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[fallingformatt]

SINCE WE’RE PLAYING GAMES M.S.

Matt x fem!reader

summary: what happens when you try to cheat your way to win a game of twister?

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTT! unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: Yall are some freaky fucking fucks… over a thousand notes on my post? Yall are insane, im so thankful for yall dirty minded ass people. I truly did not expect that to happen on my second post ever. And thank you all for almost 300 followers yall are the GOATS!!!

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I'm currently at the triplet's house. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful orange hue to the living room where we all are sitting, drinking some drinks, and just talking. The music in the background isn't loud but I can hear it clearly.

"I'm bored, let's do something fun," Matt says looking down into his half-empty cup. "Well I don't have any ideas," Chris shrugs his shoulders. "I have an amazing idea," Nick yells, startling me. "Nick, you scared me, I almost spilled my drink," I say out loudly slapping his shoulder. "Please ask me what my idea is, please, please, please," Nick tries to plead to make us ask him what his idea is.

"So what is ur 'amazing' idea?" I ask looking at him with a serious face. "We're all gonna play twister," Nick says ecstatically clapping his hands together like a kid. "No Nick, we are not playing twister, we're not five," Matt says annoyed. "Oh look I'm Matt, I'm so tuff and boring, I don't like to have fun," Nick mocks Matt, making me and Chris laugh.

"Well I don't know about y'all, but I'm tipsy, there's no way I could play twister right now," Matt says tugging on the collar of his black t-shirt, his eyes from across the room to meet mine, sending butterflies to my stomach.

I've always had a little crush on Matt, but I never really did anything about it, because I didn't want to ruin the friendship between us. I mean yeah, sure I would sometimes tease him, wearing something revealing, making his eyes wander to places they shouldn't, for example, today, I was wearing short, low-waisted shorts and a small leopard print baby tee, but I knew that, me doing something with Matt would probably change the dynamics of the group as a whole, so I left it as is, hoping my crush on Matt would sooner or later die down.

"You're just scared that you'll lose, so I have a proposition, whoever loses takes a shot of vodka," Nick says proudly. "That's the dumbest thing I have heard in my life," Matt says crossing his arms. "Well, as far as I know, five-year-olds can't drink vodka, so who's the five-year-old now huh?" Nick defends his idea. "We all are a bit tipsy so the chances of you winning are fair, you're just a pussy," Nick says trying to provoke Matt. "Yeah Matt, don't be a pussy," Chris joins in. "Okay, that's it, we're playing, and I'm going to win," Matt says and smiles confidently. Nick claps his hands excitedly as he stands up and walks to the pile of board games that are stacked on a shelf above the TV.

"Found it! Y'all are going down, I hope y'all like the taste of losing, because y'all are gonna be licking the L's shortly," Nick says with a devious smile. "Okay, this one's clearly had more than enough to drink," Matt says as he facepalms.

Nick sets up the game, laying the playing pad down on the floor and placing the spinner next to the mat. "So, who wants to go first?" Nick says grinning. "I'll go," Chris answers and bends down to spin the indicator. "Right foot on red." He says out loud and steps on the playing mat. We all take our turns and the game is starting to get intense.

"Nick you are going to lose," Matt says his voice getting higher at the end of the sentence. The poses we are in are criminal. We are four, grown adults standing on this little mat, meant for children. At this point in the game, the slightest movement could make us all fall down. "Chris, you look like a deformed frog," I say as I'm laughing, almost snorting. Chris's right foot is still on red, his left foot is on blue, his right hand on blue, in front of his left leg, and his left hand is in front of his right leg. Nick is chilling in a comfortable position, meanwhile, I'm stretched out, so close to fall.

We all spin a few times. When all of a sudden Chris loses his balance and falls. "Hah, it wasn't even your turn, you're out, take a shot," Nick yells, happy that he's still in the game. "This is so annoying, 100 bucks on Nick falling next," Chris says as he takes a shot of vodka. I'm now in a compromising position, both of my hands are on red and my feet are on green and yellow, my position is leaving my ass high up in the air. Nick is now barely staying in the game.

"Nick it's your turn," Chris says out loudly, the alcohol he's had, making him unaware of the volume he's speaking in. Nick spins the spinner, "right hand green," Chris says. As Nick tried to move his hand, he lost his balance and fell. "Fuck," he yells out as he stands up. "Where my money at?" Chris says as he hands Nick a shot of vodka.

"Spin it," I say to Matt, and he does. "Left hand red," I say and Matt starts to move his left hand. Now both of his hands need to be on red and the only place in order for him not to fall is on either side of my hands. As he moves over me he brushes against my ass making me lose my balance slightly. Placing his hand next to mine, his head is now next to mine, "sorry," he says quietly, his hot breath brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

It's now my turn and if I don't think of something quickly, I'm going to lose. I look over my shoulder to see what Chris and Nick are doing, they are currently in the kitchen getting some drinks. My lips move making a small grin, this is perfect.

As I reach for the spinner, I pop up my ass, making it brush against Matt's crotch. "Right hand red, looks like I'm safe for now," I say as I turn to Matt, a smirk appearing on my lips.

After taking my turn, I move back, again brushing against his crotch, now feeling something hard. "Don't do that," Matt says in an almost moaning tone. "Do what?" I say looking at him. "Don't try to act all innocent," he says in a serious tone. "It's your turn," I say, a smile plastered on my face.

Matt takes his turn and spins the spinner, "left foot green," He says, looking at the spinner. As he tries to move, I once again pop up my ass, making him brush against it once again, the tension on his crotch getting too much for him, making him lose his balance and he falls. "Ha, I win," I say as I stand up clapping my hands together. Nick and Chris rush over to the living room.

"Did Matt lose?" Nick asks. "Yeah because she cheated," he says, anger and frustration can be heard in his voice. "What did I do, that counts as cheating?" I ask, raising one eyebrow, as a smirk creeps on my lips again, knowing he can't say anything without explaining him further. "Nothing," Matt murmurs. "What's that? I couldn't hear you," I tease him. "I said, nothing," Matt raises his voice, standing up and storming off to his room.

"I am too drunk for this," Chris says throwing up his hands as he turns around and heads to his room. "Can you help me clean this up?" I ask Nick, and he nods kneeling down.

We cleaned everything up and put the game back in its place. "You ready to head to bed?" Nick asks. "You go, I'm going to come later, I'm going to check on Matt," I say as I start walking to Matt's room. "Goodnight Nick," I say smiling. "Goodnight." He answers.

Without knocking I open the door to Matt's room. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as I look at him. He's sitting on the edge of his bed looking straight at me. "I was waiting for you to come in, want to play a game?" Matt says. "Sure, what game?" I ask unsure what game he had planned.

"Since we're playing games, let's play a game you can't cheat in," he says a smirk creeping on his lips. "Simon says, close the door," Matt says. Oh shit, we're already playing. I close the door not moving an inch. "Simon says turn around and lock the door," his voice getting deeper. I do as he says. "Simon says turn back around and stand in front of me," he says. As I turn around, about to walk in front of Matt, my eyes meet his, his eyes grow dark and his lips form a slight grin.

"Simon says strip," he says his tone getting even deeper, a hint of lust accompanying his voice. "What?" I ask, my voice slightly trembling. "You heard me, Simon says strip," he repeats. I start off by taking off my baby tee throwing it on the ground leaving my upper body fully naked. I slip out of my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles before stepping out of them. I pick up my head to look at Matt, he stares me up and down licking his lips.

He stands up and walks closer to me, his hands move my hair to one side of my shoulder, then proceeds to leave a wet kiss on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand reaches over my body, touching my neck as he stands behind me "Left hand red." He says as slides his hand down my neck stopping at my breast. He massages my boob, pulling on my nipple making me moan.

"You like that?" He whispers in my ear. I don't answer. "Simon says answer," Matt says as his other hand slides down into my panties, pressing his finger against my clit before rubbing circles, making me moan. "Yes Matt I like that," I say as I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder. He pulls out his hand, "Simon says turn around," Matt says and as soon as I do, he smashes his lips onto mine.

Matt wraps his hand around my waist taking small steps, leading us to his bed without breaking the kiss. I brush against his clothed cock, rubbing it slightly before I feel a slap on my hand making me break the kiss, I look up. "Nuh uh," Matt says shaking his finger, "Simon didn't say," he smirks and pulls his black t-shirt over his head throwing it to the ground next to my clothes.

He removes his belt, sliding it out of the belt loops of his oversized jean shorts, making them slide down a little, revealing the band of his boxers. He looks at me before moving his gaze to my hands.

"Simon says, extend your hands." His voice was demanding, I brought out my hands, and he grabbed them and put them together before wrapping and tying them together with his belt.

Matt puts his hand on my hips pushing them back, guiding me backward. As I take steps backward, I eventually fall on his bed. He crawls on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee, making space for himself.

He yanks up my hands by the tied belt, pinning them above my head, immediately, Matt attacks my neck with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts, he kisses softly, slipping in a few bites. His hand slides up my thigh, stopping at my heat, his thumb starts to draw circles on my clit.

"Matt," I moan out. "Shhh, we don't want Nick or Chris hearing us do we?" He says looking up at me, taking his lips off of my breast. I shake my head in response and he smirks, "good girl," he says as he continues to rub circles on my clit his lips now moving back from my breast to my collarbone to my jaw before meeting my lips.

