#thats the 3rd table this week..

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene

james potter x reader

this is not a good fic for james.. (love him tho) and my remus bias is SHOWING. i love lily. no lily hate.

jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene i'm begging of you please don't take my man jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene please don't take him just because you can

a small part of you knew that, although you were the one dating james potter, lily evans still held a place in his heart. i mean it was sad right? someone you were in love with, someone you were dating, was in love with someone else. but for some reason you had grown accustomed to it, was this stupid of you? yes, maybe. but you didn't want to lose james, as both a boyfriend and a friend. so it felt like a logical thing.

you knew lily evans didn't like james either, not even as a friend. she hated the boy. you thought back to the gossip you had had with her, marlene and dorcas when they found out you were dating him.

"merlin y/n, james?" lily had whispered-shouted the very night she found out that you were dating him.

"hey.. he's not that bad." you chuckle.

"that's not gonna convince her, it's a well known fact lils hates james." marlene laughs.

"that's true." you respond.

"and i thought you liked remus anyway." lily teases.

"that was in like 3rd year, i've been over that ages." you feel your face heat. sure you had liked moony once, but you had liked james for a while now.

"he's better than james though, seriously you can do better y/n." lily tells you.

you giggle, but then see dorcas with a confused look on her face.

"you alright dorcas?" marlene raises an eyebrow.

"yeah i just.. i have a question." dorcas speaks up.

you nod at her to speak.

"when did james get over lily? i'm not saying he doesn't like you of course y/n, but up until the other week, he was obsessed with her." dorcas thinks aloud, in all fairness, asking the question on everyones lips.

you sigh.

"i asked him that, he told me he was trying to deflect the fact that he really liked me, and he was too nervous to flirt with me so flirted with lily instead to hide his true feelings." you mutter, now realising that james' reasoning was.. maybe not the best.

"aww thats cute y/n.." marlene sees the look on your face and tries to comfort you.

"yeah." you smile, weakly.

"and don't worry y/n, i would never go anywhere near potter. and i think he does like you and not me." lily reassures you.

noticing your discomfort, the girls changed the subject, but you couldn't nudge the feeling of doubt in your chest. now that you thought about it, james' reasoning felt a bit.. excuse like? but no, he asked you out, not lily. so he must like you?! relationships were complicating; you guessed you'd have to wait to see how things played out.

your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

"hello gorgeous." james grins at you cheekily, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take a seat next to him at the gryffindor table.

"guys do we really need to be doing this at eight o'clock in the morning." sirius fake gags. you stick your tongue out at him in response, causing him to laugh.

"just cos you're lonely padfoot." james chuckles.

sirius playfully rolls his eyes at him, and you see remus looking at you from the other side of the table. you smile at him which he returns but looks away quickly, feeling like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

james wraps an arm around your waist, and starts telling you whatever new prank him and sirius were planning on snape.

"and then we were planning to turn his hair green." he smiles at you.

"poor snape." you tease.

"what? you planning on leaving me for snivellus?" james raises an eyebrow, playfully.

"of course." you respond chuckling.

your playful banter was interrupted by lily approaching you, carrying your transfiguration book. of course, you invited her to sit with yourself and the marauders but she didn't like to be near james for long periods of time.

"y/n, you left this in our dorm this morning." she smiles at you and hands you the book.

you smile back. she looked extra pretty today, her green eyes sparkling, her auburn hair shiny. it made you feel a little self-conscious.

"thanks lils, what would i do without you?" you laugh.

"you wouldn't be able to cope, that's for sure." lily smiles at you, giving you a wave, heading back to her own seaat.

"thank godric for that, mcgonagall would've been fuming-" you turn back to james, your words faltering seeing his face.

his face was bright red and he looked distracted as he gazed off into the distance. you followed his gaze to see what was wrong with him. then you realised. james was looking at lily. and he had a stupid goofy smile on his face. what a prick! he was YOUR boyfriend.

"james, are you okay?" you snap him out of his daze.

"yeah yeah, perfectly fine love." he turns back to you, his blush fading.

then it was as if everything was back to normal. sirius, james and peter engaging back into their normal conversation. you were quieter however. remus remained quiet as well, noticing the dejected look on your face. he gave you a comforting smile across the table and you gave him a weak one in return.

at that moment, you wished nothing more to be lily evans.

your smile is like a breath of spring your voice is soft like summer rain and i cannot compete with you jolene.

"i don't want to feel like a second choice to you james! i love you." you sighed. this was yours and james's first argument. and you HATED it.

"i love you too y/n, of course you're not my second choice!" james tries to comfort you.

"i just feel like you're just settling for me because lily doesn't like you!" you admitted.

"well that's not true y/n, i told you.. i was using lily to coverup my feelings for you." james lets out a exasperated sigh.

"sometimes it doesn't feel that way james, i don't want to be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her (iykyk)" you rub your forehead with your hand.

"y/n.." james puts his arm around you. "it's you i'm dating.. not evans. don't be jealous!"

you scoff. "of course i'm jealous, she's beautiful and you were obsessed with her long before dating me."

"and i'm not anymore. just drop it y/n. i love you not her." james frowns.

you sigh and cave in.

"i don't like arguing with you james." you say, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"i don't like arguing with you either y/n" he sighs, and pulls you closer.

you couldn't stop thinking about lily though. you were friends with her, and she would never intentionally hurt you. you knew deep down james still liked her, feelings don't go away that easy.

he talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing i can do to keep from crying when he calls your name jolene

gryffindor house were infamous for throwing the best parties. and tonight was living proof. gryffindor had just won a quidditch match against slytherin which of course meant a big celebration. and of course, your boyfriend and captain of the team james potter was the main centre of attention.

"he's nuts." you shake your head at sirius, when you see james dancing and obnoxiously singing to dancing queen by abba in the middle of the common room.

"he's bloody brilliant." sirius takes a sip of firewhiskey, chuckling.

the man in question headed towards you.

"y/n, would you care to join me." he jokingly bows down, holding his hand out for you to take.

"indeed i would." you giggle and take his hand.

he pulls you to the middle of the common room, twirling you around/ you laugh and join in singing and dancing. you could tell he was a little drunk but you didn't mind.

as the party went on, you had somehow lost contact with james. he was a social butterfly of course, probably talking to his friends. you yourself were stood with marlene, dorcas and lily, sipping your drinks, giggling at the antics of some of your housemates.

the party eventually thinned out, at about 3 in the morning, when mcgonagall told them to quiet down. eventually it was just you and as you looked towards the jukebox (which was playing jolene by dolly parton) remus carrying a half unconscious james.

you walked up to the two.

"he's drunk too much." remus chuckles.

"unsurprising, i'm sure he had already had about 4 firewhiskeys in the first hours." you smile affectionately at james.

remus notices your smile, and smiles wider.

"you don't usually come to parties, do you remus?" your question catches remus off guard.

"n-no i don't. just wanted to support my friends." he responds, knowing that was probably a good answer judging by the smile on your face.

you turn back to look at james.

"let's get you to bed ay?" you say, trying to wake him.

"l-lily?" james whispers, seemingly in his sleep.

your heart dropped. of course he was dreaming about lily.

"i'm not lily." you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

remus sees your face and is quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he probably doesn't know any better." he says.

you nod and sit down on one of the armchairs.

how could you ever compete with lily evans?

[staarb0y]

can you write a smut enemies to lovers with nick and make reader? like nick was readers bully in middle school and then they get almost all the classes that are the same in high school

Apology

Pairings: Nick Sturniolo x male reader

Warnings: Praise

Summary: Nick wants to apologize for how he treated you during your middle school years. You go to his house after school and he makes you feel better.

Word count: 2,940

a/n: I go to school in canada so middle school is grades 7-9 and high school is grades 10-12 and you have 4 periods a day. Also I hope you want a part 2 because you're getting one!

a/n 2: It wouldn't let me put Freak by Lana Del Rey but thats the fucking song I wanted so go listen!

When you walked into your first period english class and saw Nick Sturniolo sitting in one of the seats you instantly wanted to leave and not come back. He had bullied you all through your middle school years and made your life hell. When you realized the only empty seat left in the class was right next to him you felt even worse. You sat down not even acknowledging him, expecting to have something thrown at you, yelled at you, etc, but nothing. The teacher walked in and the class started, he was going over what your first assignment for the week would be when a note landed on your desk. A little crumpled up sticky note. You look up and see Nick staring at you. When he sees you looking back at him he immediately puts his head down. Weird behaviour coming from him you think to yourself. You open up the crumpled up sticky note and see his messy handwriting. 'Looking good today y/n ;)'

You grab your pen off your desk and write back 'thanks asshole.' You crumple it back up and throw it back onto his desk where it originated.

You knew you got hotter over the summer. You started working out, cleared up your skin, started eating better, and it showed. You got a new haircut that suited your face better and you started dressing how you wanted to. Today you were wearing a plain hoodie and jeans, along with some adidas sneakers. The hoodie was slightly small on you, so when you lifted your arms it showed off your waist.

