felt like he didn't spend time with you lately. You really missed your boyfriend. All you wanted right now was a hug.

'Ding'

Sighing, you picked up your phone again. Tapping the notification, your screen changed to the conversation between you and Severus. However, you were caught of guard by what he had sent.

Severus: I hope you aren't getting an attitude with me, my love. Just because you're frustrated does not mean you get to act like a spoiled brat. I am not the one that decides when I stay late and how long. Your attitude is misdirected and I strongly suggest you change it before I get home.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched slightly. Sitting down on the bed, you had an iron grip on your phone, eyes locked on the text he had sent. Tongue swiping across your lips, your mouth suddenly became dry. Would you dare and toy with him? You were extremely bored beforehand, and this sounded like it would be a lot of fun. You typed out a response.

You: Your suggestion has been taken into consideration and I've decided that I will not listen to it.

Severus: Oh? So, this is a game to you now, is it, my love? A fun little game to keep you entertained?

You: Maybe it is. Is there a problem with that, Severus?

Severus: There will be when I get home.

You: Ok, sure.

Suddenly, a video appeared. Severus had recorded a small video of him flexing his hand, the only lighting being that of the candles he had scattered about his office. The orange hues of the small fires highlighted the slightly visible veins on his hand, making them stand out more than they usually do. Your heart nearly skipped a beat. You thought you were toying with him. But, it turns out that it was the opposite.

You: Holy shit.

Severus: You are lucky I even sent that, I should be focusing on work. Or, would you like me to get home even later due to having to entertain you?

You: No! Please, get your work done. I want you to come home as soon as possible.

Severus: And why is that, my love? Are you truly that easy to arouse? Is my hand all it takes to make your heart swell, your breath hitch, your mouth water, your knees weak?

You: Fuck, Severus. Please, get home as soon as possible. I need you so bad. Please.

Severus: I will take my time with my work, darling. It is you who will have to be patient. You've already gotten yourself in trouble tonight, I suggest you don't push your limits.

You: Ok, I'll be patient. I promise.

Severus: That's my girl. I promise, when I get home I will fuck you like you so desperately want. Now, relax and rest until I get home. You're going to need it.

•••

You had been laying on your bed for the past 30 minutes. The whole time your stomach was in knots. You so badly wanted to touch yourself, it's not like Severus would know. But, you still decided against it. Even if you knew he wouldn't know, you still felt like he would find out. And you did not want to get in any more trouble. If you touched yourself while waiting for him, he might decide against fucking you.

'I need a distraction...'

You yawned, suddenly feeling tired. Though, it was no surprise to you. Last night you didn't get much sleep, if any. Stretching out your legs and arms, you nearly moaned at how good it felt. Glancing over at the alarm clock you had on your nightstand, you read the time.

'9:30 p.m'

You blinked, sleepily. He probably wouldn't be home for another hour. A little sleep wouldn't do any harm. After all, he said to rest because you would need it. Your eyes grew heavy as your head rested against your fluffy pillow. With one last yawn, you succumbed to the comfortable embrace of sleep.

Trudging along the sidewalk, he had finally reached the house he lived in with his girlfriend. Excitement filled his body as he pulled out his house key, which was attached to a lanyard y/n had got him as a joke. It was extremely feminine, which is why she got it as a joke. But, he still used it. He didn't care if he got weird looks because of it. It was soft pink with little white flowers on it. He had actually begun to grow rather fond of it. Any gift from his girlfriend, no matter what it was, he would always treasure.

•••

3rd Pov:

He swiftly unlocked the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Taking off the lanyard, he placed it in the bowl they had kept by the front door on a table in the corner. He slid his shoes off, sighing in relief as he felt the cool wood floor through his socks. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it on the coat rack and walked upstairs. Once he got the the bedroom door, he opened it carefully and smiled when he saw y/n. She lay curled up in a ball underneath a sea of blankets. He chuckled. She had taken 'get some rest' literally.

As he sat on the other side of the bed, she shifted. A low groan left her lips. He leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, smiling to himself. Deciding to change into more comfortable wear, he got up and walked to their shared closet. He began to unbutton his shirt when he heard rustling and a slight murmur behind him. A smirk grew across his face.

"I know you are awake, my love. You're terrible at pretending to be asleep." He chuckled to himself.

She groaned, sitting up from her comfortable position on the bed. Stretching out her body, she turned around and faced Severus, noticing that he was just beginning to change his clothes. She shifted in place, already feeling lustful at the sight of him. She had missed him so dearly.

"You look rather comfortable.." He drawled, eyes running over her body.

It was only then did she remember what she was wearing. Even though it was October and the weather had begun to grow cooler, she still wore a pair of light purple sleep shorts and a thin soft yellow spaghetti strap tank top. The heat in their house was on and, as weird as it was, she liked the contrast the warm air had on her skin combined with the cold air from outside. Her nipples were slightly erect due the slight chill in the air.

Focus left her outfit as she returned it back to Severus. He stood before her, looking down at her with piercing dark eyes. A few of the buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing some of his collarbone. With a smooth movement, he reached out and took her chin gently into his hand, tilting it up to force her to look at him with his pointer finger, thumb softly caressing the side of her jaw.

"Tell me, my dear..." He started, his tongue slipping out the delicately lick his lips.

"Have you been good?"

Her heart nearly lept out of her chest, or at least, it tried to. Ever since she had first met Severus, she had always found his demeanor, his intimidating aura to be one of the hottest things ever. The way he looked so menacing, yet so kind on the inside, it was a powerful combination that made her insides churn and burn.

"Yes.." She said, breathlessly.

He rolled his eyes, crouching down to be level with her eye line. Tucking a strand of hand behind her ear, he swiped his thumb across her lips slowly.

"Speak up for me, darling. Have you been good?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

A low groan escaped his lips, enjoying the way that word rolled off her tongue. Like a music note that sent chills down his spine, he cherished it. Standing up, he moved to the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his untamed hair.

"I believe you darling, I know you've been good. I am so very proud of you. You demonstrated such patience tonight, and for that you will be greatly rewarded. But, one must not forget how you acted before. Therefore, you don't deserve to be fucked properly tonight. You will get my cock another night." He stated, very matter o' factly.

She groaned, preparing to protest. However, he bent over in one swift motion and grabbed her ankles, dragging her towards the edge of the bed. Bringing his hand up, he pressed his finger against her lips.

"I don't think you are in any place to complain or argue, love. I'm still going to treat you tonight, just not the way you wanted. We can't always get what we want, now can we darling?" The words rolled of his tongue so sickeningly smooth, like honey.

She nodded, deciding that ultimately, he was right.

"No, we can't. You're right, sir."

Releasing her from his grip, he allowed her to get comfortable on the bed as he stood back up. He began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, allowing it to fall off his body. His pale chest was illuminated faintly by the candles lit in the room, flickering gently.

"First, you will give me what I want. Then, I'll please you like you so badly crave. Are you okay with that, darling?" He asked, always wanting to make sure she was ok with things first.

She nodded, watching eagerly as he began to remove his belt. Eyes locked on the large bulge in his pants. He groaned softly as he removed his pants, kicking them off his feet swiftly.

"Come here, darling. On the floor right her- wait - grab a pillow, please."

She grabbed a pillow and brought it over to him. Taking it from her hands, he placed it on the floor in front of him.

"Kneel right there my love, yes, there you go. Comfortable?" He cooed.

She nodded and smiled, grateful that he wanted to make sure she wasn't in pain during this. His fingers ran through her hair, taking a piece of it and tugging on it lightly, smirking to himself as she let out a soft yelp.

"I'm always amazed by how beautiful you look like this, on your knees, waiting to please me. Do you feel beautiful, my love?" His eyes were brimming with lust and love.

Shrugging, she nodded, half-heartedly. A frown was plastered across Severus' face. He tutted, running his calloused thumb across her cheek.

"Well, that won't do, now will it? No. Don't worry my love, I'll make you feel beautiful. Just like you should feel. Now, be good and get to work, hm?"

His words made her shiver, always fascinated by how romantic he made their intimate moments. Even if they were intense and rough moments, he always managed to make it romantic and passionate. It tugged at her heartstrings and encapsulated her. Shaking out of her thoughts, she reached forward and palmed at the prominent bulge in his briefs. A hiss left his mouth, showing that he was already very sensitive down there. Hastily, she pulled his underwear down, his cock popping out and hitting his lower stomach.

"Don't tease me, love. I'm not in the mood for any games." He warned, and she knew better than to take that for granted.

Listening to him, she got right to work. Her hand found it's way around his shaft and began to pump up and down, thumb gliding over the tip, causing a soft groan to escape his lips. She dragged her tongue over the vein on the bottom of he shaft, the salty and bitter taste of skin and sweat gathering on her taste buds.