"Matt," I moan out as I try to pull my hands out of his grip. "Matt what?" He says as his hands push harder on mine, making sure I can't move. "Please, I need you," I whimper. He lets go of my hands and pulls away from my clit, making me let out a whimper from the loss of contact.

I immediately bring my hands down to my clit and start rubbing circles on my clit, pleasuring myself. As he unbuttons his jeans, he notices my hands, he grabs and pins them above my head again. "Are you gonna make me punish you?" He says his voice filthy and dark. "No," I say, shaking my head and looking at him. "Yeah, be a good girl for me," Matt says practically growling.

I move up and down my hips trying to get some relief as I watch him undo his jean shorts pulling them down, his boxers with them making his cock spring out, hitting his lower abdomen, precum glistening on his tip. Matt looks at me, "see what your little strategy to win did to me," he says raising his eyebrow.

"Please Matt, I can't take it anymore," I say as I scoot closer. Matt moves on top of me pinning my hands again, his other hand sliding my panties to the side before aligning himself with my heat. He pushes his cock in slowly before pulling it out almost completely, then pushing back in hard. "Oh- my- god- Matt-" I moan out between thrusts, his hand moving over my mouth to muffle my moans.

Matt fastens his thrusts, with each thrust going in deeper, making me moan out loud, he leans into my ear. "That's it, sweetheart, take my cock so good," Matt growls, pushing in me deeper than ever, his tip hitting my g-spot with every thrust. "Mmmm Matt you feel so good, I'm close," I moan out feeling my climax creeping up tension building in my stomach.

Matt moves his elbow next to my head, positioning himself so he's able to thrust even deeper. I arch my back as the pleasure takes over my body. His quiet moans landed in my ear, his hot breath sending me over the edge.

"Matt, I'm about to cum," I moan out. He smashes his lips onto mine in order to contain my moans as he plants a few more thrusts before I feel my walls tighten around his length, feeling the knot in my stomach releasing, my climax coming over me, I moan into the kiss. His hips continue to move as he thrusts in me a few more times before planting his cum inside me groaning, breaking the kiss.

He pulls out falling next to me, turning his head to look at me. "Who won?" He says smirking. "I did," I answer smiling, knowing this will piss him off. "Can you untie me?" I say as I shake my hands. "You didn't say Simon says," Matt answers teasing me back. "Simon says round two," I say as a devilish smirk appears on my lips.

I guess I won't be heading to Nick's room tonight.

[chrissgirl4ever]

GAMES - MATT x READER

Warning: SMUTT!!

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I'm currently at the triplet's house. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful orange hue to the living room where we all are sitting, drinking some drinks, and just talking. The music in the background isn't loud but I can hear it clearly.

"I'm bored, let's do something fun," Matt says looking down into his half-empty cup. "Well I don't have any ideas," Chris shrugs his shoulders. "I have an amazing idea," Nick yells, startling me. "Nick, you scared me, I almost spilled my drink," I say out loudly slapping his shoulder. "Please ask me what my idea is, please, please, please," Nick tries to plead to make us ask him what his idea is.

"So what is ur 'amazing' idea?" I ask looking at him with a serious face. "We're all gonna play twister," Nick says ecstatically clapping his hands together like a kid. "No Nick, we are not playing twister, we're not five," Matt says annoyed. "Oh look I'm Matt, I'm so tuff and boring, I don't like to have fun," Nick mocks Matt, making me and Chris laugh.

"Well I don't know about y'all, but I'm tipsy, there's no way I could play twister right now," Matt says tugging on the collar of his black t-shirt, his eyes from across the room to meet mine, sending butterflies to my stomach.

I've always had a little crush on Matt, but I never really did anything about it, because I didn't want to ruin the friendship between us. I mean yeah, sure I would sometimes tease him, wearing something revealing, making his eyes wander to places they shouldn't, for example, today, I was wearing short, low-waisted shorts and a small leopard print baby tee, but I knew that, me doing something with Matt would probably change the dynamics of the group as a whole, so I left it as is, hoping my crush on Matt would sooner or later die down.

"You're just scared that you'll lose, so I have a proposition, whoever loses takes a shot of vodka," Nick says proudly. "That's the dumbest thing I have heard in my life," Matt says crossing his arms. "Well, as far as I know, five-year-olds can't drink vodka, so who's the five-year-old now huh?" Nick defends his idea. "We all are a bit tipsy so the chances of you winning are fair, you're just a pussy," Nick says trying to provoke Matt. "Yeah Matt, don't be a pussy," Chris joins in. "Okay, that's it, we're playing, and I'm going to win," Matt says and smiles confidently. Nick claps his hands excitedly as he stands up and walks to the pile of board games that are stacked on a shelf above the TV.

"Found it! Y'all are going down, I hope y'all like the taste of losing, because y'all are gonna be licking the L's shortly," Nick says with a devious smile. "Okay, this one's clearly had more than enough to drink," Matt says as he facepalms.

Nick sets up the game, laying the playing pad down on the floor and placing the spinner next to the mat. "So, who wants to go first?" Nick says grinning. "I'll go," Chris answers and bends down to spin the indicator. "Right foot on red." He says out loud and steps on the playing mat. We all take our turns and the game is starting to get intense.

"Nick you are going to lose," Matt says his voice getting higher at the end of the sentence. The poses we are in are criminal. We are four, grown adults standing on this little mat, meant for children. At this point in the game, the slightest movement could make us all fall down. "Chris, you look like a deformed frog," I say as I'm laughing, almost snorting. Chris's right foot is still on red, his left foot is on blue, his right hand on blue, in front of his left leg, and his left hand is in front of his right leg. Nick is chilling in a comfortable position, meanwhile, I'm stretched out, so close to fall.

We all spin a few times. When all of a sudden Chris loses his balance and falls. "Hah, it wasn't even your turn, you're out, take a shot," Nick yells, happy that he's still in the game. "This is so annoying, 100 bucks on Nick falling next," Chris says as he takes a shot of vodka. I'm now in a compromising position, both of my hands are on red and my feet are on green and yellow, my position is leaving my ass high up in the air. Nick is now barely staying in the game.

"Nick it's your turn," Chris says out loudly, the alcohol he's had, making him unaware of the volume he's speaking in. Nick spins the spinner, "right hand green," Chris says. As Nick tried to move his hand, he lost his balance and fell. "Fuck," he yells out as he stands up. "Where my money at?" Chris says as he hands Nick a shot of vodka.

"Spin it," I say to Matt, and he does. "Left hand red," I say and Matt starts to move his left hand. Now both of his hands need to be on red and the only place in order for him not to fall is on either side of my hands. As he moves over me he brushes against my ass making me lose my balance slightly. Placing his hand next to mine, his head is now next to mine, "sorry," he says quietly, his hot breath brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

It's now my turn and if I don't think of something quickly, I'm going to lose. I look over my shoulder to see what Chris and Nick are doing, they are currently in the kitchen getting some drinks. My lips move making a small grin, this is perfect.

As I reach for the spinner, I pop up my ass, making it brush against Matt's crotch. "Right hand red, looks like I'm safe for now," I say as I turn to Matt, a smirk appearing on my lips.

After taking my turn, I move back, again brushing against his crotch, now feeling something hard. "Don't do that," Matt says in an almost moaning tone. "Do what?" I say looking at him. "Don't try to act all innocent," he says in a serious tone. "It's your turn," I say, a smile plastered on my face.

Matt takes his turn and spins the spinner, "left foot green," He says, looking at the spinner. As he tries to move, I once again pop up my ass, making him brush against it once again, the tension on his crotch getting too much for him, making him lose his balance and he falls. "Ha, I win," I say as I stand up clapping my hands together. Nick and Chris rush over to the living room.

"Did Matt lose?" Nick asks. "Yeah because she cheated," he says, anger and frustration can be heard in his voice. "What did I do, that counts as cheating?" I ask, raising one eyebrow, as a smirk creeps on my lips again, knowing he can't say anything without explaining him further. "Nothing," Matt murmurs. "What's that? I couldn't hear you," I tease him. "I said, nothing," Matt raises his voice, standing up and storming off to his room.

"I am too drunk for this," Chris says throwing up his hands as he turns around and heads to his room. "Can you help me clean this up?" I ask Nick, and he nods kneeling down.

We cleaned everything up and put the game back in its place. "You ready to head to bed?" Nick asks. "You go, I'm going to come later, I'm going to check on Matt," I say as I start walking to Matt's room. "Goodnight Nick," I say smiling. "Goodnight." He answers.

Without knocking I open the door to Matt's room. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as I look at him. He's sitting on the edge of his bed looking straight at me. "I was waiting for you to come in, want to play a game?" Matt says. "Sure, what game?" I ask unsure what game he had planned.

"Since we're playing games, let's play a game you can't cheat in," he says a smirk creeping on his lips. "Simon says, close the door," Matt says. Oh shit, we're already playing. I close the door not moving an inch. "Simon says turn around and lock the door," his voice getting deeper. I do as he says. "Simon says turn back around and stand in front of me," he says. As I turn around, about to walk in front of Matt, my eyes meet his, his eyes grow dark and his lips form a slight grin.

