#*loud wrong buzzer noise

[fuck-john-calvin]

the fun thing about slay the princess is that I thought there was a clear 'right' answer and an obvious moral after my first run and then proceeded to walk straight into the fandom where I was immediately hit by the fucking cargo train of almost everyone having a different take than me

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Just some unimportant ponderings for your mv x ev crossover. You mentioned them possibly going after Astel as a false lead and I got caught in a spiral on how tf they get there without the ranni quest. So if we want a fun detour we can say they are looking for mentions of a fallen meteor. Arthur, who has dabbled in Carian magic, makes a logical leap that a place of astrology and knowledge would be a good start. No academy key so that's not an immediate option, but the Carian study hall may have information. Perhaps they do get info there, maybe not. Their proximity to Ainsel river and the fact that it sits down there and is accessed only through the Ranni quest really can be stretched to there being some sort of lead to find in either there or the manor. They head to Ainsel river pursued by runebear. Ants. Void creature throwing rocks. Stumble their way accidentally to lake of rot overlook. Arthur falls down as a plot device. Back in the rot... again. Fight some fucking rot cultists. Fall down in the coffin. "Arthur! There is a huge fucking Void monster! Arthur! It's about to sh-!

PURSUED BY RUNEBEAR WHKJWHWJH also the amount of falling into things arthur does. incredibly correct. falls the whole way down from the overlook and gets another rot bath™ and somehow survives. trips into an open coffin and it turns out to be the lands between's only public transit vehicle. that's arthur for you. or maybe he was just so fucking exhausted from fighting/running from the dragonkin AND the tree spirit AND the cultists that he was just like john, listen, i'm gonna fucking, i'm just gonna take a nap. in the coffin. it looks so comfy. yes i know i can't see it you described it as comfy. well you said it could physically hold me which is basically the same thing. fucking. shut up, i need this. and then they fall off a cliff Again this time in a coffin. or, possibly more believably, the pests in the area knock them out and put them in the coffin for some ritual purpose known only to them. or to say 'get out of our cloister you weren't even invited.' OR they have to hide in the coffin from the pests. idk why i'm so hung up on getting him into the coffin but i guess we have a lot of options now

ok wait more Plot Thoughts about this. the astel in ainsel is already so like, Barely overtly relevant to the ranni questline as it is, that i almost feel like it would make More sense if they were pursuing astel on purpose rather than just running into it completely accidentally while helping a living doll take over her step-mom's civilization. i think caria almost definitely has a connection to the eternal cities, so maybe while they're in the study hall they find references to the ill-starred monster from the void that totally wrecked one of them. and obviously they're like oh shit, a monster that came in on a meteor and destroyed a city?? this has GOTTA be what kayne wanted us to kill. it's a slam dunk!! and then it's. still. the wrong. fucking. meteor monster.

[bi-chimneyy]

I think we all need to go back and relearn what canon means

[lovediives]

the only thing i feel joy with is with evillious (cringe), my oc f/o (but im gatekeeping for my sanity), and 7 deadly sins stuff in general. oh surely one day i will feel that spark and joy for past things right

[litchkiing]

you guys suck you’re not riding my adventure time nyquil wave with me and now we’re breaking up. 🚫

[icaruseater]

Inspired by this (absolutely correct) tweet, here are some other things I think are a litmus test for taste:

- whether you think Dallas (the city in Texas) is cool

- favorite book you read in school

- honest thoughts on Beyoncé

- your most visited fast food place (¡no niche answers! must be well known in ur area and have at least 4 locations)

[lathrine]

my toxic trait is blocking / muting everyone who says Edgin Darvis is a rogue and not a bard

[kxllerblond]

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜ / dolores

Clark would otherwise be content with just accepting what he could assume to be an insult. He did it quite often as it wasn't exactly beneficial to scream and shout about every mean thing tossed his way; he'd be at it all day and night and wouldn't have had time for much else if that was the case.

One of his major faults, though, was his inability to stay quiet in the face of something he deemed just factually incorrect. ❝ Oh, quite the opposite. I notice just about everything. It's a bit of a curse, really. ❞ his own supernatural bullshit mixed with his own hypervigilance and overactive mind like some fucked up cocktail.

