#I mean come on… I don’t for a minute think they played chess

[jackyjango]

You sure about that chessmood_official? Because I have proof that suggests otherwise

See… It’s clearly a shark playing chess!

Or… maybe… chessmood_official is right after all. When all the time they were pretending to play chess… They were… *ahem ahem*

What about an AU where Charles and Erik excuse themselves every night citing they’ll just finish a game of chess and head to bed. One day, the kids are shit bored, and decide to play chess (for fun), and since Charles and Erik are playing chess all the time, they invite one or both to play, and realise very quickly that they’re shit at it, and doesn’t know which way a knight moves. That raises the inevitable question… Then what the fuck do they do every night!!?

[t0ast-ghost]

I will not shut up about Star Trek TOS yet and you’ve decided to listen in on that. So welcome to my thoughts on the 11th episode (The Corbomite Maneuver):

- starting off strong with these camera angles and movements

- *sees a spinning colourful cube in space* just go a bit to the left (he is not up for shenanigans today)

- can’t wait for Checkov to be introduced, I hear he gets a gun or smt

- WHAT IS THAT PHYSICAL CHECK??? Why does he have to lie on his back?? And why does he have to have his shirt off?

- if I were Spock trying to call the captain and he picks up and all I’d see was his tits… all I’m saying is he keeps a really good straight face

- OMG we got a “what am I a moon shuttle conductor or a doctor?”

- Sulu laughing at Spock’s sense of humour

- the close up on Kirk’s ass as he leaves the room is so intentional

- Bones sitting on the railing…

- how many surfaces can I sit on competition but my opponent is Leonard Bones McCoy

- just to prove my point the next scene starts with him sitting on a table

- god I feel bad for Scotty having to sit between McCoy and Spock in some of those meetings

- Sulu was cool as a cucumber

- “do you ever tire of questioning me on things you’ve already made your mind up about?” “it gives me emotional security” they are each others emotional support guy (Spock & Kirk)

- Kirk saying“navigation, you’re timing was lousy. Same with engineering, Helmsman” then Bones immediately after “you’re timing was lousy”

- how can you sit in a chair like that even (bones)

- Alexa play tik tok by Kesha

- (okay now I’m just imagining Spock dancing like one of those spider-man memes but completely straight faced (also Spock now listens to Kesha canonically but like in my head))

- THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING THING??? THAT IS A PUPPET!

- Bones is so caring, he has so much fucking compassion I won’t shut up about him

- “you now have seven minutes left” but there’s 23 minutes left in the episode. Guess a lot of it’s just gonna be dead air… er space I mean (yeah I can come up with a better line than this later (edit: no I can’t I’m tired))

- SPOCK IS SO SAD. He truly thinks this is a hopeless situation.

- Bones is about to die in four minutes and he’s threatening Kirk because of the fact that he put Bailey’s health at risk… I love this man

- “Anytime you can bluff me, doctor” I can’t legally say what I thought was said but maybe the ancient archaeologists will know from context clues

- I don’t think Uhura has spoken to most of the bridge crew up to this point, she barely has had plot or even dialogue, I can’t wait till they give her an episode or just even make her more central

- Spock going to Kirk’s side after the bluff for emotional support

- Spock is so proud when talking about his mom :)))

- Your science and medical officers usually shouldn’t stand so close to your chair and clutch at it while leaning over you. It’s not normal behaviour.

- Okay I’d like to mention how calm Sulu has been and how much I love him, can we please get more of him in future episodes?

- wait so Bones is just gonna let Bailey go back to work? Like I get they apologized to each other but that doesn’t change that it’s still a bad idea to have him there

- Spock, Kirk, and McCoy immediately after the death threat is gone: guess it’s time to start flirting again

[Video description: Spock stands on the bridge, he says, “A very interesting game, this poker.” Kirk sitting in his captains chair replies, “It does have advantages over chess.” McCoy smiling at Spock adds, “Love to teach it to you.” Spock smiles back at him. End description]

- he’s got a twinkle in his eye

- The shake on the bridge as the tractor beam tows them is so funny if you watch Spock and McCoy (it continues to be funny for the next couple minutes)

- "Captain request to-" "Denied. If it's a trap.. If I'm wrong, I want you here" awwe he wants him safe (idc that this is not what the writers are trying to say, HE WANTS SPOCK SAFE)

- they all have to bend over on the transporter pad but when they get transported Bones isn't even bent he's just standing at his normal height slightly hunched

- HOLY CRAP I HATE THAT THING... I'm so glad it's a puppet

- nope okay I don't know what's happening, I can't. I'm. What.

- that is apple cider, they are sitting around this guy trying to drink apple cider

- McCoy doesn't know what the fuck to do right now and neither do I

Now imagine, if you will, Spock dancing

Thank you, and have a good day.

Master post of past/future episodes

[the-crimson]

I honestly think the qsmp needs to get itself a team of beta testers for big events like this. The concept of this event is great! The execution is… flawed. Very flawed.

(Small rant from a game design major as the purgatory event has been causing my literal psychic damage)

The map is too big and there are no means of efficient transportation. More than half of everyone’s streams are spent traveling alone across the same terrain over and over and over again. A majority of bbh’s stream today was him walking around just trying to reach places. It takes 30 minutes to reach the center for contract quests. It takes 30 minutes to reach red or green’s base. It takes 30 minutes going home from any of these locations. A single trip to the center and back takes an hour.

Beds don’t reset your spawn. When you die - which happens quite often on a PVP server especially when the mobs are buffed - it’s extremely boring and irritating having to farm water bottles and food so you don’t die on your 30 minute walk across the map just to collect your gear. (Not to mention blue teams spawn is a literal death trap hell scape and it take 5+ minutes just to reach their base)

Limited time to play. The five hour limit is horrible especially when everyone is spending so much time traveling. If they had an efficient method of transportation this wouldn’t be so much of an issue. It’s a massive restriction for players who live the grind and this could have been accounted for in team balancing - making sure every team has an equal amount of grinders.

The rules on how to score points are vague and keep changing. This is something that should have been figured out through beta testing. That is literally what beta testing is for. Tomorrow will be day 4 out of fourteen - almost a quarter through the event - and the admins are probably gonna make even more tweaks to the rules. I appreciate that they are trying to make this work and are listening to cc feedback but they should have figured out all of the balancing issues before the event began. Constantly changing the rules and trying to balance it on the fly erases the legitimacy of the competition itself. No one can come up with consistent strategies and wins with previous rules feel cheap especially if they were cheesed wins. Additionally the scoring needs to be clearly explained so the ccs know how to strategize properly to actually play the game otherwise they are playing chess when they thought they were playing checkers.

Idk if the qsmp has a team of beta testers but if they do, then they need to expand the team or give the testers more time to work out the kinks for these events. It’s clearly frustrating for the audience and the ccs. I know the admins are doing their best with what they have - which is why they need something more. Either someone experienced with game design or a (better) beta testing team.

[hauntedrain]

Midnight rain | Remus Lupin x Slytherin! Reader|

Prompt/inspo:” Midnight rain” by Taylor Swift. Maybe a bit of “you're losing me”.

A/N: Maybe I’ll make part 2? First official fic I’ve written so might not be the best. Not edited.

Warnings: Some cussing (very little), first person POV, once again not edited, so bad grammar and potentially bad spelling. A little bit of out of character Remus and a bit of angst?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Why are you doing this? Com’n… did I do something?”

I could smell burnt wood and chocolate off of him, he wrapped his arms around me as I continued to do my homework. Homework that I desperately needed to finish.

“No, I just need to get this done Remus. Give me a minute.” I say, I get up and out of his arms, to walk over to my bookshelf looking for a book for transfigurations.

“Give it a break Y/N.” I looked at him for the first time tonight. His hair was a bit of a mess, he also looked tired, and you could see his eyes were a bit sleepy. He was in a sweater that Sirius gave him last year for Christmas and baggy jeans, something we could only wear on the weekends of hogwarts. “You’ve been studying 24/7, I haven’t talk to you in fucking days. And if we have talked all you do is reply with one word responses.”

“Remus. I’m trying to finish this. I’m just busy, I have things to do.” I say in a bit of a snappy voice. I just needed to get this homework done so I could get the rest of the weekend and following week off. But it was difficult chasing that outcome when you were constantly bombarded with requests from others.

“You’ve been busy ignoring me. Just stop for a few hours. Come sit with me, play chess with me, something!” He exclaimed, he looked hurt, his hands were in slight fists, not in a mad way but a desperate way.

“Like I said, I need to finish this. I’ll be done in a bit, just give me a minute. Just because you have everything done and set doesn’t mean I do! Just please Remmy. Give me a bit.”

He looked at me with desperate eyes but then slightly turned away to pick up the stuff he put on the desk. “Fine. I’ll see you… I’ll see you when you’re finally done.” He looked at me one last time and then went out the door without another word.

I put the book back on the shelf and walked over to my desk, I had a bit more pages to go and then I’ll be done. I’ll talk to him tomorrow if I end up finishing by tonight.

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“Did you finish the homework for transfigurations?” Severus asked me as we walked to breakfast.

“Yea, I got it done last night. Did you do the potions homework?” I asked as we walked into the great hall, we went directly to the Slytherin table where Regulus and his friends sat.

“No, it’s not due until Friday. Did you finish it?” Severus asked, he smiled at me and continued. “I don’t even think I have to ask, do I?” He started to put toast and eggs on his plate as he talked.

“Of course. It’s better to get it done than wait. Hi Regulus.” I replied to Severus before acknowledging Regulus.

“Hi miss overachiever. How’s your guy’s morning?” Regulus asked, he looked between Sevurus and I. I laughed slightly before replying,

“My morning is nice so far, do you guys have any plans today? I need to go to Hogsmeade later so I can pick up a new book and quill, would you guys like to join me?” I asked, I finished my toast and eggs so I started to get up. I was waiting for them to reply but then I felt a tap on my shoulder that followed with a greeting. Turning around I was faced with Remus. “Oh. Hi.” I saw smiling a bit. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling back. “Do you need anything?”

“I wanted to talk to you, can you come to the hall with me? Just for a bit.” He said pulling my hand a bit so I could move with him out of the great hall.

“Uh, yea sure.” We walk out of the great hall into the side corridors, it’s pretty cold in them due to it being mid winter.. “What do you need to talk about?” I ask as we face each other.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight,” He asked “I’m sorry for getting mad last night, I know you want to finish those things but sometimes I miss you. So will you go to dinner with me?”