"Simon says strip," he says his tone getting even deeper, a hint of lust accompanying his voice. "What?" I ask, my voice slightly trembling. "You heard me, Simon says strip," he repeats. I start off by taking off my baby tee throwing it on the ground leaving my upper body fully naked. I slip out of my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles before stepping out of them. I pick up my head to look at Matt, he stares me up and down licking his lips.

He stands up and walks closer to me, his hands move my hair to one side of my shoulder, then proceeds to leave a wet kiss on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand reaches over my body, touching my neck as he stands behind me "Left hand red." He says as slides his hand down my neck stopping at my breast. He massages my boob, pulling on my nipple making me moan.

"You like that?" He whispers in my ear. I don't answer. "Simon says answer," Matt says as his other hand slides down into my panties, pressing his finger against my clit before rubbing circles, making me moan. "Yes Matt I like that," I say as I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder. He pulls out his hand, "Simon says turn around," Matt says and as soon as I do, he smashes his lips onto mine.

Matt wraps his hand around my waist taking small steps, leading us to his bed without breaking the kiss. I brush against his clothed cock, rubbing it slightly before I feel a slap on my hand making me break the kiss, I look up. "Nuh uh," Matt says shaking his finger, "Simon didn't say," he smirks and pulls his black t-shirt over his head throwing it to the ground next to my clothes.

He removes his belt, sliding it out of the belt loops of his oversized jean shorts, making them slide down a little, revealing the band of his boxers. He looks at me before moving his gaze to my hands.

"Simon says, extend your hands." His voice was demanding, I brought out my hands, and he grabbed them and put them together before wrapping and tying them together with his belt.

Matt puts his hand on my hips pushing them back, guiding me backward. As I take steps backward, I eventually fall on his bed. He crawls on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee, making space for himself.

He yanks up my hands by the tied belt, pinning them above my head, immediately, Matt attacks my neck with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts, he kisses softly, slipping in a few bites. His hand slides up my thigh, stopping at my heat, his thumb starts to draw circles on my clit.

"Matt," I moan out. "Shhh, we don't want Nick or Chris hearing us do we?" He says looking up at me, taking his lips off of my breast. I shake my head in response and he smirks, "good girl," he says as he continues to rub circles on my clit his lips now moving back from my breast to my collarbone to my jaw before meeting my lips.

"Matt," I moan out as I try to pull my hands out of his grip. "Matt what?" He says as his hands push harder on mine, making sure I can't move. "Please, I need you," I whimper. He lets go of my hands and pulls away from my clit, making me let out a whimper from the loss of contact.

I immediately bring my hands down to my clit and start rubbing circles on my clit, pleasuring myself. As he unbuttons his jeans, he notices my hands, he grabs and pins them above my head again. "Are you gonna make me punish you?" He says his voice filthy and dark. "No," I say, shaking my head and looking at him. "Yeah, be a good girl for me," Matt says practically growling.

I move up and down my hips trying to get some relief as I watch him undo his jean shorts pulling them down, his boxers with them making his cock spring out, hitting his lower abdomen, precum glistening on his tip. Matt looks at me, "see what your little strategy to win did to me," he says raising his eyebrow.

"Please Matt, I can't take it anymore," I say as I scoot closer. Matt moves on top of me pinning my hands again, his other hand sliding my panties to the side before aligning himself with my heat. He pushes his cock in slowly before pulling it out almost completely, then pushing back in hard. "Oh- my- god- Matt-" I moan out between thrusts, his hand moving over my mouth to muffle my moans.

Matt fastens his thrusts, with each thrust going in deeper, making me moan out loud, he leans into my ear. "That's it, sweetheart, take my cock so good," Matt growls, pushing in me deeper than ever, his tip hitting my g-spot with every thrust. "Mmmm Matt you feel so good, I'm close," I moan out feeling my climax creeping up tension building in my stomach.

Matt moves his elbow next to my head, positioning himself so he's able to thrust even deeper. I arch my back as the pleasure takes over my body. His quiet moans landed in my ear, his hot breath sending me over the edge.

"Matt, I'm about to cum," I moan out. He smashes his lips onto mine in order to contain my moans as he plants a few more thrusts before I feel my walls tighten around his length, feeling the knot in my stomach releasing, my climax coming over me, I moan into the kiss. His hips continue to move as he thrusts in me a few more times before planting his cum inside me groaning, breaking the kiss.

He pulls out falling next to me, turning his head to look at me. "Who won?" He says smirking. "I did," I answer smiling, knowing this will piss him off. "Can you untie me?" I say as I shake my hands. "You didn't say Simon says," Matt answers teasing me back. "Simon says round two," I say as a devilish smirk appears on my lips.

I guess I won't be heading to Nick's room tonight.

[wrennyfics]

Hi, welcome on tumblr.

I see that request are open. So. I have one :D. Can you write snape x reader fluff. She is also professor in Hogwarts. They are long time in secret relationship and another man (maybe Lockhart? :D ) trying to him. But it’s ridiculous for Severus and her so sometimes in evening after dinner, they talking and laughing about what he come up with. Thank you very much. And sorry for my English, it’s not my native language.

Thank you for the request, I'm sorry I'm getting to it so late. Uni is starting up again, so I'll be quite busy.. But fret not fellow sev lovers, all requests will be taken gotten too!!

Tropes: Fluff, established relationship, secret relationship

Warnings: none :)

requests are open :) see pinned post xx

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The classroom was quiet, the students having just been dismissed for the weekend. With your back turned to the door, you began tidying up after them, pushing in the chairs and returning borrowed textbooks.

The afternoon sun poured in from the ancient windows, filling the class with a warm, ambient light. From the back of the room, your partner, Severus, gazed up at you, waiting for you to be done.

A small smile graced your lips, one that he returned. For professional reasons, you kept your relationship private from the other students and staff; giving no clues that you were together. During the week, the two of you slept in your seperate chambers, on opposite ends of the castles. But the weekends? That was your time to finally be together, in your shared home on Spinner's End. Away from the secrecy and obligations of your professional lives.

You continued to clean as he graded, eager to finish, when a familiar voice interupted the silence.

"Ah, Proffessor Y/LN." Lockhart said, standing in the door frame. "Allow me to assist you in cleaning."

You opened your mouth to politely decline, but before you had the chance to, Lockhart invited himself in, using his wand to organize the classroom and tidy things back up the way they were.

"Oh, thank you, Professor Lockhart." You said, brushing your hands off on the sides of your dress. "You didn't have to, but I appreciate it."

Severus stood quietely at the back of the class, in the corner of your eye you noticed his arms cross.

It was no doubt to anyone in Hogwarts but Lockart, that Severus absolutely despised the man. The proud, flirtacious and conceited man was the absolute opposite of your reserved partner, and yet, Lockhart never seemed to catch on to this fact that his presence was far from welcome.

He grinned, showing off his pearly white smile and stepping a little closer until he was about a foot from you.

"Say, Y/N," He started, adjusting the turqouise and gold rimmed hat on his head to show off more of the curly, golden locs, "You seem to be fairly intelligent. I'm sure you have exquisite taste, in extra curricular activites."

Your eyes flicked briefly at Severus, who was now staring at the back of Lockharts head, with an expression that was half amused, half annoyed.

You hesitated. "Umm. Thank you? I thi-"

Lockharts hand raised dismissivly, his fingers gently grazing across your face to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "No needs for words, Professor Y/L/N. I know, how star struck you are." He says with a wink.

Oh. Yea... Starstruck...

You clear your throat, walking over to your desk to continue collecting your things.

Obnoxiously, yet not surprisingly, Lockhart follows, this time stopping in front of your desk, watching with a smug expression as you gather your things.

"Which is why, dear, I was wondering if you would love the honour, of coming to my book reading this weekend?" He starts, leaning on the desk, "There will be plenty of my admirars there, hopefully you amongst them. Who knows? Perhaps I'll even sign something for you, free of charge."

You paused, bag in hand. "Oh, um.. That's quite kind of you, Professor. I thank you for the invite, but I'm quite busy this weekend... Unfortunately."

Lockharts grin faltered, as if he wasn't used to a woman denying him the pleasure of his company.

From the back of the room, Severus let out a small scoff, causing Lockhart to turn around and notice the man he hadn't seen before. "Oh. Professor Snape." He said, clearly fighting to maintain the confident persona he had put on.

He turned back to you, forcing a smile. "Well, yes. Another time, certainly. I'll see you on Monday, Professor."

You nodded, forcing a small smile, feeling relieved as you watched him exit the class and disapear down the hall.

As soon as he was out of sight, your head rolled to Severus with an exasperated sigh. He smirked back at you, clearly amused by the whole ordeal as he approached and took the bag off your shoulders.

"A signed book of his, free of charge." He said at last, drawing out the laugh you had been holding in so long.

~

That night, you sat in the kitchen of your shared home in Spinners End, reading The Quibbler as Severus stood in front of the stove, stirring a pot of soup.

"Finding any entertaining gossip, dear?" He said, back still turned as he prepared your dinner.

You put the paper down with a scoff. "No, just the regular, boring stuff. Besides, these papers don't even have crosswords at the end. What's the point?"

You watched Severus move around the kitchen quietly, hands delicately chopping vegetables and adding them to the pot. All these years, and he still didn't use magic while cooking. You knew this about him, that he preffered to use his own hands to cook, finding solace in the quiet, mindless activity.