❝ No, I notice most things. I just tend to ignore things I don't deem important. Why? What do you think I've missed? ❞

[kerosene-saint]

my teacher: your thesis is too concrete and not enough thought which makes your essay feel more like a summary

me, who used the exact thesis he told us to use:

[redemn]

❝        you  don't  really  know  me  ,      miss  .        ❞        if  you  don't  mind  me  sayin'  ,      is  what  he  wants  to  add  .      instead  ,      he  shuts  his  lips  ,      lets  the  thought  pass  in  favor  of  something  more  firm  .        ❝        you  don't  know  the  half'a  me  .      if  you  knew  what  i  do  ,      you  wouldn't  be  callin'  me  nothin'  near  kind  .        ❞        he  had  wanted  to  help  .      a  good  deed  may  never  go  unpunished  ,      but  in  the  moment  ,      it  carries  all  the  weight  it  needs  to  break  up  the  monotony  of  dejection  that  seems  to  float  like  a  fog  through  his  mind  and  every  thought  he  has  so  easily  ,      so  confidently  .      it  would  be  a  very  droll  existence  indeed  to  simply  sit  and  watch  a  a  prostrate  woman  without  at  least  making  sure  she  was  well  enough  to  get  on  her  way  .      he  would  be  no  better  than  a  petty  thief  or  an  unscrupulous  fool  were  he  to  leave  her  here  ,      alone  and  vulnerable  in  the  midst  of  these  woods  .      he  can  afford  to  give  out  his  protection  for  nothing  more  than  a  penny  .      even  less  than  that  .      she's  done  enough  to  pay  him  for  this  in  kind  :      he  is  merely  paying  her  back  in  the  only  way  he  knows  how  .

but  he  is  certain  he  doesn't  know  anything  about  kindness  .      if  he  did  ,      perhaps  he  wouldn't  be  here  now  ,      still  nursing  wounds  from  gunshots  ,      skin  marred  with  the  many  scars  left  by  guns  and  fists  and  knives  ,      stolen  and  blood  money  in  his  pocket  .      if  she  were  to  know  of  all  his  wrongdoings  ,      she  wouldn't  be  calling  him  kind  .      he  knows  that  for  a  fact  .      no  person  in  their  right  mind  would  vie  for  the  affections  of  an  outlawed  madman  like  him  .

eventually  ,      he  breaks  the  uncomfortable  silence  with  a  shake  of  his  head  ,      gesturing  to  the  tea  .      ❝  that  tea's  nothin'  but  water  and  a  few  samplin'  of  herbs  .      i  put  sprigs  of  mint  ,      oregano  ,      thyme  .      not  a  lotta  sage        i  ain't  got  much'a  that  on  me  ever  .      hard  to  find  .      it's  all  a  little  bitter  ,      but  i  ain't  carryin'  sugar  'round  .        ❞        a  pause  ,      before  he  continues  .        ❝        and  ,      uh    …    no  .      i  ain't  got  much  of  a  family  .      not  in  the  way  you're  thinkin'  .      i  got  my  people  ,      sure  .        ❞        people  he  would  very  well  call  his  own  family  before  anyone  else  .      he  chuckles  to  himself  now  ,      smile  humorless  .      ❝  i'm  sure  they're  proud  of  me  in  some  ways  .      just  not  for  kindness  .        ❞

his  hand  moves  up  across  his  body  ,      through  no  willing  of  his  own  ,      fingers  curved  and  resting  on  the  stretch  between  shoulder  and  neck  .      his  gaze  seeks  her  dark  eyes  ,      so  pensive  and  unique  in  their  focus  ,      always  searching  for  something  he  isn't  entirely  aware  of  .        ❝        how  you  feelin'  ?      if  you're  still  weak  ,      i  can  find  you  more  to  eat  .      or  there  might  be  somethin'  in  my  bag  worth  takin'  .      i  got  tonics  .      you  drink  those  ?        ❞