I smiled before replying, “of course. And you don’t need to be sorry, I know I work a lot but I need to finish and do things like that.” I say pulling him closer. I smile up at him before giving him an actual kiss this time. I could feel him smile into the kiss as he put his hand on my waist.

This isn't something we do a lot, especially in public, people have and are very reluctant on a Slytherin and Gryffindor dating. It was hard to get both of our friends to fully accept but overall now it’s fine. But we still take precautions which means little to no PDA In Public. “I’ll see you tonight then? I can get you at 6:35?.”

“Yes Mr. Lupin. 6:35 is fine.” I say before walking away back into the great hall so Regulus, Severus and I can go to hogsmeade.

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During dinner with Remus ~

“Well I mean I don’t know… maybe just go with the flow? Settle down?” Remus said he was in an old band tee that fit him oversized. We sat in a slightly dim ThreeBroomSticks while eating dinner.

“Settle down? Like…” I said kinda surprised, we talked about life in the future before, getting married and having kids. But I thought we would wait, not something right after hogwarts. I had plans and dreams to chase, I wanted to be known, and known in a good way and not in a bad way.

“Yea, settle down. Do you not want that? I thought you did.” He said he titled his head looking a bit sad and worried. He put down his fork and looked at me with his full attention.

“Yeah I did… but like right after hogwarts? Don’t you think that’s too soon? I want to travel and work, I just think we should wait.” I said slightly confused.

“Why wait? James and Lily are doing the same, and I bet they’ll still travel and work.” He wasn’t mad when he said this, but I could tell he was slightly offended. He pulled back his body so he would lean back onto the booth chair and crossed his arms. His face was slightly hurt but more so confused.

“But that’s James and Lily. They’ve said it over and over again that they don’t have anything big, they don’t have any big goals or dreams they want to complete. I want to and need to go after my goals, I don’t wanna settle down just like that, Remus. I want to make a name for myself.” I exclaimed. For me it was clear, I had goals and priorities, I wanted to work and do something meaningful for my life, I wanted to have a life that didn't revolve around a husband and kids. I didn’t wanna be a stay at home wife or a stay at home mom, I wanted something more, I wanted to chase that fame to make myself a name.

“It’s always about the fame for you isn’t it? Why do you need to be known far and wide? Those people won’t know you for who you are, I do. We talked about this, do you really not want this? Or that? Any of what we discussed?” He said, this time it was with anger however not loud, no one was really in here with us besides the servers and the bartenders so it wasn’t causing a scene.

“I want something for myself! Why is that so foreign? It’s not like I don’t want the stuff we discussed, I just assumed that we would wait a bit.”

“Y/N. Answer me honestly. If I were to ask you right now, if you wanted to marry me, would you say no?”

Once again I was surprised. I didn’t expect him to ask that. He looked at me with curious hurt eyes, it wasn’t something you see often from Remus. He was quiet and more closed off, so emotions vivid from his eyes weren't a very often thing to see. Nonetheless I didn’t know what to say, I knew what I wanted with my life but I didn’t want to throw his “proposal” away like nothing. Everytime I wanted to say something it didn’t sound right, or it didn’t come out. Eventually after opening my mouth slightly and then closing it once again Remus scoffed.

“Say something Y/N, choose something! Come on… really?” He said desperately. He looked at me as if I just killed him after I didn’t respond. He ran his hand through his hair before he got up and walked out, he didn’t look back once. He left.

I sat there confused on what to do. Does this mean we’re done and over? Did I just ruin everything? Did I lose the love of my life or was it not going to work? Was I crazy to want a name for myself?

I got up and paid, and I started to walk out the door. It was late, extremely late. I opened the door and it was raining. Midnight rain.

[homestucksimplified]

The 12 Classes of Time.

“Time is the Aspect of music, of death, of rebellion, of not accepting what comes in the way that it comes. Time is an Aspect that caused much suffering in the comic, but it is also the savior-Aspect. Time Players seem to “go against the clock”, they are usually either terrified of death or completely alright with the idea of it. They work in melodious ways, are impatient, and enjoy the destination more than the journey itself. They are hardly stable, extremely dedicated and stubborn. Time Players are fighters, sometimes even in a literal way. They also tend to be revolutionary, depending on the Class. They can be related to music, since the ticking of the clock is a reference to melody and heartbeat”.

“In more miscellaneous descriptions, Time Players can be enjoyers of History. Since Aspects can be literal sometimes, many Time Players struggle with the concept of Time, are bad at keeping track of time, feel like they don’t have time to do all that they want to do, like they have to catch up. Time is the opposite Aspect to “Space”, which is patient and conforming. Time is an Aspect of change”.

Sburb Players each have a combination of an Aspect and a Class. Aspects are understood to represent what a player’s goals and actions in life are caused by. A Class is within an Aspect and understood to represent the way they deal with their Aspect.

The Sburb Classes are Maid, Page, Mage, Knight, Rogue, Sylph, Seer, Thief, Heir, Bard, Prince, and Witch. (Lord and Muse*).

(*Classes Lord and Muse seem to only be possible in either Cherub society or in two-player sessions. They are very absolute and it’s rare for a human to identify with their descriptions. I will have to leave them out here and only write about the remaining twelve :)

Adding the Classes to the Aspect of Time will result in twelve God Tiers. My analyses of them are as follows:

1st God Tier: Witch of Time

Witch is the Active Class of manipulation. Witches are known to “control” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Witch of Time, specifically, would be extremely rebellious — it is the most rebellious Class paired up with the most rebellious Aspect! —, somewhat disrespecting of the concept of time. This might mean they’ll be constantly late for meetings, or will be obsessed with the passage of hours and minutes. Witches are good at manipulating, and Time being the Aspect of death, Witches of Time are manipulators of death; that can be a very powerful God Tier. If there’s one God Tier who would play Chess against Death to not have their souls taken away, that’s the Witch of Time. They to me sound like they’d be incredible at making music, controlling the Aspect of music in whatever way they can.

Witches of Time will be aware of their surroundings, be skeptical, and again, very rebellious. They will hate being told what to do. In relation to other people, they may have a hard time being social, mostly only doing it to fit in, but wishing to be somewhere else instead. They’d also be good at influencing others’ taste in music, or any opinions they might have about the end of life. Speaking of that, not only would they fight death, they would also be completely uncomfortable thinking about it. They will hide that, though.

Witch of Time is a canon Homestuck God Tier. Damara Megido is the character that holds that title.

2nd God Tier: Heir of Time

Heir is the Passive Class of manipulation. Heirs are known to “influence” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. An Heir of Time, specifically, would be extremely quick-tempered, not at all patient about change. They would be punctual, believe they always have to be way ahead, struggle with the speed of things and be very stubborn about their ideas. Having a Class of manipulation, these Heirs would be great at influencing others, sometimes even subconsciously, to the point where they might change reality. They may lie about their past and do it so well that they start to believe the lie themselves, switching the way time worked for their lives.

Heir being a Passive Class doesn’t mean they would manipulate “less” than a Witch would. It just means the Witch would be bolder about it, while an Heir’s manipulation might be hidden. One “controls” and the other “influences”, after all, Heirs will cause results more indirectly. Heirs are also known to “become” their Aspect, sometimes even literally, so you know who we can conclude might be an Heir of Time? The Grim Reaper itself.

On a lighter note, this God Tier would also be good at music. However, I think they’d be better at listening to it than at making it. Maybe they’d have a perfect pitch, or be potential judges of talent shows.

3rd God Tier: Mage of Time

Mage is the Active Class of knowledge. Mages are known to “understand” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Mage of Time, specifically, would be knowledgeable about death without even meaning to. I can picture them having some sort of intuition about the underworld not knowing where it comes from. They would “understand” time, so their path might be about awareness of rebellion, of change, an incapability to stop it, spirals of thoughts even after understanding the patterns. I have read that Mages “suffer” through their Aspect, and I really see that in most Aspects. I always think of Mages having speedy minds, and in the case of Time Players, that might be even more sped up. Mages of Time would be focused on the changes around them. More literally, about the changes on the clock, the passage of time. They would be stuck with the knowledge that nothing ever stopped, never be able to take that fact away, and some might like that, while others won’t.

They would be heavily impulsive, possibly irrational sometimes. They would feel like it is “too much”, sometimes, the way the gears won’t stop turning. Most of all, they would be experienced and again, impatient. They would already know how everything is meant to go.

4th God Tier: Seer of Time

Seer is the Passive Class of knowledge. Seers are known to “study” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Seer of Time, specifically, would be interested in learning about dark and philosophical subjects, having an unusual interest in death, History, and the combination of both. The player with this title might be a History student, an archeologist, or have that as a hobby only. They are rebellious like any Time Player, but are much more knowledgeable and aware of it, and so might seem like a calm and collected person. Compared to other Time Classes, they would be saints. They would probably not hold the belief that impulsiveness is a bad thing, and as of result wouldn’t get too anxious about it. They would be great with organization and order, even in their thoughts. Their main motivation is learning about Time, after all.

Seers of Time wouldn’t fear death. They accept it easily as part of life. (They oppose Heirs of Life in that, imo.) In general, I see them being chill individuals, or at least they appear that way. A Seer of Time is easy to get along with, and possibly very helpful. In Sburb at least, they are extremely powerful.

It can be literally as well, with them always “keeping an eye on time”, being good with schedules and deadlines, etc.

5th God Tier: Thief of Time

Thief is the Active Class of stealing. Thieves are known to “take” from their Aspect and through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Thief of Time, specifically, would be very confident in their abilities and personality. To put it more literally, they would be Masters of the clock. They’d always know what to do and when to do it and would rarely doubt themselves in that way. They’d be somewhat selfish, for example believing they should be the ones to control situations instead of sharing the power. Time is a very strong Aspect, and to be sure of your own ability with it is to be extremely trustworthy. Actually, I think they’d be very selfish. But still worthy of trust. And, of course, strong and willing to change circumstances. They’d think of themselves first, of their own death, of their own rhythm, but this doesn’t mean they won’t care for anyone (they will. They are still normal human beings [or trolls] after all).

A Thief of Time would be difficult to control. They wouldn’t like being controlled, really. They believe their plans are the correct ones, and trust that the ends justify the means. This seems to be a trend with all Thieves, and not only Thieves of Time. They would probably have some characteristics that people wouldn’t notice at first, being surprised when they found out. This can mean anything from a random adoration to a moral belief of sorts.

