#You can tell they just wanted to make their GAME and then went “yeah a few people might like this stuff haha”

[nezuscribe]

it’s those infamous slytherin parties, the ones they throw after they win yet another quidditch game, but all slytherin!gojo can think about is you.

how you said you would come to the game but didn’t, how he kept looking into the crowd to see you there but you weren’t. sure, it was a long shot, after all, the two of had only just gotten closer and had it all ripped away ever since he kissed you that night.

he can feel the beat of the music in his bones, feeling the body of another girl pressed up against his and he feels nauseated.

you didn’t want to see him, that much he could piece together. you’ve avoided him wherever and whenever you could, and despite the fact that gojo prided himself in his inability to feel things, he felt his entire world slipping away from his feet the more you pretended that he didn’t exist.

you weren’t in your dorm (he knew because he asked your roommates) and he knew you weren’t in the library (he passed it by one his way here, not seeing you at your usual table), and gojo felt like he’d rather search the entire castle to find you than be here.

so that’s what he ends up doing.

he tells geto he’s leaving, don’t ask him where, and somehow manages to slither his way out into the hallways.

gojo walks around for a while, checking the library, your favorite broom closet, even the dining hall, but to no avail.

a part of him wonders if he should just go back, if he’s actually out of his mind, but he stops in his tracks when he hears something familiar.

your laugh.

he’s heard it a couple times this last week, a sound that makes his cheeks blush and his eyes to shine. he loves it. and he can tell it’s you from miles away.

so he rounds the corner, knowing that he looks unruly from his hair all tousled, his white button up wrinkled, but he doesn’t care.

and slytherin!gojo feels a part of his stomach just sink when he sees you sitting on if of those large windows, looking up as ravenclaw!nanami tells you something.

you look so angelic, so happy, and his jaw ticks, nose flaring. he should leave, he knows that, but he’s never been one to shy away, especially when it comes to something he cares so much about.

“nanami!” he calls out, watching as the two of you jump up a bit in surprise.

gojo watches as your eyes widen slightly, swallowing thickly as you glance up to nanami. he had come back from the game defeated to slytherin, but if he was stumped by that he didn’t show it on his face.

“gojo,” he says politely, nodding his head to him slightly. there’s a small smile on his face but it didn’t reach his eyes.

for a moment, nobody says anything.

“good game,” gojo then says, his eyes never leaving yours, “sorry it ended so early,” he’s just twisting the knife in deeper, but nanami chuckles.

you shift in your place, eyes trained on the ground as you smile awkwardly. you’ve been trying to not talk to gojo ever since that night, but he’s made it increasingly more difficult to do so.

“it’s alright,” nanami waves it off, glancing at you as he shrugs, “but truth be told, i do wish it went on for a bit longer,” you’re looking up at him now and gojo feels his teeth grating, wanting you to not look at this pompous creature, “we were just talking about how ironic it was that the first game she went to was cut so short.”

gojo feels his brows furrow in confusion, his air of confidence slipping slightly as he never breaks eye contact with nanami. he then looks at you briefly, catching your stare as he lets out a mirthless laugh.

“i wasn’t aware we had such a new audience today,” gojo bites out, his head tilting slightly to look at you, addressing you as you wet your lips, “i don’t think i saw you there.”

you nod slowly, fidgeting with your fingers as you laugh uncomfortably.

“yeah, um,” you start, and it’s the first time you’ve addressed him since that night. gojo cant stop looking at your lips, your face, everything, and he almost doesn’t catch it when you say, “nanami offered me a spot on the ravenclaw stands…so i went…”

gojo feels his smile drop completely, his eyes squinting as you look away, suddenly finding the wall interesting.

“well,” nanami says with another smile, triumphant as you looked at you momentarily, “i also offered to take you for a spin after the game but eh, like you said gojo,” his smooth words and demeanor make gojo clench his fists, his body rigid as his stomach churns, “it ended so early we could barely do anything.”

“hm,” gojo hums in the back of his throat, his mouth dry as he swallows once, his debonair smile coming back on his face as if nothing was wrong, “that’s all just part of the game, right?”

nanami nods, saying nothing.

gojo turns to leave, but stops for a second.

“oh, and i hope taylor preformed well enough by your standards nanami,” his eyes are watching the ways yours dart up to his, his finger motioning to you as he says your name with a lowered voice, “remember how spooked he was when we saw him last time? hope he learned his lesson not to go snooping ‘round the stands so late at night.”

gojo feels a sense of accomplishment when he sees nanami look down at you curiously, but it all washes away when you stand up abruptly, turning your back to him as you leave.

and his eyes drop when he watches nanami go after you.