kinship is a feeling she can hardly recognize in others,    let alone herself,    although unknown, her strange comfort with the man might as well be a familiarity brought forth by their shared curse of service towards others.    if she could recognize that the warmth creeping around her is not just by velvet smoke or heat from the fire,    but of affinity, perhaps she would’ve unraveled his soul quicker,    or gotten any clues as to how someone like him even exists.    surrounded by so much blood and vice,    and yet he seems to lack the characteristic selfish cruelty that often comes with wanted men.    the empath can usually judge someone’s character quicker, at least by the third meeting,    but with arthur,    it feels much too soon,    she fears she would mischaracterize him if she where to cast her sentencing now.   

maybe she could indulge her curiosity,    just this once.    what is the harm in this controlled space    ?    tucked away in the privacy of nature,    sparsely heard owls,    as the rest of the world sleeps.    she’s only known of one tale where a pair in the sole company of trees and animals has gone wrong,    and it’s of a faith she doesn’t follow.    even so,    she still promises herself not to go too far— temperance.    trying to socialize doesn't have to be a martyrdom.   

she nods,    carefully grabbing the mug and shifting to sit side - legged closer to the fire.    “ very well,   ” there’s no use resisting on her part anyway,     her vessel is depleted and evidently neither of them finished their unfortunate meals.    the tea’s taste is unfamiliar,    intrigue consumes her,    it settles the throbbing in her head in what feels like an instant.    the irony of how it all seems as sacrificial food on a temple does not escape her,    but her amusement is secret.    “ what did you use for this    ?    do you mind if i write down the recipe    ?    ” she asks with a tilted head,    reaching for raspberries to satiate her lingering hunger. 

as she eats and ruby stains her lips,    she observes him,    looking for signs of tiredness his eyes,    he must be exhausted after tending guard for so long.    she seeks any movement in his throat and even the tightness of his jaw,    anything that may act as confessor to who this man truly is.    “ do you have a big family, arthur    ?    you seem like you do.    something about your shoulders.    ” her serene tone is almost whimsical,    but her words are profoundly honest.    despite her partial blindness to his core,    something around his beacons of stability seems too grand… too sparse,    as if he had given his soul away too many times,    for him to be a lone wolf,    a heavy burden she couldn’t define,    but in her experience,    often meant the burden of responsibility of many,    often children,    but she dares not assume.     “ i am certain they are proud that you are such a kind man.    ”

[fantastic-nonsense]

"Inej is the mom fri—" *loud incorrect buzzer noise* Wrong. You are looking for Matthias Helvar.

[lxkeee]

Hi, could I request a Lucifer morningstar x darkness demon overlord reader? She lurks in the shadows like a boogeyman, she acts like morticia adams from the adams family, how would he meet or act around the gothic queen👁👁✨

LUCIFER X OVERLORD! FEM! READER

Part two

Lucifer was just wandering around hell, unknowingly entering a territory of an overlord.

He doesn't know okay? It's just a forest of dead wilted trees with ominous aura.

His first instinct is to investigate.

This is his first time coming here, he only discovered this area after flying by to return to the palace.

Lucifer was walking around the dense forest, with his guard up.

The forest was quiet. A little too quiet.

He isn't afraid, unfortunately. He knows he can kill any demon who would try to mess with him.

Crack. A twig snapped

His head whipped to the direction of the noise, “Who goes there? Show yourself!” he threatens, wings in full display.

Shadows moving around him and finally stopping in front of him, morphing into a figure.

Lucifer expected a lot of things, but this.

A very tall and gorgeous woman, large deer antlers on her head. Sultry eyes and a smirk on her face.

Oh fuck, she's beautiful. Dangerous. He can sense the power she has.

“Good evening your highness, I didn't expect to see you here wandering around my home.” the woman says with a chuckle, making the man become a little flustered.

“Your home...?” he asked hesitantly and the woman nodded.

“Yes, this is my home or rather my territory. My home is somewhere around here. I just sensed a presence around these grounds and decided to check. I didn't expect to see the king of hell to be here.”