"That's it, keeping going honey. You're doing so good." Severus sighed.

His praise drove her crazy, making her relax her throat and take all of him in her mouth at once. She gagged on the length and winced as the tip slammed against the back of her throat. Once she adjusted to the size, her head began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around in a frenzy, not knowing if it was even causing any pleasure for her boyfriend. However, her speculations were thrown out the window when she felt him grip a handful of her hair and tug on it. She groaned, the vibrations traveling down his dick, making him groan as well. Her mind was clouded with lust and want, all she could think about was getting him to the point of pleasure he wanted, and she wanted as well. Bringing her hands up she started to softly grip his balls, rubbing them while continuing to guide his dick down her throat. The only sounds in the room were of her wet and muffled gags and his ragged breathing as he reached the precipice of his climax.

"Mmm, darling, I-I'm almost there. Keep going." He moaned softly, hand firmly planted behind her head.

Not even five seconds later, he had squinted his eyes closed, dick twitching in her mouth and let out a moan as he released himself down her throat. He quickly pulled out and left the room without a word. Y/n sat there on the floor, confused, cum dripping down her throat and her lips. Before she could state to question anything, Severus had come back. In hand was a damp washcloth and a glass of what looked to be juice. He knelt down, handing the glass to you as he used the washcloth to wipe the excess cum off her face. Once he was done, he placed the washcloth on the vanity across from him.

"Here, drink this. I don't care what people say about sex, it doesn't take a genius to know that cum does not taste pleasant." He commented, grabbing the glass of juice and holding it to her lips.

She titled her head back and opened her mouth slightly, letting the juice trickle into her mouth before she swallowed it. Relief washed over her body as the salty-thick feeling and taste of the substance went away. When Severus knew the taste had gone away, he placed the glass next to the washcloth. He bent over and picked y/n up, placing her gently on the bed. His face was still flushed, recovering from the orgasm he had just experienced.

"Are you ready darling?" He questioned.

Nodding, she smiled.

He tutted and traced his fingers delicately over her hips.

"I need words, darling."

He needed words, but his words alone were driving her crazy as it was. She could barely even speak, captivated by the man above her. The orange hues from the candles in the room illuminated his figure. He looked like an angel. A dark angel, with a warm soul.

"Y-Yes, Severus. I'm ready." Her voice was shaky, anxious for what was to come.

A smirk tugged at his lips as they trailed down her body, planting chaste kisses as they went. The warm and wet feeling of his tongue sent goosebumps down her skin as he dragged it down her naval.

"Does that feel good, my love?" He mused.

All she could do was gasp in response, as shortly after he hooked a finger under the waistband of her shorts and tugged on it, letting it slap back against her skin. Her reaction caused him to chuckle softly.

"Yeah? Sorry, tell me again, does it feel good?" He toyed with her.

His hands now fully pulled her shorts down, along with her panties, revealing her vagina to him. The shimmering glisten of her arousal was slathered all around her labia. Severus' eyes grew as he saw a small trickle trail down the curve of her ass. With his finger, he tossed the pair of panties to the side. A cruel grin grew on his face as he blew softly against her center, causing her to let out a soft whimper and her hips to buck. Instantly, Severus gripped her thighs with his hands and slammed them down.

"Darling, am I going to have to restrain you?" His voice was teasing, but his question was genuine.

She quickly shook her head.

"N-No, I'll be still, I promise." She pleaded.

He raised an eyebrow, not fully believing her.

"If I find you cannot remain still for your treat, then I will be forced to restrain you, my dear. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand, sir." She batted her eyes seductively towards him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he looked back down towards her dripping core. For a minute, he contemplated diving right in. Licking up her arousal and curling his fingers deep inside of her, watching her squirm. But, he stopped. Sitting up, he grabbed y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed breast.

"Darling, I want you to touch yourself. But, only your chest. Do you understand? I will be right back."

Without another word he left the room, yet again. A groan left y/n's throat, irritated how often he kept leaving. However, she listened to him and began to grope her chest. Although it wasn't that satisfying, it did manage to keep her aroused until he came back.

"I'm sorry dear, that's the last time I will leave. I promise." He apologized, sincerely before nestling himself between her legs again.

"I wanted to make sure my hands were clean before I touched you. I wouldn't be pleased with myself if my recklessness caused you to be in pain from a UTI or something of the matter." His tone was soft and caring, causing y/n's heart to melt.

"Oh, Severus, that's so kind of y-you...mmm.." She began to thank him, but was swiftly cut off by the feeling of his thumb pressed against her clit gently.

A low chuckle could be heard from Severus.

"Mmm, what was that, my dear?" He taunted.

Y/n gripped the headboard, wishing to keep her promise of not moving. She frowned.

"Severus, please, I want more than that!" She pleaded.

Rolling his eyes, he reached up and pinched her nipple roughly through her thin tank top. A yelp left her throat and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"What the fuck!?"

"You will be patient, just like you were earlier. I said I would please you, and I am."

His thumb rubbed across her clit at an agonizingly slow pace, his pointer finger on his other hand lazily tracing around her labia. All the while, his breath wafted against her teasingly.

"Well, maybe if you did a better job I wouldn't be so impatient..."

Severus froze, unsure if he had heard her correctly. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. The grip he had on her thighs had gotten stronger. Letting out a breath, he loosened his grip and climbed up, hovering directly over y/n.

"Are you really this immature, y/n? Acting out like a spoiled brat when you don't get your way? Hm? I suppose you think that was a clever thing to say, right?" His tone had grown darker, obviously fed up with how irritating y/n had been acting tonight.

"I-.. Um.." She trailed.

"Oh? Suddenly you're out of witty remarks? No comebacks?" He sneered.

She did not know what to say anymore, she did not think before she spoke. And now, she was going to pay the price. Roughly, she was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a calloused hand grip her throat, just tight enough to catch her attention.

"Yeah, not so mouthy anymore, hm? Can't sass me when I've got my hand wrapped around your throat, isn't that right?" He mocked.

A strangled whimper left y/n's throat, squirming underneath him. But, as soon as he had put his hand there, he had removed it. It caught y/n offgaurd for sure, leaving her confused.

"Right, I'm done playing games with you. You wanted to be pleased and that's what you're going to get. No more beating around the bush, no more of that bratty attitude, and no more sass."

Without another second to spare, he went right back between her legs and attached his mouth to her center, tongue instantly pushing inside. Y/n's hand instantly shot to his hair and gripped it tightly, arching her back slightly.

"Fuck! Severus!" She moaned.

He just groaned in response, muffled between her legs which he grasped firmly. The sound of him slurping up her arousal and deep groans filled y/n's mind. She was lost in the sensation, a cloud of lust and arousal filling up her stomach. His hand crawled up her stomach and slid underneath her tank top, roughly squeezing her breast. Y/n squirmed underneath him, the pleasure, although amazing, made her body writhe as a reflex.

Severus growled.

"Stay still!"

He hooked his arms underneath her legs, drawing them over his chest as he leaned forward, causing y/n's knees to press against her chest. Severus continued his frenzy against her core, lapping up all of her arousal. Her back arched even further, signalling that she was close. Instantly, Severus slid two fingers in, curling them up into her soft flesh. A loud and, rather pornographic moan, erupted from y/n's mouth. He chuckled against her skin, enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Yeah? You close? Oh, I bet you wanna cum so badly, hm? Is that what you want? Tell me what you want, darling."

His voice was so encouraging that it almost felt condescending in a way, most likely a mock at how she had once been so cocky and confident, and now she was writhing underneath him and whimpering.

"Y-Yes! Wanna cum, sir! Please.." She forced out, in a wispy breath.

"That's my girl.." He cooed.

With a few more curls of his fingers, her walls tightened around him and relaxed as her orgasm rushed through her. Severus attached his lips to her center, making sure to swallow every bit of her arousal. When he was satisfied, his head drew up, a string of saliva connected from her clit to his lower lip. Both of them were breathing heavily, and as Snape stood up he wiped the arousal off his chin with his thumb and licked it off.

"Stay right there, darling."

Going in the hallway, he grabbed another washcloth from the closet and ran it under the sink in the bathroom. Ringing it out, he made his way back to the bedroom and smiled when he saw y/n. She was trying to sit up, but was too sore to do so. Chuckling, Snape sat next to her and began to wipe down her inner legs, stomach, and anywhere else that needed to be cleaned. Once he was certain she was fully clean, he did the same to himself. Letting out a sigh, he climbed into the sheets next to his lover. He placed his chin on her shoulder, planting a kiss on her neck.