When the bell rang signalling you to your 2nd period class, you got up and started navigating through the busy hallways. You're almost at your 2nd period when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Nick's facing you. "I wasn't joking with what I said y/n, you look really hot." Is he serious? "Thanks I guess... but why the fuck are you talking to me. You've treated me like shit the past 3 years." He looks at you with guilt, "I know, thats why I wanna talk to you after school. Would you walk home with me?" What the fuck. What changed, why's he acting like this. "Let me think about it." You turn around and walk away into the crowds of people in the hallway.

You sit down in your 2nd period art class and when you think you're gonna get a break from Nick he sits down at the other end of the table from you. "You're persistent," you say. He looks at you, "look I just wanna talk," he says.

You spend the rest of your day trudging through 3rd and 4th period trying to ignore Nick, who keeps following you to your classes. With your luck, he somehow manages to have the exact same schedule as you. As you look up at the clock for the 100th time in last period the bell rings. 'Fucking finally' you think to yourself as you get up and head to your locker. You get your stuff and walk out of the school ready to finally go home. As you start the walk home you hear Nicks voice behind you.

"Hey y/n, can I walk with you now?" You forgot that Nick would be walking home with you. "Sure," you say. He catches up to you and walks next to you. "Y/n, I'm really sorry for how I treated you the last couple years. Over the summer I realized that I just felt bad about myself and I took it out on you and I'm sorry. I like you." What. I mean you always thought Nick was kinda hot even though he was shitty to you. You just weren't expecting this coming from him. "I wanna get to know you better, maybe I can try to fix how I've treated you in the past. Do you wanna come to mine? My parents aren't home and my brothers are gonna be at their friends." "Sure, how far's your house" "Just a few minutes from here."

As you walk with Nick you wonder if you're making the right decision. He's been a total dick to you for the past 3 years and now he wants to be friends with you. You arrive at his house and walk in, taking off your shoes as he closes the door behind you. "Come on," he says, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. You walk into the room and sit down on his bed. It's really comfy and his whole room kind of just has a comforting vibe to it. He sits down next to you on the bed. "I'm really sorry y/n, I wish I could go back in time and stop myself. I hope this helps make up for it." He grabs your face and brings his lips to yours, kissing you softly. He pulls away, "was that ok?" You answer him by pulling him back in and kissing him deep. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers are tangled in his hair as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You deepen the kiss, whimpering into Nicks mouth as he tongue fucks you. You slowly pull away panting when Nick pushes you onto his bed, laying you down. You look up and see Nick undoing your belt, and then pulling down your jeans.

If you wanna suck me off so bad can we atleast get into a more comfortable position. He turns red in the face, "yeah of course." You kick your jeans off your ankles, left in just your boxers. You pull your hoodie off over your head revealing your defined figure. You climb further onto his bed and under his covers, now lying under his multiple cozy blankets. He climbs in next to you and scoots down, lying fully covered by his blankets. Just his head is visible in between your thighs as he kisses the growing bulge in your boxers. He grabs your waistband and pulls down your boxers, taking them completely off and chucking them onto his floor next to your jeans.

"Fuck you're big y/n." He grabs your dick and starts to tongue at your tip, tracing wet circles on it. He takes your dick into his mouth, getting about halfway down before he goes back up and sucks on your tip. "Mmh fuck Nick. Fuck your door has a lock right?" He pulls off your dick, jerking you off to make up for the loss of the warmth of his mouth. Slick noises fill the room as he moves his hand up and down your length. "Yeah it does, and no one's gonna be home for hours anyway so don't worry about it. Just let me make you feel good ok?" That he is. He puts his mouth back on your dick, bobbing up and down quickly as his hand does the rest of the work at your base. "Oh fuck Nick your mouth feels incredible please don't stop!" He goes faster with his mouth, making your tip start to feel a little sensitive. His hand starts to move a little easier with his spit lubing it up. You feel your precum start to drip into his mouth. He does too, wanting to suck every last drop of it out of you. He milks your dick for more, sucking hard and lapping his tongue up and down your length in sync with his head. He moans around your dick, vibrations adding to the pleasure as his lips tighten. He feels more of your precum drip onto his tounge, swallowing the salty consistency. "Nick fuck," you groan out as his free hand cups your balls, fingers grazing your taint. You whimper and pant as you feel your orgasm coming on, "mh Nick I think I'm gonna cum." He pushes his head down your length, trying to take you to the base. He does but not without gagging a bit, your dick getting swallowed by the back of his throat. His nose is hitting your pubic bone as you shoot your cum down his throat. He sucks you through your orgasm, mouth remaining all the way down your dick as he sucks softly. He does this until you go soft in his mouth, he pulls off and looks up at you.

"You want a turn?" You ask, slightly out of breath. "Fuck yeah," he says, looking at you excited. You quickly switch positions, you now laying in between his thighs. You pull down the slutty grey sweatpants he was wearing, "No underwear, really?" He smiles as you pull the sweatpants down far enough for you to access his dick. You grab his already hard dick and start to jerk him off, making him let out soft pants and whimpers. You lick his tip as you keep jerking him off, quickening the pace on his dick. "Y/n fuck you're good at this" he says in between pants as you keep licking his tip. You tongue at his slit making him let out a loud whimper. You wrap your lips around his length and slowly sink down, taking him inch by inch. "Ah fuck good job you feel so good." You wrap your tongue around his length and suck, salivating all over his dick. You feel yourself blush from the praise he was giving you. You pull your lips up to his tip and then down quickly, starting to bob your head on him. You start to grind your hips into the mattress below you, whimpering softly around his dick. "Good boy y/n," you make him moan as you suck him, quickening the pace of your head on his dick. You grab his balls with one of your hands as you continue to suck him, fingers brushing against his taint. You use your other hand to jerk him off at the base, making up for the last 2 inches out of his 6 that you couldn't quite take into your mouth. "Mm fuck y/n such a good boy for me keep going." You feel yourself blush some more as you continue, starting to taste his bitter precum in your mouth. You grind into the bed as you suck harder trying to pump more out of him, bobbing your head a little lower every time you come back down, trying to reach his base. You feel his hands in your hair as he suddenly holds your head firmly in place, thrusting into your mouth. You moan around him as he pulls out to his tip and thrusts all the way back in, pubes hitting your nose as you take him all the way. You grind harder into his bed, dick twitching while you suck him. He keeps fucking up into your mouth, holding you in place. You grip onto his thighs as more precum spills into your mouth. You swallow it down quickly begging for more. He rests his hips down on the bed and controls your head instead, letting your head do the work while he trys not to cum too quick. He has a firm hold on your hair as he pulls you up before quickly pushing you back down to the base of his dick. Your spit is dripping down his balls to his taint as he fucks your mouth. You can feel him deep in your throat as moans spill out of his mouth. He continues using your head as a toy, cursing under his breath as he moans out your name. You tighten your mouth around him, and he moans out loud, "fuck, just like that please don't stop y/n please." You keep your mouth tight around him as he controls your head, dick throbbing in your mouth. He fucks up into you a few more times before he cums hard into your throat. "Fuck y/n mmh," moans are falling out of his mouth uncontrollably as he rides out his high, gripping your hair tight as he uses your mouth. "Fuck y/n that was so good, your mouth is so good." You keep sucking him, slowing down and sucking softly on him as he goes limp in your mouth. He pulls out of your mouth slowly, a strand of saliva connecting his tip to your tongue.

You pull up those grey sweatpants he had on, climbing on top of him still naked. You pull him into a kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans into you as he can taste himself on your tongue. Your spit slides into his mouth as he grabs your ass, groping you. He begins to fight back with his tongue, ultimately winning when his tongue is exploring your mouth. His arms wrap around your neck, holding you in place. Your laying on him naked when his tongue slides deeper into your mouth. You start to suck lightly on it, making him whimper into your mouth. You swallow the mix of spit in your mouth, moaning as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. You melt into him as you make out, one of his hands reaching back down to your ass to grope you. You swear his tongue has touched every part of your mouth by the time you slowly pull away.

You climb off him, grabbing your boxers off his floor and sliding them onto your thighs and up past your aching dick. "You want some of my sweatpants?" He asks. You nod and he grabs you some out of his dresser, handing them to you. You slide them on and now you're matching with him, both wearing grey. "Come here," he says. You walk over to his bed, he's sitting on the edge of it, legs open. You walk up to him and he places his hands on your waist, pulling you on top of him and onto the bed. "Cuddle with me y/n" he speaks softly into your chest. You obey his request as he lays up against one of the pillows on his bed, you resting your head on his stomach. "Is it ok if I sleep over Nick?" You ask, looking up at him. "Yeah of course, but my parents can't know ok? If they come upstairs hide under my bed." "Okay," you say, resting your head back onto his stomach. You reach for your phone, grabbing it and texting your mom.

Is it cool if I hangout with my friend tonight?

Yeah that's okay. Are you sleeping over there?

Yes

Ok

You put your phone down on his bed and close your eyes as your head rests on his stomach. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt you y/n. I hope I made up for it a bit just now," Nick says softly. "It's a start," you mumble. He plays with your hair as you fall asleep.

[thel8shift]

Hogwarts As A School

i saw someone else do this and our drs are vastly different in how hogwarts schooling is ran so i thought i’d post my version. i’ve been shifting to Hogwarts in a few different eras for years now and this is how school has always ran for me. i shift to a university style hogwarts btw, first 5 years are like undergrad, and then you can leave after 5th year if you don’t need it for your work. 6th and 7th years are the equivalent of grad school.