He brushed a sliced carrot off the cutting board and into the pot. "Perhaps you should have taken Lockart up on his offer. Surely his riveting tales would have provided you with such entertainment."

There was a playful edge to his voice, despite his monotone phrasing. It was no doubt he could get jealous, possessive even. Particularily in the beginning of your relationship. But as the years had gone on and his trust in you developed, his doubts and insecurities lessened, finding others flirtations slightly less outrageous. But with Lockhart? It was just laughable.

You snorted, moving your paper to the side as he approached with two bowls of soup, placing yours on the placemat in front of you.

The front, framing pieces of his black hair fell in front of his smirk as he sat across from you on the small table. His left hand reached for the paper, his right one bringing the spoon to his lips and blowing gently on the soup.

"Oh, no," He stated as his eyes scanned the paper, "Certainly no tales of Lockharts bravery in here."

He flipped the pages, the corner of his lips tugging up slightly higher as you scoffed, bringing your own spoon to your lips and taking a sip.

"However will I fill my weekend with enjoyment now?" You sighed.

Severus smirked, taking another sip of the soup and putting the paper down. "I don't know. Now that you no longer have the honour of his company."

That was all it took for you to break out in a laugh, leaning back in your chair and playfully kicking Severus under the table.

"Sev," You laughed, "Did you see the look on his face when I declined?"

Severus smirked, laughing silently to himself as he brought the spoon to his lips once more. "I'll be keeping that memory close in mind the next time I'm lucky enough to have the honour of gracing his presence."

You laughed harder, always amused by your partners never ending sarcastic remarks. It was one of the things you were first attracted to him for, all those years ago. How he could always one up you in conversation, his wit never ending.

"How often do you think he hears the word, no?" You said.

Severus scoffed, sipping the soup again and swallowing before replying curtly: "Not nearly enough."

You giggled to yourself quietly, relishing in the view of his smile across from you. "Perhaps I can help with that." You said finally, stirring your soup.

He smirked as his dark eyes met yours, and for a moment the only sound was the clinging of your spoons against the bowls as you ate, stomachs full of home made soup and amusement.

When Severus had noticed you were finished, he stood up, holding out his hand to collect your bowl. You handed it to him, thanking him and smiling as you felt him lean down and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"I must say," He murmered against your hair. "I think your company is a much greater honour."

You smiled as he withdrew his lips. "The honour is yours all weekend, my love."

He placed the bowls in the sink and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.

Sighing, the stress and obligations of the previous school week began to melt away. You were here, in your shared home. The peace washed over you as you tilted your head back against him, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Thank Merlin for that." He murmered at last.

~

la fin, xx

[linkspooky]

Spinner ending kind of confirmed for me that even if Horikoshi does bring back Shigaraki/Tenko, it won't be so he can heal the League, and they can reform together. I get the sense that we are even supposed to feel like all of the villains *deserved* their fates, that it isn't something they deserve saving *from*. It's like he couldn't decide between having them be evil + getting punished for it and having them be sympathetic to an extend + humanising them. I'm seriously trying my hardest to wrap my head around this, it feels so cruel??

I already talked about it in this post, but Obito's death is a much better example of how to "save the villain's heart" then what MHA is trying to sell us.

It's this excessive focus on whether or not the league's crimes are forgivable that's really the problem, because it comes down to the implication that once the league has crossed a certain line into unforgivable territory they're "no longer human" and therefore not deserving of human empathy for what they've suffered.

The main characters constantly use that line "I can't forgive them" so they don't have to think about the league as human beings who have suffered greatly.

What does it matter if they're forgivable or not? My Hero Academia is not a work that analyzes moral philosophy. I'm not reading Crime and Punishment here.

The theme they brought up is "Are heroes obligated to save the villains too, even if those villains have done unforgivable things."

I've stated this before but whether their crimes are forgivable or not is irrelevant to that question, because it's about the heroes obligation to save everyone not pick and choose who to save. They are government servants who are supposed to use their quirk to stop villains and save lives, but at the start of the story heroes only focus on the brutally beating down villains part of the job. The central theme of the manga is that the greatest hero wins by saving, and saves by winning, therefore Deku must save even his enemies.

The worst part is that despite bringing up the topic of forgiveness, MHA basically has nothing to say about the issue of what should be forgiven, what shouldn't, and how justice should be applied in this situation. It is wildly inconsistent because the villains are all held to task, whereas characters like hawks are never held accountable, and Enji while put in a wheelchair suffers way less consequences than his son and victim Toya.

Since MHA has like nothing intelligent to say about accountability, redemption and what merits justice and what merits forgiveness it might as well have just swept everything the villains did under the rug and thrown them in prison because we would have gotten the same result regardless. The story never addresses anything it brings up or applies consequences to the heroes so why do villains need consequences too?

I'm reading another comic right now Gunnerkrigg court, which actually discusses these themes of morality, and whether victims should be saved even if they've harmed others in the past.

Zimmy is a character being used as a human battery for the court's (a shadowy organizations) plan to create a new world without the Ether, which is a chaotic force that warps reality. Omega is a character who is for this plan, because she is 1) a semi-omniscient being who sacrificed her own bodily autonomy in order to help the court by giving them predictions of the future that furthered it's plans.

(Therefore, she does have the understandable perspective of, Well I sacrificed myself for the greater good so why can't Zimmy?)

and 2) Zimmy is kind of a jerk, who has an incredibly dangerous ability that puts everyone around her in harm's way. Therefore if you're going to sacrifice someone for the greater good she makes sense.

Zimmy isn't a perfect victim. She constantly gaslights her girlfriend by telling her that everyone hates her except for her so she'll never leave. (A girlfriend who is rather selflessly devoted to I might add). She is like, a walking bomb ready to go off at any moment.

At the same time the story never minimizes Zimmy's suffering with the idea that she "deserves it" for being a bad victim. The main character is consistently advocating for her, which also SHOWS the main character's empathy rather than MHA's habit of continually INISTING upon Deku's empathy without ever showing it.

I don't think the author expects us to side with Omega, but it does entertain her argument so it's a two sided discussion. To cap this off I hope this demonstrates the difference between what I think is a thoughtful depiction of a bad victim and to what extent the main characters are responsible for saving them, and a completely thoughtless one and why one is more entertaining to read than the other.

[talonabraxas]

“Moirai” The Destiny Goddesses Talon Abraxas

Moirai: The Symbolism of Balance in a Mythological Triad

Origins of the Moirai The three Fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos share tasks between them to keep the peace and stability of the universe in Greek mythology.

Clotho

Clotho, depicted as the youngest of the triad, was responsible for weaving the thread of life. Hesiod describes her as the youngest of the triad. The goddess’ epithet was the Spinner and has been used to describe her for centuries. The epithet might have been used by Ancient Greeks themselves as a way to describe her role in controlling the threads of life or might have been introduced later by poets and scholars who sought to further clarify her role in mythology. Some works of art and literature depict Clotho using a spindle to weave the indestructible thread that determined the life and destiny of mankind.

In Pindar’s “Pythian Ode 9”, Clotho is a “child of night” who “spins the thread of life”, therefore highlighting her connection to the larger forces of the universe. Clotho was an agent of cosmic order; with her task of weaving the thread being essential to keeping the balance of the universe.

Clotho is not only known for her powers as one of The Fates, but also as a wise and just being. In the Orphic Hymns, she is described as “you who knows all things and arranges all things in order” (l. 38). She was also associated with the concept of time as the thread they spun represented the duration of a life. The thread of life that Clotho spun represented the concept of time in Greek mythology. The length of the thread represented the length of a person’s life, which was predetermined by the Moirai. In this way, Clotho’s role as the spinner of the thread of life was intricately tied to the concept of time and the duration of an individual’s life (Graves, 1992).

Her actions are tied to her two other sisters in the triad, as after spinning the thread, it was then handed to Lachesis and then Atropos.

Lachesis

Relief figure of moira Lachesis, Puteal de la Moncloa (M.A.N. Madrid), Luis García (Zaqarbal), May 2006, Wikimedia Commons

Lachesis was responsible for the second step in the process of weaving and threading a life. Hesiod describes Lachesis as being in the middle of the triad and as middle-aged. She was responsible for measuring the length of the thread of life, defining the quotas of happiness and misfortune. Her epithet was the Apportioner, which by the Free Dictionary, means to distribute or allocate proportionally; divide or assign. This is not to be confused with a portion, which means any part of any whole; segment, or section.

While Hesiod does not explicitly state Lachesis’ role as the apportioner, he does mention that the Fates “give to men at birth evil and good to have” (l. 904), therefore implying that they have some role in distributing fate.

Furthermore, some scholars have interpreted the term “Lachesis” itself as indicating an apportioning of some sort. The word “Lachesis” comes from the Greek verb “lachan” which means “to obtain by lot,” therefore leading some to speculate that Lachesis was responsible for assigning fates to individuals by drawing lots.

Lachesis is also depicted as a just and wise figure by Plato, who describes her as “one who orders the destiny of all things in their due measure” (Pl., Rep., Book x, 617a).