"Was I too rough, darling?" He asked, concern laced his voice.

She shook her head.

"No, you weren't. I'm sorry I was so..." She trailed.

"Infuriating?" He whispered lowly in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

Rolling her eyes she reluctantly agreed.

"Yes. Infuriating."

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her half naked body against his fully naked body. He rubbed a hand over her lower stomach, providing some comfort to the soreness.

"Well, next time you should just listen to me. If I tell you I'll please you, I will darling. I'd never leave you feeling uncared for."

She nodded.

"I know, Sev. I've just been a little frustrated lately. I feel like we don't spend quality time with each other anymore." She sighed.

"You're right, we don't. I'm sorry my work has been keeping me away. But, I'm always here darling. And when this hectic chaos at work is over, I'll make for all lost time. I'll never leave you. You understand that, right?"

She turned around to face him, smiling and eyes full of love.

"Yes, I understand. I love you, Severus."

"I love you too, y/n."

~

#harry potter #writers #fanfic writer #severus snape #severus snape x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #writers of tumblr #wattpad #pro snape #snape smut

[starlingflight]

Ginniversary Drabble 8

Prompt: "I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there"

AO3 or read below:

Not for the first time that summer, an argument had broken out over breakfast in the Potter household.

Harry resisted the urge to squirm under his daughter's fierce glare, so like Ginny's it was almost unnerving.

“Just because your life is so boring, doesn't mean you need to ruin mine!”

Lily flung the comment across the table with a look of triumph that made it clear she thought she'd found the worst insult imaginable.

Harry, however, let the remark bounce right off him. The corner of his lip twitched despite his discomfort only a moment before. ‘Boring’; The worst thing in the world to a child who had only ever known safety, security, and love; for him a privilege he was thankful for every day.

“Oh,” James’ mouth split into a delighted smile. “That was extremely disrespectful, Lils.” His eyes darted between Harry and Ginny. “Worth grounding her for another week, wouldn't you say?”

“Enough, James,” Ginny said firmly. She waved her finger decidedly between him and Al. “You two, out. We need to speak to your sister.”

James merely shrugged, eyes glinting in a way that made Harry certain he already had mischief planned outside the dining room, and no inclination to be separated from it any longer.

Al's mouth fell open in outrage. “I'm not done with my breakfast!”

Ginny's wand was already sweeping through the air. “Thank goodness toast is portable,” she said dryly, catching Harry's eye as she directed two slices towards the door.

He fought the urge to grin once more; an effort that was helped significantly by Lily's aggrieved sigh.

She crossed her arms over her chest; her head fell back against her chair as though she couldn't muster the energy to hold it up under the weight of the incredible burden that was her life.

“Oh stop it,” Ginny said impatiently as the door closed behind James and Al. “You've been grounded for a week, it's hardly the end of the world.”

Her eyes met Harry's again; they both looked away quickly.

“I'm going to miss Cassia's party!” Lily's tone made it abundantly evident that they were both morons and this was, in fact, the end of the world.

“Well, you should've thought about that before you snuck out of the house in the middle of the night.”

And almost gave me a heart attack, he didn't add, despite the truth of the statement, fearing he might sound quite as dramatic as Lily did.

“I said sorry,” Lily mumbled. “I am sorry.” She looked up at him, fixing Harry with wide, sincere brown eyes that he'd never been able to say no to when Ginny directed them at him; he'd already learnt he fared no better when it was Lily. “I won't do it again.”

His resolve wavered, but Ginny's hand found his leg beneath the table before he could say as much out loud, pinching hard enough to force Harry to look at her instead. Her eyes were hard and unyielding, inviting no deviation from their agreed course.

“We appreciate that,” she said firmly, turning back to Lily. “However, actions have consequences, and you're still grounded.”

“Unbelievable!” Lily's chair scraped loudly across the dining room floor. “Fine. I'll be in my room, making no noise, and pretending I'm not there!”

She pulled the door open with enough force Harry was surprised it remained on its hinges. “I'm pretty sure this infringes on my civil liberties!”

“It doesn't. Trust me, I'm well acquainted with the law,” Harry called after her retreating back.

“But we look forward to hearing from your lawyer,” Ginny added.

Lily's response was delayed, but the pointed slam of her bedroom door could be heard a few moments later throughout the house.

#hinny #harry x ginny #hinny as parents #ginniversary bingo #drabble

[swp2023]

SWP Account

TW: transphobia, transmisogyny, SA, gaslighting/manipulation, general trotskyist bullshit

I first joined the SWP as a minor during the Honor Oak demos. When I attended one of the protests for the first time in May 2023, I knew fairly little about the British left and its intricacies. I joined at a time when I was incredibly vulnerable - I was an isolated trans teenager with a poor home and school life and few friends. I initially joined SUTR but was soon syphoned into the SWP and became a formal member around 1.5 months in. After four months I was lucky enough to meet people outside of the party, find my own systems of support, and start drifting away from them. At the beginning of October I formally left the party and rescinded my membership. I essentially speedran the process. I know that I am not the first to come forward about their experiences in the SWP, and that my account won’t be as horrific or traumatic as others’. But the more I sit with the memories of spending time in the SWP, the more frustrated and angry I become with how poorly I was treated, especially as a trans teenager. A while ago, I compiled a list of everything I could recall about being in the party and its impact on me, and I’m hoping sharing it will draw more awareness to the extent that the Socialist Workers Party hasn’t changed and actively poses a threat to young activists. 

Structural/Functional Problems

Most people are aware of the SWP’s overt focus on recruitment, but within the party it’s even worse than it looks from the outside. Recruitment processes target those new to activism, especially young women and queer people. On multiple occasions, SWP leaflets were purposefully plastered outside my secondary school and other schools in the area. Once you’re involved with the party in any capacity, there’s a lot of pressure to ensure you formally join - if you’re not a member, within a month you’ll have membership papers being shoved in your face constantly. The worst instance of this was when I attended Marxism over the summer while I was in quite a bad place. I ended up having a breakdown in a corner of SOAS, and someone walked up to me when I was visibly upset and somehow tried to use it as a recruitment opportunity. Although far from the worst of their faults, the recruitment means the party is incredibly stagnant and frankly, boring. The same meetings repeat over and over, the same discussions are held, conferences are repetitive and demos are attended only for the purposes of recruiting or selling papers. 

The general attitude towards other, non-SWP activists is extremely condescending and patronising, especially in both formal and informal discussions of anarchism and grassroots organising. I consistently heard anarchists being reduced to a violent, ineffective group of rag tag young un’s who don’t know what they’re doing. I think it must have been in their handbook to describe anarchism as “grabbing 15 of your mates and beating up fascists”, because I heard that exact phrasing used at least twice. The belief that the SWP’s unwritten values and structures are the only correct ones runs deeply, and since I was a teenager my age was often used to dismiss my actions as immature or naive. I was told I was being pretentious for wearing a mask at demos - I’d been doxxed before and was looking out for my safety but apparently this made me appear “hostile and unwelcoming”. 

I can’t emphasise enough how much everyone in the SWP is treated as disposable unless you work for them. They don’t care about arrestee support, accountability, or building safe environments. I was a trans teenager so I looked good for their party, but ultimately they couldn’t care less what I had to say and I was often shut down or told my ideas weren’t appropriate. The SWP consistently seizes the politics of individuals’ marginalised identities to create a more appealing facade, while also discarding the same individuals as soon as they are no longer politically convenient. 

Lack of Accountability

From the beginning, it was clear that there were zero helpful routes for complaints or conflict resolution. I asked multiple times at meetings what their explicit process was for dealing with internal issues, and at best I got an off-hand mention to the central committee. Mostly I was shut down right away and told it wasn’t the right time to ask - a better time never became apparent. There is zero transparency and it didn’t take me too long to realise that I had no faith in anyone in the party to protect me or listen to me if something went south. You’ll hear them talk about their “disputes committee”, which was established as a response to the Comrade Delta coverup, but despite all the time I spent in the party I still have no idea who’s in this committee, how to access it, or whether it’s ever successfully resolved a dispute. 

No one talks about the coverup. This isn’t too surprising but every time I tried to ask about it, I was met with the same awkward dismissal. It’s creepy how everyone who’s been in the party for a while feeds you the same “that was a long time ago and we’ve changed and learned from it” schtick. Even a month in the party would be enough to show you that this isn’t true. The process of covering up the reputational damage from Comrade Delta is very much still active and the more time you spend around them, the more subtly intrinsic it becomes to everything you do. I was walking with a paid member of the SWP and watched him slap an SWP “trans rights now” sticker over one that read “the SWP protects rapists in their party”. No organisation that’s suitably addressed its failures should feel so threatened by the reminder of them. 