School Size

hogwarts is much smaller than many of you think

the castle itself is massive but the population is quite small

there’s about 280 students at Hogwarts give or take some. 10ish students per house, per year. my graduation class at hogwarts in 38 in my golden trio dr, and 45 in my marauders dr

the wizarding population of the uk is much smaller than you’d think it is

Classes

All classes are 2 times per week minus astronomy

astronomy is at midnight or later on different days for each year. Mondays are 2nd years, Tuesday is 3rd years, Wednesday is 1st years (as per the first book) Thursdays are 4th years, 5th years are Wednesdays at 1 am, 6th years are Tuesdays at 1am, 7th years are Mondays at 1am

classes start at 9am Monday through Friday and last class ends at 3pm

for your first two years, you don’t have any electives (per the books) so you have a lot more free time. out of 20 class slots (minus astronomy time) 13 are taking up for 1st years, and 12 for 2nd years, Flying being the extra class for 1st years

when your 3rd year comes, you must take at least 2 electives, but you can take up to 4 without needing a time turner like Hermiome in the 3rd book. 6 core classes plus 4 electives taking up all 20 class slots. (i am doing this in my 5th year and it’s HELL. but i want the OWLs so i suffer)

Testing

for final exams every year each class has a written test where you go over your theoretical knowledge of magic, and a practical test where you get to test the skills you’ve learned over the semester.

exams are taken twice a year in december and june with mid terms in october and march

OWLs are taken at the end of your 5th year, and then you take NEWTs at the end of your 6th year. you have to test at a certain level for each class to be able to take OWL/NEWT level classes

General Things

breakfast is from 7am to 8:30, lunch is from 12pm to 12:45, dinner is from 6 to 7:30

uniforms do not have to be worn for meals unless there is a special event

you also do not have to sit out your house table unless there is a special event

Sports/Clubs

club sign ups are always the second weekend back so around the middle of September

you can sign up for as many clubs as you like as long as you can balance them

you can also sign up for things like study groups or house study halls, Ravenclaw house study is on Wednesday after classes from 3:30 to 5:30

Quidditch try outs are always at the beginning of October, and the season starts the first weekend in November.

Canonically there’s only about 6 games of quidditch but that’s dumb so there’s quidditch most saturdays November to April with the games starting at around 10am

thats everything i can think of right now! if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask!

[xo-xojj]

Hold Me Close

(gif not mine)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: Reader gets sent back after hearing about Olivers experience at work.

Type: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Metions of suicidal thoughts, depression. Eating disorder metion. Reader has body dysmorphia And fluff at the end

Enjoy<3

It had been a long day for Oliver. He came back to his house and gors to his bedroom to see his boyfriend laying on his bed. He smiled softly dropping his bag down on the ground. He walked over to (y/n) kissing him softly then laying down next to him. “how was work. You seem stressed.” (y/n) said brushing a couple hairs out of Olivers face. “You read me like a book. Well since you asked it wasnt bad, I just got a call from someone who, uhm, i guess you could say they sounded like they were sinking. And i didnt really expect it to be honest. I was pretty embarrased because I wasnt really prepared to handle that today.

(y/n) frowned, as it was something that kinda tugged at his heart strings. He was now not in a good mood. And it wasnbt even Olivers fault. He asked how Olivers day was. He just wasnt prepared for that answer. Oliver could feel the obvious shift in the room. “Whats wrong, I mean i know it bummed me out but i didnt mean for-” “No, dont apologize, nor worry about it.“ (Y/n) cut oliver off. He gave oliver a soft kiss before getting up and going to the bathroom.

(Y/n), as usual, ate dinner with the Otto’s. He did this because his mother worked 3rd shift so it was easier just to eat with his boyfriends family instead of cooking himself. The Otto’s chatted as usual until Taylor brought up how (Y/n) was eating. He hadnt noticed he was eating a little fast, even though he could assume what from. He hadnt eaten a meal since last week. Just water and maybe a fruit before school. “Damn, your messing that up (y/n)“ Taylor said, obviously joking. But (Y/n) felt a nerve struck as he stopped. The dinner table was quiet as they all looked at (y/n). He swallowed his food with a guilty look on his face. Oliver looked at his boyfriend with confusion on why he wasnt talking. (y/n) suddenly stood up amd excused himself to the bathroom. The whole family looked at eachother witg confused facea. They were used to jokes with eachother. What happened now?

It was finally the weekend and Oliver couldnt stop thinking about (y/n) ever since what happened Wednesday. And it was the last time they had talked. Oliver went over to (y/n)’s house. He knocked and there his boyfriend was. “hey!“ Oliver said hopeful. “whats up“ (y/n) said. “can we talk if you dont mind, i dont wanna stand out here and talk because it kinda looks weird.“ Oliver said quickly. And (y/n) moved back so oliver could come in and closed the door behind him. The two sat down on the couch. “What happened Wednesday?“ Oliver askes sincerely. “Uhm nothing, why?-“ (y/n) gets cut off. “Dont bother lying, (y/n/n) I know something was up ever since i told you about what happened to me at work. And i doubt that what i told you was the main thing bothering you“ Oliver said. He placed a hand on (y/n)’s hand and squeezed it. “Talk to me, please.“ Oliver begged hating seeing his boyfriend like this. (y/n) started to break down in olivers shoulder. He sobbed and stayed like that for a couole minutes. Wetting Olivers blue shirt. Eventually (y/n) lifted his head up not looking up at his boyfriend until his boyfriend, Oliver made him look at him. “Talk to me (y/n)“ Oliver asked again. “I just uhm, felt kinda stupid. When i was 11 I had gained weught along side an eating disorder. I really hated the way i looked and at times i do now. And it uhm, got to a point where i had tried to.......“ (y/n) said stuttering. Now everything made sense to Oliver. Thats why he left the dining room, his bedroom, and kinda ghosted. He was embarrased. “Hey, if you dint want to you dont bave to say anymore. I get it“ Oliver said kissing (y/n) softly before holding him and rocking back n forth as he cried. “I just didnt wanna become a burden“ (Y/n) said and It broke Olivers heart a little. The person he truly loved with his whole heart had been through so much and he only knew a little. To hear his boyfriend call hinself a burden hurt oliver himself more than anything. “No. God no youd never be a burden. Thats what i do. And id be damned if i didnt do it for you. Im here for you.“ Oliver said. They cuddled there and they just stayed like that until they fell asleep. From then on Oliver Cherished his boyfriend and wanted to protect him with his whole life. He never wanted to see (y/n) hurt again.

[kichikichiko]

3rd times the charm

A/N: I THINK I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ISTG NDKDJSKFK

Scaramouche x fem!reader, modern AU, university AU, scaramouche swears a bit, sort of love at first sight?, proofread, LONG FIC COMING THROUGHH

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Scara first saw you in the hallways of the campus, later he found out that you were actually in the same classes as him, you took the same lectures and almost had the same schedule.

When he first saw you he didnt think much, just thought you were one of the only good looking people in the whole campus, it was just admiration he told himself.

However that admiration has turned into something more as the weeks go by. One of your professors has decided to give an individual assignment requiring everyone to make a 10 minute long presentation

Scara was planning to bail on it and not come to on the d day, but found out that presentation made up 30% of his final grade and had no choice but to do it and come to class to present, much to his dismay.

On the day of the presentation, he came in early like everyone else, sat down and revised his presentation. He midway through checking his presentation Scara decided to just play with his nails or look at the table

Because to him, the table was much more interesting to observe than anything else. in fact he'd to count all the little lines that are on the wooden table then revise his presentation.

One after another people started to present and the man started getting bored and sleepy. It felt like hours and it never seemed to end soon, Scara thought about going home and skip presenting, until he heard your voice as you started your presentation.

He verted his gaze away from the table to look at you.

With the amount of time given to present, he cant help but notice the little details from you. Your voice loud and clear for everyone to hear, confident enough to talk but, also nervous as you were subconciously playing with your fingers, eyes looking at the presentation then averting it to the audience, and the way you laughed, trying to answer the professors questions. The way your voice sounded sent butterflies to his stomach and he doesnt know why.

This was the only time he listened with full attention to someones presentation and he couldnt give an answer to why.

His attention was completely on you for a solid 10 minutes, only stopping when your presentation was finished and you were sent back to your seat.

Even then, his eyes followed your figure until you sat down,

The violet haired man sat a few rows behind you, and even if he couldnt see your face, his eyes never left your figure until the end of the lecture.

Whenever he knew you and him had class together, he would quickly get ready and make his way towards the campus. He took note that you always came 5 minutes after him, so next time he decided to come 5 minutes later than his usual time, just to be able maybe cross paths with you in the campus hallways. It never worked though, much to his dismay.

Thats alright, he'll try again, maybe he needs to find you not in the lecture room but during break time.

"1st times the charm" he'd mumble to himself.

Even so, during breaktime, if he just so happens to see you something would ALWAYS go south. Example, Scara sees you alone on a table outside, revising some notes? He'll muster up the courage to talk up to you. But he could never reach you without something fucking his plan.