[soobinsonly1bf]

a simple head can't ruin a friendship, right?

(soobin x m!reader)

warnings: nsfw, sub!loser!soobin, m!meandom!reader, oral (male receiving obviously), degradation, A LOT of dirty talk, a whole lot of cursing, in reality reader is sweet, soob is just a massive freak (and a homosexual)

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

you were laying on your best friend's bed, like everyday, while he was playing some stupid video game on his computer, also like everyday. he was venting for the last few hours about some girl not wanting to go on a date with him. not like you were exactly listening to him, you were too focused on your phone.

"jeez, soob, all that talking only because of some girl? come on, bro..." you chuckled, not even hiding the amusement over the whole situation.

"hey, it's not funny! she's really pretty... and she was really different over texts. i thought that after our first date she will want to go on another one, but... she just refused."

"she just saw how much of a loser you are and panicked!" you said, laughing. "i bet she realized that even if she would let you hit, she would have to fake her orgasm."

"you're saying that as if you'd be able to make anyone cum." he said, frowning and stopping his game. he turned around on his chair to face you.

"it would be really nice if you could shut your mouth for once, you know?" you said, trying to ignore him and respond to some random person texting you.

"you don't even look like you'd be able to make anyone make a sound." soobin continued, he was the one to laugh now.

hearing that you just put your phone away, looking at him with annoyance painted on your face. "bro, you're a fucking virgin, so don't even try to be so damn cocky now."

"what? i'm just telling the truth!"

"is this a challenge?" you asked, getting up from the bed. "maybe you could shut your mouth if i kept them occupied." you said simply, just ignoring the way the other boy looked at you.

"what if- what if that is a challenge?"

"then you'll lose pretty quickly." you said, chuckling, as if it's the most normal conversation in the world. well, considering how long you know each other, it kinda was the most normal conversation. you knew this can turn out to be fun... or to be the biggest regret of your friendship.

"maybe-"

"on your knees." you interrupted him, genuinely curious of what his reaction even would be. your eyes opened wider at the sight of your friend getting on his knees in front of you, without a second thought, as if his body reacted to your words faster than his mind.

"oh my... you really are that desperate for some action? or maybe you just like dick after all?" you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes, locked on yours. "which one is it? or maybe both?"

after soobin stayed quiet, you spoke again. "open your mouth for me and be good, yeah?"

once again, soobin without any hesitation opened his mouth, waiting for your next move. with every moment, you were getting more anxious about doing this with him, but if you already went that far... besides, he would tell you if something was wrong, you're sure of it.

you quickly unzipped your jeans, letting them fall to your knees. soobin was keeping eye contact with you non-stop, not even daring to look down at your cock the moment you took it from your boxers and gave it a few pumps.

maybe it was embarrassing, but seeing soobin on his knees right in front of you, ready to obey and please, was enough to make you hard. he was waiting for your cock, his mouth open. both of you already forgot about the whole challenge thing, now the only thing on your mind was what was about to happen.

"you know, you look pretty when you're on your knees... but if that girl saw you like that, she'd laugh in your face. hope you know that." you said and took a small step forward, now touching soobin's cheek with your dick. you chuckled, smearing your precum on his skin.

"you never did this before, yeah? let's just hope that will shut you up for good." you almost put your dick in his mouth, but you spoke again. "if anything's wrong, just pinch my thigh, alright? now, stick your tongue out a bit and keep your teeth away... don't force yourself." you said, putting your cock in front of his mouth, letting him start at his own pace, which he probably would thank you for, if he wasn't already licking along your length.

soobin immediately went to work, excitement obvious on his face. carefulness thrown through the window, he already put your dick in his mouth, trying to take it deeper. you hissed at the too sudden friction.

"jesus christ, soobin, calm the fuck down." you said, taking a handful of his hair and pulling him away. "start slowly or you're gonna hurt both yourself and me. i seriously didn't know you were so damn desperate to have my dick in your mouth." you sighed, your grip on his hair loosening, but still being there, to remind him to take it slow.

he only mumbled something you didn't even catch and licked the head of your cock. "yeah, just like that. don't try to fucking deepthroat me the second you see my dick."

he gave long licks along your lenght and little sucks on the head, his eyes closed. you fully let go of his hair, letting him do what he wants. now enjoying both, the feeling and the sight, you can't help but chuckle. you never expected to have soobin of all people giving you head. you couldn't complain though.