More widely, there are never any internal criticisms of the party. When I was in, I was in deep. I went to their weekly meetings, their organising meetings, their conferences - I went to fucking marxism. Not once did I hear a natural critique arise, there’s a complete lack of self awareness. It isn’t an environment where you’d feel comfortable expressing criticisms, and this has led to an echo chamber of sorts in which many members are incapable of conceiving themselves or the party as imperfect. It’s a dangerous amount of self-assuredness and this attitude allows for a culture of racism and bigotry to underlie the party’s supposedly anti-racist fronts - microaggressions don’t get called out, racism gets excused especially in the predominantly white spaces. There aren’t any attempts to actually foster anti-racist mindsets or incorporate it into how they organise, it’s largely just for external presentation and again, recruitment. 

Any issues that do get brought up are met with absurd amounts of gaslighting and guilt tripping. The party runs on guilt and censorship. If you ask too many questions people start acting cold or frame your comment as needlessly confrontational. Even now, I still struggle to process a lot of what happened because I was constantly told it was normal, that I was overreacting, that because I was relatively new to activism I didn’t know what I was talking about. 

Transphobia and Transmisogyny

As I’ve mentioned, my main involvement in the party was based around my identity as a trans youth, but there was very little regard for my safety as it pertained to this. For instance, without any warning a parcel was sent to my house with my chosen name on it. This put me in a bad situation because my parents hated the thought of me going by another name, I had to lie and endure my home life temporarily getting much worse. When I brought it up with someone I trusted in the SWP, it was dismissed without so much as an apology for putting me in a dangerous situation. I spoke to another trans ex-member about this and they told me about going through the exact same thing a few years back - the SWP doesn’t learn or change. 

There is consistent, blatant transphobia in the party. There were too many occurrences to list out here, but it’s so profoundly endemic to the party that I spent a considerable amount of time feeling uncomfortable and objectified. I had someone tell me they wouldn’t use they/them pronouns because “it’s too hard”. I was constantly misgendered, and although it was sometimes a careless mistake it was often very clearly intentionally weaponised. Almost every time it happened there was someone in the room who knew me well enough to know what my pronouns were and correct the mistake, but that never happened. No one stood up for me. 

There’s explicit transmisogyny. In addition to being generally misgendered and sexualised, trans women are often referred to with they/them pronouns and as a “person”. There was a trans woman quite deeply involved with the party who I spoke with a few times, she often got dismissed when she contributed at conferences and one time, a cis dude fully stood up and started talking over her while the chair of the meeting allowed it to happen. 

Contrary to what the SWP would have you believe, there just aren’t many trans people in the party. Certainly not a proportionate amount when compared to the wider left, which isn’t surprising once you’ve experienced being trans in there - there aren’t any attempts to make you feel any less isolated, ostracised, or used. There are, however, plenty of cis people who think that just because they’ve attended a trans demo or two they know more about the experiences of trans people than we do. 

I want to note that all the transphobia I experienced and witnessed took place while London branches of the SWP were spending their time at HO trans rights demos, handing out their placards, using it for recruitment, and taking credit for the work that was mainly being done by grassroots activists. Transphobia is just one example of how hollow their ideals are. 

Non-Existent Consent Culture

When I was sitting in a conference at SOAS, a man I didn’t know sat next to me and ran his hand down my back while we were talking, and then repeatedly tried to scoot closer to me when I moved away. 

A different time, someone tried to get me to sit close enough to them so that our legs were touching. 

Both of these incidents were extremely creepy and uncomfortable, and just to be clear: I was visibly/openly a minor during both. 

In general, physical contact is heavily normalised and sort of expected. There was always an expectation that you’d hug people, that you were okay with being patted on the back or having an arm around your shoulders or whatever. I always felt uncomfortable with this and although some people were fine with it and people’s intentions weren’t always harmful, there’s just generally zero consent culture and most times I wouldn’t have felt comfortable saying no. 

When I was in a transition phase of technically still being in the SWP but trying to spend as little time around them as possible, one of them came up to me at a demo (where, for the record, I’d just been through quite a traumatic incident - not that it should have to matter) and tried to pull me in for a hug without asking. When I flinched away without saying anything other than “hi”, she later commented to a comrade that I was being rude. The persistent entitlement to my body and my consent was disgusting. 

Exit Process

When I started spending less time with the SWP and more time with anarchists and antifascists, they were semi-aware of it so I got lots of calls and messages purporting to be “checking in”, but the undertone was very much “why aren’t you standing with us at demos anymore”. No one ever checked in on me when I was properly in the party. One of the calls was particularly lengthy and pretty much summed up to “we feel like you’re drifting away, we really miss you and you’re our comrade” - more guilt tripping. The feeling that I was trapped because I was constantly being contacted and approached at demos was bad enough to make me actively suicidal. 

The final breaking point for me was a conversation that happened in the South London SWP group chat that had reached an intolerable level of censorship. Someone, very politely, complained about how the branch had made a commitment to doing hybrid meetings but consistently struggled to actually have working tech/mics/etc. They also suggested a possible solution. They got shut down with a curt “our main focus has to be in the room rather than on our phones”, a comment that rightfully got called out as being explicitly ableist, especially since the following messages implied that attending online was insufficient or lazy. This conversation was concerning enough, but the original person then got told they “sounded harsh” (they didn’t - I’ve seen more lively conversations in my extended family’s whatsapp group), and was explicitly told to delete their message. I finally had a good answer to what happens when you criticise anything the SWP does, and this was a fairly mild criticism too. 

Then, a comrade I know very gently expressed their support for the original person - literally just said that they agreed with them and didn’t think they were being harsh. This comrade (also a teen) got two separate DMs telling them that they “misunderstood” what was happening and to delete their message as well. The hierarchies and power structures within the SWP are so obviously corrupt, and this whole incident just made that much more clear to me. 

I sent a final message on this chat, calling out the patterns of behaviour I’d noticed and advising people to do what I had - take a step back and look at who actually gets listened to in the party, at the corruption that’s so deeply rooted in it. Then I left that chat. The next day I was removed from every SWP-related chat I was in - fine by me, I was done. I did get sent one DM telling me that I had misread the situation, was overreacting, etc. It was incredibly infantilizing and blamed the fact that I’d been associating with other people as the reason I’d formed these opinions - clearly the SWP was reliant on my isolation. 

I was out of the chats but I did get the aforementioned comrade to update me on the aftermath, which was mostly damage control. The upcoming conference got plugged, people talked shit about me for being immature and overreacting. I’ve got screenshots of this incident in particular but I honestly don’t think they’re too worth sharing. I firmly believe that painting the bigger picture of the party and how and why it operates like this is much more important. 

I’d say I made it very clear that I wanted nothing more to do with the SWP and its members, but to this day I still have issues with them at demos. I’ve had people come up to me and try to touch me in various ways - hugs, back pats, etc - that I’ve expressed I’m uncomfortable with. There’s someone who winks at me. The general attitude towards me seems to be either glaring me down when I walk by (I don’t mind this honestly), or being overly nice as if I hadn’t been groomed into their cult (this is considerably worse).

I think this summarises it pretty well. It’s not everything - some stuff is hard to talk about, some would involve revealing info about me that I need to be private, and honestly my brain has defensively blocked out a lot of the time I spent around the SWP, so I’m still remembering stuff out of the blue. But please listen to me, listen to everyone else who’s been through their pipeline and made it out the other end. They aren’t just an annoyance with boring placards, they hurt people. They prey on young queers and women and don’t actually give a shit about anyone. Kick them out of your demos, kick them out of your circles, and also - try to get people out! I owe my life to the anarchists who were like “hey, we see you’re in there and you probably don’t want to be - you can hang out with us”. Most of the people the SWP recruits are sucked in before they have a chance to form other networks, and it’s hard as fuck to leave a party when all your activism takes place within it and you’ve got nowhere else to go. The Socialist Workers Party is broken beyond repair and needs to be dissolved, and I would encourage its current membership to resign. Thanks for reading. 

[ladymelisande]

Honestly, I can't imagine going and writing a piece of media that is basically Unreliable Narrator: The Series, and having a fandom that childishly insists that the narrators can't be unreliable.

How is Louis an unreliable narrator?

Daniel calls him out about blatantly lying multiple times and he does correct himself.

What Louis says sometimes doesn't match what we are shown on screen.

What he says doesn't match previous versions.

What he says is contested by other accounts.

He is extremely biased towards painting Claudia as innocent and justified as possible and he is called out on that, multiple times.

How is Claudia an unreliable narrator?