6th God Tier: Rogue of Time

Rogue is the Passive Class of stealing. Rogues are known to “redistribute” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Rogue of Time, specifically, would sacrifice their own time for others. Sacrifice seems to be a Rogue characteristic, going along with their Robin Hood personas. Not every Rogue would be selfless, but even the ones that weren’t would have an inclination inside themselves to share everything with others who need it. They’d share mostly, because of the Aspect, ideas relating to time and rebellion and music and death. They could be great Historians or, more literally, History teachers for real. Rogue is not really the Class of “teaching” or anything like that but they would be great at sharing their experience in every way. Rogues of Time might doubt themselves when it comes to their power. Maybe they’d be self-conscious, slightly scared of death, think that they don’t have it in them, but like every Time Player, they will have to come to their senses and learn to deal with their amount of power. And they would especifically use their powers to help the less fortunate in Time, and this can mean people who are close to death, people who are lost in reality (what’s more real than time?), enigmas about existence, or even people who are too passive and don’t know how to deal with change. Rogues of Time will be fair and less controlling than other Classes, but also completely remarkable and shiny.

They will be powerful once they develop themselves. They may take some time (literally), but it will always come.

7th God Tier: Knight of Time

Knight is the Active Class of utilizing. Knights are known to “handle” their Aspect and through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Knight of Time, specifically, would deal with all kinds of rebellion-related issues. They would be into change enough that they wouldn’t know how to stand still (this applies to many Classes of Time, but especially Knight). They will fight for their Aspect, and since that is Time, they will fight, and fight, and fight, and fight. And time won’t stop for them. They’ll have to handle everything that comes with it, and be strong in the face of danger. More abstractly, they’d be a person who always feels like they have to defend their own autonomy and personal power. They would have it in them, know what they’d have to do, be realistic even when they don’t want to. However, they would possibly like putting off things they don’t want to deal with, for as long as they can, because they’re so sick of having to deal with and deal with and…

Knights of Time will probably have death around them, possibly from a very young age. Time being the Aspect of death and Knight being the Class of handling, they’d just have to work through and handle a lot of grief, to the point where they’d be, pretty much, apathetic to it. This applies to many God Tier titles, but especially to Knight of Time. They would also be confident, or at least pretend to be, and again, would never stop. They just keep going, literally.

Knight of Time is a canon Homestuck God Tier. Dave Strider is the character that holds that title.

8th God Tier: Page of Time

Page is the Passive Class of utilizing. Pages are known to “rise” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Page of Time, specifically, would be doubtful of their own understanding of the world and how they should behave. Pages tend to be naive or easily manipulated, and when it came to Time these players would be easily convinced or guided toward patience. Time is about everything but patience, yet these Time Players will askew themselves from action by the influence of others. They would maybe have delusions, a complicated relationship with reality, or they might just rely a lot on what they fear losing.

Pages usually empower themselves (or others) through the development of their own powers, and I don’t only mean this literally. A Page of Time will learn about limits and where they stand (not only where others say they should stand). With music, they might be really attached to it, possibly not being able to do much without headphones on their heads. They will seem fragile to other people but would have the potential to become an indestructible destruction machine. If they want to be evil, then they are pretty much the scariest type of evil there can be. But if they want to use everything for the good, it’ll be great to be around them. Just don’t ever doubt them when they learn about it all.

9th God Tier: Maid of Time

Maid is the Active Class of construction. Maids are known to “create” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Maid of Time, specifically, would be “made of time”. Yeah, this can be really literal. They’d always be on time and know how to manage life’s rules pretty well, even if in their own turbulent way. They might be anarchists! since they have all of time in themselves and already are fed up with everything and would just be so motivated toward rebellion! They would also be attracted to Time principles, as in aging, growing, and especially death itself. Maids will be really enticed by their own powers, and their struggles in life might be about having TOO MUCH of whatever their Aspects are.

Being full of time can be being made to make rules, to change and destroy what they’re unhappy with to create more. But it can also be living to a very old age, or dying in a really unexpected and absurd way. They are made of action, and are creators of destruction. They will be extremely unpredictable, one of the most unpredictable God Tiers out there.

Maids of Time will deal correctly with their Aspects, they will certainly be gravitated to it without much trouble. What they can do is create trouble, but whatever they do they simple believe is the best way. If there’s a list of the most chaotic titles, Maid of Time is there.

Maid of Time is a canon Homestuck God Tier. Aradia Megido is the character that holds that title.

10th God Tier: Sylph of Time

Sylph is the Passive Class of construction. Sylphs are known to “build” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Sylph of Time, specifically, would be used to having to take care of many things, passively creating Time and managing time. They would likely be mostly accepting of things but rebellious every once in a while, surprising everyone around them with sudden insatisfaction. Though they construct the Aspect of rebellion, they do it softly, in the shadows, and that way are very discreet about their ideas. Inside, they would be chaotic even if they don’t notice it, but it wouldn’t be as clear to others like a Maid of Time would. They might have strange interests, excited about History and historical wars, politics, death and somber music. I imagine Sylphs of Time bonding with Seers about topics like Romanticism, which was an emotional and spontaneous artistic movement that stained the world we live in. (Romanticism is a good mixture of Time + the Aspect “Heart”.)

Sylphs would be singular for sure, and complex when it came to their views of the world. I imagine them being quiet, despite being Time Players. If it’s possible for a Time Player to be collected, they are the closest to it. Literal meanings can involve making excuses for people being late, always making time for everything they have to do, or, because a Player’s struggles are also marked by their God Tier, struggle with making time for everything they have to do.

11th God Tier: Prince of Time

Prince is the Active Class of destruction. Princes are known to “wreck” their Aspect and through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Prince of Time, specifically, would be really controlling, possibly chaotic. They can be unpredictable, one of those people you’re not even sure of their intentions. This would be a very complicated God Tier, because Time is the Aspect of destruction, and Prince is the Class of wrecking, so they would be about “the destruction of destruction”, so… construction?

Princes tend to go against their Aspect and more toward their opposite one, because they wreck their own. Unfortunally there wasn’t a Prince of Time in Homestuck, but with that information we can theorize a Prince of Time would act like a Space Player, adoring creation and attempting to be patient and thinkers of the big picture. The thing is that they would still be Time Players, and so wouldn’t be able to deny the core parts about their own Aspect, and would be pessimistic, rebellious, motionful, etc.

The Prince of Time would be hard to detect because they destroy change, their impulses are to go against impulse, and they are walking contradictions. Still, they would be really motivated and good at solving puzzles. They would share those obvious traits with Space Players, sometimes being mistaken as one, but when looking closer it would be ridiculously easy to see: they are ultimate Players of Time.

12th God Tier: Bard of Time

Bard is the Passive Class of destruction. Bards are known to “deconstruct” their Aspect or through their Aspect, both literally and figuratively. A Bard of Time, specifically, would be entitled to control but not be so bold about it. Since they are about deconstruction, they would slowly and indirectly deny Time and its characteristics like death and rebellion and motion. Bards will rarely accept that they are Bards, having trouble with their Class from it not being innocent enough but also not aggressive enough. But Bards would be easily detectable as Bards. And they’d be incapable of going against what they want to go against.

Like Princes, the Active Class, Bards will envy the other side (that being the opposite Aspect) and somewhat wish they could be in their easier shoes. They’d silently desire the patience and acceptance of Space Players, though they wouldn’t actively try to copy them. A Bard of Time’s struggle might be with how their world seems to always be spinning around them, how death seems to be present wherever they go (even abstractly, like there being bones on the walls or dead animals in the streets), with how they couldn’t figure out music or anything that didn’t follow their own idea of melody. They’d be… confused? I think Bards are usually confused with their Aspects. They’re good at figuring things out, though.

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Akashi Seijuro as Captain Holt Quotes

In honor of Andre Braugher's Death. Rest in Peace Captain. These are just scenarios with captain Holt in them that I can(even just a little bit) corrate to akashi.

(The GoM after doing something stupid again .)

Aomine: "Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?"

Aomine, as Akashi: "Aomine, what are you doing?"

Akashi, appearing from behind Aomine: "Aomine, what are you doing?"

Aomine: "I conjured him."

[Akahi and Kuroko are playing chess]

Akashi: I don't know why you're so confident you'll win. You still don't even know the names of all the pieces, you dumbass.

Kuroko: Nice, but I do know the names. I've simply rebranded them. My queen is Catherine, my king is Shakespeare.

Kuroko: *picks up pawn* And this little guy is Nijimura-san. Would you be willing to murder Nijimura-san, the love of your life?

Akashi: Yes, chess Nijimura-san means nothing to me.

[I didn't know what ship to use so I went with nijiaka cause I love that ship]

[Akashi after telling the Uncrowned Kings that Mayuzumi never exsisted]

Akashi: I believe the term is uh..

Akashi:Messing with you

Kise: So, Akashicchi I have some news

Akashi: What happened

Kise: Well, remember when you told me not to burn down the gym.

Akashi: You burned down the gym??

Kise: No, Midorimacchi had the fire put out almost immediately. This is a success story

Akashi: Here are two pictures. One is your locker. The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you tell which is which?

Aomine, guessing: That one’s the dump?

Akashi: They’re both your locker.

[Kise is playing a match in the seconed string and kuroko isnt available, Akashi is not taking any chances]

Kise: “You Guys”? Midorimacchi is coming with me? Akashicchi, with all due respect, I don’t need backup.

Akashi: It’s not backup. It’s babysitting.

Akashi: When people say "good morning" they mean "hello"

Akashi: When people say "how are you" they mean "hello"

Akashi: When people say "what's up" they mean "i'm a person not worth talking to"

[Akashi describing how he felt during teiko]

Akashi: I had been sitting by the pool contentedly watching a bee struggle to avoid drowning. And thinking to myself, how I am like that bee.

Kise: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to answer an age-old question. The question is: who here does the best impression of Akashicchi. You'll be judged on voice, body language and overall lack of flair. Everyone will perform the same scenario: Akashicchi eating a marshmallow for the very first time. LET THE Akashicchi-OFF BEGIN!

Midorima (impersonating Akashi): What is this glutinous monstrosity before me?

Aomine (impersonating Akashi): The sugar in this is quite sweet.

Murasakibara (impersonating Akashi): oooohhhh *starts giggling profusely*

Kise: That's your Akashicchi impression?

Murasakibara: I can hear him doing that.

Kuroko (impersonating Akashi): Looks like a sticky pillow.

Momoi(impersonating Akashi): I don't care for it. Classical music.

*Everybody laughs*

Akashi(entering the room): What's going on here? What are you doing?

Kise: Akashicchi, hey. Nothing, just eating some marshmallows. Care for one?

Akashi (picking one up): Marshed mellow?