"tell me, have you always wanted to do that? it really seems like it." you wanted to laugh, but to your surprise, a groan was pulled out from you. soobin took your dick in his mouth again and looked up at you.

you felt yourself throb and you weren't sure if it was because of the sight in front of you or the way soobin rolled his tongue around the head of your cock. probably a mix of both, actually. "fuck, is this really the first cock you have ever sucked? you're a goddamn natural, bro. i'm starting to think it would be a waste if you got yourself a girlfriend."

it didn't took long for the taller boy to have his mouth fully occupied, bobbing his head up and down on your length. he wasn't able to take your whole dick, but for some reason it was still completely enough for you to get closer and closer to the edge. you weren't sure when, but your hand was back in his hair, your head thrown back in pleasure. you couldn't care less about staying quiet. god, soobin really was good with his mouth.

"shit, i'm close." you warned him, feeling the familiar sensation in your lower abdomen. at your words, he only started bobbing his head faster. "pull- pull away..." you said, knowing it won't take long till you cum. when he didn't move, you needed your full self-control to do it yourself.

he whined at the burning sensation on his head, caused by you roughly pulling him away from your dick by his hair. you couldn't even say anything and you were already cumming right on his face.

when your cock stopped throbbing, you took a deep breath, trying to calm down your breathing. you finally looked down at soobin, who just sat on his ass where he was kneeling a moment ago.

"i told you to pull away." at that he just shrugged, smiling. you sighed, but an amused smirk appeared on your mouth at the sight of your friend's face all dirty with your release. "god, look at you. you're really fucking proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"hell yes i am, i just made you cum." he said in a "duh" manner, making you chuckle. his voice was a big rough, his face all red and hair messy. you couldn't help but think he looked perfect like this.

"you're really fucking dumb... but you did well, bro. even really well, i'd say." his stupid grin only grew wider at this. "now go clean yourself, my cum is not becoming your new skincare product."

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a/n: i highkey want to write a part two where they remember about the challenge and reader shows soobin he can make him make noises he didnt even know hes able to make...

[stevieschrodinger]

Part one twentyfour

This chapter is NSFW

Steve wakes up. It’s still dark out, and he’s vaguely aware that something woke him. Eddie shifts again, and then makes a noise. A nightmare, Steve’s pretty sure. Steve wriggles himself closer, getting Eddie by the shoulder and giving him a gentle nudge, “Eddie. Eddie, it’s just a dream.”

Eddie comes awake with a startled gasp, hands flying to grab at the covers in panic. Steve can just about make him out in the dark, the way he looks around, orientating himself.

“You were having a dream?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to tell me about it? Was it The Upside Down?”

“No. No not Upside down.”

“Oh,” Steve lets his eyes drift closed again, settling down onto his pillow, rubbing comfortingly slow sleepy circles on Eddie’s tummy until Eddie takes his hand.

“The grocery store.”

Steve yawns, “the grocery store?” He asks, now nearly back to sleep.

“Yeah...Eddidie- Eddie- I,” Eddie swallows thickly. It’s been a while since Eddie’s referred to himself in the third person like that, and it’s probably been three weeks since he’s said his name with a stutter. Steve opens his eyes again, moving closer, more alert. Whatever it was has really shaken Eddie. He turns on the pillow to look at Steve, brown eyes all big in the darkness, catching the light with that strange silver flash, “every loaf, all...ends,” he explains, clearly distressed at the thought.

“Every loaf?” Steve asks, “they were all heels?”

Eddie nods, “you asked me for bread and...all heels. I look and look. Couldn't...find.”

“That does sound kind of stressful, actually,” and Eddie knows Steve doesn’t like the heel of the loaf. The ‘ends’ are Eddie’s favorite, so that works out.

Eddie nods, snuggling close. Well, he snuggles close for all of a minute before he’s climbing out of bed, “need to pee.”

Steve pulls the covers up over his head in preparation; Eddie leaves the en suite door wide open and turns on the light heedless of the time and if Steve’s sleeping or not. Steve hears the click of the light, the creak of the seat, Eddie peeing. The water splashing as Eddie washes his hands, and then, after, the light clicking off again. Steve lowers the covers once it’s safe.