“M-my apologies, my lady. I simply didn't know.” he stammers a bit. Ah, calm yourself Lucifer. You're more powerful so you shouldn't be intimidated, he says to himself internally.

“It is alright, if you don't mind. Do you want to join me for a cup of tea? I just so happen to have finished brewing some.”

Lucifer is cautious around sinners, especially her. He doesn't know why his heart is palpitating this much. The best reason he got is fear loud incorrect buzzer noise

“I don't want to intrud—”

“Nonsense! You're not intruding.”

“But—”

“Do not fret, I am not going to hurt you. I should be the scared one as you are much more powerful than me. I am sure you can obliterate my existence with a flick of your finger.” the woman laughs softly, a kind of laugh that reminds him of the books he's read. The kind of laugh that draws you in.

“How about this, how about we get acquainted with each other? So that you'll be more comfortable?”

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, “Why are you so insistent?”

“Well, I just love making friends and you my dear seem to be an interesting character that I don't mind befriending.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes but eventually nodded, “Fine, My name is Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Wonderful, then... It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lucifer, my name is [y/n]” She says before gently holding his hand and placing a small kiss on his knuckles.

With a smirk on her face as her eyes looked at him as she did so.

Lucifer's cheeks reddened, quickly snatching his hand away from the demoness.

“So, about that tea?”

Lucifer is beginning to see a pattern.

A type even.

It's been a few months since he's met the deer demoness.

Surprisingly he managed to get along with her, despite her... Rather questionable actions.

He often visits her mansion at the middle of the forest where he met her or the other way around.

She often surprises him by popping out of the shadows with her presence concealed.

She's playful, mysterious, dangerous, beautiful.

And tall.

He likes his women tall okay?

And he likes them a little deranged.

Anyways.

She keeps teasing him.

Just like the other day, he came to visit at the wrong time and she forced him to help her get dressed.

It was inappropriate! She only asked him to zip the zipper of her dress.

Poor guy was blushing.

She didn't make fun of his obsession with rubber ducks.

She even made ducks out of shadows and made it swim around his room and of course, he made one too with his powers.

The shadows and gold dust ducks swimming around the room and in the air.

It was... Cute...

Lucifer has gotten to know the woman better too, he has gotten the chance to see many sides of her.

Lucifer isn't stupid, he can tell he's developing feelings for her.

He's afraid, he's afraid of getting hurt again or hurting her.

He has issues he needed to fix first.

Though, he is slightly a flustered mess around the woman.

Can you blame him? She calls him endearing nicknames! She calls him sweetheart and it just makes his heart flutter.

He is cautious around her not because he's afraid of her but because he fears his feelings for her would accidentally be known.

And she just appears out of nowhere!

It took awhile for him to sort his emotions and he thinks he is finally ready to confess.

But first, Lucifer needs to find hints if she feels the same way.

“Thanks for the coffee, [y/n]. It tastes amazing as always.” Lucifer says, admiring the duck shaped cream that is floating on his coffee.

“It is a pleasure, sweetheart. Drink to your heart's content. I know you've been stressed lately.” She says with a gentle voice.

“I have a question.” he started, already planning a discreet way to ask her.

“Hmm? Go ahead.”

“What if let's say... You have a close friend and you've only known him for a couple of months but they fell in love with you and now they're planning to confess to you? Would you date him?”

Don't mind him guys, he's trying his best.

[y/n] tilts her head slightly, confused before giggling.

She's not stupid but she kinda wants to tease him.

“Depending on who this friend is.”

“Just answer.” he deadpans.

“Yes, would you confess though?” she asked as she leans forward to reach him across the table, holding his chin. Lips just a few inches away from each other.

Lucifer.exe has stopped working.

“Y-yes...” he stammers, beginning to feel shy as his cheeks heat up.

“Do you want a kiss?” she asked teasingly.

“Please...?”

“Good boy.” she says before finally pressing her lips against his.

It was the most addicting kiss he ever experienced.

“I like you.”

“I like me too.”

“[y/n]!”

“I am just joking, I like you too.”