Akashi: *starts giggling profusely while chewing*

Murasakibara: I KNEW IT!!!!!!

Extra Kuroko Quote:

Kuroko: "Nigou! Where is my dog?!"

Kagami: "Aren't you standing right next to him?"

Kuroko: "This bitch?? Please. Watch *kneels down* Shake, shake, pssh idiot. I know one of you took Nigou, and you did it for the sake of your sanity, but if anything happens to him, I will end you. I couldn't bring myself to neuter Nigou, but I will neuter you all."

Also:

Kuroko: "Wait a minute this isn't a vanilla milkshake. "This is a normal milkshake. And you're not Nigou. You're just some common bitch!

[cursedmoon-doll13]

Based off conversations I’ve had in the server about the wizarding world and my thoughts/speculations as well as some headcanons regarding it.

Tl;dr overthinking world-building details

First of all: the living paintings. I have sooo many questions, like are there magical brushes that need to be used or do you simply enchant them with magic? What is the limit to this? If I doodle a stick man on a page and I enchant it does that mean it comes to life somehow? Also, there’s a lot of darker potential when it comes to this. Is there a black market dedicated to selling certain paintings? What about someone who will paint your deceased loved one for grieving purposes? Has someone ever fallen in love with a painting like we do AI? Are they fully sentient or are they similarly limited as an AI? And this isn’t even getting into photographs taken with a camera.

Speaking of black markets, while of course you have knockturn alley and your borgin and burkes, the real itching question in my mind isn’t on cursed or strange magical objects. It’s on drugs. Or specifically potions. Considering that basically mind-controlling love potions aren’t illegal, what sort of potions actually are? Or - I’ll do you even better - is there a muggle trade for the usual stuff (like say coke) which is made easier with owl post? Is there any sort of policing on non-Hogwarts owls? There must be a ministry force that cracks down on illicit trade with owls. Do they monitor the air for broom flyers as well? There must be some fine you have to pay if you reveal yourself on a broom to random muggles.

Yes we have the ‘are you a witch or not?’ Scene, but I also think for a lot of people who use magic, it would be interesting if they forget they can’t function without it. Someone who has been using magic their entire lives to do house chores suddenly not knowing what they’re doing if their wand snaps. Not even out of ignorance but just because it’s never how they’ve done things, like it’s their natural inclination towards magic. Since there seems to be a bit of anti-muggle bias in the books, I think it would be interesting to see how wizards struggle in comparison.

Also, while this is really more of a book thing, it seems that wizards don’t really know how to ‘dress like muggles.’ In the movies, Ron dresses exactly the same as Harry and Hermoine, but if we were following the books I wonder if he would dress very differently. Of course most of the time they would be wearing the uniform, but if you lined up a bunch of different kids from both pureblood and muggle backgrounds, I imagine they would have quite differing tastes in fashion.

Speaking of fashion. Are there wizarding fashion magazines? Specific trends exclusive only to wizards really? Like, obviously nothing is stopping a non-magical muggle from wearing a pointy hat, but given the history of it I would imagine all sorts of different styles of robes and hats emerged over the years. Even if it was simply minute details, we know from our own fashion history that it isn’t uncommon for wild trends to pop up. Maybe a craze for feathers or flowers or encrusted gemstones, or certain materials and fabrics that became popular.

We really don’t get a lot of information on clubs at Hogwarts from what I can see. Of course we have duelling club and quidditch and such, and I can imagine behind the scenes there must be wizard chess and gobstones clubs. What about music and drama clubs? Are there instruments only exclusive to the wizarding world? Can you enchant musical instruments to play themselves? Are there plays that are only known to the wizarding community or do they also do Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet sort of affairs? I imagine that certain Purebloods would look down on muggle playwrights, or really any sort of muggle artist in general. But still, you can’t tell me that the Malfoys or some other prestigious wizarding family don’t make visits to some magical opera house.

Also. Is quidditch the only big wizarding sport? We had duelling before yes, and again gobstones etc., but what about more physical sports? Aside from the more strenuous spells and flying (which tbh doesn’t seem that physically taxing anyway if you’re just going slow on a Cleansweep) I can’t help but wonder if many wizards are horribly unfit. I mean, given that they tend to live much longer on average compared to non-magical muggles, is it just the magic or is it also special wizarding yoga or pilates or something lol.

Quidditch itself is also an extremely dangerous pastime/sport I mean holy shit. While they do seem to have charms for cushioning, you’re often many, many feet up off the ground and if you fall off without one you could literally go splat and die. Just break your neck, snap and you’re dead.

We hear about certain bands that seem exclusive (or at least known) to the wizarding world e.g The Weird Sisters. There’s also Celestina Warbeck. Since the British wizarding community seems quite small compared to the wider population, it’s possible that there aren’t as many music groups around in it. There still seems to be radio frequencies though, in regards to the aforementioned Celestina scene and the rebel broadcast in Deathly Hallows.

Could there ever be an overlap? Like wizards who decided to break into the muggle musical industry and who are also enjoyed by the wizarding community? On the topic as well, since Arthur Weasley had his obsession with muggle technology, there must be others who are similar to him right? you can’t tell me there isn’t a wizard Ariel or something who tried to leave and integrate with muggle society. Not even a squib, but a wizard who just rejects it all. That’s a story that needs to be told.

All this just begs the question of how advanced is the technology in the wizarding world? Since apparently the modern stuff doesn’t do well in Hogwarts, where is the cutoff point? Maybe you can’t bring your gameboy into school, but what about a record player and vinyls? You just know muggle students in the past have tried to sneak all kinds of weird shit into Hogwarts with them.

Since we know that there are stories and tales exclusive to the wizarding community (Ron’s childhood stories in Deathly Hallows and Tales of Beedle the Bard I believe?) are there also popular wizard fiction authors outside of those who were penning school textbooks or autobiographies i.e good ol’ Gilderoy Lockhart?

I feel like there definitely must be. It makes me wonder how much genres such as sci-fi, (would it be a thing?) horror, romance & erotica etc. would differ in contrast to muggle novels. Especially historical fiction actually, since many of the notable figures may be different.

Getting into darker territory now. For an extremely skilled wizard, I think transfiguring someone in order to kidnap or kill them would be a likely move right? Or at least trying it. I mean if you turn someone into a bug you can squash them, or even into a small animal you can stuff them in a bag or something. Hell, transfigure a person into furniture if you’re feeling really nasty. I know this is fucked up but that’s the point lol.

I also wonder exactly how severe your crime has to be for you to get shut away in Azkaban? Like for petty theft and other minor charges. Of course if you commit a homicide then you get thrown in the slammer, that makes sense, and unfortunately so does Hagrid’s sentence to an extent since the Chamber was pretty dangerous. But do you just get a fine? Are there other holding cells in the ministry you get put in? Somewhere that isn’t Azkaban;;;

Also what about wizard serial killers? Not to be gruesome, but I imagine there are all sorts of options available to magical opportunists. Yes, you have the killing curse, but also you could literally just light someone on fire or leviosa them 50 feet off a tall building. It’s not that hard lol

Also are… Are there collectible cards for them…? I mean tell me there isn’t a true crime community in the wizarding world as well jekfkfktn

To reiterate my point with wizards all using magic for stuff, I wonder if any of them have considered like idk. Using a gun instead? Guns are most certainly not super advanced technology and they can’t be blocked really so… There’s a solution Tom and it’s called a glock

Basically all I’m saying is that there’s a missed opportunity to explore wizard crime bosses.

If any of this is explained in later books or spin-offs, I apologise. I’m only using the original books as reference, and even then it’s been a wee while lol.

[glazemeda]

For the fluff alphabet can I get S, I, A, M, and Z? For Kaeya! Thanks! Gz on 200 followers!

note; i got your second ask, so I added diluc and childe! tags; some angst, mentions of fighting and death (childe), fluff.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When Kaeya is free from his duties, he’s all yours. If you mentioned something you’d like to do some time with him, he’ll remember and ask you if you’re still interested, or even suggest something he thinks you’d enjoy.

If you say that he should take the day to rest after working so much, you’re going to be his cuddle buddy until the next day, no questions asked. If you’re a drinker, your lover will definitely bring you to Angel’s Share to enjoy a nice night full of delicious wine, caring kisses and touches… plus annoying Diluc.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The two of you helped each other. Thanks to him, you started trying out new things, and even learned to be a bit more confident about yourself. With the cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius by your side, why would you hesitate to try anything new?

As for Kaeya, he used to struggle with loneliness, and there was a persistent emptiness in his chest. Now, because of you, he has a reason to try and get home earlier, someone he can open up to even if not completely, and a person who stays by his side.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Marriage isn’t as interesting for your lover. While he’d give it some more thought depending on your preferences, it’ll really depend on you. Be clear if you want him to propose, and he will, but if you aren’t then you’ll have to propose to him yourself.

Kaeya is happy to have you by his side, and the commitment that marriage brings does scare him, even if he won’t ever say it out-loud. Who knows what will happen in the future? If you get legally married, it may be even harder for the two of you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course! Kaeya is your number one fan, and he won’t let negative thoughts or mean people stop you from reaching your goal. He thinks it’s amazing, and loves seeing the determination in your eyes.

He’ll help you as much as you let him, be it with words or actions, as long as it isn’t something too dangerous. While he won’t stop you from activities such as adventuring, he won’t let you be completely reckless and accompany you if you’re going to do something that isn’t exactly safe.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He is, he’s willing to do anything to try and ensure you’ll be happy, even if it costs him his own happiness. If he has to leave your life for you to live a happier life, he will, without a moment of hesitation.

His future is still uncertain, too many things could harm you, and it’d all depend on fate. Would you follow him even as he walks down a gruesome path? He wouldn’t want you to suffer because of your love, so he’d rather break your heart. In short, Kaeya would do anything for you even if means breaking his own heart.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sadly, your lover is a really busy man, so you don’t have the opportunity to do much together often. Still, he tries his best to free his schedule a little and give you the short free time he has, even if it’s just a few minutes, before night comes.

If you somehow manage to have a full evening or even a day with him, Diluc is willing to try most activities you may have planned with little hesitation. Something he enjoys is playing chess with you, no matter if you’re good or bad at it, it’s relaxing for him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes, thanks to you, Diluc was able to open up about his worries. Slowly, he’ll talk more to you, about his troubles and other things that plague his mind, and even nightmares he may have had recently. It’s… rather refreshing to be able to talk about it.