Her testimony is written and we don't have other people to corroborate what was solely in her POV.

She was extremely biased in her accounts and had a black and white thinking.

They are, by definition, unreliable narrators, but is not only that but making Louis and Claudia completely truthful basically strips Louis from a true character arc. Louis is literally covering his ears and singing LALALALALALA about Claudia and his own failings as a father and that is shown on screen multiple times.

The thing about Louis in the second part of IWTV is that he had to confront that he had misjudged Lestat and that his passivity had led to Claudia's death. Because if he had stopped Claudia from killing Lestat then he wouldn't have had to go to Armand and she wouldn't have been doomed by the coven. If we make Lestat's murder this Righteous and Justified Killing by the Poor Little Victims with No Agency™ then Louis has no character arc confronting his failings as a parent.

Now, I am going to pretend for a moment that this Lifetime Movie nonsense that the fandom preaches is something they would write. I want to ask: if everything was Lestat's fault, if the point of their stories was just to be 'free' of Lestat... Then why does Paris happen? Why does Paris happen as a chain of consequences of Louis' passiveness and Claudia's plans?

What exactly is the point of Paris if the story was meant to be just Louis and Claudia escaping from their Evil Abuser™? In which way does that plot makes Louis an interesting character? What's the point of Paris, of the trial, of Armand if that was the end goal? I'm trying to wrap my head on what is the plot that the 'Louis is not unreliable' crowd have in mind because I don't see any. I just see a badly written Cosmic Plaything character who tragedy only happens to him because Evil Lestat Did a Thing and He Couldn't Stop It™.

Louis's character arc is also going on in the present day. If the culmination of it is just realising that Lestat was Evil and Claudia was Innocent then why having the second interview at all? He already did that in San Francisco. If that's the supposed story the show wants to tell then they might as well started the show from Lestat's POV because at least he is more active and if Louis is so reliable then why would Lestat tell his own story to correct him?

Making Louis reliable strips him from a character arc in both timelines. Making him a passive character whose only goal in two seasons is to tell the story about how he and his innocent daughter escaped their abusive husband/father makes him not only the complete opposite of what his book counterpart was but also a flat and boring character that goes against the themes and narrative that the show is proposing.

#louis de pointe du lac #claudia de lioncourt #lestat de lioncourt #interview with the vampire #I open twitter five minutes and I just lose twenty braincells from the childish takes #they truly don't realise how much the story would completely if the writers were to do the nonsense they want as a 'plot' #less thinking about relantability and more thinking about structure people

[mrs-kodzuken]

The beginning of new love ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader

WC: 1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff, kind of oc ushijima, just (y/n) loving ushi, big baby ushijima

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The lightening of the TV flashed upon Ushijima's peaceful, sleeping face. I peeked upon his face from the position I was in which was laying on his broad chest.

He's been practicing like crazy lately, of course I hadn't minded, but he does need a break here and there.

There really isn't a time where he's not practicing like his life force depends on it but I understand wanting to constantly improve yourself.

I run a hand through his soft olive hair.

I didn't want to wake him up by asking him to move to his bedroom. So, I simply grabbed the blanket from the side of the couch and pulled it on top of his large frame.

The blanket is always there just in case he or I ever fall asleep on the couch.

As much as he hates sleeping on the couch, I can't bear to wake him up from his slumber. I bent down to kiss his cheek and smiled softly at him.

Not to be creepy but I love staring at him when he's sleep. Toshi has really fierce but elegant features and they are so gorgeous on him.

I checked the time and it was around ten at night, I guess he must have really worn himself out today at practice.

I started to feel bad because I was the one who wanted to watch a movie in the first place.

I grabbed the remote to switch off the TV and cleaned up our empty popcorn bowl. I aimed to be extremely quiet in order to not disturb the hunk of a man sleeping on the couch.

I glanced over at him once more before heading to his room. I definitely didn't want to kill him with all my weight by sleeping on him all night.

I would have suffocated the poor guy.

Once I was in his bedroom, I left the door open, no matter how much it scared me. It was just in case he woke up and decided to come in here.

I'll have to say, Ushijima's bed was way bigger than mine for sure.

This meant that whenever l sleep in his bed, it's like I'm a small bug. No joke.

I switched out of my clothes into his large and comfy sweatshirt and shorts. I love being a little replica of him.

Sinking into his unusually comfortable bed, I pulled my phone out.

Deciding to play a game till I got tired seemed like the best option. I opened my 'games' folder on my phone and picked one.

After a while, I had grown bored of my games and phone. I glanced over to his side of the bed and looked at his pillow.

I snatched it and pulled it towards me, pretending that it was Toshi, I cuddled it. The scent of him enveloped me as I breathed it in deeper into my lungs.

If he saw me right now he would definitely think I'm being more weird than the usual amount.

I checked the time and saw that it was almost 12 am. Sighing, I turned over to my left, still cuddling the pillow tightly against my chest.

A strange feeling made my body awake. I peeled my eyes open to see a tall figure at the end of the bed.

That's not scary at all.

A chill ran down my spine as fear shocked through throughout my body. I calmed down as I came to the realization it was just Wakatoshi.

The poor guy had the couch blanket wrapped around his body and head. The simple gesture made him have the resemblance of a child.

A very large child.

I picked up my phone to see what time it was, my clock on the lock screen had shone 3 am brightly, almost blinding me.

Leaning up, my body still heavy with sleep even after the scare. I opened my mouth just a bit to speak but he beat me to it.

"Why'd you leave me in there by myself?" He questioned me quietly.

I raised an eyebrow and refrained from letting out a little laugh.

"Really? You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. Did you want to sleep in here?" I chuckled and moved over more so he could lay down beside me.

Once in, his big arms held warmth as he pulled me closer to his chest. I just couldn't help but to roll my eyes at his soft state.

I didn't know he had such a soft and delicate side along with his usual demeanor.

"You're so cute." I turned over more to peck his rosy tinted lips.

I watched him stare at me as I did so back to him, a kind of awkward silence filled between us before he got my hint. Moving in towards me, he kissed my lips.

I chuckled as he pulled away with a slight pout. I could only wonder what was going on in his mind. His eyes trailed all over my face.

That must've been a sight to see, I had just woken up after all.

He leaned in once again but started pecking all over my face. I started giggling at him while he kissed my nose. This is so unlike his usual behavior that if anyone were to see, it would be unbelievable.

"I like you." He stated, straight faced, when he was done pecking all over my face. I couldn't help but to let out a cry of laughter. It simply just escaped my mouth.

"I like you too, Toshi," I softly replied, leaning up to kiss his nose too.

We have been in a relationship for about four months and he keeps saying that. I think it's really adorable, it was as if he didn't know there was anything else he could say besides, I like you.

On the same note, it felt a bit too early to rush into saying the 'I love you's'.

I turned back around and let him nuzzle into me, his face buried within the crook of my neck. A smile graced my lips before I had fallen asleep once again for that night.

However, this time Toshi had me wrapped in his big warming arms and I felt complete.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Part 6

Part 1 Part 5. Ao3 Link Part 7

It was already the second week of December by the time the Hellfire club finally, finally, defeated the Demon Lord Graz’zt. Normally, Eddie loved when a campaign stretched and stretched. It was a devious kind of joy to get to see his friends get stumped and backtrack and do everything they could to defeat whatever he had put in front of them. 

This time, he just wanted them to stab his stupid demon in the chest, light him on fire, and be done with it. 

A thousand times he had thought about just letting them win, and just letting them get through the end of the campaign. But his integrity as a dungeon master and a storyteller stopped him from doing it every single time. 

That, and Eddie was pretty sure they would be able to tell if he was skimping out on an ending just to get to the next campaign. Especially since they all knew why he would be so anxious to get to the next campaign. 

But, last week they had done it. Right at the last second Graz’zt had exploded in a shower of red sparks, the party had gained treasure and XP galore, and Eddie had stayed up every night this week finishing a one shot just for the occasion. 

Usually there was a rest week in between campaigns, or one of the others would rotate in as DM and Eddie would get to play for a while, but he wanted to be the one to run Steve’s first game. He didn’t trust any of the others not to sabotage, or try and kill him off early. 

Besides, he had the perfect beginner game planned. 

Well, he would have the perfect beginner game if their beginner ever decided to show up. 

“Seems like being late is a character trait,” Frank said as the rest of Hellfire sat around the table, clearly bored. Jeff was doodling in his book, and Rocky looked like he was asleep on the far side, face smushed up against the wood. School had ended almost a half hour ago, but there was still no sign of Steve. 

“This does give us time for a JRP update?” Janet suggested, sliding her chair back and walking over to the board. 