Atropos

Bas relief of Atropos cutting the thread of life, Tom Oates, Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0, Wikimedia Commons

Atropos was the last member of the triad and was responsible for cutting the thread of life. In Hesiod’s Theogony, the goddess was depicted as the oldest and most feared and was described as “the one who, with other abandoned shears, ends the thread of life”(Hes., Theog., ll.907-908).

Atropos was often associated with death and endings and therefore had been mentioned with other gods relating to death like Thanatos and Hades in Homer’s Iliad (Homer, Book xvi, ll. 849-850), and also with the goddesses Nemesis and Eris(Talbert,2004, pg. 63-64), simply for the reason that they are all associated with death and/or finality. In Homer’s “Hymn to Aphrodite“, she is described as “she who puts an end to all things and is the most hateful to mortals” (Homer, ll. 56-57). which tells us that she carries out her duties with finality. According to some versions of the myth, Atropos is said to be the one that determines when one dies, while in others, she would only carry out the tasks assigned to her by her sisters. She is also the only one out of the triad who had an actual tool – her shears- unlike the other sisters whose tools were conjured from their epithets.

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

Cannot BELIEVE I finally found your tumblr, I have binged your Lucissa fics over and OVER AND OVER it is insane I love them so much! I just wanted to thank you for making my day insanely better all the time :D

(I also hope you’ll continue BCOTC?)

Have a lovely day xx

It's so wonderful to hear when people really care about my stories as much as I do!! I'm glad you found me here! Yes I definitely mean to complete Be Careful of the Curse, I think part of the stalling (although all of my fics are currently stalled l o l) is that now we're actually in the part of canon with pretty hefty Malfoy plots and I just want to make sure to weave my new ideas into that in a way that's expansive and not repetitive and that also hopefully won't contradict any canon! I haven't fully reread the books in years and years which I also think is part of it, but I have written quite a bit of the chapter that will mesh in with Spinner's End. I'm also trying to get Draco's perspective in more now because the absolute torture he goes through in HBP is so compelling to me, I don't want to skim over that or how it makes his mother feel to see it happen

[todaysdocument]

Letter from the President of Roosevelt Worsted Mills to Representative George S. Graham against the Child Labor Amendment

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: Bill Files of the Committee on the JudiciaryFile Unit: Papers Accompanying Specific Bills and Resolutions of the Committee on the Judiciary from the 68th Congress

[[Letterhead]]

ROOSEVELT WORSTED MILLS

WORSTED YARN SPINNERS

WEAVING YARNS     2016 NAUDAIN STREET     KNITTING YARNS

PHILADELPHIA, [[end of letterhead]] April 8, 1924

[[handwritten in blue]] H Res 184

Hon. George S. Graham,

House of Representatives,

Washington, D.C.

Dear Sir:

We wish to express to you our heartiest congratulation and deep appreciation of your courage and statesmanship as revealed in your report in opposition to the proposed Child Labor Amendment to the Constitution.

We hope that this report will be accorded wide publicity and that it will help to stop the vicious tendency, lately developed, in trying to cure every evil by a proposed amendment to the Constitution of the United States.

Yours very truly,

ROOSEVELT WORSTED MILLS.

[[signed]] Fritz Quittner.

President

FQ/L

[cowboybrunch]

OC questionnaire tag

double tagged, thank you! <3

go meet their characters!!

@fortunatetragedy (royston. ROYSTON. and babysitter gott!)

@jev-urisk (i adore the box of forced truthfulness. is kazimier a softie? i wanna hug him. i dont think he'd let me)

My questions:

If you were offered the position of mayor of your city, would you take it?

What board game do you like the most?

If you were about to be executed what five foods would you have as your last meal?

So you're one of those people?

Is this really where you wanted to end up?

Why can't you just.. stop?

Your questions:

What's your retirement plan?

Do you have a favorite memory?

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three objects would you take with you?

Marcella and Theodore will be answering, and Rosalie will be popping in to keep them honest

If you were offered the position of mayor of your city, would you take it? Theodore: I'm already a ceremonial figurehead. No, thank you. Marcella: The mayor has no real power. Give me a position of real influence and I'll consider it.

What board game do you like the most? Marcella and Theodore *in unison*: Risk. Rosalie: Chutes and Ladders. Marcella: Snakes and Ladders, and we're not allowed to play anymore. Theodore: Yeah, because you're a sore loser. Marcella: You cheated! You rigged the spinner— Rosalie: Let's move on, please.

If you were about to be executed what five foods would you have as your last meal? Marcella: If I was about to be executed, I wouldn't be thinking about food. Do they have me imprisoned? What restraints are they using? What kind of guards? Do they have a set rotation, and have I been here long enough to track it? Rosalie: It'll be faster if I answer for her. Marcella: Do not answer for me. Rosalie: Fine. *whispers* Pizza with olives and sausage, sweet potato fries, an extra sweet iced tea— Marcella: Next question. Theodore: But I didn't get to— Marcella: Next question.

So you're one of those people? Rosalie: Oh boy. Theodore: Why would you say that? Why would you think that? Are you threatening us? Is this a threat? Marcella: You've activated his shame response. Best to move on.

Is this really where you wanted to end up? Marcella: I did what needed to be done. I'm not going to apologize for it, if that's what you're looking for. Rosalie: That wasn't the question. Marcella: I'd go back and change it if I could, but I can't, so this conversation is pointless. If you're looking for someone to wax poetic about their regrets, ask Theodore. Theodore: No. Rosalie: No? Theodore: Of course it isn't where I wanted to end up. What more do you want me to say?

Why can't you just... stop? Theodore: I've tried. God, I've tried. Marcella: If I don't do it, nobody else will. Rosalie: Maybe we should take a break.

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[haleigh-sloth]

Do you think if Shigaraki does come back, do you think Hori will be able to retcon the stuff with Deku and Shigaraki? Like Deku never truly understood him and spent the whole story focusing solely on the crying child inside of him rather than saving adult Shigaraki.

Also, there's the conversation between Deku and All Might in the last chapter about Shigaraki, where All Might already told Deku that he is the greatest hero and that he saved Shigaraki even if he didn't save him physically.

So, if Shigaraki does come back, I am not sure how All Might and Deku are going to approach it. Or I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm not sure what Horikoshi will be able to do with the dynamic between Deku/Shigaraki and Shigaraki/All Might. I am just not sure how he will end their storyline anymore.

I do feel like there are signs that Shigaraki is coming back, but I also feel very unsure too.

See....this is where I feel like Hori shot himself in the foot in a few spots.

Deku failed to save his life, and to be honest I don't think we actually know why. Because from what I understand, the second AFO took the body back over, that body was done for. In retrospect, that body may have been done for a long time ago given what we know now.

The conversation they had before he died ("died") is still questionable because we already saw snippets of it afterward that weren't a part of the first time we saw it. So did we actually see all of it? Idk. Deku says he died because he "wouldn't stop being a leader to the LOV" but that...isn't why he died. He died because his body got punched into a million pieces. And his body got punched into a million pieces because AFO was the one in charge of the body. Nothing here really ties together in a sensible way imo.

I also have hang ups on the whole "Deku didn't understand him" piece. While I agree Tomura didn't want to let go of wanting to be a hero the LOV, I don't think it makes sense to let that be the pinnacle of failure on Deku's part. I also don't think Tomura wanting to be their hero was framed negatively, so it still doesn't make sense for that to be what his downfall was and use that to make the protag fail at his challenge. Also, if the way Toga and Touya were handled had gone differently and say, actually leaned into the whole "Tomura saved us" idea, I'd say maybe it could work.

But what we have right now is something where Tomura wanted to be their hero, and he was in a way, but they still needed heroes who would actually save them. Not just save them by accepting them, but save them by pushing them to change and pulling them out of the ruts they were in. And as far as Toga and Touya are concerned, that's what the story went with. It's already happened. They needed someone to save them in every way, which is what Ochacko and the Todorokis did (still a work in progress I'm sure tho). So yeah I get that Deku didn't quite meet him where he was at on that front, I think, but it doesn't make sense to have that be the failing point if that sentiment isn't being shown to be the answer for the other side of things yk? It'd be weird to let Tomura die on an unfulfilled wish? Or like a half-met wish? This is backed up even further by Tomura ending his story with "Tell Spinner Tomura Shigaraki fought to destroy until the very end". Like....the entire point of saving him was to help him realize that he didn't need to destroy everything. That he didn't WANT to destroy everything. AND! Destroying everything isn't what his friends wanted either. For me, it's very unfinished on the Deku/Tenko front. Do I think everything about Deku can be salvaged unless Hori pulls a "Tenko is revealed to be alive and Deku knew he was alive all along but had to play it off like he killed him"? Nope. Unless he does that, well, there's a lot about Izuku that's just kind of...washed away. And I'll take the L on that. Sucks. Idk how he'd come back from that for Izuku's sake tbh. But we'll see. I am still remaining on the hopeful side for everything. I'm not writing everything off yet. I am expecting to have criticisms and complaints by the end, but if a few basic expectations are met then I'll be happy enough and call it a win.

As far as All Might goes....I'm sorry but All Might never once showed any kind of....anything toward Tomura. I know people want to act like he has the same thinking as Izuku but I've never once seen All Might give a shit about Tenko. Sorry. I really have nothing to offer on that front. As far as I'm concerned, he's been written to be more like Gran Torino, just less callous about it.