You bought more color to his life, as cheesy as it may sound, and even Adelinde is grateful to you for giving her master a reason to smile more often. Being with him probably taught you how to notice if something is suspicious, as he’d prefer if you’re cautious when he’s not around, just in case.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He does, even if he hesitates for quite a while. Your lover won’t act until you’re clear with your own preferences. If you’re positive with the thought of getting married, he’ll start searching for an appropriate ring to fit your hand.

It’d be a bit awkward, he’s nervous, but he knows that waiting for longer would only create doubts, so he’d propose to you when you’re alone, the other details would depend on your likes and dislikes. The wedding would be completely private, and only family and close friends would be invited (besides the workers at his manor)… You had to constantly remind him to invite Kaeya, though.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course, Diluc will support you in any way he can, as long as your goal isn’t too dangerous. If it’s something risky, he’d ask you to think more about it, or at least let him help you more if you’re determined. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

He believes in you, and finds it admirable that you’re trying your best to reach your goals. Whenever you need him, he’s there. If you need an item, advice, or just comfort after failing, don’t hesitate to go to him, he’ll always have time to help you.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Diluc has his own limits he won’t cross, but he’s willing to do quite a lot for you. He’s willing to ignore his schedule if you need him, his work may be important but if you truly need his comfort at that moment, he’ll go.

He’s also willing to try and talk more with Kaeya, if that makes you happy. There are things he isn’t exactly comfortable with doing, but he’ll step outside his comfort zone to try them out for a certain amount of time, just for you.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Childe would love to do literally anything with you. As a harbinger, he doesn’t have much free time, so unless you work with him it can be a bit difficult for you to spend time together, even if he really misses you.

He usually lets you choose what to do, he’s good with anything, really! It would be nice if it’s something his siblings could enjoy, though. What’s better than to spend your free time with your partner and family? For someone like him, it’s the most domestic and warm activity.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The harbinger didn’t really change much, except for the fact that there’s another person he cares a lot for and he’d protect with his life. If you express your worry about him getting injured after his battles, he’ll try to be barely a little more careful.

Being with him either means being patient enough to wait for him to come back from his missions, even those in other regions, know a few self-defense techniques just in case and have a bit of medical knowledge, as you have to patch him up from time to time.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes, yes and yes! But it’d take quite a while for you to get married, as your lover knows that it would bring more unwanted attention to you if not careful. It’d be risky, but he truly wants to marry you and for you to officially be part of his family.

Childe isn’t the most romantic, but even he dreams of proposing to you after a delicious dinner under the night sky, with warmly lit candles around you, as he shows you the best ring he could find. Then, after you accept him, your wedding would be witnessed by family and close friends. It’d be like one of the fairytales he used to read to his siblings.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Bold of you if you thought this man wouldn’t be your biggest supporter, he may even tell his siblings to support you too! They’re pretty much your cheerleaders at this point, to be honest, it’s both annoying and adorable.

But seriously, Childe believes that you can achieve anything if you work hard, and he’ll be there to help you whenever you need him. If your goal has something to do with fighting, you’ve got your own training buddy right there! He’ll be gentle with you though, no matter how he usually is, he wants to make you stronger but avoid hurting you too much.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He is, without a single doubt. You’re one of the most important people in his life, and he won’t hesitate to do anything to keep you by his side. If you want to establish some limits to this, you’ll need to have a good talk with him.

Childe doesn’t care if he has to hurt others, especially if those people try to harm you in any way. He knows it isn’t healthy, but he’s too used to taking lives, and he can’t see them as something more valuable than your relationship. So, he’s willing to do almost anything for you.

glazemeda 2022

[bangtanflirt]

From Bully To Boy-Toy (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader

NSFW CONTENT: 18+ ONLY

Summary: When the campus bully makes you his target, you happen to stumble upon the submissive secret he’s been keeping.

Part 1

Warnings: secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, condescending asshole Jimin,  soft femdom, thighjob, very brief handjob, humiliation and degradation kink, (not extreme), slight blackmail kink, a dash of revenge plotline

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It’s been eighteen hours since you ran out of Jimin’s apartment. Eighteen hours of processing what happened and successfully avoiding the man in question—not that it was hard, considering he had made no move to see you either. However, the dreaded time has come: your mechanical engineering class.

It’s alright y/n, just don’t look back and you won’t have to see him at all. Start fake coughing two minutes early so you can excuse yourself and be far gone by the time he gets out. Easy.

And through that mental pep talk do you finally find the courage to walk into class.

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Apparently, you’ve been worried for nothing. Your plan of looking straight ahead has been working splendidly—with just a measly six minutes left before the scheduled coughing mission. You begin to relax into your seat more, guard coming down as class nears its end.

“Before I let you all go, I have to say that the scores for the first exam are in, and I’m very impressed with the overall class average! Now, it’s no secret that my exams are almost impossible to earn a perfect score in…but two of you managed to do just that. This is the first time I’ve ever had more than one person in the same class have a perfect score, so I think it’s only fitting to celebrate these students. Miss y/n + y/l/n and mister Park Jimin, please stand up!”

What the fuck.

Your positive that there’s a deity above you laughing their ass off right now.

With wobbly legs and sweaty palms, you stand up. Adding fuel to the fire, Professor Cho makes the two of you share how you studied and advice for the other students, keeping you there until the last damn second of class.

You spill out of class in a hurry, with your bag not even zipped up. Well, not zipped up until someone comes up behind you and zips it…the one person you did not want to ever see again. Without warning, he pulls you by the backpack strap to the nearest storage room.

“Did you tell anyone about what you saw yesterday?”

He’s staring you down, but the usually menacing look has a glint of hesitance in it.

“No”

“Good. You saw nothing, understand? Speak of it to anyone and I’ll make your life hell on earth.”

You nod, wanting the interaction to be over already. You’re about to reach for the door handle when he speaks up again.

“Also, I read your essay and it was pretty mediocre, so I decided not to turn it in.”

 You freeze, confusion and shock taking over.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I submitted the one I wrote instead.”

“You wrote one? B-but you told me to—”

“I know what I told you sweetheart. This was the plan y/n. It wasn’t about getting you to write my paper—I think the exam scores prove I know the material like the back of my hand—it was about making sure you don’t have time to write your own. You were getting a little close to my class ranking, so I thought I’d knock you down a peg. Besides, I would never turn in someone else’s work…that’s cheating, silly!”

That’s when your blood starts boiling. You’ve slaved over that essay for weeks and this is why? So Park Jimin could play you like a pawn in his egotistic 4D chess game? You don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation, stress, or caffeine high that makes you snap, but those words bring all of your rage and frustration to the forefront.

Before you know it, you’re lunging and cornering him between your body and the wall. It’s clear on his startled face that he wasn’t expecting any push back.

Your voice holds a steady rage: enough to get your message across without being loud enough for anyone to come check the storage room.

“You’re such a fucking lowlife. You know that, Park? Thinking you can do whatever you want just because you have daddy’s wallet. Everything’s just a game, isn’t it? I was torturing myself trying to write your paper all the while you were jerking off on your pillow to some femdom fetish porn. Fuck. You.”

The distraught look on the boy’s face gives you satisfaction…but it’s when he looks down and shifts uncomfortably that you realize he’s not distraught for the reasons you thought.

This man is unbelievable.

The rational part of your brain would walk out of there right now, but that part has checked out for the day. Instead, you find yourself eyeing the man like prey. Maybe it’s time to make him squirm the way he likes to make others.

“Oh, this is rich. Did me yelling at you really get you hard, Park?”

He gulps, heart beating loud enough to break out of his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Your new sultry tone causes a soft whine to escape his lips. He feels his cock strain against his jeans.

“y/n, don’t play with me like this”

The way he whines your name is heavenly.

“But I want to play with you” you pout in faux innocence, raking your nails across his chest, “I want to play with you and watch you break the way you did to me…made me write that entire essay for your sick twisted pleasure. I was going to be the bigger person and forget what I saw yesterday, but I don’t think you deserve to be let off the hook so easy. Maybe I’ll tell everyone.”

There’s a sadistic glint in your eyes and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s more terrified by your threat or turned on.

“p-please no”

“Why not? Don’t want the whole campus to know the dirty things that get you hard, hm?”

He shakes his head fervently, still moving around to get any kind of friction from his jeans.

“That looks uncomfortable” you say eyeing his crotch, “want some help?”

His jaw slacks open at your offer, mind in a frenzy trying to figure out if your serious or if it’s a cruel joke. But his cock is in control now.

“Yes! Yes, please touch me!”

You smirk, stepping back and finding a box to perch yourself onto. Jimin eyes the skin your bunched up skirt exposes.

“Strip.”

He complies with lightening speed, practically tearing the clothes off his body until he’s wearing nothing but his honeyed skin. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, pink tip curved just slightly. You can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s awaiting further instruction. Boy, could I get used to this.

You motion for him to come closer, until he’s standing right between your thighs The next sentence you utter surprises you just as much it does him.

“I want you to jerk off using my thighs.”

The words are blunt and crude but saying them gives your lower half a jolt of electricity like never before., and Jimin isn’t faring any better either.

Nervously, he guides his cock in between your closing thighs, hissing at the feeling of being enveloped in by your soft skin. There’s more than enough precum leaking for his manhood to slide into a rhythm, but you spit down on it for good measure—and the boy almost blows his load at that sight alone.

It’s not long before his embarrassed, tentative movements turn into wanton, messy ones. You relish in his expressions each time his cock fucks into your thighs.

“I wish this could be broadcasted on every tv on campus. Park Jimin, the guy who acts all tough and pushes everyone around, moaning like a desperate whore. You know, if you weren’t such a dick all the time, maybe I’d let you fuck my pussy. But you decided to be an insufferable prick, so all you get is the privilege of rutting into my thighs like a little bitch.”

His moans get louder, forcing you to put a hand over his mouth for the sake of discretion. As much as you enjoy teasing Jimin with the idea of being caught, you’d lose your shit if anyone actually caught you doing this.

You notice his movements getting even sloppier—if possible. His breath is also more erratic, and you know he’s close.

In one swift motion, you release him from your thighs and use a hand to grip him instead. Three seconds of squeezing and stroking is all it takes for all that built up tension to burst onto his stomach, the floor, and your thighs.

The man holds onto you for the duration of his orgasm, legs too wobbly to trust on their own. He stays there for a minute after, collecting himself post-bliss. When his breathing steadies, he dares make eye contact, but much more meekly than ever before. His cheeks are dusted with a bright red blush, and his hands try to cover as much of his lower half as possible.

You take a nearby roll of paper towels and wipe your thighs clean, then toss it to the naked man.

“Clean everything up before you leave” you order, hopping off the box and heading towards the door.