“Well, the update is…wow! Nothing has changed,” Gareth said, faking a look of utter shock before sliding back into his usual grumpy scowl, turning to Eddie, “Do you really want to wait three more months just to have to admit that I am right about him?” 

“How could anything have changed so far, Gareth?” Eddie shot back, sick and tired of his best friend’s issues. 

He held up a hand and began to count on his fingers right in front of Gareth’s face. Eddie knew that the other boy hated when he did things like that, but he also knew that he really couldn’t give a flying fuck at this point. Steve was trying, really honestly trying, and Gareth was being a jerk for literally no reason. 

“We just finished our new campaign, Steve isn’t even aware of the band yet because I’m not allowed to invite him to a show, and your third ridiculous checkpoint still has no defining parameters!” Eddie finished with a flourish. 

“Well, technically you can invite Steve to a show,” Kaiden said, grabbing everyone’s attention. He shrugged, pointing to the board, “It doesn’t say that Eddie can never invite him. It just won’t count towards the JRP until Steve goes without an invitation,” 

“Kaiden, what the hell?” Gareth said, spinning around and shooting his glare over to him instead of Eddie. 

“I don’t mind Steve, Gar.” Kaiden said with a shrug, unphased by his mood. By now they were all getting used to working around Gareth’s griping, “He’s pretty chill, he can be kinda funny, and I can’t think of anything he personally did that was that bad. Maybe he really is trying to be someone different now,”

The rest of the club didn’t speak, which Eddie decided to consider an extremely minute amount of progress. Sure, they weren’t sticking up for Steve, but they weren’t actively fighting against him anymore. 

Well, all except for one

“Traitor,” Gareth muttered under his breath. 

“Hey,” Eddie immediately snapped. Gareth could be pissy with him all he wanted, but he couldn’t go after another one of Eddie’s sheep just because he was mad. 

“I agree with Kaiden, I don’t see why Eddie would be forbidden from ever inviting Steve to a show,” Janet said, tapping her chin. 

Either she was unaware of how close the boys were to actually fighting, or she was actively ignoring it in favor of staying logical. Eddie would bet all of his money on the latter. Janet really was too smart for her own good. 

“As for setting parameters for the third point, I’m not sure how we go about that,” She continued, tapping her chalk against the board as she wracked her brain for potential ideas. 

“We don’t. We’ll know it when we see it,” Gareth stubbornly repeated, crossing his arms, “Though I doubt we will. This is just a waste of time.” 

Okay. Enough was enough. 

“What is your problem with him?!” Eddie shouted, starting the rest of the group. Rocky’s head popped off the table with a gasp, and Jeff immediately stiffened up. They were used to Eddie shouting, used to him raising his voice or getting angry, but that was all play, a show. This was actual anger, and that was scary. 

“Where did your problem with him go?” Gareth said, giving as good as he got, “You used to be the first to say that they aren’t us! They’re the enemy! He is literally the face of that enemy! What happened to the Munson Doctrine?!” 

Eddie opened his mouth to tell Gareth exactly where he could stick his Munson Doctrine, but before he could, Jeff stood up. 

His shoulders were up by his ears, and he looked completely uncomfortable, but Jeff was standing up anyway. A silent look from their bassist took the wind out of both boys’ sails, and they sat back down, tense and on edge. 

“Sorry Jeff,” Eddie sighed, pushing down any potential self hatred that wanted to rise up. The two of them knew Jeff’s story, knew why he wasn’t comfortable with angry yelling close to him, and they had done it anyway. Eddie forced himself to take a deep breath, watching as Gareth did the same. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Gareth echoed, looking genuinely remorseful. 

“This isn’t productive,” Frank pointed out, rolling his chair backwards until it collided with the chalkboard next to where Janet was standing, “I think that we should settle for a compromise.  All of the club members agree that Steve can stay. That would at least be enough to be considered a renouncement of some sort, right?,”

“That’s not the same,” Gareth protested. 

“Well, seeing as you don’t have a good argument for your checkpoint,” Frank replied, trailing off and waiting to hear if he had anything else to say. When Gareth remained grumpy and silent the rest nodded. 

“Okay so, I’ll just write our initials here, and when we decide we’re okay with Steve-”

“If” Gareth interrupted. 

“Fine. If we decide that we’re okay with Steve staying, we can cross out our names,” Janet said, miffed at being talked over, but choosing to move past it in favor of keeping the peace. 

She quickly began to jot down everyone’s initials, adding Steve’s right at the top just to keep up appearances. Eddie wasn’t exactly sure how they would explain that one, but hopefully Steve wouldn’t ask. He usually didn’t question things around the room unless they were particularly outlandish. 

“I’m fine with Steve,” Eddie said the second she wrote his initials. 

“We got that one, Eds,” Jeff replied with a good natured eye roll. Now that things were calming down again, he seemed way more relaxed. Janet clicked her tongue anyway, putting a thick white line through the E.M. she had just written. 

“I don’t mind him,” Kaiden tacked on. Janet shot him a quick nod, crossing out Kaiden’s initials, and then, surprisingly, her own.

“Janet?” Frank questioned. She shrugged, pausing for a second to ruffle his hair as she continued to write. She was the only one that didn’t see the way Frank’s face went beet red the moment she touched him. 

“He’s interesting,” She said, as if that was the only explanation she needed, “I’m a scientist. I like to experiment,” 

She finished with Gareth’s ‘G.L-W.’ turning to face the group. 

“Anyone else?” 

The rest of the club shook their heads, but Eddie couldn’t care less. He was already a third of the way there! And, there was no doubt in his mind that at least a few of them were going to be impressed with Steve’s gameplay today. 

After all Steve had been taught by the best. 

“Okay so, slightly modified parameters, but-” 

“Sorry I’m late!” Steve said as he burst into the room, cutting Janet off. 

If she was annoyed at being interrupted a second time, she didn’t let it slip. Instantly, she and Frank were back in their seats, her chalk abandoned, broken in two on the ground. The entire club did their best to look perfectly innocent, a truly terrible job that left them all seeming extremely, extremely, guilty. 

The only reason they got away with it was that Steve was way too caught up in rambling and trying to explain himself. 

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to get the kids set up in the library, because they want to come to my house after school for a sleepover. Winter break, right? But then they kept asking me question after question, and wanting to come watch me shoot hoops. They never want to watch me shoot hoops! Why now?! I swear this is what I get for letting them use my house to take pictures for the Snow Ball.” Steve groaned, getting stuck in his scarf as he tried to unwind it from around his head. 

Eddie laughed softly, getting up and coming around the table, slowly helping Steve get free of his yarn filled prison. 

“Are you going to chaperone this Sunday?” Eddie asked. Instantly his mind was filled with the image of Steve in a handsome black suit, a dark red rose sitting in his lapel and perfectly complimenting his ruby lips. 

Okay. File that under ‘Things Eddie was never allowed to think about again except when alone in his bedroom’. 

“Definitely not. I’m a babysitter, not a chaperone,” Steve said with a smirk, “I’ll let them get ready at my place and have a little after party there, and that should stop them from being arrogant whiny brats for a little while. Hope I didn’t miss anything though,” 

Just the rest of the club talking about using him as a human lab rat. 

“Nope,” Eddie lied smoothly, pulling Steve’s chair out for him and making a huge grand gesture for him to come sit. 

“Welcome to this side of the table,” Kaiden said from his seat across from Steve. Normally Gareth sat on Eddie’s right side, but since the first meeting that Steve had joined, his best friend had regulated himself to the corner as far from Eddie as he could get. 

Whatever. That was better anyway. Eddie didn’t care. 

(He cared so much more than he wanted to admit.) 

“Glad to be here?” Steve said, pulling out the folder Eddie had given him for all of his character sheets and looking around the group nervously. 

He didn’t have anything to worry about. Eddie had helped him to build a totally awesome persona. 

“It’s hell,” Frank sighed solemnly, patting Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hellfire,” Eddie corrected, the rest of the group groaning at his bad pun. He waved off their lack of appreciation for his fantastic word play, perching on his throne and raising a hand. 

“I would like to take a moment to recognize that this is a special occasion. We are here to celebrate the birth of Steve’s very first Dungeons and Dragons character,” Eddie said, pausing so the rest could react appropriately. 

Sure enough there was a round of foot stomping and table slapping. Steve startled at the noise, but quickly recovered, blushing, but still staring directly at Eddie with those big beautiful browns. 

God damn this brave, lovely, completely adorable boy. 

“May I introduce the former Prince of the realm, Level One Human Ranger Stefan of Herringtown. Stefan, Welcome to Hellfire,” Eddie said, pausing to give Steve a secretive wink and loving the way that the blush on the other boy’s cheeks traveled to his ears when he did. 