I have little to no expectations on the Tenko/All Might front. I'm really just putting my eggs in the Deku/Tenko front. I'm at a point where I don't even care if it's done badly....as long as the ending is happy for everyone idgaf anymore. Damn.

[varibean]

Ok time to expand on my teen creek headcanons, specifically clothing wise

Tweek wears skirts and dresses a lot of the time. His parents tell him he has to be presentable because he’s ‘representing the brand’, so he can’t wear sweats, but his hands always shake too much for buttons and clasps and he gets his fingers pinched in zippers

So he starts wearing skirts, the kind that just have the elastic waist band. And summer dresses that you can just kind of slip on.

His only goals with fashion are 1. Please his parents. 2. Don’t get bullied. His mom and dad approve of his clothes bc “having a gnc gay son is good for business!” And the girls (unfortunately) baby him a lot and think he’s cute so they make sure nobody picks on him (he hates the babying and objectifying of himself and his identity but to get a W he’s gotta take the L)

He layers his clothes a LOT. He gets cold because he’s very thin, due to the ‘coffee’ he’s constantly drinking. Like, someone should probably worry levels of thin (multiple ppl are worried. Mainly Craig and those guys but also Kenny and Kyle, surprisingly)

So he wears a lot of layers. Tights, a skirt, and a skirt wrap on top of that. An undershirt, a t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a sweater, usually one of Craig’s hoodies too.

And he’s got lots of accessories too. Stim necklaces and fidget spinners on chains. Bracelets to fidget with, rings and nail polish to keep him from biting his fingers and nails. And a headband to keep him from pulling his hair. He’s kind of a mess, but it works for him.

Then there’s Craig who just wears sweat pants and a shirt and hoodie. And his hat. That’s about it, he doesn’t like the textures of a lot of cloths so he keeps it simple (it’s the ‘tism.)

He’s big and kinda fat, so he tries to hide it with bigger clothes but it doesn’t even matter because at the end of the day, 9 out of 10 times Tweek just ends up in his hoodie instead. Which, he of course swims in but it’s fine. Craig has tried getting him his own hoodies but nothing is better than a big warm chubby bf hoodie

[sxvxrxssnape]

Snapetober Day 2: Cemetery

flowers wilted in the palm of your hand

general. pre-hp series. first wizarding war compliant. eileen snape & severus snape. 1.8k word count. implied suicidal ideation there's a macabre sort of comfort to meeting someone at a cemetery. the main reason, being, they can't leave you a second time.

He’s not entirely sure how he got here. 

The wrought iron fence that surrounds the small town cemetery is rusted in places and the front gate is missing a hinge, creaking slightly as it sways with the wind, as if beckoning visitors with each gentle swing. The sight before him is almost picturesque - the rows of crumbling headstones covered with soft moss; the overgrown weeping willows; the wilting flower arrangements; the blooming perennials that break up the silent landscape, resilient in their growth. 

It all speaks of loneliness. 

There’s a strange sensation in his head, like his skull has been stuffed with cotton, and it makes thinking rather difficult. There’s stone beneath his feet and he blinks slowly at it, wondering when it changed from the grass that made up the castle grounds and into sidewalk, and how. Apparating makes the most sense, but you can’t apparate within Hogwarts. 

He’s not even sure he’s allowed to leave Hogwarts. 

There’s a chill in the November air, the early morning sunlight not quite strong enough to provide any warmth - or maybe that’s just him; maybe he’s just devoid of warmth now - that causes Severus to tighten his traveling cloak over his shoulders as he slips through the broken gate.

It’s been many years since he was last here, but he follows the overgrown path easily enough, paying little mind to the faded names he passes. There’s a distinct tinge to the air, an unpleasant sort of oiliness that permeates all of Spinner’s End. It mingles with the earthiness of damp soil and the floral sweetness coming off the planted geraniums. 

The smell is familiar, but Severus isn’t sure if he means that in a good way or not. 

There’s no one else around yet, but that’s a good thing. He isn’t very good company to keep these days - never has been - but the quiet brokenness inside him is desperate enough to finally reach out, to come to a place he isn’t even sure he’s welcome at. But, there’s a macabre sort of comfort to meeting someone at a cemetery. The main reason, being, that they can’t leave you a second time. 

“It’s been a while.”

His voice sounds hoarse, when he finally finds who he’s searching for. He pulls his lips back into a semblance of a smile, but it feels wrong. He feels wrong. Like he’s wearing someone else’s skin and going through the motions of being alive. 

“I need help.” Severus admits in a tiny whisper.

Unsurprisingly, the headstone at his feet remains silent.

It looks rather good, despite the time and the obvious lack of maintenance to the grounds. The edges of the stone are smooth, eroded down slightly from falling rain, and the letters carefully carved in front are legible. There’s a bit of moss clinging to a crack along the side that wasn’t there before, but it’s mostly hidden behind the tall grass and wild thyme. 

Eileen Snape. 

He sticks his hands into the pockets of his muggle coat and frowns, teeth worrying over chapped lips as he wonders how to explain. It’s been five - six? - years, since he was last here and perhaps he should feel guilty for that, but the truth is, he hates her.

He hates Eileen like he now hates Lily. 

There’s something sharp lodged in his throat he can’t swallow down and it tears at him from the inside, makes it hard to breathe as he glares at the slightly wonky lettering until it blurs and he can’t make out the E from the L. He blinks and ignores the water droplet that falls down his face, refuses to even acknowledge it. 

“I’m only here because there’s no one else.”

Part of him wonders if he makes her mad enough, if she’ll appear behind him just to tell him off. He isn’t sure that’s what he wants, but he can’t seem to stop the venom that seeps into his tone as he mutters to the dust filled box buried underneath his feet, “I’m a professor now, you know. Not that it’s of any interest to you. If you cared about my future, you wouldn’t be here.”

There’s a noticeable lack of flowers around her grave and he can’t help the bitter satisfaction that flashes through him at the realization. He doesn’t care if it makes him a monster. She doesn’t deserve flowers. 

“This isn’t a social call.” Severus kicks a stray pebble with the toe of his boot. “Do you remember Lily?” the name gets caught in his throat and the edges of the word feel like razorblades. “She’s dead too. But you probably already knew that.”

He doesn’t know if he believes that. 

He’s never really considered the afterlife, has never really cared to theorize. He hopes there’s nothing. He wants - needs - it to be nothing. The thought of his miserable existence continuing in some other form fills him with nothing short of abject horror. 

Minutes pass. 

“I have nowhere else to go.” 

The silence he’s met with is comforting; consistent and - if he lets himself lose his inhibitions enough - empathetic. The silhouette of the mill is visible just over the tree line, but other than that, it’s almost as if the cemetery exists in a liminal space far outside of Cokeworth. For now, no one knows where he is. For now, he doesn’t have to pretend to be anybody else. For now, he doesn’t have to exist.

“I didn’t lie, when I said I was a professor.” Severus began, finally sitting down. The grass is softer than he expected, and only slightly damp. “I haven’t exactly taught a class yet, but I will soon. I don’t think I’m cut out for it.” He digs his fingers into the ground. “Dumbledore said I could ask Slughorn for help with lesson plans, but I don’t believe that’s a good idea. It’s positively foolish, if you ask me. Everything that’s happening and he wants me to ask about lesson plans?”

There’s a small pile of grass he’s uprooted in his hand. He closes his fist around it gently and lets his magic dance between his fingertips; wordless, wandless. 

“Lily really is dead too.” Severus’ voice is even smaller. “She died a few weeks ago. Two weeks ago, really.” He shudders a breath. “I left out the part where I killed her.” 

There’s a breeze blowing in his direction now and it ruffles his hair the slightest bit.

He tries not to lean into it. 

“I’m trying to make up for what I did.” 

Minutes pass again.

“I just don’t think it’s enough.”

He opens his hand up and stares at the newly formed blossom. Transfiguration was never his best subject, not the way potions and defense and arithmancy was, but he’s fairly sure the flower isn’t supposed to be already dead. The petals are wilted, stained with an awful shade of goldenrod; withered and falling apart. 

“Dumbledore took pity on me. I must have looked exceptionally pathetic.” He crushes the poor flower between his fingers, scowling at the honey sweet fragrance that spills into the air from the exposed nectar. “I don’t know how I ended up here. I should be dead. He should have killed me the second he saw me. I. . . made some really stupid decisions. I’d show you, but I don’t think you’d understand.”

He lets the damaged petals fall to the ground and brings his right hand to his left sleeve, tracing a curved line against his covered forearm. This is after her time. There’s no point subjecting his temporary haven to something no one here will comprehend. 

“There’s no one to blame here but me.” Severus continues. “I knew what I was doing. There’s no unfortunate sob story, no tricky spellcasting or manipulation. I did what I did and I became what I became with no remorse. I wanted to see the world burn.”

The breeze returns and Severus shakes his head when it messes up his hair again.

“I don’t think I can be forgiven.”

“Better yet.” he takes a shaky breath, embarrassment coloring his cheeks at how soft his voice is, how shattered. “I don’t think I deserve to be.”