One time he finally found you and his gaze never left you, meaning he wasnt aware of his surroundings. He tripped on a rock and fell face first. Immediately after he tripped and got stares from people around the man left, face completely red from embarrassment, hoping you didnt see the whole fiasco happening in front of you.

"2nd times the charm." He told himself one day, as he was getting ready for the day.

Well boy oh boy was he wrong. He saw you in the campus cafe drinking (beverage of choice). Again, his gaze on you and what happened this time? He bumped into someone, making their coffee ruin his outfit.

"FUCKING HELL!" Everyone quickly tried to find the source of such a loud scream, which means you did as well.

When he found out everyone was staring at him including you, he froze, looked at the person who's coffee spilled all over him, looked at everyone else, then at you and ran out again face red.

"....okay that was weird" you'd mumble to yourself, before focusing back to your laptop. You swore you saw his face somewhere, and tried to find out exactly "where" was.

Scara ran to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, not even bothering to clean up the coffee stain on his shirt.

The man was utterly and completely embarrassed by what just happened. He simply doesn't know if he has the guts to come to another class next time around when he is bound to meet you again. Because there is no way that you won't recognize his face after that whole Fiasco.

♡♡♡♡

Few days have gone by and Scara was close to just giving up. During lecture, he made sure to sit far far in the back where the possibilites of you seeing his face is close to 0.

Even after just a few days his mind was still replaying the scene in his head over and over again to the point where he could probably describe every single detail in a heartbeat.

There was no way 3rd times the charm.

Instead of going to the campus Cafe this time around he decided to go to a nearby cafe which was just a few blocks down the street.

He knew that you wouldn't be here anyways as you are usually in the campus Cafe. He was positively sure that he wouldn't see you here

But just as luck has it of course whatever he said wasn't true because the moment he heard a familiar voice he knew it was you instantly. Either way he looked up to see if it was actually you, praying it wasnt and he was just hallucinating.

Lo and behold, there you were, in the cashier ordering a drink.

Scaramouche started mentally kicking himself and started cussing at the world for doing this to him. He felt like, no, he KNEW that the world was mocking him for what happened to him and wanted to see it happen again live.

He wanted to leave but before he could he heard your voice starting to panic. Because he heard you panic his head whips back to you to see what the fuss was about

What he saw was you rummaging through your bag to find something which he could only guess was your wallet and in fact he wad right.

"Shit! I forgot my wallet!!" You said, panicking as you were worried you were holding up the line. You kept trying to find your wallet but to no avail, so you decided to cancel your drink and run back to your dorm to get your wallet and buy a drink in the campus Cafe instead.

Before you got the chance to cancel your order and apologize to the person behind the cashier Scaramouche whipped up his credit card and paid for your drink. The person behind the cashier took his card and ringed it up meanwhile you stared up at him and complete shock.

After the transaction was done and Scaramouche got his card back only then did you started talking

"y-you didnt have to that sir..." you mumbled a bit, mentally punching yourself for letting a stranger pay for your drink because you forgot your damn wallet.

Scara looked at you and shaked his head "it's no problem"

You widened your eyes as you finally recognize who this man was. You remember that he was in your lecture class and you paid attention to his presentation assigned to all of you a few weeks back. Although the way that he presented his presentation wasn't all the best, because he seemed uninterested and wanted to get the hell out of the class fast (which was true) you were enchanted by the way his voice sounds, and how attractive he looks.

You also remembered the incident inside the campus cafe, when he suddenly screamed out "FUCKING HELL" which shocked everyone.

Pointing at him, with curious eyes you asked him "Werent you the guy who screamed out in the campus cafe few days ago??"

With the way that he looks, and the way that he presented himself, you were sure he was going to cuss you out or gaslight you into thinking that never happened but instead you were met with him getting all flustered, taking you by surprise.

"Uhm. Maybe well uh... nevermind that. We dont talk about that okay? That never happened ever" he replied getting more and more red by the minute just thinking about it.

You laughed and nodded "well alright then, Im (name) ive also seen you in class before but nrver got your name"

God your laugh was attractive, he thought to himself before clearing his throat "Scaramouche."

"Well then scaramouche, would you be interested in having a drink with me as we chat? I mean were already here so might as well right...?" You suggested with a smile.

He gladly took your offer although did so in a way where it made him look uninterested,

He prayed that this time, things would go according to plan

After all,

3rd times the charm right?

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[rabbitholesitrippedon]

americans: You have 3 options, i would say 4, but some bloke took option 4 a few weeks ago and missed, so you only get 3 option 1: don't vote this enables the kind of facist shit that happens in "other countries" where "the people are poor and stupid". participate in your democracy while you still have one option 2: vote republican the party of big business and control who have activley cmapaigned against you, i dont know your background or your status, but i garentee the republicans have campaigned against you in the last 12 years repeatedly. while lobbying groups like project 2025 seek to bring about the same facism that has been born in so many so-called democratic countries. option 3: vote democrat we all hate bombing 3rd world countries and under the table deals, but thats going to happen with the GOP anyway, atleast if you vote dem your vote will still count next election. if you have morals, you must vote dem. not because they're perfect, good, or even adaquite, but because either of the alternatives will harm you and everyone around you.

You motherfuckers yes I hate Kamala too but when she is announced to be the Democratic candidate we are all going to shoot fireworks and go to the goddamn polls

[indigo474]

Saturday-long run-

My runs are getting longer and taking more time. An hour - i was running about 35 minutes. my music still will not play when im running. ive tried to figure it out to no avail. it's so frustrating. i'm left alone with my thoughts. my breathing- my shoe was making a weird noise today- and i had to blow my nose on a leaf... i forgot tissues again. i checked the temp before i headed out and it was 35-- warm.. hahahaha.. 45 is hot. 20's cold.. i thought of my uncle chuck today and how when i was little her taught me the right way to paint my finger nails. that was the type of kid i was- i didnt ask how to do things.. i just did them and figured it out.. from a very young age. there was no one paying much attention to me. my mom always said children should be seen and not heard.. i dont even think they saw me. i was a good kid.. i dont even know if my uncle chuck is still alive. i wish i cold thank him.. for seeing me and teaching me how to paint my nails.

i spent some time with Mads today. always a good time.. mostly always. she likes working 3rd shift.. so far.. next week will be the real test as she is scheduled like really overnight. i'm glad she is happy.. but ughh.. i feel better knowing she is home,safe with me at night. i really do not like her out all night. she said the people are weird. i am done Christmas shopping and looking forward to a relaxing day tomorrow and Monday- i'm working a few hours on xmas. today was a good day. i feel blessed- happy - peaceful- my car is acting weird again.. months and months of it running good and today the dash decides to light up. madison said something about aunt paula.. we started taking about paula and how she basically hated kevin.. i was telling madison how it was normalized- the brothers being assholes was normal.. ohh thats just the way they are.. im convinced paula is an abused person. without a doubt.. it brings up a lot of things for me. once you see the truth you cant unsee it- how is it that i spent over 20 years with someone and knew nothing about him. i dont think there is much to know- he was and is just a shell of a human. nothing real to get to know- he of course knew nothing about me- his made up version of who i was/am.. bipolar like her mother. i can hear him say it. i have come to terms with my role in michael and meghan's life. i'm sure there will be a time when the pain of what is brings me to my knees- again.. i dont know much about anything but i do know that the pain does stop and i am able to find my peace again. acceptance- how many times in my life have i wanted things to be different how many times? ive spend decades wishing things were different- things are the way they are. i think of madison and how she has handled things. i know it hurts her. i'm proud of how she's handled herself and the pain she feels. i hope Michael and Meghan can heal themselves and live with the decisions they have made. how can 1 man cause so much damage to so many people? if i didnt live it i wouldnt believe it.

Madisons friend was telling me how her family has needed a kitchen table for years. I told her that someday htey would get a kitchen table- it takes time- i waited over 20 years for a dining room table. sometimes it take time. I feel bad for her friend. its just a bad situation. the mom doesnt food shop.. there is never any food in the house. maddy's friend had to have her hours cut at work because her mom would get less welfare. how is anyone supposed to better themselves? an uphill battle for a young girl that already has years of trauma behind her. i thought about x today more than i have in a long long while.. maybe because of the conversations i had wiht madison.. he actually told my children i was a sex addict.. i wanted to have sex with my husband.. who the fuck tells their children that. its difficult to not blame yourself when the person you're married to doesnt want to have sex with you. there must be something wrong with me..

someday.. someday.. he will get what he deserves.. eventually, we all do.. tomorrow... run.. i need new sneakers. i'm running longer and my feet are swelling up. i'm not sure-i'm hoping its normal.. i'm gonna need to do something. i dont think ill be running 13 miles by spring. i finally figured out how to use my fitbit.. to actually track my run. hopefully i'll remember to use it tomorrow. i'm excited for tomorrow- tomorrow feels like Christmas to me. i heard someone say my name at work.. i actually said who called my name.. no one..

one of my co workers gave me a bottle of wine.. i gave it away. my mom asked me if i wanted a bottle of champagne wiht out even thinking i said no Mom i dont drink. she said oh good.. i do worry that in the dating world not drinking can be seen as a red flag.. i'm not dating but if i was.. if someone does think not drinking is a red flag,i guess they arent my person.. alcohol is actual poison.. i think not working out it a red flag so there's that.