[lyrefromthesea]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please request the Hashiras taking reader to a summer festival? I love a good fluffy seasonal scenario lol thank you🫶❤️ I love your writing style and can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

Hashira x Reader - Summer Festival

author's note: sadly i did not manage to imagine Shinobu in this scenario, for the sake of not misinterpreting her character, i decided to leave her out of my post. i apologize and hope you'll get to enjoy the other pillars.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader, Mitsuri x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

you cocked your eyebrow at Tengen when he made a loud noise, imitating the sound of a buzzer telling you that you're in the wrong.

"what is it?" you ask, more than confused and mildly annoyed. he wore his hair down today, multiple pieces of jewelry making him stand out more than the other visitors.

"your outfit, it's good, but it could be better!" he claimed, pointing at the yukata you were wearing. you looked down at yourself, almost feeling a bit insulted by his words. it was rather simple, but you thought it would be enough.

"you need something more flashy!" he said, making you sigh. now you understood what he meant, his hands already on your shoulders, leading you to the next accessory stand.

"and what would that be?" you asked back, watching the people around you look confused by the man dragging you around.

"we need something showing off your beauty even more, beautiful." he deducted, stopping when you finally looked down on the beautiful jewelry.

this wasn't how you planned to start the festival, but you couldn't complain when he managed to fluster you once again.

Obanai:

"i'm sure we were supposed to meet here.." you mumbled, looking around the area. when Obanai invited you to the summer festival, he had explicitly asked for a spot without many people.

now you felt lost, you were sure he should've been here by now. it wasn't like he was late, but he usually came earlier than planned when you two wanted to meet somewhere.

before you could worry about his wellbeing, you saw something slither near your foot - Kaburamaru. the snake made it's way around your ankle, making you shiver.

"Obanai!" you scolded, looking around until your eyes stopped on a tree. you marched towards it, not surprised when you saw Obanai sitting on a thick branch.

"you could've said you were already here!" you said, watching him jump down the tree and land on his feet without much trouble.

"i'm sorry, i got distracted.." he admitted, your features slowly relaxing. he had been distracted? you found yourself asking him for more information. "for what?"

he looked at you, his eyes drifting to your outfit and then back to your face. his gaze softened, looking towards the festival's lights.

"nothing important.." if only you would've known he had been occupied watching your beautiful body, soft eyes trying to spot your lover.

Rengoku:

"excuse me?" another man said, his eyes fixed on you. naturally, you turned to face him, wondering if he needed help.

you had been walking through the crowds with Rengoku a moment prior, watching the different people interact with each other.

"i just wanted to say that your yukata fits you extremely well." the man said, almost appearing a bit bashful. and suddenly you weren't surprised anymore, realizing he didn't need help.

did it not look like Rengoku was your boyfriend? you wondered whether the man not knew or was bold enough to ask despite the obvious.

"you are right, my love is indeed beautiful in every way! it's not the festival alone, but every other day as well!" Rengoku answered, as if he didn't realize what kind of situation this was.

the man's face fell, realizing he had probably made a mistake by approaching you - at least while Rengoku was near. he soon turned away with a grumble, leaving the two of you alone.

"what a nice man!" Rengoku concluded, making you chuckle, looking away from him.

he really didn't know what the man's goal was. however, that somehow made Rengoku's compliment even sweeter.

Sanemi:

you were walking past the different stands with Sanemi, chatting about random topics that came to your mind, when he turned away from you, seemingly having spotted something interesting.

"wait here." he said, marching off before you even managed to ask what happened. you tried looking over the crowd, wondering where he had wandered off to.

not able to see him, you decided to do as he said, patiently waiting for him to return, yet you wondered what must've happened.

you didn't expect him to come back with something in hand, almost looking a bit flustered now. he moved past the crowd until he finally stood next to you again.

"i remembered you like them." he told you, extending his hand. you looked at the cut pieces of watermelon in his hand, neatly placed on a small rectangular plate.

he had gone out of his way to buy something you like from one of the booths.

"Sanemi.." you mumbled, slowly taking the plate out of his hand. your eyes stayed on the watermelon for a moment, glancing at him when you managed to answer.