He smiles grimly and he wonders if his eyes are as empty as he feels. “Part of me thinks I should die for this, but another part believes I have to suffer.” There’s an awful, broken sound that disrupts the early morning peace and it takes him a second to realize it’s coming from his own chest. Severus isn’t sure whether it was a laugh or a sob, isn’t sure he cares enough to figure it out. “I really don’t have anywhere else to go. The others. . . they’re far worse than me only because they still believe in what they’re doing; have always believed in it. They’ll kill me if they find out I’ve turned traitor and Dumbledore tells me I’m more useless dead. I think it’s the only reason he let me live."

“I don’t know how teaching is going to go.” Severus picks up the withered petals one by one. “I don’t think anyone knows what I am. I think Professor McGonagall does, if the way she looks at me is any indication. I don’t know how much longer that will last. I’m playing the part of a double agent at twenty-one because I have nowhere else to go.

No one else to trust. 

“You don’t really get a say in the matter.” He laughs wetly and stares at the contents of his palm. “You’re my mother.” he finally acknowledges, adding fresh blades of grass to his decrepit pile. “This is, quite literally, your job.”

Eileen remains silent, as expected, but the lack of breeze makes something in his stomach twist. Perhaps he had deluded himself for a minute there. 

Foolish.

The only thing he could trust was himself and his sincerity. 

“I don’t really know why I’m here.” 

Tendrils of magic shimmer down his fingers again and he stares at them in concentration. This time, when he opens his hand, there’s a fresh cut flower waiting for him. It’s a pink carnation, of all things, and he stares at it in wonder. He sets it down gently against the headstone and watches as the tips of the petal fade into a satiny white. 

Unconditionally. 

He refuses to indulge the delusion. 

“I think I just wanted someone to listen.” Severus stands up, brushing the extra grass clippings off his lap and adjusting his cloak. He’s dressed fairly normally today, in trousers and a buttoned up brown jacket, but the cloak is a small comfort he can’t deny himself. “I think I had also planned to. . . stay.”

He puts his hands back in his pockets, a mirror image to how he looked when he first arrived.

“I still don’t think what I’m doing is enough, but maybe. . . maybe it’ll change something. Save someone else. Maybe none of this is really worth it. But I don’t think it’s about me anymore.” He looks away, back towards the gate. “I don’t think I’ll come back.” 

A gentle breeze touches his cheek.

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a/n: okay i actually really love this one 🥺

pink carnations represent a mother's love and white carnations in particular, represent an unconditional love. whether or not eileen was actually there or the flower was just a manifestation of what severus desired is open to interpretation

[the-chipped-cup-awards]

Full List of 2023 Chipped Cup Award Winners

And so we reach the end of the first annual Chipped Cup Awards for 2023. Thank you to all of the creators in the Rumbelle fandom, not just those who were nominees and winners of this year’s awards.  Without you, Rumbelle would not exist, and every single one of you, creators, nominees and of course our winners deserve recognition, and many congratulations. 

Newbie Spotlight

Shout out to the following Rumbellers who are among our new creators this year

@serenalyon @chick-with-wifi @somethingcleverbutinswedish @boopsterliv @kaylahastoomanyships @tickletorso @personinthepalace @poorobscureplainandlittle

Fic/Art Shoutouts

The following are some of the works recommended by members of our Rumbelle community.

Neverland, by @emospritelet

Always One More Time, by @bad-faery

Need A Lift, by Bar_Purple

Alone In My Tower, by Crysania

For a Good Cause, by @rowofstars

On the Shores of Loch Katrine, by @phoenixtalon​

Forbidden Loves and Stormy Nights (multiple authors)

The Rose, by Kayla L https://youtu.be/3jxBT2ctWUo

The Sounding Sea, by @mareyshelley

There But By the Grace of God, by Shepherd23

Sinners and Spinners, by marchionessofblackadder

Stolen, by @thestraggletag

In the Blood, by Megara Bee

Me and Mine, by wandering_gypsy_feet

Finally, under the cut, please find the full list of this year’s Chipped Cup Award winners.

Fluff: Family - To Drive the Dark Away by  @bibliosauruswrecks​

Fluff: Comfort - The Dark One Doesn’t Get Sick, by @shadowedoracle​

Fluff: Reunion - The Other Fork in the Path, by @jackabelle73

Smut: Kink/BDSM - So You Want to Build a Sex Room, by @peacehopeandrats

Smut: Romance - Come Together, by thatravenclawbitch

Smut: Best First Time - Red Lights by,  @rufeepeach

Smut: PWP - Rack ‘Em Up, by @eirian-houpe

Angst: Death -  In the Shadow of Others, by @peacehopeandrats

Angst: Hurts So Good -  Beyond the Door, by @jackabelle73

Angst: Misunderstanding - Our Way to Fall, by @nerdrumple

Romance: Best Date (Overall) - The Worst Date, by @jackabelle73

Romance: Best Courtship - One Thing Forever True, by @deliriumsdelight7

Romance: Best First Meeting - Click, by @jackabelle73

General: Best One-Shot - The Gold Fleece, by @eirian-houpe​

General: Best Series - Precious Moments, by @jackabelle73​

General: Best Novel Length - Witness Protection, by @eirian-houpe​

General: Best Short Fic - Rain, Ruin, Roses, by @kelyon

General: Best Holiday-Centric - Comfort and Joy, by @emospritelet

General: Best Remix -Those We Left Behind, by @peacehopeandrats

General: Best Crossover - The City that Never Sleeps, by @peacehopeandrats

General: Best Dark Castle - An Unconventional Gift, by @shadowedoracle

General: Best Storybrooke - Beauty and the Beast, by @peacehopeandrats​

General: Best “Missing Years”- An Unexplored Realm, by @jackabelle73

Special: Best Golden Lace - Hot Cocoa and Stolen Kisses, by @kelyon

Special: Best Woven Lace - One Word, Many Meanings, by @peacehopeandrats

Special: Best Woven Beauty - Prima, by @eirian-houpe

Special: Best Afterlife Fic - Morning, by @peacehopeandrats

Special: Best Drama - The Monster in the Storm, by @peacehopeandrats

Special: Best Supernatural/Sci-fi/Horror - Live Wire, by @kelyon

Special: Best Comedy -  The Rare Book Crisis, by @tickletorso

Special: Best AU - Original - Rain, Ruin, Roses, by @kelyon

Special: Best AU - Based On Other Media - A Full Imagination, by @peacehopeandrats

Special: Best Creature - In the Moonlight Deep, by @jackabelle73

Special: Best Unexpected Twist - Inheritance, by @eirian-houpe​

Special:Best Trope - Love and Happiness, by @jackabelle73

Events: Best Secret Santa - The Best of the Season, by @lotus0kid

Character: Best Belle - Love and Happiness, by @jackabelle73​

Character: Best Dark One!Belle - Dark Mistress, by @kelyon

Character - Best Lacey - Hot Cocoa and Stolen Kisses, by @kelyon

Character: Best Spinner!Rumple - Dark Mistress, by @kelyon​

Character: Best Dark One Rumple - Inheritance, by @eirian-houpe

Character: Best Mr. Gold - Received, by @peacehopeandrats​

Character: Best Detective Weaver - Doppelgänger, by @celticheartedfangirl

Character: Best Baelfire/Neal - Welcome to Storybrooke, by @peacehopeandrats

Character: Best Gideon - The Visitor, by @jackabelle73

Character: Best (Worst) Villain - One Thing Forever True, by @deliriumsdelight7

Art: Best Graphic Art - If Alternate Universes Exist, by @jackabelle73

Art: Best AU in Art - Rumbelle EF AU, by @serenalyon

Art: Best Fluff Art - Rumbelle x Cockblock Brigade, by @serenalyon

Art: Best Angsty Art - You Can Hate Me If That Helps, by @serenalyon​

Art: Best Video- Dance Me to the End of Love, by @jackabelle73​

Superlative: Best New Artist - @serenalyon

Superlative: Best Author - @eirian-houpe

Superlative: Best New Author - @serenalyon

Superlative Best Rumbelle Fic - In All Things, by @rowofstars

Superlative: Best Anyelle Fic - Manifesto, by @emospritelet

Rumbelle Lifetime Achievement Award is @deliriumsdelight7

[flfverse]

Character Orientations & Relationships

all the orientations of the various characters! some are yet to be determined (taking suggestions!). all the relationships are endgame, meaning that characters might be in other ships depending upon where in the timeline you are, but this is where they will end up.

LOV & Co

shigaraki: subbish switch, contracted with spinner, uncollared

compress: dom, no contract, relationships unknown

kurogiri: sub, no contract and uncollared, no relationships

toga: sub, no contract and uncollared, several casual relationships

twice: switch (transoriented, biologically dom), no contract and uncollared, relationships unknown

dabi: dom, contracted with hawks

hawks: sub, contracted with dabi, collared

Class A

deku: sub, bonded to bakugo, collared [bonus: OFA vestiges have a lot of dom energy]

bakugo: dom, bonded to deku

todoroki: dommish switch, contracted with shinsou romantically and tokoyami/aoyama platonically, uncollared

shinsou: dom, contracted with todoroki romantically and tokoyami/aoyama platonically

sero: dom, no contract, dating kirishima

momo: dom, contracted with jirou

jirou: sub, contracted with momo, collared

kirishima: dom, no contract, dating sero

kaminari: sub, no contract, casual relationships, collared

tsu: nonoriented (trans, biologically dom), no contract, dating uraraka

tokoyami: fluid (trans, biologically sub), contracted with aoyama romantically and todoroki/shinsou platonically [bonus: dark shadow: dom]

uraraka: switch, no contract, dating tsu

aoyama: sub, contracted with tokoyami romantically and todoroki/shinsou platonically

iida: dom, contract & relationships unknown

mina: dom, contract & relationships unknown

mineta: dom, contract & relationships unknown

ojirou: ???

shouji: ???

hagakure: ???

koda: ???

sato: ???