[adventuresandshopping]

Reblogging to read the whole of this later. There's so much here, its great!

Personal thoughts from just skimming the first part: I have to admit that saying old school is mostly high lethality can sometimes be a real turn off and confusing - I used to feel these games got misrepresented by antagonists who sometimes even despise emotional connections with characters or modern rules like multiple saves to avoid death (but thats just social media and forums being wild). The high lethality is only partially true for me, but sometimes its part of the pick up and play nature of the games, not to mention the opportunities for sandbox from a mere handful of tables. Games like DCC are totally marketed on this notion that the best games in the past were played like this (and some were, no doubt). However, I ponder a lot on low level play for BECMI D&D, B/X, Basic Fantasy and similar. Multiple or repeat character deaths is not an absolute given, despite debates about RAW and the oldest rules being closer to tabletop war games. There's a lot of alternative rules for unconsciousness, near-death actions, revival - it's just that winning many fights in succession in the first dungeons, without returning to civilisation for a week of healing is harder to do, when compared to "short rests" and surges of DnD 4 and 5. Otherwise why allow 80's D&D BECMI to have 36 levels followed by ascension to becoming immortal? "High lethality" is a STYLE of play. The AD&D (1e) Dragon Lance series was very committed to keeping core characters alive. I totally get the gonzo and horror themes of some of the new retro systems / settings- with tongue in cheek heavy metal sensibilities, but we could also tell good stories with D&D too, with characters who survived a whole campaign. Don't let the new generations of players write off co-operative OSR and old games as being toxic with competitive machismo or something. The simplicity of some of these rules can be very empowering from a world building perspective. The poetry of low level struggle can be presented in different ways than "Don't get attached to your character because it will have a meaningless death by vermin". ;) I mean there's a chance it will, but ... Maybe just start at 3rd-5th level - also hey, OSR lets you do that too in minutes, just add extra equipment and spells. Perhaps those prewritten modules for 10 PCs at a convention tournament were not meant to be tackled by your four friends with their newly rolled 1st level characters. (Sorry I'm rambling, also I have total respect for the original post)

Totally agree regarding Thieving skills in old D&D. My god, I'm forever thinking of ways to house-rule around those.

Thanks for getting me thinking! :)

Introduction to the OSR

what's an OSR? it's a game that's kinda like old-school D&D. or is old-school D&D. or is compatible with old-school D&D. an OSR game generally has some or all of the following principles:

low character power with highly lethal combat. in old-school D&D a 1st-level fighter has d8 hit points and a longsword does d8 damage, and you die at 0HP. this is not to ensure characters die all the time but to emphasize the next bullet point:

emphasis on creative problem solving. most situations cannot be solved by straightforward use of your abilities (such as charging into every situation with swords drawn, if a fighter), so the game tests lateral, outside-the-box thinking.

emphasis on diegetic progression. spells are found, not obtained automatically on level-up. you get XP by finding gold more than killing monsters. most of your cool abilities come from magic items. making alliances & hiring followers is encouraged.

focus on managing inventory, resources, risk, and time. the players are constantly faced with meaningful decisions; this is the heart of the game.

very sandbox-oriented. the focus on creative problem solving means the game must be accommodating to players taking a course of action the GM didn't plan for. use lots of random tables to generate emergent story. some elements of new simulationism.

high tactical transparency, i.e., the optimal course of action is rarely system-specific, and ideally very possible for a new player to intuit.

usually semi-compatible with old D&D, but not always. usually rules-lite, but not always.

what does the OSR mostly NOT do?

focus on character builds. these change the focus too much to be on the rules than the fiction, can create situations where stuff everyone should be able to do is an ability locked to one class, and impede tactical transparency.

resolve everything with a die roll. combat uses dice to be scary, unpredictable and most importantly not your default course of action. everything else should bring up dice rarely - dice are your plan B when your plan A fails. the best plans need no dice.

use linear storytelling or put players into a writer/GM role. linear storytelling gets in the way of the decision-making so core to the playstyle; letting players write details into the setting is mutually exclusive with them discovering it.

rules for everything. 400 pages of crunch is worse at simulating a believable world than the GM and players' shared understanding. OSR games rely constantly on GM ruling.

mostly still applies to all the above. making your system a "pure" OSR game comes second to doing what's best for your game.

System recommendations

old D&D or a retroclone

old-school D&D - or old school essentials or basic fantasy or swords & wizardry, which are old D&D's mechanics repackaged with quality-of-life tweaks (and the upside of not giving WOTC your money) - are usually the go-to when recommending someone's first OSR game. they're actually not my first pick, though!

PROS:

very complete, with more robust rules than a lot of the lighter games on this list.

100% compatibility: most OSR adventures are statted for old school essentials. converting them to other OSR systems is usually simple, but not 1-for-1.

easier to find games for. anyone interested in the OSR space knows what old school essentials is.

CONS:

jank. these games largely still have weird saves, level limits for non-humans, some still have descending AC, etc etc. it's not that bad but it is there

i hate thief skills. lots of essential dungeoneering actions are locked to the thief class as abilities, with abysmally low success chances. this is stuff i prefer being handled without a roll. thieves in this system suck and make everyone else worse at dungeon crawling by existing.

there's just lots of really cool shit in other systems i'm about to go into that you just don't get here

Knave 1e and its various hacks

this is a 7-page super-lightweight system that boils everything down to just the essentials.

rolling a character takes like 5 minutes. roll stats, roll gear, roll traits, go. done. it's great.

characters are defined entirely by stats and gear, no classes. wanna be a fighter, have high strength and carry a big sword and armor. wanna be a wizard, have high intelligence and fill your inventory with spells. item slots are elegant and pretty limited.

initiative is instant: roll d6. 1-3, monsters go first. 4-6, PCs go first. swingy, but god it is so smooth and shaves like the most boring 5 minutes off of every combat

monsters are so very elegant. old D&D gives monsters a "hit dice" rating to determine their HP, e.g. a 3HD monster rolls 3d8 for hit points. knave takes this number (HD) and uses it for attack rolls and saves (aside from exceptionally bad/good saves), so a knave statblock looks something like this.

spells are all one or two sentences long & extremely easy to remember.

7 pages is so light. i have the system basically memorized.

DOWNSIDES: there's no dungeon crawling rules (standard for meatier OSR games & something i consider essential) and no real bestiary, though the second point isn't a huge deal cause they're so easy to make. it also kinda assumes you already know how to run OSR games, so there's very little real advice or guidance.

KNAVE HACKS

knave 1e is in creative commons & comes with an editable word doc for you to publish with modifications, so there's a ton of variants (there was a spreadsheet of them somewhere, but i can't find it).

Grave is a favorite - i'm two years into a grave campaign and it's fantastic. it's a dark-souls-y version of knave with some really elegant innovations.

you have a set number of deaths before you for-reals die, as every character plays an undead as is dark souls tradition. makes it good for OSR beginners! being able to tell when you're close to your final death is really good - it lets you emotionally prepare for losing your character & raises the stakes more the more you die. (though honestly you should probably cut the number of extra deaths in half, it's super generous)

XP and gold are combined into one resource, souls. legendary creatures drop big souls you can make into magic items. this has ended up being the coolest thing in my current campaign. my players love finding powerful souls to make into magic items it's so fun

uses preset packages of stats/gear instead of knave's rolled ones, filling the role of more traditional character classes. has the wonderful side effect of not making you get stuck with low stats cause you rolled bad one time.

you have stamina equal to your empty item slots. you spend stamina on spells if you're a caster, or free maneuvers (on top of your attack at no action cost) if you're not. it's super elegant.

there's 3 classes of spells: wizardry for intelligence, holy magic for wisdom, and witch stuff for charisma. nice and intuitive.

there's a page of 50 magic items each a couple sentences long. this PDF is worth it just for the magic items.

DOWNSIDE: see the downsides for knave 1e. all still apply.

i enjoyed grave so much i made a variant of it with the dark souls bits removed (and some dungeon crawl rules added!) to use for my standard fantasy campaigns.

Knave 2e

sadly knave 2e is not purchasable yet (i backed it on kickstarter so i have access, though). but when it comes out i highly recommend it.

much larger and denser than knave 1e. it finally has dungeon crawling rules, it has GM and player guidance, everything is refined and the layout is so so nice and readable.

combat is a bit more interesting than 1e. you can break your weapon against an enemy to deal max damage. you get a free maneuver on high attack rolls.

there's rules for stuff like alchemy, warfare, building a base. it all kicks ass.

there are so many goddamn tables. i rifle through it anytime i need inspiration.

DOWNSIDES: i personally can't think of any! it's a very complete good functional system.

Mausritter

you play tiny little mice! in a world full of big dangerous things that want to eat mice. cat = dragon. you get it. what more could you want

the mouse thing is just super intuitive. you get the dynamic between you and the big scary lethal world. fantastic OSR game to introduce kids

nice and robust ruleset; nothing feels missing

tons of super nice GM stuff! faction rules, tools for rolling up hexcrawls and dungeons, plenty of tables

super clean readable layout. font isn't too small to avoid being intimidating. guidance is really nice and clear.

combat is autohit. super fast & lethal.