“Wait!”

You quirk a brow, nudging the man to speak.

“Can we—um—do this again?”

You toss your head back in laughter,

“Of course we can. You had your plan, and now I have mine. I’m going to turn you into the dumbest little toy imaginable, too busy thinking with your cock to worry about things like grades and class rank—or how to piss off everyone around you. Get ready, Park, because this is just the beginning of your downfall.”

You turn on your heel and head straight out, leaving the dumbstruck mess of a boy covered in and surrounded by the remnants of his humiliating orgasm.

More humiliating than that though…you got him fucking hard again.

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A/N: Very grateful for all the positive feedback the first part got. Thank you to those of you who interact, because it motivates me to write more! As always, have a great day.

Taglist: @hzbbtsfanficrecs @namjooncrabs @kseoknj @taeriffic @pjmin-95 @cashia​ @ivykl33n​

[robynlilyblack]

hey love! i just had a pretty bad day and i got a bad grade for a test i studied hard for.. so i was wondering if you could write Hermione Granger x fem!reader, and the reader had a bad day and got a bad great and Hermione comforts her, telling her it’s okay and yk just lots of cuddles and fluff :)

Bad day

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n's had the worst day, good thing her girlfriend is there to let her know it’s all going to be okay

Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, lots of fluff and shameless flirting

A/n: 0.8k words, wolfstars daughter and can be in the same universe as this fic, thank you for the request and I hope you’re feeling better now too. Hope you like it and lots of cuddles to you 💛

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“Wow the smartest girl in schools dating an idiot” 

You resisted the urge to cry in the middle of class, holding it in until the class was dismissed and you rushed out. As you left your eyes glazed over so much you didn’t see your girlfriend sitting on a wall outside for you

Her heart broke at the sight, quickly moving to catch up with you “Sweets?” she says sounding worried

You look at her, tears already falling. You felt like such a failure, not only for yourself but to her, she helped you study for it and yet you still failed. How stupid do you have to be to fail an exam Hermione Granger, the smartest, and prettiest, girl in the world prepared you for personally

You hadn’t even noticed she was leading you back to her dorm until you reached it, too caught up in your bad thoughts, the disappointment you feared from the one you loved most

“You want to talk about it?” she wonders, hand in yours as she pulls you over to sit next to her on the bed

“Bad day” you say quietly 

She moves to straddle your lap, hugging you right away “It’s over now” she says softly, kissing your temple and you melt under touch 

“There’s something else” you confess after a few minutes and she pulls back

She tilts her head, fingers gently wiping the tears as they fall “What sweets? Someone mean to you because I’ll kick their arse, I’m smarter than the twins I can make them suffer worse than they could ever dream” she says and you let out a giggle, she was always so protective over you

Your smile fades as you speak “I failed the test” you frown, looking down unable to watch her reaction

“Oh sweets” she sighs but it doesn’t sound disappointed in you, she could never be disappointed by you “Look at me” her fingers move to raise your jaw, gently making you look at her

 “Are you mad?” 

She shakes her head “No of course not” she cups your cheeks “You tried really hard…” she starts, her voice soothing but your still in your own head

“Wasn’t good enough though” you mutter cutting her off “I’m not good enough” you scrunch up your face, feeling the tears coming again

She gives you a sad look “One test doesn’t define your worth” you nose scrunches again and her hands shift backwards on your cheeks “Listen to me, it doesn’t. Sometimes we have off days okay, one bad grade doesn’t make you any less of an utterly amazing human being…well utterly amazing…” she kisses your cheek “…beautiful…” she kisses your other cheek “…smart…” then your nose “…witch” and she finishes by pecking your lips

Your face softens at her words and kisses, lips tugging up “You don’t mind having a dumb girlfriend?” you pout

She tuts at you “You aren’t dumb” she says firmly “Smarts isn’t just how much you know, I’m book smart sure but with people I’m lost. You know I don’t actually hate quidditch, I just say I do because I lack the know how to understand it” she confesses 

“Really?” you look at her surprised but your smile is growing, feeling lighter

She nods “Yeah, wizard chess too. Why do you think I’ve never played it? There’s no way in hell I’d live it down if Ron or Harry bet me” she exclaims and you both giggle

“My lips are sealed” you pretend to lock them

“Better be” she says playfully “My image would be ruined!” she says overdramatically, falling off your lap and onto the bed beside you

She smiles up at you, laying on her back, before beginning to giggle to herself while you watch her fondly. Not many people got to see this side of her, the giggly weird her she kept behind closed doors, doors even Harry and Ron had never fully opened, merely peeked inside

“You are so beautiful” the words fall from your mouth easily and she stops giggling, now smiling up at you, suddenly shy “Even prettier now” you flirt

“Stop” she whines, turning and burying her head into the covers

You giggle “Never love” you shift on the bed, laying on your stomach and peering at her, heart fluttering as she peaks her head out at you

“How did we go from me comforting you to you making me all…” she bites her lip

You smirk “Hot and bothered” you wiggle your eyebrows

Her eyes widen, hitting you playfully “You’re gonna kill me one day, seriously your...” she trails off seeing your cheeky look "okay...siriusly your gonna make me combust or something" she corrects

You laugh, shuffling closer to her “Maybe but before that day comes can I get a hug from my favourite person?” you ask, tugging one of her curls behind her ear slowly, soaking up the feeling of her soft skin

She closes her eyes briefly at your touch before opening her arms and letting you lay your head on her chest "Always" she kisses your hair, arms coming around protectively while yours wrap around her waist

“It’s gonna be okay” she says after a few seconds

"I know" You hold her that little bit tighter “I love you so much” you lean on your chin to look up with her “I hope tell you that enough” 

She soothes your hair “You do, not just in words but in everything you do” she smiles down at you, eyes filled with love “And that’s one of the many reasons I love you sweets”

"You know" you lean up and kiss her lips "I may be a flirt but you've got me wrapped around your pretty little finger" you lace your hand with hers, thumb and forefinger fiddling with hers

"Do I now?" she says grinning "And should I use this new found knowledge for good..." she looks at you with a mischievous glint you loved more than anything "...or for evil!" she launches into a tickle attack, leaving you in fit of giggles until you eventually surrender with the promise of a kiss...maybe today wasn't so bad after all

Thank you for reading 💛

[under-the-eye]

Iris and Isla have become young adults! Iris has fully given her passion to music (second to the Watcher, of course!) while Isla is eagerly looking forward to building a family of her own.

To celebrate, we all took a day trip to the Goldenrock National Park, where we’ve spent so many summer days as a family.

The boys played their traditional game of horseshoes with their father. Over some rounds of cards and Don’t Wake the Llama, I gave Iris and Isla the knowledge they would need to be good wives to their future husbands. Penny was there too, but there’s no harm in her having this knowledge early.

James: Hey, my family is at Goldenrock right now, do you want to come hang out with me?

???: Sure, be there in a little bit.

James: Cool, thanks.

After their horseshoes, the boys fished up some fish for us to fry for dinner, just like old times!

Jonah: I think that one looks like a house. 

James: It kinda does, yeah. The one next to it looks like a dragon. Watch out, peasants, your roof might be on fire in a minute.

Jonah: Laughs Straw roofs don’t offer a lot of dragon protection, do they?

James: Jonah… we’re friends, right?

Jonah: I hope so, otherwise we’ve wasted a lot of time hanging out. 

James: Right. And I like that. Being friends, I mean. With you. I haven’t gotten along with most of the other kids at the co-op or at church, not even my siblings, but with you it’s easier. 

Jonah: I feel the same way. It’s hard being the youngest, huh? Lately Zeke has been taking up all of the attention with the courting stuff.

James: It’s the same at my house with Isla and Iris. Penny is ok, and she’s really good at chess, but my parents never let her talk about the stuff we have in common.

Jonah: You know… don’t tattle on me, but I don’t think that’s fair. My sisters are good at so many things, but our parents won’t let them do any of it. 

James: I won’t tattle. I don’t think it’s fair either.

Late that night…

[foxingpeculiar]

This is about the WoT show—Verin, specifically—but I’m gonna take a minute to get there.

I read WoT for the first time around ‘98 or ‘99. I remember the year specifically because I remember having… it was either tFoH or LoC on my desk in freshman history and this dude looked at me with… impressed surprise? and said “you READ all that?” And in my head, that was one of those moments you have as a teenager when you start to realize not everyone thinks like you do.

Anyway, I stopped reading, I think in the middle of aCoS, because that was the last one I had (I think tPoD had come out but wasn’t in paperback yet). And like, that’s kind of a sloggy bit, especially if you don’t know how long it’s going to go on. So I was like “screw it, I’ll read it when it’s done.”

Cut to 14-15 years later, aMoL is out and my roommate is actively devouring it, which reminded me what I told myself back then, so I tell him I’m gonna start in on it. He offers me a few pieces of advice (eg: read New Spring after tFOH; it’s a nice breather and it’ll mean more).

But he also says he’s going to spoil one important thing for me. Because the series is so long and dense, and there’s SO much to pay attention to, he says, this particular bit is very subtle and too easy to miss, to not remember enough about it when the reveal comes to appreciate the genius of how well it’s done.

*spoilers to follow for show-only fans or anyone who has not completed… I forget which of the last books it happens in (I think aMOL, but maybe ToM) but it’s endgame stuff—obviously*

He tells me to watch Verin and spoils that she is, in fact, Black Ajah. (He does not, however, explain that there’s more to it than that, which left some surprise in it—I appreciate the way he did that; it was artful. I am obviously not being so elegant here). And that was one of my favorite threads in the books, watching that, which I would absolutely have missed otherwise (cos fuck man, 2787 characters!)

So I was excited to see Verin in the show. And this episode tells me I’m gonna get what I want out of that. I enjoyed her coming in with the very-carefully-calculated “fun auntie” vibe. I really enjoyed her iykyk conversation with Sheriam (*cough*), but the scene that really got me on board was Verin and Yassicca after spying on Sheriam’s log.

Cos like, Verin already absolutely knows what’s going on: where the girls are, who took them, and why. That’s the whole reason she’s doing what she’s doing, is to know things like that (or at least have very solid theories about them, as I believe the case is here). But she can’t tell anyone without explaining how she knows, so she has to put on this innocent face and guide the people around her toward what she wants them to know without them realizing she’s doing that. This includes both people in the light AND other black ajah.

And these are Aes Sedai, the craftiest, sneakiest, most manipulative people around (with the possible exception of the Cairhiens, but the Aes Sedai have a more widespread and visceral reputation). The point being that the standards for the kind of 3D chess she’s playing are particularly high, and yet NO ONE has a clue what she’s up to until she decides to tell Egwene.