Stefan was, arguably, a pretty cool first time character. Steve lingered just on the edge of being a paladin, but he had enough chaotic energy that Ranger seemed to fit him better. He was a loyal to a fault kind of guy who had a habit for picking up strays, a smooth quick talking charm that tended to get him in and out of trouble, and a chip on his shoulder from being exiled from his kingdom. 

In short, he was Steve, but dungeons and dragonsified. Perfect for the first play through. 

With that settled, Eddie rolled his shoulders, settling himself into his dungeon master character and taking a long breath in. 

“Your party is starting off trekking across the frozen tundra,” He began, feeling the mood shift to excitement as the rest prepared themselves for his opener, “Your feet are freezing, and your fingers have gone numb, but you continue on anyway. You have heard tale of an abandoned factory at the highest point of the world- a place littered with treasures and everything a being could ever ask for. You want to see the place for yourselves, and maybe even loot some of the booty.” 

Rocky gave a vicious grin at this, chuckling softly to himself. His tiefling rogue was always looking to horde more treasure, and Rocky loved to get into character as quickly as he could. It was fun, it added something to the game. 

“You see a building and hurry closer, eager to get out of the biting frost. It is a dark unnatural place with high smoke stacks and mounds of coal sitting all around the entrance. You enter as one without thinking or stopping to check your surroundings, collapsing on the other side and panting to catch your breath. What is your first move, Goren the Great?” Eddie asked, starting on the far side of the table. 

Even if he and Gareth weren’t on the best of terms right now, Eddie still wouldn’t want to start a campaign with any other player. It just wouldn't feel right. 

“I do a perception check,” Gareth decided. Eddie nodded towards his d8, and Gareth grabbed it, throwing down a seven. 

“As a dwarf, you have spent many years hunting through mines for precious gems, so your ability to see in the dark is unparalleled. You can see strange boot shaped bags all around the room, and boxes that are wrapped with twine bows,” He said, watching as their brains began to spin with possibilities.

This was the best part. Watching his players try to figure out exactly what was going on around them was just so fun. 

“Well, I have a feeling we may have stumbled upon the right place. I can see treasure from corner to corner,” Gareth remarked, throwing his voice into a growling rumble, perfect for his hardened grizzled character. 

“I can’t see anything,” Jeff complained, getting into it. 

"That's because you are a stupid elf, and your stupid elf eyesight only works in the day,” Gareth replied, both of them holding back laughter. 

“How dare you?! You, you…tiny little man!” 

And then they were off, back and forth insults that were cheesy, yet sometimes creative. The club watched in amusement. Even Steve was snickering, and he normally tried to pretend he didn’t exist when it had anything to do with Gareth. Usually Eddie would try and focus the group back in, but he was happy to let them banter for a little while. 

This was the kind of fighting they should be doing. This was the Gareth Eddie knew, and getting to see that that guy was still somewhere in this new person was very comforting. 

“I am through with your impertinent conclusions,” Jeff huffed in mock exasperation, keeping his voice high and flighty as he did, “I am ready to take my turn, master of the game.” 

“Very well,” Eddie said, inclining his head and waiting to hear. 

“I open my bag and get out a torch, but I want to hit Goren with my bag as I do it,” Jeff said, the rest of the group immediately bursting into laughter.

“Roll 2 d8. One for hitting him, and one for how much light the torch is going to give you,” Eddie instructed, biting his lip to hide his smile. Jeff let the dice fly, getting an eight and a two respectively. 

“As you pull out your torch, you smack Goren right in the face with your bag. Goren loses one hit point,” Eddie said, making a note on his paper. 

“Ow!” 

“Oh, I am sooo sorry that was completely unintentional.” Jeff gasped sarcastically, holding a hand against his heart and raising his eyes to the sky. 

“Goren does not believe you, but he will hold his anger for later,” Eddie said, sliding in smoothly before another ‘argument’ could take place, “You light your torch, but the draft coming in through the broken windows makes the flame flicker and shrink. You can just see the edge of an image drawn on the wall,” 

“I want to examine the drawing,” Kaiden jumped in. 

“June Iper it is not your turn,” Eddie replied, referring to Kaiden by his character’s name. If they were doing things their normal way, then it would be Kaiden’s turn, but as it was, it was time for Rocky to go. 

Kaiden grumbled to himself, then sat up straight. He and Rocky made eye contact for a brief second before quickly scrambling to switch seats. 

“Now it is my turn,” Kaiden said, his head held high in victory. Eddie rolled his eyes but allowed it to slide, just happy that the two freshman boys were having a good time. He let Kaiden roll and then continued on, eager to get to the entrance of the main enemy. 

“You snatch the torch out of Boz’s hand, scampering up to the wall and holding it as high as you can, which isn’t very high at all,” Eddie pointed out. Kaiden’s character was a gnome, and Eddie never missed a chance to make a short joke at their expense, “The rest of the party can only see what looks like a chariot being dragged by cloven hoofed beasts.” 

“Wait a second,” Janet said, her face lighting up in realization. She turned to Eddie with her eyes narrowed, and he schooled himself into a completely innocent expression. 

“Yes Miss Ngyet?” He asked innocently, having a feeling she had already guessed where this one shot was going. 

“I take the torch from June so we can see better,” 

“Is there normally this much torch stealing?” Steve asked softly as Janet rolled, quirking his head to the side as he gave Eddie a raised brow. Before Eddie could respond, Frank interrupted. 

“Hey, you’re on our side now,” Frank said, nudging their arms together, “Ask us your questions,”

“Oh, sorry,” Steve apologized, turning towards Frank. 

Behind Steve’s back, Eddie gave Frank a grateful little smile. Sure, he was probably only being nice to Steve right now because Janet had said she was okay with him, but Eddie would take any kind of progress. Frank gave Eddie a short nod, and they settled back into their roles, continuing the game. 

“With Miss Ngyet’s extra height you can all see the full mosaic. Gasping in horror you finally recognize the picture you’re looking at. A man dressed in robes that are bathed in blood, a stampede of reindeer pulling his sledge. All at once the lights turn on in the factory, blinding you. There’s an ominous laughter from behind. Ho. Ho. HO.” Eddie roared. 

More light bulbs around the room as Jeff and Frank both caught on. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jeff sighed, putting his face in his hands to muffle his laughter. Eddie grabbed the mini figure sitting in front of him, standing up and beginning the monologue he had practiced in front of the mirror all week. Wayne had nearly forced him to go outside to do it after the first few days of never ending repetition. 

“Your foe! A man turned God who knows the name of every child in the world, and watches endlessly. This God, who was once a benevolent overlord, loved to shower gifts upon those he deemed good, giving gentle reminders to those he saw being bad. Now he feasts upon the ‘Naughty’ alongside his favorite meal of milk and cookies,” Eddie ominously lowered his voice, coming to stand between Steve and Frank. 

Steve leaned backwards and turned his head. Frank did the same. 

“Is this what I think it is?” Steve whispered behind Eddie. 

“Yes,” Frank whispered back. 

“The demonous, the dastardly, the fat…” 

Eddie thrust the minifigure down onto the table, standing back as he hollered at the top of his lungs. 

“KRIS KRINGLE!” 

Eddie had been absolutely, completely, 100%, right. 

This was an epic one shot. 

After their initial reactions to finding out they were doing battle against Santa of all people, the rest of the club dove into the campaign with glee. Eddie had taken care to create an awesome story filled to the brim with little easter eggs, and they were eating up every bit of it. 

There were hypnotically enslaved elves, blood thirsty reindeer, exploding candy canes, even a section where the party had to sing Christmas songs to escape from a platoon of killer carolers.

Yeah he was biased, but Steve’s giggly rendition of WHAM’s new hit song was the best thing Eddie had ever heard in his life. 

Speaking of, the biggest shock of the game had to be how well Steve was doing. Eddie had honestly expected to have to subtly take it a little easy on him, but the jock was turning out to be one of the trickiest players he had ever gone up against. 

Sure, the math and the writing portion was a bit of a hiccup, but Steve’s strategic thinking was unexpectedly excellent, and he seemed to have a knack for survival. He had quickly made himself an invaluable player, and the rest had accepted him into the fold, if only for now. 

And the best part of it all was how much fun Steve was having. The smile on his face was bright, utterly joyful in a way Eddie had only seen once years ago. He had seen Steve smile plenty since then, but it was always quiet, kind of hidden away, like he was scared to show how much he was enjoying himself. 

But this was just…happy. Pure, clear, happy, with nothing standing in its way, and Eddie was drinking in the sight like a man in a desert who had found an oasis. 