100% free

look mausritter is just. good. i wanna run it so bad someday

Worlds Without Number

sort of a middle ground between OSR stuff and 5e.

lots of classes, at least in the paid version. the free version comes with just the warrior, expert and mage. there's feats and more of a focus on builds than most OSR games. if you like more mechanical build variety than a typical OSR game, this is a great game for you!

extremely good multiclassing. y'know how in most games if you just mash together two classes you think are cool you'll end up with a total mess? not here! every combo is viable and works fine! easily the best multiclassing of any game i've touched

an absurd amount of GM stuff and tables. easily more than any of the other stuff i've praised for also having them. but personally i haven't dug into them as much, so i can't really comment on them

skills the way modern D&D has them. you roll dice and try to beat a target number. i don't tend to like rolled skills, but most people do, so if that's your thing WWN has them

DOWNSIDES

the layout is terrible. everything is a huge wall of text with very little use of bold text or bullet points to draw attention to the important bits. the table of contents has like 15 things in it for a 400-page book! i couldn't find any of the paid-version-exclusive classes for like a month after i bought it! looking up rules is a nightmare.

the way the default setting handles "evil races" is like an exaggerated parody of all the problematic aspects of how D&D handles it. like, it wants so bad for you to have an excuse to genocide sentient free-willed people. but at least the default setting is easy to chuck in the trash

Dungeon Crawl Classics

the goal of this system is to take all of the crazy gonzo moments people remember playing old-school D&D in their childhood and turn all of that up to 11 while cutting the stuff that doesn't add to that. i think a lot of its innovations have ended up kind of standard in newer OSR stuff (like fighters getting maneuvers with their attacks), but it still has more to offer.

the funnel: you start the game with four randomly rolled dipshit peasants that you then throw into a meatgrinder to get horribly killed. you pick one of the survivors to be your 1st-level character.

maneuvers: fighters roll an extra die with each attack that gets bigger as you level. if it's a 3 or higher, you get to do a cool thing on top of your attack. pretty standard for OSR games, but this game popularized it!

crit tables: fighters also get more crits and nastier crits as they level. every crit, you roll on the crit table. maybe you chop off a dude's arm. maybe you just knock them over. maybe you shatter their shield. it's very cool

spell tables: i don't really like roll-to-cast mechanics, generally. but DCC goes so all-in on roll-to-cast that it still looks fun as hell to watch. you cast a fireball and maybe it goes how you want. or maybe you explode, or you nuke everything in a half-mile radius, or from now on you permanently ignite flammable materials you touch, or whatever. casters just have to put up with turning into a weird mutated mess across a campaign

there's no dungeon crawl rules, no encumbrance - this game is all about the big over-the-top wacky shit, and is not really interested in the more down-to-earth number crunching. it's more in the you-die-hilariously-all-the-time area of OSR than the you-avoid-death-through-clever-play area. not really my thing but the system knows exactly what it wants to be and i respect it

iron halberd

this one is mine! as the author i'm not qualified to tell you what isn't good about my system, so just assume it's worse than i make it sound, but here's a bunch of the selling points

semi-random character creation where you flip back and forth between rolling dice and getting your own input. roll stats, pick ancestry. pick starting gear kit, roll different dice based on which kit you picked. etc etc. stats are random but all equally viable (no rolling incredibly low or high stats). every time i run this game the character creation is a hit. seriously go roll up a character it'll sell you on the whole thing

you start out a lot stronger than a standard OSR character but grow way more slowly. i don't like 4th-level characters being 4 times as strong as 1st-level ones; HP never gets that high. emphasis is more on diegetic progression instead.

way too many subsystems for alchemy, crafting, strongholds, warfare, renown, rituals, likes 9 pages of magic items, a whole subsystem for becoming a cleric mid-campaign. i couldn't help myself i love this shit

in my current campaign we had a player permanently sacrifice some max HP to become a necromancer after deliberating on whether that's a good idea for like thirty seconds, which instantly made me think my necromancy system is a success

also free

Adventure recommendations

(in rough order of size)

Moonhill Garden (by Emiel Boven): look at this. look at it! this is like the best template for a little dungeon in an OSR game. all of the little factions are tied together. this would be a great oneshot to introduce people to an OSR system with.

A gathering of blades (by Ben Milton): a system-neutral, one-page sandbox. i ran this for an iron halberd game and it went super well. lasted like 7 sessions. highly recommend.

The Waking of Willowby Hall (by Ben Milton): a single dungeon with a million things going on. it's super chaotic with half a dozen different factions crashing into each other and a big angry goose. highly recommend, especially for kids

The Black Wyrm of Brandonsford (by Chance Dudinack): small sandbox with a fun fairytale vibe and a very fleshed-out little town. and a big nasty dragon.

Evils of Illmire (by Zack Wolf): this is a very dense, entire campaign's worth of hexcrawl in a very compact package for like $5. it doesn't do anything particularly new, but the value-for-money is absurd and it's a really good template for how to do a sandbox if you're used to 5e adventures

Ask me anything!

if anything here is unclear or intrigues you, send me asks! i love helping people get into OSR games. i'll link frequently asked questions here if i get any.

[gardenhotspot]

noo bestie dont give me a migraine 😭👈

[jubiilee13]

hiiii, I have a little request, it might be too specific lol

can you write some angst where c!quackity starts dating reader without knowing she's sapnap's sister so sapnap gets jealous and tells her about the engagement?

I would really appreciate that

[ love and war ]

Yes yes omg I needed angst material-

I have an epic idea in mind 😎

Tysm for requesting by the way!! If you like this feel free to request again <3

This is about 1,000 words give or take I forgot the exact number

TW: screaming, fighting, death, murder blood. (yeah i made this one real angsty yall)

she/her pronouns

also the pov in this is kinda wonky like one second its 3rd person the next 2nd person but i hope it makes enough sense for you to understand. Im running off 3 hours of sleep here lmao-

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Quackity.. where to even begin with this man. You loved him.

He loved you. For the longest time, it was as simple as that.

Two people, head over heels in love with one another.

Normally, thats how the story would end. You fall in love, get married, blah blah blah romantic stuff.

I truly wish I could tell you thats how this story ended.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only person in love with the charming man. Sapnap had noticed the sudden disappearance of both his sister and fiancé. For the first few weeks, Sapnap thought nothing of it. He simply thought it a coincidence.

But after the two of you would disappear for days on end, and return home with love bites lingering on your necks, Sapnap knew something was going on.

The first few times, he chose not to question you two. He simply let the events unfold before him. Anger and jealousy lingered constantly in his thoughts.

"He chose me first" Is what he would tell himself in his times of doubt.

And it just so happened that in his time of despair, you would come knocking on his door. The lights taps of your knuckles on the hardwood tearing the man from his thinking.

He slowly stood from his resting spot on the couch and dragged himself over to the door. He quickly swung it open, earning a surprised yelp from you.

“What do you want n/n” He questions, jealousy lacing his tone.

“I-um.. I brought the supplies you ask for” you stutter out, eyes glancing down at the large (and quite heavy) shulker box in your hands.

Sapnap stood in place for a moment, a look of confusion falling over his once angry features.

“Y/n i asked for those two weeks ago?” He states, not tearing his eyes away from yours.

“I know sap.. I just got… carried away with something I guess” you say, turning your head to get away from his powerful glare.

“More like someone.” He mutters, just loud enough for you to hear as he snatches the box out of your hands and turns on his heel to leave.

You stop in your tracks, standing in the doorway for a few moments before following your brother into his house.

“Hey sap.. are you ok? You seem kinda off today.” You question, concern evident in your voice.

“Just go home y/n.” He states as he slams the shulker box down onto the table.

You flinch at the sudden bang, but stand your ground as you move to take a few steps closer to him. “Sap.. im your sister.. talk to me” you whisper sympathetically.

He slowly turns around to face you, eyes full of anger and lust.

"You want to know what wrong? Is that what it is? I'LL TELL YOU N/N. ITS YOU. YOU'RE THE PROBLEM." He exclaims, the fire in his eyes brighter then you'd ever seen it.

You stand still, pain overtaking your once concerned features. He couldn’t really mean it.. could he?

"YOU HEARD ME N/N. ITS YOU. FIRST YOU DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END. THEN QUACKITY STARTS DISAPPEARING WITH YOU. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN BOTH MY FIANCE AND SISTER LEAVE ME WITHOUT WARNING!" He yells as he takes a few steps closer to you, jabbing his finger into your chest. You wince, as your eyes begin to water.

"F-fiancé?" You whisper out, lifting your head up to look the taller man in the eyes.

His face of anger falters for a moment, before quickly returning. "YES FIANCE!! NOT YOUR FIANCE! MINE! HE WAS MY EVERYTHING AND THEN HE CHOSE YOU OVER ME. YOU. GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY-" He continued, continuing to step towards you until you were backed into the wall.

Tears were now freely flowing down your face, as you simply let him yell at you.

"YOU'RE USELESS Y/N. FACE IT. WE ALL KNOW IT. QUACKITY PROBABLY STAYED WITH YOU OUT OF PITY. HE PROBABLY FELT SORRY FOR YOU! AND I CAN SEE WHY, YOU'RE A MESS! A WRECK! YOU HAVE BEEN SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN N/N!" He exclaimed, his dark and looming eyes locked onto yours.