So, with that in mind, I am struck by the kindness of the character in that scene—how gentle she is with this earnest little rabbit of a girl. When she brings up compulsion, you can almost feel her regret at having to mess with a naif’s whole worldview. (But only almost. It’s just beneath the surface.) She’s lying and manipulating with the worst of them, but she’s not a cruel or selfish person. And Meera Syal is doing a great job at loading all of that in there, which is a fine line to walk.

Anyway, that’s my fan ramble for today.

[justsomeclintasha]

“You coming back in the field or what? They’ve had me paired with Fredericks. Never thought I’d miss your sorry ass.”

“Two more weeks of physical therapy and I’ll be good to go.”

“Thank God.” The agent laughs as he ducks into one of the medical rooms. Clint flexes his arm, the fresh stitches pulling tight. If it were up to him, he would have just ignored it, but unfortunately, it wasn’t up to him.

He’s just about to head back to his quarters when there’s a commotion down the hall.

Well, that’s putting it lightly.

Three agents run past him, weapons drawn. An alarm blares loudly from the speaker above him, and yet another man sprints by.

“What the hell…?” He follows, and the source quickly becomes apparent.

“She took my fucking gun!”

“Put it down!”

“Fuck this, just shoot her!”

“I said put it down!”

Clint barges past them, angling himself in front of the cornered redhead, and ignoring the gun in her hand.

“What happened?”

“She took-“

“I’m asking her!” he snaps. The room falls silent. The archer is levels above them. No one will dare to challenge him. “Get out. All of you.”

“But sir-“

“Now.” One by one, they file out, and the door shuts with a soft click. He turns to face her. She doesn’t lower her weapon. A shiny silver handcuff hangs from only one wrist. He cocks his head, considering, but there’s no fear in his eyes.

“Disarm,” she orders. Slowly, he reaches for his gun and hands it to her. She stuffs it in the back pocket of her jeans.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“No.”

“Okay. I’m going to get something out of my jacket. Don’t shoot me.” He pulls out a small lock pick tool and a tablet. He tosses the tool on one end of the bed and sits on the other. She quickly removes the cuff. If he notices her hand is trembling, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he pulls up a game on his tablet and ignores her. For several minutes, it’s silent.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing chess.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.”

“I have a gun. I could kill you.”

“Yep.”

Her footsteps are quiet as she paces the room. She stops at the window, looking out to the courtyard, the gun still in her hand.

“I panicked,” she admits, her voice so low he has to strain to hear her. “The doctor tried to restrain me and I just…” She swallows, shaking her head. “I fucked it up, Clint.”

“No, you didn’t. That was his fault. Not yours. We don’t do that shit here. You’re not in trouble.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I said so.” She sets the weapons on the windowsill, moving to join him on the bed. Absently, she rubs her wrist, watching him move chess pieces on the tablet screen.

“Are you any good?”

“Absolutely not.” The corner of his mouth curls into a smile, and he tilts the screen so she can see better.

“Can you do it?”

“Do what?”

“My medical exam.” He reaches for the paperwork and scans over it.

“I think so. It looks pretty basic. You okay with that?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Height and weight first.” They move through a series of simple, routine tests, and he checks off the papers. “Heart rate, temperature, I’m not sure what this means but it’s probably fine. Oh let me look in your ears with this little flashlight thing.” He shines the light in each ear, then writes something down. “Mhm, definitely potatoes growing in there.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, it’s an expression. I’m the last person to judge anyone’s ears,” he says with a grin, motioning towards his hearing aid. “Alright, last thing is bloodwork. You good?”

“Yeah.” She looks anywhere but her arm as he ties a rubber strap around it and preps the needle.

“Little pinch,” he murmurs as he slides it in her skin. She doesn’t flinch, but he rubs his thumb soothingly on her arm anyway as the vial fills. “You’re okay. Almost done. Deep breath.”

“It doesn’t make you less, you know,” she blurts out. He raises an eyebrow in question. “Your hearing aids. It doesn’t.”

“I know.” He places a band aid carefully on her arm. It’s bright purple, with cartoon dogs on it she doesn’t recognize, but one is wearing a police hat. “All done. I think we should go celebrate now with some burgers and a milkshake.”

“Just like that?” After everything, she expected punishment, not his typical carefree attitude and a smile.

“Yeah, Natasha. Just like that.“

[pandamoniumvibes-27]

I noticed your call for hc ideas, so I’ll throw one your way!

Ei x a reader who was born mortal during the Archon War, but somehow became immortal? Maybe something about the reader being there for her after Khaenri’ah?

I’m in love with this idea. I actually have a private idea of mine that is slightly related to the characters becoming immortal maybe I’ll share it at a later date!

Request are still open but the Golden Archipelago event is making me feel a bit inspired for possible Mona content!

Miko’s age is around 500 I think but I added a couple of years so she would be before khaenri’ah

Sorry this has been in my drafts for like at least a month maybe more. This is only part 1 I explain the reading at the end of the story.

Have fun reading!!!

~

You had heard about the Archons fighting

Your family was careful to pick a god named Makoto to go under for safety

You had never seen her fight or even knew what she looked liked

You lived most of your life the war but a minor thought in your head

It wasn’t till the age of 12 when you heard someone yelling at something in the trees that you even bothered to find out more of the archons…

“Miko your being a real bitch!”

You were quite taken aback by the language that was reserved for adults, this girl… She sounded like a child

A girl with purple hair and eyes was looking up at a very proud pink fox

You never saw a fox before but the expression on its face made it look like it was smirking

‘Could foxes even smirk?!’

The fox was on a branch of the tree which was barely holding her up

But the fox seemed calm as ever looking like cat who caught a mouse

“Do you need help getting your fox? I can get one of the elders from the village to help.”

The fox and the girl turned to look at you.

“That won’t be needed. Miko is just doing this to get me worked up. Giving her more attention will only encourage her.”

“You know, your not supposed to use curse words.”

“I’m older than I look.”

“I call bull.”

“Bull?”

“It means I think what your saying is fake.”

“I have no reason not to tell the truth”

“Yeah you do! You don’t want to get in trouble! But don’t worry I won’t say a word!”

The girl blinked a bit and waited for a prolonged second.

“Good.”

“So how do we get your cat down?”

“Miko isn’t a cat she’s a Kitsune.”

“Im going to call her a cat until she stops acting like a cat.”

The fox jumped down from the tree at that moment turning into a girl about 5 years old pink ears and tail she looked at you with a frown

‘Could foxes even frown?’

She walked over to the purple haired girl and grabbed her chest

“Give me the sword.”

‘THE FUCK’

Nothing happened thank the archons but you invited the two to your home for some snacks

They were hesitant but agreed after seeing you silently beg for around 10 minutes.

The fact they enjoyed spending time with you surprised them even more.

You gave them some fruit and water but you spent most of the time talking and playing with the few mortal games you had.

“Would you like to play cards?”

“Cards?”

“I know a few. But If you don’t like that I have a board game me a the kids in the village made. It’s a game where you have to collect 7 gems that are represented with chest pieces. But there are obstacles to try and stop you that you need to over come by setting up the correct strategy.”

“I’m very smart I’m sure I would win.”

“Like I would lose to a cat!”

You guys had a lot of fun playing.

You and ei teamed up to steal the orange chess piece and the turquoise chess piece.

But Miko ended stealing the purple chess piece without you noticing and ended up tricking one of you and Ei’s most helpful pawns

But it soon came to sun down and they had to go back home before the monsters came out.

“I did not expect Miko to kill the fire moth.”

“Fire moth?”

“Yeah that’s our code name for the pawn you killed.”

“The one that had fire and ice powers?”

“Yeah but her real name was Rose”

“You guys certainly had fun brainstorming you little team.”

“Yeah it was fun. But you were so cool with that manoeuvre you did to get the purple chess piece.”

“Yes stealing our pawn to use for your scheme was a good idea Miko.”

“I think we named that pawn scarlet scara for short.”

You said goodbye and asked them to visit you when they could

You watched them head back into the woods and you went to bed very happy that day

You had so much fun.

Ei visited you first.

She came in the morning waking you up basket in hand.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s not to far you’ll see soon.”

The two of you walked to a mountain. There Ei took the basket she was carrying and took out snacks.

“I thought it would only be right for me to repay you by sharing some of my snacks I have at home.”

“This is your home?”

Ei got a laugh out of that.

“This is better than home. It’s calm. Near my home there is always fighting.”

“Like parent issues?”

“No… I don’t know why but I feel inclined to tell you this. Maybe you have put something in the food.”

“Everything was picked from trees!”

“Haha!! You are different than most humans. I myself am not human though. I’m a god who is supposed to protect humans. But us Gods are fighting and there is little times of peace. Somehow I seem to forget all of when I’m with you.”

“Ei I want to know you. I want to be friends with you really badly… Meet me at my house next week and I can show you a place near the village.”

“I suppose the others will not notice if I’m not gone for too long.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

-

End of part 1

A/N: this has taken me forever and it has been hard because school just started up again for me. Also I got carried away with what was supposed to be head cannons so I’m splitting it in two. The second part will tackle more Archon war stuff but I felt like I needed to have them develop a relationship. I will try to get part 2 done in a timely manor but please be patient.

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Part 2 is up!!! You can see it on the masterlist!

[melusinealarice]

Here is some House x fem Reader smuttt

So this is basically gonna be smut with like a lil bit of plot and ive had an idea for a while abt like House meeting a girl at a bar and they hook up and then the next day she starts her new job and house is her boss. So basically season 1 of greys anatomy’s plot

Warnings: smut, alcohol, cursing, i think thats like it, protected sex even tho i dont specify

A fresh start

You just moved to New Jersey to start a new job as a fellow, and to throw yourself a welcome party you went to a bar.

You scanned the place in-front of you looking for anyone who looks like they could be worth your time, finding no one you sighed and sat down on an empty stool before ordering a vodka soda. You sat there nursing your drink for a good 30 minutes, a few men and even women had come up to you offering to buy you a drink but you weren’t interested. Thats when someone walked in who caught your attention. He was alone, and older than you but he seemed interesting. He sat down next to you and ordered a whiskey.