It’s gone six AM; Steve’s pretty sure he won’t be going back to sleep, “you want to get up?”

Eddie hums, “yes. Read book.”

“Good idea. I can watch some TV.”

“Bring comforter?”

“You’re a genius.”

The couch really isn’t comfortable for sleeping, but Steve finds himself dozing while he half watches the TV. Eddie’s propped up at the other end, their legs tangled together under the warm blankets.

“Stevie love? Word?”

“Sure,” Steve yawns, “letters?” Eddie spells out the word slowly, and Steve frowns, “brillig? What the fuck is brillig? Give it here.”

Eddie just slithers under the covers, climbing up Steve to pop up at his end of the couch, half on top of him. Steve holds the book open one handed while Eddie settles under his arm, “T’was brillig, and the slithy toves…Eddie I don’t have a clue what any of this means. What the fuck is a Jabberwocky anyway?” Steve flips the cover, “Through The Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There. Oh. Like Alice in Wonderland? I mean, I wouldn’t normally suggest this to you, it feels irresponsible, but maybe we should forget this book and watch the movie instead? Just this once.”

“Okay. But read it?”

“I...okay. But don’t expect me to understand any of this.”

By the time, ‘he went galumphing back,’ Eddie has has decided to take the opportunity to get ahead on the kissing game, soft lips tracing a path up and down the side of Steve’s neck, finding the nice spot behind Steve’s ear, making Steve sigh and give up, “you’re very distracting.”

Eddie hums, “bed now?”

Steve drops the book down the side of the couch, pulling Eddie on top of him, “we can stay here,” he says, leaning up for a kiss.

“Sex? Here?” Eddie whispers, clearly scandalized, “not sex in bed?”

Steve snorts a laugh, “we can have sex wherever we want. Well, you know, within reason. Actually if we’re outside and people see us, that’s probably something Hopper would arrest us-”

“Outside?” Eddie sits up, pointing to, ‘outside,’ needing to clarify what Steve means.

Steve frowns, thinking. “I guess we’ve never had sex anywhere else, have we?”

“No. Here? Now?”

“Yeah. Need to get a condom though, give me a minute.”

“Take clothes off?”

“Yeah,” Steve slips out from under Eddie and the covers, “I like how you think.”

Eddie’s nude under the comforter when Steve gets back, his sleep clothes strewn carelessly on the floor, so he strips himself before he slips in, crawling up and settling on top of Eddie.

His hairs all fluffed up now; at an awkward length where it covers the tips of his ears, but poofs up everywhere, not yet having the weight to start growing downwards. Eddie won’t let Steve trim or clip it or anything, insistent he wants to grow it as long as it was before. Steve figures it’s growing pretty fast though, it might make it back to Eddie’s shoulders for Christmas. It’s much more human feeling now too, still ridiculously thick, but not the almost rope like stuff he had before.

Eddie’s tummy is a little rounder too, his ribs and joints not quite so protruding. He has scratchy hair grown in on his shins and calves; the outside of his thighs. Not inside though, and still no pubic hair, or chest hair, at all. The little hair he does have on his arms is soft and sparse; kind of downy, and practically invisible.

It’s easy now for Steve to reach between them, letting his hardening cock rest against Eddie’s slit as Eddie’s legs come up to bracket them, “dining room?” He asks, in between kisses, and Steve snorts a laugh.

“Sure,” Steve’s hand wonders between them again, a fingertip tracing Eddie’s slit, rubbing up and down the top inch or so before Eddie’s cock slithers out to greet him, the black head nudging and wriggling against Steve’s fingers. “Pretty sure the table would hold you. Or you know, you could stand, I could bend you over.”

The petals open, grasping and closing in excitement, “you...behind me?” Eddie asks, frowning but clearly titillated by the idea.

“Uh hu. There’s lots of ways really, we can try now, if you want?”

“Many ways?” Eddie hips shift, and he makes a soft noise as Steve rubs the pad of his thumb over the open head of Eddie’s dick.

“You could get on top,” Eddie’s hips kick, the head of his dick gripping real tight for a moment, “you like that idea, huh?”

“Yes. Why not before?”

Steve hums, “I dunno I just…there’s been...a lot. And, all this is new and...you’re, you know. This is new for me too, I guess. So there’s that. I just didn’t want to hurt you, baby. I wanted to be sure about what we’re doing. Plus, you’re a lot better now, you know? Getting stronger.”

Eddie nods, “try stuff now. I’m ready.”