After a grueling four hours, Hellfire had finally managed to kill off the final reindeer (Vixen had gone down in a blaze of glory) and release all of the elves from their mind manacles. 

There was just one foe left. 

“As the not-so-jolly man with a bag gently lays his last beast on the ground, he looks up at you all with complete rage in his eyes,” Eddie said in a hushed tone, letting things get as quiet as possible before exploding into sound.

“Naughty! You are All on my naughty list!” Eddie declared, slapping his hand on the table before standing and reaching over his binder to point, “You! And You! And You! And-” 

“Steve?”

Eddie paused mid monologue, his finger still hovering in the air directed at Janet. All of them turned around as one, facing their new intruder. 

Little Red was in the doorway, staring back at them with big eyes. A mischievous grin quickly overtook her face and she opened the door wide, crossing her arms and smugly jutting her chin out at her babysitter.

“Shooting hoops, huh?” 

“Max? Why are you here? Where are the boys?” Steve asked, quickly getting up from the table and coming to her side. The anxiety coloring his tone was unexpected, and Eddie felt himself wilt a little as all of Steve’s walls seemed to have pulled back up in a snap. 

“Down the hall. We’re fine,” Max said, quickly reassuring him and dropping her act. Steve relaxed for a second, but then stiffened once more as she peeked her head around his side. She waved, and the rest of the group waved back. 

“Shooting hoops,” She repeated, raising a brow, “You know, Steve, I’ve never played basketball, but it looks a lot more like Dungeons and Dragons than I expected it too,”

“How long have you known?” Steve sighed.

“That you were lying?” Max asked for clarification, “The whole time. You’re a bad liar, and Billy just couldn’t shut up about how you were benched from playing, and he was going to be the one leading the team now. I wasn’t expecting you to be doing this though. I thought you were meeting up with a girl.” 

“I’ll pay you real money to not tell the others,” Steve said, completely serious. 

Max tapped on her chin, a move that was so reminiscent of Janet that Eddie had to stifle a laugh. He didn’t want to call any attention to himself right now, too invested in seeing how this would all play out. 

“How much?” She asked, giving him a shrewd eye. 

“Five bucks?” Steve offered, sounding slightly desperate. 

Max hummed, making faces as she pretended to consider it. 

“Not enough,” She finally decided with a cute little shrug, sticking her head into the hallway and shouting for the boys to come. 

A stampede of footsteps and hollering began in the distance and Steve groaned, shooting Max a look of utter betrayal before turning to pout at Eddie. 

“Lord, help me,” Steve sighed. 

“Nay, I shan't. Lord Kringle has deemed you naughty, Stefan, there is no hope for you now,” Eddie replied, shaking his head. Steve did not seem at all amused by this, but the rest of the club was chuckling, exchanging wry little grins. 

“Oh, are we about to meet Harrington’s famous children?” Kaiden wondered aloud, already knowing the answer. 

“Don’t,” Steve warned with zero heat in his voice, seemingly already resigned to what was about to happen. He was rubbing at his temple, his eyes shut with a look of pure exhaustion on his face. 

Max patted him twice on the arm before coming over to look at the board, looking over Steve’s character sheets with glee. 

“Hey Little Red,” Eddie said. 

“Hi, Steve’s friend,” She replied with a smirk, “You guys are gonna have fun watching this,” 

Before anyone could ask what she meant, a veritable horde of boys burst into the room. They were once again all talking over each other, but this seemed to just be the way the boys communicated. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all stayed crowded around Steve yelling at him, while Will began to look around. 

Max quietly whistled, jerking her head and catching Will’s attention. He obediently trotted over, and she showed him what she had found, both of them exchanging quiet whispers that even Eddie couldn't make out over the other kids shouting. 

“Why are you not in the library?” Steve griped, managing to raise his voice above theirs. 

“We finished our campaign and got bored. You’re taking forever, we’re hungry, and we want to see El,” Mike whined, crossing his arms and glaring at his babysitter. 

“What are you doing anyway?” Dustin asked, trying to look around Steve.

“Nothing,” Steve said quickly, pushing Dustin’s head back in front of him, “Get out. I’ll come get you guys in like an hour, or you can walk back to your own houses,”

“Who are they?” Lucas wondered, ignoring Steve’s minor threat. Everyone in the room already knew how hollow it was, “This is definitely not the gym,” 

Eddie was sure Steve had some sort of excuse, something he had cooked up to explain why he was here, but he was not eager to hear it. Sure, Eddie understood why Steve might have wanted to have something that was ‘just his’ (or, at least, he respected it), but the rest of the club wouldn’t. They would definitely think Steve was trying to hide the fact that he knew them, and that would reinforce everything Gareth was saying. 

No matter what, this was not going to go down well, and would probably erase any progress that had been made. 

Luckily for both of them, Will Byers decided that this was the moment to speak up. 

“Steve?” Will said, catching everyone’s attention, “Are you…playing DnD?”

Tension thick as a thousand page novel blanketed them all. Dustin gasped in an extremely melodramatic fashion, and Mike blew past Steve, storming over and slamming his hands down on the table, making all of the figures tremble. Steve seemed lost for words, turning back to give Eddie a ‘help me’ look of terror. 

So, Eddie did what he did best. 

He caused a little chaos. 

“Why yes, young small one, he is playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Eddie said with a tricky grin, loving the explosion of mayhem that came right after, 

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🔥 each member of vox machina

Vax: really the sadboy narrative for Liam has always been stupid but it's egregiously bad that it started with Vax, who is like, sad for maybe a fifth of the episodes and largely because Liam O'Brien's actual mother was dying, like, with all due respect what the actual fuck, fandom.

Vex: I am the founding and probably only member of the "Vex is my favorite character and also I am 100% cool with Colville's depiction of her." The generosity she shows even very early on in C1 is still a generosity borne of some degree of security - they have a keep by then - and I also just don't think you have to like a character to write them fairly. Granted it's been a minute since I read early VMO but nothing stood out to me as out of line with my understanding of Vex.

Pike: repeating myself once again but I like Pike a lot and wish we could have seen more, but because we didn't, people who say she's their favorite in C1 do tend to turn me off in that I feel they're looking for a relatively flat and widely praised character to project onto rather than a character who goes through more messy development.

Grog: I think he's often underestimated and I was guilty of doing so myself, to be honest, until I saw Travis play more and until I personally got better at D&D. Also I still maintain that playing INT 6 sensitively and well is infinitely harder than playing INT 16, all things considered, and this is yet another reason why people should play high INT more often.

Scanlan: Also underestimated; I do understand being turned off by the whole extremely horny playboy thing but as I've said before Bard's Lament is a major litmus test for me: if you think Scanlan is completely at fault here, you are wrong, and if you think he's not partially at fault, you are also wrong.

Tary: I genuinely love him and think he's a great character and one of Sam's best, but while his character arc is strong the Taryon Darrington Arc of the VM Campaign, through no fault of his own (and partly bc I personally think D&D Hell, especially pre-Descent Into Avernus publication, is kind of boring), is one of the weakest parts of the campaign because it's kind of a grab bag of loose ends. With that said I would happily watch more Darrington Brigade-one shots.

Percy: Percy is also generally a litmus test in that it's like. Is he a good person? Eventually I believe he becomes one, and even before that I think he's very sympathetic and deeply traumatized and like, 24, so I get it, but also, who the fuck cares. This ties into the Essek and the Ashton opinions and all kinds of other stuff but why are people so invested in fucking absolving their blorbo of all sins? I want someone who's lived enough of a life to have done some heinous shit because that's fun and interesting and it's pretend and also because then they can have a rewarding character arc by either working towards redemption or coming to terms with who they are or spiraling into tragedy.

Keyleth: I like Keyleth a lot but I am, as this post indicates, far more sympathetic to Vex, and so while I do think Keyleth is a fairly good person she is also extremely sheltered and naive and terrified of doing the wrong thing and I would have, like Vex, wanted to scream at her half the time were I just a random NPC wandering about the campaign. On the other hand C3-era Keyleth? fantastic no notes she has grown up in such an interesting way.

Tiberius: I think we, and by we I mean people capable of separating the art from the artist, can recognize that his concept actually fucking slapped and unfortunately he was played by someone who absolutely sucked in a myriad of ways. I would love to see the alternate universe in which the same general concept (prodigy sorcerer from Draconia who is full of themself) had to face not just the destruction of their civilization but the realization that they were taking advantage of the Ravenites and while they did not deserve to be killed by Vorugal, had done nothing to justify aid from those they had subjugated either. Like, the alternate world in which one of the current cast members or like, a close friend of the main cast (Ashly, Erika, Mary Elizabeth) played this is one I'd love to see.

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