Miscellaneous

aizawa: switch, bonded to hizashi, collared

hizashi: switch, bonded to aizawa, collared

midnight: dom, no contract, casual relationships

miruko: dom, contracted with ryukuu

endeavor: dom, broken contract with rei (L), no relationships

Original Characters

nanami: dom, contracted with emiko

emiko: sub, contracted with nanami, collared

daichi: switch, contract & relationships unknown

takashi: sub, contract & relationships unknown

kanna: dom, contract & relationships unknown

aika: dom, bonded to kagami

kagami: switch, bonded to aika, collared

**i use “casual relationships” here as a catchall for anything the characters don’t consider dating or a contract. for some that might just be strings of one night stands, for others it might be a few regular partners, etc etc.

[damelucyjo]

i was tagged by @modern-day-classic Thank you, lovely 💛

rules: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters. (I used my 'every day' playlist)

D- Dreams - Fleetwood Mac A- At Last - Etta James M- Me and Mrs. Jones - Billy Paul E- Every Ending (Is A New Beginning) - Wynonna L- Like Real People Do - Hozier U- Under The Boardwalk - Bette Midler C- Could It Be I'm Falling in Love - The Spinners Y- You Were Made For Me - Mazz Murray J- Jackson - Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash O- Ooh Baby Baby - Linda Ronstadt

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But if you see this and want to do it too, then feel free!!

[doodlegirl1998]

Hey so I got a question.

If the LOV were to rescue Eri instead of the Heroes, do you think it would make things more interesting than how it played out in canon?

Cause for me, I think it would. I believe it would make reforming them more believable including how the heroes would respond to not being able to rescue her in time.

Hey @theloganator101👋,

That is an excellent AU idea one that I actually hadn't thought of before so I had to really think of this idea / give it some consideration.

Yes, I feel like this would be a really interesting route to go down and help with the LOV's redeemability since them being nice to / taking care of her well would separate them from monsters like Overhaul really well.

I feel like they would either find a kinder way to try to extract her quirk to make more of those bullets (seriously why didn't Overhaul stick a cotton swab in her mouth or take a blood sample via a syringe rather than cut her up!? That was needlessly cruel and I will never get how some members of the fandom like that asshole.) OR they wouldn't try to use her at all after she shows signs of being traumatised like that.

Obviously people like Twice, Kurogiri, Spinner and Mr Compress would treat her kindly but I'd focus on Shigaraki, Dabi and Toga's reactions to her more considering they are the main 3 the narrative is setting up to redeem.

Shigaraki - It would be interesting for him to invite her to play games with him and Spinner. And perhaps to have him empathise over accidentally killing people and thinking of thier quirks as curses. (I have no doubt Shig, before AFO's manipulative B.S l, felt bad about how his quirk came in.)

Dabi - He would definitely be one of the most unfriendly members of the League at first. However, it would be interesting to have Eri around him to see if it reminds him of his repressed big brother tendencies and if being around her actually helps him realise that he does still care for Fuyumi and Natsuo. And that he does want more than burning Endeavor to a crisp.

Toga - it would be interesting if being around Eri helps her identify what she likes and reminises on outside her quirk / what her quirk wants. Since actually - what does she like? Is she into fashion? Did she have any aspirations outside her quirk? We don't know any of this about her so having Eri there to help give Toga this time to explore that would do wonders for her character. While also exploring the loss of Big Sis Magne (because Toga seemed close to her) yet her death was brushed over after Shig decayed Overhaul's arms and took his bullets.

As for the heroes losing Eri...

It would be devastating to both Izu and Mirio. It would interesting to see how they would all cope with such a loss especially if the raid still happened as well as the death of Nighteye and the loss of Mirio's quirk - just that Eri wasn't there. It would show to Izu the ugly side of heroics - that sometimes heroes lose! And it can be devastating as well as how to deal with that in a healthy way.

It would also be excellent development for the LOV if they came to the conclusion that it would be in Eri's best interest to be with the heroes and they put aside thier personal grudges to give her to them in the end. It would foreshadow the heroes saving the villains in the LOV by the end of the story.

While Aizawa could help with his Erasure to control her quirk, I think All Might or Midoriya Inko would have been excellent guardians for Eri personally.

[usafphantom2]

Soviet I-210 fighter (MiG-9 ) Prototype. by Ronnie Bell Via Flickr: An experienced I-210 fighter (MiG-9 ) with an M-82 engine, This aircraft did not go into the series, because according to the test results in 1942-1943, the MiG-9 it had unsatisfactory basic flight characteristics and turned out to be significantly worse than those of the La-5 and Yak-7 aircraft the maximum speed was only 565 km / h at an altitude of 6150 m. The mass production of the powerful Shvetsov M-82 two-row radial engine began in May 1941 at Zavod 19 in Perm. A.I. Mikoyan, N.N. Polikarpov, P.O.Sukhoi and A.S. Yakovlev were given the task of trying to install this engine in their fighters. The first flyable engine was delivered to OKB-155 on 18 May, and the drawings for the prototype were ready in mid June, July 1 being the deadline for the first flight. The new machine, called I-210 or MiG-9, differed from the standard MiG-3 by: ��� new enlarged fuselage to accommodate the new engine; the rear fuselage was widened too and had a more rounded section; • wing moved back by 100 mm for eg reasons; • new plywood panels on the fuselage sides; • aerodynamically balanced rudder; • horizontal and vertical tailplane enlarged (apparently greater chord than on late MiG-3s); • NACA engine cowling with four easily removable panels; • cooling airflow control as on the La-5 and I-185; it was made of shutters (probably 12+12) that could retract away behind the spinner by rotating on a side pin; • two side exhaust stacks; • four fuel tanks for a total of 488 l; the ventral tank was still protruding; • two oil coolers VMS-8 installed in a tunnel under the nose; • AV-5-127A propeller, with 3 m diameter; • armed with 3 UBS 12.7 mm with 200 rounds each, (and 2 ShKAS 7.62 mm with 650 rounds each on the last 3 prototypes); all weapons were installed in the nose; • main landing gear doors without opening access panel A top speed of 630 km/h at 6500 m and 530 km/h at sea level were calculated. The first example, n.6501, first took off on July 23, 1941, flown by the NII-VVS test pilot M.I.Martselyuk. The second prototype, n.6502, started armament tests on August 25; the left-hand ShKAS was removed. Flight tests were conducted by test pilot A.P. Yakimov. The NII-VVS made its report on the MiG-9 tests at the end of August. They approved of the stronger armament, the better take-off properties and higher speed and rate of climb at low altitudes. The top speed was disappointingly low, 540 km/h at 5000 m. This was partially due to defects in the oil cooler and cowling finish (this wasn't hermetically sealed, and created unfavourable air flows), and to the use of an AV-5L-156 propeller instead of the still unavailable AV-5-127A. During September 1941, MiG-9 n.6501 was tested in the large T-104 wind tunnel at TsAGI, that confirmed the negative influence of the engine cowling on drag. This would require modifications to the fuselage, but this wasn't possible because of the evacuation of Zavod I and OKB to Kuybyshev in October. Three further machines. n.6503, 6504. 6505 were built in Kuybyshev under difficult conditions. They were assembled in the open air because the roof of the workshop wasn't yet built. They were provided with a Hucks starter dog on the spinner, and ShKAS guns in a lower position than on n.6502. Shortage of Mikulin engines due to the Il-2's priority was already in the air, and Mikoyan hoped to maintain his aircraft in production with the new M-82 engine. Further tests were made in January 1942 with n.6502, flown by test pilot V.N. Savkin. This demonstrated the absence of engine overheating, and that spin properties were better than the original MiG-3. When OKB-155 returned to Moscow from Kuybyshev during the spring, all the prototypes were finished. On June, n.6502 was delivered to NII VVS, that sent it to 12th Gv.IAP, 6th IAK PVO. Aircraft n. 6503, 6504, 6505 were delivered to 34th IAP, 6 IAK PVO on June 1942 . They took part in combat operations. On 27 October the aircraft of 34th IAP returned to OKB-155 to remedy some defects of the power plant. On September, n.6502 started the NII-VVS official tests. All the ShKAS were removed, leaving 3 UBS guns. Tests were headed by chief engineer l.G.Lazarev and test pilot V.E. Golofastov. It was necessary to send the aircraft repeatedly back to OKB-155 for work on the power plant, so tests lasted two months. A disappointingly low speed was reached, no more than 565 km/h at 6150 m; besides, the engine installation was unsatisfactory both as regards ease of maintenance and functioning at low rpm. The poor visibility and the necessity to fly with an open canopy to reduce fumes in the cockpit were defects common to the original MiG-3. The aircraft n.6503, 6504, 6505, after modifications, were delivered to 260 SAD 7 VA on the Karelian front on 27 June 1943. They were employed operationally for about a year before being written off.