"let's search for a nice spot and eat them there." you said, smiling at him in content. he nodded silently, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked off.

Giyuu:

"damn it..!" you complained, seeing the small plastic fish fall off your miniature fishing rod. you gave up the small festival game, standing up again.

Giyuu looked at your sulking form, his eyes glancing at the prize sat in the festival booth. you had looked really happy when you saw it earlier, it hurt him to see that you weren't able to win it.

"let me try." he quietly said, giving the salesman another 500 yen. neither you nor the salesman would've expected Giyuu to be so good at the game though.

"you can stop now!" the man whined, seeing Giyuu get the last fish. there had probably been a dozen in total, but he didn't mess up once.

Giyuu looked at the man, standing up from his kneeling position to claim his reward. "my prize?"

"you can have it.." the man sobbed, handing Giyuu the prize you had grown so fond of earlier. without another word, Giyuu turned around to hand you the small gift.

"for you." he merely said, putting the small object into your hands. you awed at his actions, immediately throwing yourself against him.

"thank you, Giyuu!" you cheered, watching him hold you in surprise. he couldn't possibly ignore the little things that made you happy when he was rewarded with this kind of reaction.

Gyomei:

"are you sure? i'm not good with words." you told him, looking down at your hands. the two of you sat on the meadow, other couples sitting in the distance.

"you'll do good." he answered, placing a supporting hand on top of yours. you silently nodded, his encouragement always working wonders on you.

when you watched the first firework shooting into the air, exploding with a loud bang, you stared in fascination, eventually shaking your head to snap out of it.

you thought of a fitting way to describe it, knowing that colors wouldn't do for him. you decided to try a different approach, looking at the man you adored.

"it looked exactly the way a summer breeze felt. warm and somehow familiar." you told him, watching his lips pull up into a smile. you felt your heart beat harder than before.

you would've liked to comment on it, but the next firework was too fast for you. you watched the sky light up in a refreshing green color, feeling Gyomei scoot closer.

"and this one?"

Mitsuri:

"the sakura mochi here is so good!" Mitsuri cheered, pushing another one of the treats past her lips. she munched on the sweet food, swallowing it down in satisfaction.

you chuckled at her words and actions, taking one of the mochis and biting into it. "it is, the flavor is really good."

"another bowl please!" Mitsuri called out, turning your head to see the chef nod at the two of you. she had even stood up, waving her arm at the woman making her favorite food.

you looked at Mitsuri's clothes, the pink cloth she was wearing matching her hair and the sakura mochi perfectly. somehow she was fitting for this place.

you placed the empty bowl of sakura mochi on the other bowls, watching the stack grow. she had already eaten 7 bowls, but you guessed she was long from finished.

you two chatted as the chef brought you another portion, smiling at the two of you and walking away again.

"i'm full, you can eat that portion alone." you answered, a small smile on your face. Mitsuri looked surpised, putting the treat down again.

"we can go too, i don't mind..!" she said, wanting to show you that she wouldn't keep you here. you could only laugh in response, shaking your head.

"i really don't mind either, if you want, we can even get you another bowl." you answered, watching her eyes light up. a bright smile formed on her face, nodding in agreement.

you smiled back, after all, the festival felt better this way.

[lockandkeyhyena]

ok so this post was mostly about how trans men are treated by non trans men but on the topic of ‘all or nothing discourse’ ive seen some (trans guys!) say that trans men never experience male privilege or that we always experience male privilege and im just. im dying over here. guys. guys theres nuance. cmon guys cmon

i feel like theres a good middle ground between treating trans men exactly like cis men with no difference and treating them too differently to the point you barely even see them as men. like recognising that our experience with masculinity and misogyny is going to be different than a cis man’s without saying ‘you’re basically one of the girls lol’ theres nuance here. hello. can anyone hear me

[superblysubpar]

thank you so much for requesting @bradshawssugarbaby this is quite literally not at all what you asked for I'm so sorry 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Warnings: teasing, "denying orgasm", a twinge of a little "Mr. Harrington" kink if you squint | my blog is 18+

1335 words

“Steve.”