You waited a few minutes before making the first move, after-all he was clearly staring at you. “You gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna buy me a drink?” You said turning slightly to face him, “I was trying to decide if you were interesting,” he said plainly. “Am I?” You asked now more intrigued, “I don’t know,” he answered, “Another Vodka soda for her,” he said, you smirked “well i guess I’m interesting enough,” you said, he laughed, “you’re pretty, but from what Ive seen, everyone who has come up to you, you turn down, meaning either you’re also looking for something specific, or just playing hard to get so which is it?” He said before downing his drink and signally for another one, “None of them seemed worth my time,” you shrugged, “But I did?” He asked, it was more of a rhetorical but you answered anyways, “Yes.” You said.

The conversation was more like a game of chess, moves and countermoves, you two danced around each-other, before finally he broke down just a little, “whats your name?” He asked obviously looped in, “y/n. yours?” You answered “Greg.” He said.

Many whitty remarks from the both of you later, and a few more drinks later you invited him back to your place, the ride wasn’t long, you lived just around the corner, the second you unlocked your door he was all over you. He pushed you against the door, and kissed you, you kissed back with just as much hunger and lust. He tasted good, like mint and whiskey, and his hands roamed your body.

A soft whimper left your lips as he grabbed your ass, and he smirked into the kiss. You led him to your bedroom, his shirt gone in the hallway, your hands ran down his bare chest, he was intoxicating. You pushed him down onto the bed before straddling him, he began kissing down your jaw, sucking on your neck, his hands were on your hips. He had barely touched you and you felt like you were on fire. He pulled away just long enough to get rid of your top, before unclasping your bra. His hands found their way to your breasts, kneading them softly as you threw your head back, soft gasps leaving your lips as he ran his thumb over your nipples.

You sat up slightly before taking off your jeans and unbuckling his belt, both landed somewhere in the room. One of his hands slowly dragged down your side till it was almost where you needed it. Whines and breaths of please were leaving your lips and he slipped his hand inside your panties. Your wetness leaving a damp spot on them he could see. Finally he moved his fingers to tease your entrance while his thumb ghosted over your clit making it hard to breathe. You bucked down to try and get some more friction only for him to just chuckle something about how eager you were. His other hand still kneading your breast. You moved to unbutton his pants before dragging them down and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

His hand retracted from your breast for a moment, reaching for something but you were too focused on him to know what. He seemed to notice this and relax. You ground down on his erection before taking off both your underwear and throwing them on the floor. Your hands raked down his chest and your moved up slightly before positioning yourself over him.

You moved down onto him and a groan rose from his throat as your eyes rolled back slightly and your breath quickened. You rolled your hips after a few moments, his hands now traveling up your sides to you breasts, resuming their previous movements, drawing a string of gasps and moans from you. You sped up, moved faster and he threw his head back gasping slightly. You rose all the way up before sinking back down completely. Forcing a cry from your lips, he began rocking his hims into you meeting your speed. He hit that sweet spot inside you, causing you to gasp followed by whispering his name over and over in a string of praise.

He began thrusting up to hit that spot over and over, making you see stars and you clenched around him making him falter in his movements. God he was good, one of his hands moved down towards your clit and you whimpered, throwing your head back giving him access to begin sucking and nipping at your breast and his other hand played with the other. The pleasure was almost too much and you could tell he was close as-well. The knot in your stomach that had been building was so so close to bursting.

He rubbed your clit faster and with one hard thrust you came undone, white hot pleasure races towards you. You became a whimpering moaning mess as your orgasm hit you. “Oh god, Greg,” you kept repeating his name as he chased his own high, drawing out yours.

As you pulsed around him he faltered, before reaching his own high. You stayed like that for a while before you climbed off of him and laid down next to him, before drifting off the sleep.

The next morning your alarm clock woke you up, and he was gone, thank god, you had to get ready for your first day at your new job, you got ready and hoped in your car before driving to Princeton Plains-burrow, where you would start your fellowship in diagnostic medicine. You went to dr. Cuddy’s office so she could give you the rundown.

After your meeting you went up and entered a room with 3 other people. “You must be the new fellow,” the blonde boy said in an Australian accent, “yes, dr. Y/n y/ln, nice to meet you.” You said extending your hand, he shook it “im dr Chase, Thats dr. Forman and 13” he said pointing to the man sitting in one of the chairs and the girl who is named 13 standing beside the coffee machine. “13?” You questioned, was that actually her name. “Dr. House is kind-of” he started to say but was interrupted by the door opening.

You turned as he walked in. Shit. It was him, from last night. You slept with your boss, he faltered when seeing you, you stared at each other for a while before you broke the silence, “Dr. Y/l/n, pleasure to work with your Dr. House.” You said, trying not to give yourself away to the other fellows, although House clearly remembered you, “Have we met?” He asked a smirk on his face, “No, I dont think so,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering. “Alright then, patient 24 female…”

Thats it, im sure you can imagine afterwards he did end up exposing their little secret and telling Wilson, but i’ll leave that up to you!

[moonbuglove]

Ten seconds

I felt like some BokuAtsu from Atsumu's p.o.v.

In-Yun

The concept of “In-Yun” speaks about fate and predestination. It says that the lives you lived previously, and how the minute connections we make throughout our time in this world, reverberate through the layers of life until they finally coalesce for people to find each other

I don’t believe in fate. “The universe” is not some omnipotent force moving us around like chess pieces, manipulating us or protecting us or colliding us. Work hard, good things happen. Or not.

It’s life.

A cosmic crapshoot in which odds don’t mean shit. I’m more fatalism, less fate. With that said, I do believe circumstances happen in a certain order at a certain time. And for a certain reason. Which does sound suspiciously like fate, but I dwell less on the why things happen and more on how I should respond when they do. I sense storms coming, things shifting in the air. That helps me plan. It’s helped me in every area of my life, especially volleyball. But nothing prepared me for this moment. And it is a game of truth and dare, that is my downfall.

A dare that should be so insignificant.

Kiss Bokkun.

But nothing is simple when it comes to him.

Golden eyes with flecks of amber and bourbon in them tracing my features as he placed his hand on the side of the barstool and turned me completely around to face him. Treating me to an up close view of that classic Bokuto Kōtarō beam that reminded me that I’ve never seen him take anything seriously. He’s always smiling, laughing and joking his way through life, completely oblivious to the reality the rest of the world just has to deal with, so it shouldn’t have surprised me he would approach a literal child’s game the same way. My knees brushed his hard thighs, and I felt every eye in the living room on us as he leaned in close, resting his palms on the edge of the island. His body stretched over mine, blocking out my view of our teammates behind me. Not that I cared that I couldn’t see them. I was too focused on the way his smile was fading, shifting into a complex mask devoid of humor. I’m shocked at how quickly he does it. Goes from being the happy-go-lucky guy I’ve known him to be to…this. “Make it good for him, Bo-san” Shōyō shouted, laughing loudly, obviously drunk and I half expected him to turn around and say something stupid and completely on brand for him, but his eyes stayed on me.

Soft.

Serious.

For once in his life.

"Nervous?” He asked, eyes on my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Nope. Why would I be nervous?” His brows lifted, amusement slipping over whatever conflicted emotion was shining in his irises just moments ago. “Because you don’t really do this kind of thing Tsum-Tsum, you know you don't have to right?" “What kind of thing?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice wavered a little. “Play truth or dare?” “Get roped into kissing teammates, unless.” He gets a far off look in his eyes something on the tip of tongue but he leaves it unsaid. The truth of the matter was, the worst decisions I’ve made in my life have been sealed with a kiss. Get ready to add this one to the list. The snarky voice in my head quipped as Kōtarō waited for my response, completely unbothered by the restless crowd behind him begging for us to get on with it already. “Oh? You jealous I have never kissed ya Bokkun?” I arched a brow, sass coating each word. “Maybe, maybe not,” He chuckles a deep and dangerous chuckle that makes my hands feel clammy. “Then I guess we should kiss before Hinata shoves our heads together.” "Yeah, I guess we should.”  I watched his face move closer, and his breath skated across my skin as I fought the very real urge to let my eyes fall shut. My lungs burned, demanding air that was laced with his earthy scent and protesting when they were denied. I knew I needed to breathe. I didn’t want to run the risk of passing out and giving everyone here another reason to think I was weird. It was bad enough that I was known for the most casual of hook ups. Crumbling into a breathless heap the moment one of the most coveted pair of lips in the world of volleyball met mine would only make it worse. Kōtarō lifted one of his hands, bringing it up to my chin and cupping it between his index finger and thumb. With a barely discernible movement, he applied the lightest bit of pressure, forcing me to focus all of my attention on him. “Breathe for me Atsumu." He whispered, the quiet command pulling the trapped air from my lungs and giving me a glimpse of a side of him I’ve never seen before.

Dark.

Dangerous.

Lethal.

My eyes went wide, shock winding its way through my chest to mix with the mild panic being held in his gaze has sent through me. "Can I kiss you?" I nod not trusting myself to speak, but he shook his head. "I need words, to know if this is ok. I need to hear you say I can kiss you." All at once, I start to doubt the wisdom of going through with this dare, of breaking one of my personal rules to appease a room full of stupid drunk adults playing middle school games to distract us from adulting. "Yeah, you can kiss me." He smiles not the beam, no a small smile like it is a inside secret that we only know then Kōtarō’s lips are on mine. Taking me by a surprise that’s equal parts delight and terror as his tongue slids over my bottom lip asking for more. His arms snakes around my hips keeping me in place, which meant I couldn’t move if I wanted to, so I gave myself over to it. Over to him. It was supposed to be a simple kiss, but it’s not. Because Kōtarō pulls people in, but it takes a special type of person to keep his attention on them. And I was dragged into his orbit, albeit unwillingly at first drawn to his aura but now... now I don't think I want to lose his attention, random scooting closer to steal the others warmth, during late night bus rides after a match, accifental late night snack runs and stargazing in the roof of our dorms. Have all lead up to this moment. A grin curled against my mouth, prompting me to stop suppressing my own. "Yer a good kisser Bokkun." "Not so bad yourself Tsum." I snort pushing him back slightly, but his eyes stay on my lips. I open my mouth to retort trapped in our own little bubble. "Well damn get a room." Inunaki breaks our bubble we created then he is back to Bokkun laughing alomg with our teammates. I roll my eyes as I get up.

"I'm getting another drink." I say as I leave the room, I keep replaying those ten seconds in my head, of Kōtarō's lips against mine. I realized that this was an awakening. There weren’t any fireworks, it was more like being in a freefall, a rush that I could feel in my entire body while my heart raced a few feet ahead, like it was more susceptible to the gravitational pull. It's a million bolts of electricity reviving a stalled heart. It’s reckless, but beautiful.

Ten seconds is all it takes to make me realize it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and, though I have no way of knowing this for sure, it is also my biggest mistake.