You choked on a sob as you slid you back down the wall, ending up in a small ball on the floor. All you could do was cry, and he just let you. He watched as sobs wracked your body, as you struggled to take in breaths. He watched the way you squirmed and writhed in attempt to get away from him.

He stood over you shaking figure for a few moments more before turning on his heel to walk away. You tried to call out for him, grab him, do anything to bring him back, but it was all too much. He was too much. You continued to sob as you curled into yourself further, vision growing dark from your lack of oxygen. You heard his footsteps still stepping around his house, but they were mostly muffled by your own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat.

The footsteps grew louder and louder until he came into you view. You looked up at him pleadingly, your eyes begging for help. He stood, watching you for a moment before squatting down to where you were sitting.

"Im sorry n/n... but what has to be done has to be done." He murmurs, his dark eyes still locked onto your own.

You look at him, confused only to be met with a sharp pain to your stomach.

You let out a scream of agony as you watch sapnap pull the sword out of your chest, blood beginning to pool out of your chest onto the floor around you.

"Sa-sap" you try to say, only to be met with a pool of blood forming in your mouth. You cough, blood splattering out. As dark spots begin to form in your vision and the ringing in your ears begins to grow louder you hear Sapnap speak one final time.

“All is fair in love and war y/n”

And with that.. he walked away, his figure fading from your vision as everything went dark.

[ace-of-pythons]

"The pit" the decepticon rec room (that lord Megan doesn't know about)

• A white board with a bunch of scores and doodles

• A couch and TV

• A chess set

• A Foose ball table

• A small bar

• A pool table

• A dance dance revolution machine

• A few small tables

• A chest of dungeons and dragons stuff

• A basket of pillows and blankets

• A cabinet of board games

• A karaoke machine

• The whiteboard has a bunch of different writings

• The officers titles in the rec room and their pictures

"Knockout: The DM"

• Knockout sits at the head of a table with a crown on and his hands folded in front of him. Screamer, breakdown, Shockwave and dreadwing sit around him in various states of disarray

"Soundwave: DDR champion"

• Soundwave stands triumphantly as starcream is curled up next to the ddr machine, looking close to death

"Breakdown: remote retriever"

• Breakdown stands with an unimpressed face as he holds 7 remote controls, all of which were lost in a month

"Starscream: master of Foose ball"

• Starscream stands on the table as Knockout looks on in confusion

"Dreadwing: The pool hustler"

• Dreadwing stands with a pool que as Soundwave stands in the background with a pool ball sized dent

"Shockwave: unofficial 3rd Mythbuster"

• Shockwave sits on the couch as mythbusters plays on the TV, a sign next to it shows that he's watched the The show 64 times already that month

"Arachnid: The bartender"

• Arachnid pours the glass of high grade all over Dreadwing from behind the bar counter

The white board

•  A tally that shows the chess game of Shockwave vs soundwave

• A tally marked 0-1 of Shockwave vs 4d chess with multiversal time travel

• A time chart that shows the next few dnd sessions

• A sign that says "if your name is Megatron (Megatron is crossed out and in red ink "Megan" is written) you are not allowed in "the pit"

• Days since last "starscream's nonsense" "0"

• The trooper's doodles on the white board often are poking fun of each other or the officers. They don't mind as long as they get to retaliate

• A poster that shows the proper way to play pool, but it has been scribbled out in red ink

• A list of weekly bets

• "How many times has Breakdown found the remote this week?" "17"

• So many Sticky notes that they are stacked on top of each other, the officers use this as a form of communication

The dance dance revolution machine

• The only thing in the room that is pristine. Thats because it's soundwave's

• Knockout painted it to have Soundwave's colors

• Breakdown had to go to the med bay because he accidentally bumped into it. It didn't hurt him, but Soundwave did

The pit's only table (a.k.a The D&D table)

• There are so many carvings on this table

• It takes a lot of abuse and it barely stands anymore

• There are bets on when it will break

The game cabinet

• Clue and sorry are the most used games

• Dreadwing had to fire monopoly and risk out the airlock

• Starscream and Arachnid are very competitive and have been banned from a long list of games (said list is on the white board

The karaoke machine

• It's knockout's

• Although Starscream also uses it to every one's dismay

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Hello! How are you, and I have a request if you wish to do it. So I was thinking of a College AU with Shinsou working there as a part-time employee, then one day fem! reader comes in and at first he is like “Pfft whatever” but then he brings dropping his tsunade behavior and beings growing soft for her while he got to know her and he has seen her rescue a kitten in which he asked to help co-parent their child. He is doing it to get to know her more because he fell for her, but she is a bit oblivious when it comes to ✨feelings✨. I thought this would make a cute HC/ Drabble, however you wish to do it, of how their relationship began to bloom at the local coffee shop.

AAAAHHHH!!!! YES!

Happy Birthday to Shinsou Hitoshi!💜

The most adorable, handsome, and overall best purple headed boy on the show (Fuck off Mineta).

To Take Care of a Stray: Shinsou Headcanons

Barista! Shinsou x F! Reader

FLUFF

As any college student would tell you, cheap caffeinated drinks were a must.

Coffee specifically was a must.

Shinsou was honestly debating if he needed his 3rd cup of coffee that morning or if he could just wing it and go on with an empty tank.

He procrastinated when it came to his assigned project, plus his project partner ditched him, so he was practically all alone figuring his shit out.

And thats how he found himself working at his local coffee shop.

He hated every single customer that would come in at any hour of the day that he work on.

They all demanded his attention and honestly, some days he wished he could just scream in their faces that "No, i don't give a fuck about your pet bird speaking back to you. I'm only here to make you your coffee and take your money."

The cheap coffee was worth it though, so he keeps the complaining to a minimum.

Retail is honestly a "no reward" type of job. The amount of entitlement that some people have baffles him at times.

Around his second year in college he ends up working the late shift to make some extra cash. It also meant less people coming in and demanding an overly complicated drink. Score!

The sound of the rain pouring down helped calm his nerves and allowed him to relax for moment before the door of the shop swung open.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to do that." The first time you walked into the shop you accidentally pulled the door with too much force that it ended up slamming into the wall.

Shinsou immediately didn't like you.

Who the fuck was this woman?

You went up the counter and told him your order taking out your money and handing it to him.

Clean and simple. Nothing special.

Then you came back again a few days later. That really fucked with him.

Most customers came in and never bothered to talk to him. He wanted their money while they wanted the shitty coffee they sold. Easy, right?

Nope, not with you apparently. You came in and asked about his day, how his studies were going, and if anything interesting happened in the shop.

He would respond with brief answers and immediately ignored you afterwards.

You were just so annoying.

..Ok, maybe not.

You were funny, the way you fumbled and played it off as you being intentional.

The way your mouth would widen into a smile anytime he spoke back to you.

You weren't overly energetic, nor overly happy. You were just nice, nice to him.

He wasn't use to that.

You fascinated him just because you existed and he wanted to learn more about you.

He got his chance on the 5th time you came in.

You usually came in at a specific time, always when there was barely any customers, but today you didnt' show up at all.

He wont admit it but he got concerned and would keep looking at the clock on the wall and back to the door of the coffee shop.

When you finally came in, you had scratches on your hand and on your cheek.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He leaned onto his hand that was placed on the counter top. His body relaxed and only showed boredom.

In reality he was terrified, you had scratches on your hands and red streaks too. Why?

"Oh, i was just- i fell into a bush." You gave him a smile that made his heart flutter and legs go weak.

He was so happy he was leaning on the counter because he hadn't he would have fallen onto the floor.

Your smile just had that affect on him.

"How stupid can you be? Look were your going next time."

"Aww, thanks sir!"

Good mood was gone. He told you not to treat him like your friend, thats not what you both are.

...But he really hated that you took that very literally and didn't bother to at least call him by his last name.

"Hmm." He gave you your usual and answered the questions you had for him that day.

You started to come in 4 times a week and every time you did he would notice new scratches on you.

The scratches weren't that bad, he thought maybe you were one those "adventures" types, but the red marks were concerning him.

When he would ask you about them you always had a different excuse for them.

"My backpacks straps are bit rough."

"I placed my arm wrong on the table"

It was this or that but never a concrete answer.

It was happening every time you came in so something had to be wrong.

He gathered up the little cuarage he had and decided to ask you what you were doing.

"Why do have so many scratches on you?" You werent expecting him to be so blunt but you happily told him to meet you after his shift at the nearby alleyway.

He was suspicious of you but he was also curious, he desperately needed answers because the concern for your wellbeing was getting to be too much for him.

He followed your instructions and walked towards the alleyway you directed him to.

When he turned the corner he saw the most beautiful scene in the world.

You were surrounded by cats...and you were giving them food.

He could die happily then and there.

"W- this is why you show us with scratches all over you!?" You nodded but got up and walked over to a cardboard box that was tucked under a bigger box.

You told him to follow and when he crouched down to see what was in it he saw two huge eyes staring back at him.

"You've been- this little thing is the reason for your scratches?"

"Yep!"

He laughed at you and helped you feed all of the cats.

When the two of you finished up, you picked up the box that the small kitten was tucked in and gave it a pat on the head.

"What are you going to do with the kitten?" Shinsou asked you.