You were aware the way it came out sounded a lot like the word “More” instead of the attempt to remind him you should be working. 

He hummed from the crook of your neck, lips molded around your pulse point while a hand tilted you open gently and the other ran up and down the inside of your thigh. 

The same thigh that was draped over his lap, skirt pushed up it a little indecently for the activities you were supposed to be doing. There were notebooks and pens left open and blank on the coffee table. The snacks and a stack of VHS tapes next to them, a promise of a movie night to him as a reward, but all your brain could do was remind you to be relieved you put on the new Calvin's you got. 

Your fingers clutched at the collar of his navy polo, pads slipping lower and toying with the little button as he pestered more kisses down your neck. 

“We…oh,” you sighed when his tongue traced your collarbone and his fingers squeezed your inner thigh.

“We?” Steve murmured over the column of your throat, nose skating higher on your jaw as his thumb soothed circles over the back of your neck. 

“We should be studying. The test is tomorrow.”

Shut up! College isn't important, what's important is what this boy is doing with his mouth!

“I am studying,” Steve spoke directly into your ear, low and raspy. 

A shiver danced down your spine and right back up when the ghost of his smile against your skin lingered. 

“Oh really?” You huffed, hand limply gesturing to the coffee table as the boy finally removed himself from your neck to meet your gaze, tips of your noses almost touching.

His eyes were bright with that sort of look that told you he was up to something and you were probably gonna really like it. 

A cocky sort of smirk twisted up the corner of his lips, the one that lifted the two little freckles on his cheek and made the laugh lines around his eyes crease. 

Fuck, should be illegal to look this cute.

“Mhm,” he nodded around the hum, nose tapping yours. 

This time, you gestured a little more confidently, down towards your lap draped ungracefully over his. 

“Please explain to me how this is studying, Harrington.”

Steve smiled, delighted you asked, falling directly into his trap. 

It happened quickly, and with a loud ‘Oof' from you as he pulled you over his lap further, now straddling it. 

“Let's start with math, yeah?” He grinned at you, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows confidently. 

You held your breath as his hands squeezed your hips and roamed slowly up your body. His eyes tracked their movements, and you couldn't deny he was definitely focused. A look of determination in his eyes you'd never once seen directed towards a textbook.

“If Steve kisses his girlfriend once…” he whispered before leaning in and doing just that. Lips slotted against yours in one lingering press before they pulled away. His eyes remained on your mouth in a pout now, hands squeezing at your ribs when you leaned in for more. 

His lips quirked up before he gave you one more, just as chaste and just as frustratingly cut off as he added, “And he gives her another one. How many kisses is that?”

“Three.”

Steve laughed, your scrunched up nose knocking his as you attempted to get your third one. He turned so your lips hit his cheek as he made a buzzer noise.

“Wrong. It's two, baby.”

Your fingers curled into the back of his hair, a huff hitting his jaw as you adjusted yourself on his lap lower. When wet cotton hit his denim covered bulge, you made a soft noise. 

Steve's lips parted at the sound, his hands tracing your curves till they were back to your hips and he could watch the way you try to fight against his hold. 

“How about some Science?” He asked, feigning nonchalance. 

Steve slowly grinded your hips down against him, helping you roll them so the zipper on his Levi's could hit your clit in a way that had you gasping and clutching at his shoulders.

His voice comes out strained, but still amused, “Hypothesis: If we keep doing this, you'll come before I even get inside you.”

The sentence made you groan, forehead tapping his in defeat as he kept your hips rolling in a perfect rhythm. 

“Steve” it really did come out like “More” that time. 

“You're right,” he lets his smile when you groaned as he stopped you from moving. “Science is boring.”

His hands guided you down, back pressed to the couch so the silk of your skirt could glide higher up your thighs while he lowered his head between them. 

His lips skimmed the inside of your thigh, brushing against it as he spoke, “Spelling more your subject?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his nose into the damp cotton between your legs. His groan vibrated against you before he was moving over your clit in an odd shape. 