“Good baby. That’s good,” Steve leans down for kisses, “then tomorrow you can learn to ride a bike.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in horror, “no. I’ll fall over.”

“Probably,” Steve kisses him again, slow and sweet, still gently playing with the head of Eddie’s dick, “but we will stay on the grass, where it’s soft.”

Eddie grumbles into the next kiss, but reaches down to grip Steve’s now hard cock, stroking, “in the shower?”

“Huh?”

“Sex. In the shower?”

“Uhm,” Steve thrusts once into Eddie’s grasp, leaving a sticky smear on Eddie’s hip, “in my experience it’s not great. Easy to slide over, and the water will wash your...you know, your wet away. But we can. Everyone should try it once, I guess.”

Eddie’s eye’s light up suddenly, his hand gripping Steve’s dick but sitting still, forgotten for a moment, “in the car?”

Steve huffs a laugh, “sure. We’d have to go and park somewhere private though, so no one sees.”

“Not get arrested,” Eddie nods along in agreement.

“Yeah, you got it. I also don’t want Hopper knocking on the window and seeing me bare assed.”

Eddie laughs big, mouth wide, head thrown back, slightly too pointy teeth on display. Steve thrusts into his hand, against his hip, reminding Eddie what they’re doing. He gets with the program pretty quick, giving Steve a squeeze and another stroke, and it isn’t long before Steve is asking, “do you want just this, or do you want me in?”

“In. Want to try different.”

“Okay,” Steve pulls his hips back, letting his cock fall from Eddie’s grasp so he can concentrate on getting Eddie off. Steve’s never even tried to penetrate Eddie without getting him off first; Eddie can take a finger, but he’s too dry for anything else. The feel of Eddie’s cock gripping at his thumb is familiar now, the wriggle of Eddie’s dick where it’s gently caged in Steve’s grip. When Eddie starts wriggling, looking for more, Steve leans back, letting a good drip of spit land on his thumb, smearing it against the softly bobbled flesh there.

Eddie always seems to come pretty fast after that, usually pretty much straight away, really, and now is no exception. His hips buck and then press down into the cushions, thighs trying to pull together. He makes sweet little noises, little ‘oh’s and moans as Steve works them though it, letting him go once the petals relax from their twitching.

Steve leans down for a kiss, Eddie obliging clumsily. “What do you want to try?”

“I on top?”

“Sure thing, come on. But that’s a ‘me’ baby, not an ‘I’.”

“Me on top,” they shift around, the comforter falling down to pool around Eddie where he sits up on Steve’s thighs, his dick half out and hanging limply, the petals closed now, Eddie watches as Steve retrieves the condom, “I’ll try?”

“Uhm...okay. But you’ve got to be really careful with your nails, okay? You’ll tear it.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah...I mean, probably not but. It’s safer, until I get tested, I don’t want to make you sick.”

“Tested tomorrow?” Eddie says, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of the foil wrapper. He tears it carefully, maneuvering the condom so that he doesn’t accidentally get it with his nails.

“I’ll make an appointment, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie does a good job, squeezing the end between his knuckles rather than his fingertips like Steve does, but it works fine. He rolls it down to the base, Steve sighing at the pressure, the feel of Eddie stroking him.

Eddie stops again, suddenly, looking at Steve wide eyed, “the tent.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “tent sex huh? That’s what gets your motor running?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a freak Munson, honestly.”

Eddie snorts a laugh, “want your dick in me, Harrington?”

Steve laughs in answer, “yeah. Kinda’.”

“Okay. I got it,” it’s a little awkward, Eddie working out how to keep Steve’s dick pointed straight up as he finds his hole by feel, the head of Steve’s cock dragging along the jelly slick slit. It’s hot to watch, and Steve can’t drag his eyes away from the sight, his hands resting loosely on Eddie’s hips, just in case he needs the support. He doesn’t though, he’s fine where he is, steady on his knees, straddling Steve on the couch. Eddie’s dick has nearly disappeared again now, the top of his slit bowed open by just the rounded black head.

He sinks down slowly, the soft clutch of his inside’s gripping Steve firm but soft as he slides down with...quite a loud squelching noise. The thick wetness that Eddie produces being displaced by Steve’s cock, dripping down Steve’s balls and the crease of his thigh.

Eddie sits fully in the cradle of Steve’s thighs with a sigh, “you okay?”

Eddie nods, pressing his tummy, “more full?”

“Yeah, feels deeper.”

“Deeper,” Eddie nods in agreement, before shifting a little. He starts with a little rocking, back and forth, figuring out what he wants to do, before he fully sits again and gives a little side to side shuffle.

Steve just waits, enjoying the sensation of Eddie wriggling around on his dick, resisting the urge to thrust up. Eddie figures things out slowly, trying different things, smiling down at Steve when Steve shifts, or make a noise. Like it’s another game Eddie’s figuring out how to win.

He eventually lifts up, just a little, before rocking back down again. Steve can’t help moving, bending his knees, shifting his hips to adjust, “still okay?” He likes watching Eddie move over him like this, his short fluffy curls bouncing. Steve strokes long lines up Eddie’s body, thumbs spread inward, rubbing across the place Eddie’s nipples would be if he had them, and back down. It doesn’t provoke any reaction from Eddie really, but Steve knows how much he just likes to be touched, to have Steve stroke across his skin.

Eddie lifts up further than he has before, cautiously dropping before he lifts up again, repeating with more confidence. Steve sighs, and shifts, the familiar pull starting to gather in his groin, everything tightening as Eddie really starts to move. He’s going a little pink on his cheeks from exertion, hands spread now on Steve’s tummy for balance, black nails tiny pricks of sensation.

Steve clenches both ass cheeks, determined not to move and dislodge Eddie, no matter how badly he wants to thrust upward.

And then Eddie stops, movements trailing off, frowning, “it hurts.”

Steve blinks up at him, the orgasm receding again as they sit still, “where baby? You need me out?”

Eddie shakes his head, “not out, my legs,” he frowns down at them, a little disgusted, like they’ve betrayed him, “can’t...go more.”

“Oh yeah. That’s okay, we need to work on your stamina, you’re fine, these things take time.”

Eddie rubs his thighs, “okay.”

“You know what would help?”

“What?”

“Bike rides.”

Eddie makes a noise of absolute disgust, lip curling at the thought, “I not need to ride a bike. I can drive a car!”

“Uh hu,” Steve chuckles, getting his knees bent and using his heels for purchase, he gets Eddie by the hips, tipping him forward and thrusting up, just once, “this okay?”

“Yes. Good.”

“Okay, you say if you want me to stop.”

Eddie answers with a kiss, and Steve finds his rhythm again, thrusting up into Eddie, jelly like come really sliding down now, coating Steve’s cock and probably dripping onto the couch beneath them. Steve can go quicker than Eddie could, picking up the pace, loud squelching noises from Eddie’s hole. Eddie’s teeth scrape ever so softly against the side of Steve’s neck, against the lobe of his ear as Steve closes his eyes and chases his orgasm.

Steve’s orgasm comes roaring back, like it knows it was denied once it banks twice as fast, his stomach tight, thighs twitching as he comes into the condom, gripped by Eddie’s body.

Steve slumps back down with a satisfied noise, Eddie chasing him for more kisses.

Part TwentySix

[chloe-skywalker]

Teach Me - Eddie Munson Part #1

Eddie Muson x Fem!Reader!Byers

Warnings: Stranger Things

Word count: 489

Summary: Y/n wants to understand what her little brother is always talking about when he talks about D&D. She does know someone that could teach her

Authors Note: This has a part 2 already done! (Just not typed yet)

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Y/n sat there driving listening to Will talk about their recent D&D campaign. Y/n was nodding along pretending to understand everything he was talking about, but the truth was she didn’t have a clue. She wished she did, but she didn’t.

“Are you coming tonight? You’ll see what I’m talking about.” Will asked excited that his big sister might come.

“Maybe. I need to talk to someone before I know.” Y/n tells him as they pull up to the school parking lot.

“Okay.” Will answered before leaving for his own middle school as Y/n got out and headed to the high school.

Y/n tried to think of how she was going to ask Eddie Munson to teach her about D&D. He was the only person she could think of that would be able to teach her about it without Will finding out. She eventually settled for slipping a note in his locker to meet up after school.

Eddie got the note and he was confused but also very interested. So after school Eddie went to where the note said to meet.

“Well, well, well not who I expected.” Eddie teased upon seeing who he was meeting.

“Who’d you expect?” Y/n asked nervously biting her nails.

“Not someone whose brother plays the game.” Eddie tells her honestly and he was confused but not disappointed.

“Can I be honest?” Y/n looks at him biting her lip anxiously.