Too focused on the feeling of finally getting some more friction against the throbbing nerves, you almost missed it when he asked, “What's that letter, honey?”

You gulped, hands tugging in his hair as he tutted softly, “Missed it? I'll do it again. Pay attention. There's a test later.”

He made the same movement, and your eyelids flutter as you gasped out, “M?”

He hummed his approval and pushed your thighs wider when they tried to close as he licked one long stripe up you. He waits until he hears your quiet whimper of the letter ‘I’. 

Your hand clutched his shoulder, back arching off of the couch as a finger hooked your soaked underwear to the side. A barely there touch, the tip of his tongue, traced another letter. It started on the outside, skimming up skin, dragging through your slick diagonally, before it dragged up the other side.

“N.”

You practically moaned it, tugging on his shoulders, aching him to keep going, to get closer.

“So good baby,” he praised you, watching the way you fluttered around nothing. Then his thumb pushed into your clit and made long and hard brushes over it in the shape of the last letter.

Your stomach tightened, something in your chest ached as you said ‘E’, and Steve asked with a murmur against your thigh. 

“What's that spell?”

“Mine,” you whimpered the word, fingers digging into his shoulders and desperate for more. 

Steve kissed your clit, the nod of his head bumping his nose against it as he praised you again. 

“Good job, you're gonna ace that test.”

And then he was sitting up, facing the coffee table and uncapping a pen. 

You watched, your mouth dropped open in shock and annoyance as he ignored you. Your elbows propped you up as you asked, “Are you serious right now?”

Steve smirked, looking down at the page of his notebook and seeing not a goddamn thing as he shrugged.

“I'm always serious about studying, honey.”

You waited, sure he'd look up at you, break before you did, but when his pen scratched across the page your fingers curled into the couch cushion, until you realized you'd studied Steve just as much. 

Lifting yourself back up to sitting slowly, you let the tips of your nails scratch up his thigh. As you leaned in to his profile, you let your nose bump his cheek as your fingers did the same to where he was painfully straining against his zipper. 

You pouted, lips against his jaw.

“Are you going to give the test Mr. Harrington?”

Steve's pen twitched, missing the line on the paper as he swallowed, the ball not in his court anymore. 

Your name came out of his lips in a whimper as you squeezed him through the denim.

It sounded an awful lot like the word “More”. 

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“Jayce was being cruel this season because he denied Viktor his autonomy in not destroying the hexcore. All he wanted to do was die and Jayce wouldn’t let him do that. And then he went and killed him anyway.”

*LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE*

Okay. He did break his promise to destroy the hexcore, but that’s not what this is about. I’ve seen so many people being like “Viktor wanted to die and Jayce is only prolonging his suffering.” No! Wrong! Jail for you!

Viktor does not want to die. Is he willing to die? Yes, that’s why he asked Jayce to destroy the hexcore in the first place, but we all apparently collectively forgot that this man was working constantly during Season 1 to figure out how to cure him, went to his old mentor who he hadn’t visited since he was a kid (because he thought he was a monster) for help, only stopping his pursuit once his work got someone killed. Viktor does not want to die, but will do so if it meant other people would be safe from what he did.

Jayce is not cruel for using the hexcore to save Viktor. He did not know what it would do to him. All he knew was that it could have saved his life, and it did. Cruel would be if he knew that Viktor wouldn’t come back the same, if he knew Whatever It Was he saw when he entered the hexgate before he let the hexcore merge with Viktor and yet did it anyway. Did he fuck up by doing this? Yes, but he didn’t understand the outcome. It’s not a cruelty, even if it was slightly selfish - he thought he was saving him.

He did not prolong Viktor’s life just to kill him in the end. Again, he did not know what the hexcore would do to Viktor. Jayce did not save him with the intention of killing him. And are we really being like “oh he saved his life just to murder him anyway” when Jayce was clearly (painfully) hallucinating and we still don’t know the whole truth of what happened to him??? Viktor even said that it wasn’t Jayce anymore.

He’s not even dead, he’s in the teaser for Act 3.