“Go ahead, I'm all ears.” Eddie nods moving to sit down, giving her all his attention.

“I don’t understand a word he says. He talks to me like I do and I nod along and say I know but I don’t.” Y/n’s referring to her little brother and Eddie understood her. 

“But you want to.” Eddie concluded with a smile, he found it nice that she wanted to do this for her little brother.

“Yeah.” Y/n let out a breath relieved he understood.

“And you want me to teach you?” Eddie asked, raising a brow pointing to himself.

“Please?” Y/n pleaded.

“Of course princess.” He bowed comically, making Y/n laugh and all the tension disappear.

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“Eddie, this has been very helpful. Thanks.” Y/n told him after week’s of him teaching her, she was very grateful for his patience and teaching her.

“I’m glad I could help.” Eddie smiled at her. Eddie had enjoyed spending time with Y/n. He would admit that he had dragged out the lessons so they would last longer. And to his credit he dragged it out for 2 months, almost 3.

“Would you wanna go get a milkshake sometime?” Eddie asked meaning up like his uncle told him to when he admitted that he liked Y/n.

“I’d love to.” Y/n smiled at him accepting his offer of what they both knew was a date.

It was the start of a very good relationship.

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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[supersecretnerd]

Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch

[konfizry]

which one is it then

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

#dang it do i have a new oc now

Sounds like!! I'd love to hear more if you've got it!

(referring to my tags on this post)

You will meet a stranger, sometimes, if you make a habit to frequent taverns, inns, halls for game, or even the one tree where the young Bracegirdle cousins sneak off to play marbles. Well, you will like as not meet many strangers, except in the last case, but this one will be different. Or perhaps you get lucky, and don't frequent such places, but find yourself in one unexpectedly, and meet them regardless.

Everyone in Gondor knows someone who knows someone who met Lady Luck, no one has met her themself. If you do, starry-eyed romantics say, you'll be blessed with good fortune for all your days. The pragmatists tell you you'll be blessed with the good sense to discern a scam.

He may smirk at you after winning a bet, some dark-haired man, using his earnings to buy a round for the bar. It's always a different man, but it always goes to Alwed's tab. It keeps the crowd from getting too rowdy, even if the more superstitious get on edge.

No one remembers meeting them the first time, but dwarves with common sense avoid Audr's shell games and silver-toothed smile- you always win, but it's never worth it.

A woman with greying-gold hair and stiff fingers might call herself Eadrun, and challenge you to a game of dice. Few decline, and far fewer win.

For as few elves remain in Middle Earth, the one who calls himself Herendil and laughs as though his name is a joke should be recognizable. He seems young and lighthearted in a way most have lost, but he will play you cards, win just as much as he loses, and disappear, never recognized.

A hobbit-lass may giggle, red curls gleaming in the sun, and introduce herself as Peony Sandheaver, her family is visiting from Bree, and she wants to see how Shire-hobbits play Jacks.

Sometimes an orc prays over a set of knucklebones, knowing that at least one god will hear one prayer. Orcs have little luck in battle, but uncanny luck with dice.

There are countless stories, just as many true as not. Countless names, far more unnamed figures, always just out of place enough wherever they are to be interesting and promise new tales, never enough to provoke suspicion, not at first.

Even those in the Blessed Realm may find this dark-eyed stranger. Always dark-eyed, like bottles of dark glass. They stop by Aulë's workshop on occasion, to learn and suggest and play new games. They never win the first round, but most have the sense not to bet anything they aren't willing to lose on the second.

Oromë's people call them Umbarnica with a laugh and a toast in welcome. They thrive in the drunken revels after a successful hunt, sharp as ever as they dance from game to game, cackling at ill-advised propositions offered as collateral for or against a bet. Usually this means them winning to avoid it, a frequent enough occurrence as-is, but every now and then they'll decide to let someone get lucky. The bragging rights are the real reward.

And there are no guarantees with this stranger. No way to ensure their favor, though many ways to get their attention, few good. They like irony, take pleasure in hubris reaching its fall. They love superstition, even if they don't always honor it, and they love stories. There are gods that can be mistaken for kind, they are not one of them, created to serve the king the Dark Lord could have been. Their favorites are fickle, their grudges subtle but long-held. They love cheaters, unless they're at the end of the attempt. They will always catch you, and you will always regret it. They slink through candle-shadows and pipe-smoke, grinning, dance in town squares turned to faire grounds, curl up on comfy chairs indoors on rainy days.

But sometimes, in these days, you won't meet a stranger at all. Sometimes your storyteller will get a bright-dark glint in their eyes, and some dice will roll strangely high and some dice will roll strangely low and either way the story will be better for it. And if the next time the group meets you need to take a moment to remind the storyteller exactly what happened last session, well. That's why you take notes.

So pray to the dice-god, card-master, quick-sighted. It might do you no good, but they love superstition, and they love stories. And when you play a dark-eyed stranger, don't cheat at cards.

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[xbraveheartx]

Honestly kind of glad over the immense feeling of despair that comes with trying to find LoP merch? Because it truly just means... Neowiz had a passion for their game, having focused all energies on creating it rather than trying to market something to people.

It shows their love and dedication to their game rather than wanting to make a profit from merch (I'm looking at you, indie horror scene).

They believed in their creation, and as a result, we all want the merch that'll inevitably be made in the future for us. That's the difference between making something out of love, and making something out of profit.

[hecksupremechips]

Girl like. The reason he said "this is how it should be" and faced death with a smile....is cuz he wanted to die. For 2 years he sat there thinking he was worthless and deserved to die. If he hadn’t be shot, his death would’ve been suicide, he was fully planning to die in a gutter somewhere undetected. When saying "this is how it should be" hes literally saying "don’t cry because I’m dying, my death is a good thing actually because I fucking suck and you are better off without me". I don’t think that’s badass even slightly, it’s actually really sad and really shitty. Shinjiro is so convinced that he deserves to die and hates the idea of anyone giving a shit about him because he literally can’t wrap his mind around the idea that he will be missed when he’s gone, that his death is a bad thing actually. And his last words were meant to be comforting because he fully did not intend for anyone to be there when he died, he intended to die alone, so he says them as a reminder that he’s not worth crying over

Personally, if it were me, if I was holding my dying best friend in my arms who was deeply depressed and suicidal and he said "this is how it should be" uh. I wouldn’t admire him for it??? Like am I losing my mind when I say the way this game handles Shinji is bad or is anyone else seeing this too 😰

[cmonangel]

okay so i finally read a ballad of songbirds and snakes which led to me rereading the hunger games trilogy over the past week (SO GOOD i could make a whole other post) but then i thought it would be a good idea to watch the movies but then literally started sobbing from the beginning and started again every time single time they showed rue before the games even started or anything

[arklay]

tagged by @leviiackrman @denerims @shadowglens @risingsh0t & @indorilnerevarine to make some of my oc pairings in this picrew – thank you guys so much ily! ♡

🐍 diana afanasyeva x 🕶️ albert wesker (re)  💋 ada wong x ⛓️ damien maynard (re) 🌻 mehlia tabris x ⚔️ zevran arainai (da) 🚁 dani haines x 🕊️ claire redfield (re)

tagging: @aartyom @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @faarkas @girlbosselrond @jillvalcntines @lightwardens @morvaris @narshadda @nocticulas @noonfaerie @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who’d like to do this! i feel like everyone’s been tagged, but if you haven’t then i’m tagging you! ♡

[todayisafridaynight]

grabbing rainbow sherbet vodka for the stream because I know it's what ichi would want 🤞

bro grabbing that fucking super mario vodka what the shit 😭

[shadowbelle94]

Just to let y’all know, if Neil and Craig put Ellie in the shed in season 2, I stg I’m gonna lose every single one of my marbles

[parasolids]

i am having a genuine core memory type of bad day today like serious SERIOUS things are going down and i missed a flight because genuine life changing events are happening and got put on standby for another which got delayed multiple times til i would’ve missed my connecting flight home and anyways it was overbooked so i didn’t make it on, and then now five hours after they left me at the airport im finally heading home and i was like “well at least i can eat the fries i bought that i didn’t get to eat yesterday” but my useless cousin who has not only been completely useless through this weeks long ordeal but has also been making things worse stepped in and ate the whole giant box of fries cause he “thought we were leaving” even though my mom clearly left half her stuff behind at the house and told him we did not make our flight so she was going to stay in town and try and get me home and also this whole situation (except for the fries) is straight up my fault cause i didn’t wanna get out of bed for 20 minutes when we woke up and like normally this would be fine especially since i went to bed at 2 am packing suitcases and then had to wake up at 7 and also slept super poorly anyways but i still have no self discipline and everything has gone wrong because of that