"Well, i wish i could take it with me but i don't think i'd be able to take care of it since i work early in the morning and have classes late at night."

Shinsou's mind started planning.

He really liked you and wanted to be around you more often.

Shit, if he was brutally honest he had a crush on you.

"Well, i have classes early morning while i work at night. So...why don't we co-pa-... i mean co-care for the little guy?" He knows his ears were red, he knows his face was starting to turn red as well.

But he wasn't about to admit that he really wanted you to say "yes".

"Uh, ok. Sure!"

Shinsou was over the moon with this and it was all going so perfectly as well.

The kitten would spend the mornings with you and in the afternoons the two of you would meet up to take care of it together.

You both decided to name the kitten Mieko.

""Beautiful blessing child", thats a cute name! Why do you want to call him that?"

"Because...i want to- y-you idiot. Stop asking so many questions!" You just laughed at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Shinsou melts.

Shinsou would bring the kitten with him to work since his boss had a soft spot for animals.

Imagine how exited he was when you first invited him into your own apartment.

"You have your own place? Color me impressed."

"Thanks Shin." Shinsou blushed a little at the nickname. It had been over a month that you both agreed to take care of the kitten together.

The more time he spent with you the more he fell.

"I hope you like the umm...book." This was another thing that started after the two of you began to co-parent the kitten. He would bring you gifts and act like it meant nothing.

Reality is that he was courting you.

He expected you to make a comment on his gifts but you glossed over them like nothing.

It was getting on his nerves.

"Aah, hey. Do you want to take Mieko out for a walk...again."

"Was that a question or a demand?" You laughed at him

You made it look easy with how much you make him blush.

The more time you both spent with each other, the more Shinsou realized he was truly in love with you and wanted you to be by his side.

But he was facing a problem. You.

You wouldn't pick up on the hints he was dropping on you. His interest on you.

So one day he decides to just tell up upfront if you would like to go on a date with him.

"Hey Shin, do you want to go on a date with me?"

Shinsou. exe has stopped operations

"W-wha-"

"I'm joking buddy! But seriously do you want to go out to eat? I think Mieko would-"

"W-WHaT!? F-fuck no!" That upset you because you thought he might like free lunch.

"You could've just said no." He was losing you, again.

Fuuuuuuuck!!!!!

"N-no wait! What i wanted to say was umm, would you like to go out with me? Like a date! N-not like friends."

You both just stared at each other for a moment, the silence only making the situation worse.

"...Sure."

Mieko, your child, just blinked at the two of you.

"These two ridiculous humans are my parents, great." At least this lead to Shinsou moving in with you and Mieko having a permanent home now.

Double the pats for the two new people in your home, double the purring sounds, double the angry and grouchy cats begging for your attention.

Who wold trade this? You got to cuddle with the two most adorable people in this world.

"I'm not fucking adorable Y/n!"

"Shush Toshi or you're not getting cuddles and kisses."

"....fine."

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Hello I really like your jumin han stories, so I have a request for more. I don't have much of a plot but like male y/n is going to move in woth jumin and he has 2 male cats who are both neutered, but jumin is still complaining that the cats are gonna try and get Elizabeth the 3rd pregnant( even though it's not possible). Eventually jumin warms up to the other cats and y/n makes fun of jumin by taking pictures of jumin and the cats cuddling saying that Elizabeth is gonna be jealous. He/him for reader. Please and thank you.

Warming up

Pairing: Jumin x Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Content: you have two cats, jumin is scared-

Description: Jumin slowly starts to warm up to your two male cats

Note: ah im so glad you like my writing!! And thank you for requesting, i hope you like it !

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Jumin liked to plan everything in advance, thats how he worked best. So when he had finally visited your apartment for once and seen your two...male...cats, he was incredibly frustrated.

He wanted you to move in with him, hell, you guys were both already planning on moving in together.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that you had two male cats but you had only told Jumin you had two cats, never did you say what sex they were.

You thought it was no bug deal but at this point Jumin was almost sweating, your calm and collected boyfriend had essentially flashed out of existence.

"Jumin you dont have to worry, theyre both neutered" you say with a laugh, you couldnt deny the situation was a little funny.

Jumin still seemed panicked as he looked at both of your cats.

"I cant have them near my Elizabeth, they'll get her pregnant"

Jumin stands close to you, inching closer and closer as your two cats move towards Jumin.

At this point his arms are around your waist and hes hiding behind you, your cats still moving closer to him. Of course they got very close trying to smell him since you usually came hone smelling like him as well.

You call for them to get closer but Jumin hesitates, arms tightening around you.

"Jumin why are you even running away from them?"

"Because if they get close then when I come home Elizabeth will smell them on me and I dont want that" he says, voice monotone but his eyes stood glaring at your cats.

You turn around and look at Jumin in the eyes, giving him a playful glare and softly grabbing his face so his attention is on you instead of your cats.

"I, your amazing boyfriend who would never ever lie to you, has told you time and time again that there is no way they can get Eli pregnant"

Jumin lets out a groan, adjusting his stance and looking back at you.

Suddenly his business like demeanor came back, you hadnt seen that in a long time since you guys started dating, he was usually much more open now.

"Fine, they can come to the apartment but they are not staying in close contact to Elizabeth, atleast not yet"

You chuckle but agree, you know he just wants whats best for Elizabeth and shes very dear to him.

You brought your face sloer to his and gave him a small kiss, which still somehow suprised him.

"What was that for?"

"To seal our contract"

"Oh i see, well can I have some that arent business inquired ones?" A small smile sets on his face as he looks at you after saying that, eyes soft but filled with love.

"Of course Mr. CEO" you say while leaning in.

"Dont call me that" Jumin groans out before kissing you back.

Forgetting your cats are there, while you had that whole conversation, they got much more closer then before. Now one of them wrapping his tail around your leg and the other pawing at Jumins shoe.

Jumins breathe hitches as he sees them but tries his best not to move, knowing he shouldnt be scared of anything happens.

While in that moment he didnt pet them or anything, it was a good start.

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Its been a few weeks, you're now settled into an apartment with Jumin.

Yours cats though, werent as settled in.

You were hoping in around a week they'd be able to get closer to Elizabethn Jumin was still hesitant.

Dont get me wrong, all cats were roaming around, it wasnt like your cats were in a cage or something.

Its just they have been under heavy supervision, if Jumin was not there he had a bodyguard watch over all three.

(He didn't trust you enough with this he knew you would let your cats cuddle up to Elizabeth as soon as possible)

This evening was one where both of you were not going to be at home, so Jumin quickly called up a bodyguard.

"He won't be at home and I currently have to get going to a business meeting, get here as soon as possible. You have the keys to open the door, do not let any of those two cats get close to Elizabeth"

Jumins voice was low and demanding, a little bit intimidating in your ppinion but you didn't mind-

He swiftly hangs up and looks back at you as he puts his blazer on, adjusting his sleeves and tie.

"I have to get going my love, enjoy your evening with Jaehee ill see you later" He gives you a soft kiss on your forehead and then your lips and with that he was gone.

You ran out and as soon as you left the door, a car stood waiting for you.

Quickly giving the driver the location, you wait patiently to get there, no rush since you werent late.

You got there pretty fast, traffic wasnt bad. As you look up you see Jaehee waiting at a table, coffee in one hand and a menu in the other.

"Hi Jaehee" you say with a smile, and with that you had an evening filled of Jaehee talking about Zen and eating plenty of amazing pastries and drinks.

The 'date' went by smoothly and you left only around a few hours after, it was getting late and Jaehee had to go back home to finish some workload.

You thanked them for the nice evening you had together and then went back into the car which was waiting for you.

The ride back went just as well as the first one, you got home pretty fast but when you got there you were met with a sight that you werent expecting at all.

There sat two cats, around someone.  That someone being Jumin.

He had a cup in hand and an expensive looking laptop right in front of him, both cats laying a head on each of his legs. Sleeping soundly and peacefully. 

He didnt react when he heard the lock of the front door lock, or maybe he just hadnt heard you enter.

You oull out your phone as quickly as possible, not even being able to fathom what was right in front of your eyes.

Is this a dream?

No, no, this is defently not a dream.

As you take a step forward Jumin looks up.

Once he sees you, a soft of nervous smile sets on his face.

"Weren't expecting this were you?"

"No not at all, how the hell did this happen"

"I didnt notice them coming towards me and...all of a sudden they were like this. I wasnt sure what to do so i just, let them"

You'll be honest, it was honestly such a nice view to see three of the people you most love be so close. You felt happy.

You take a few more steps and one of your cat notices that you're getting closer, now meowing at you. You grab him and sit down where he was just resting and isntead put him on your lap.

Now both you and Jumin sat close, one cat on your lap and the other resting on Jumin's leg. Soon enough Elizabeth came in too for some cuddles.

All in all, you looked like a whole family, and you all sat cuddling eachother. One of Jumins arms wrapped around you and you cuddled up to him, phone in hand.

You opened the messenger and quickly sent the photo of Jumin and your cats together before he could demand you to delete it.

Messages started filtering in quickly, many of them beung from the infamous seven o seven.

"What did you send to them.."

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[secretsandwriting]

It was Soulmate week. Once a year the students 5th year and up would spend the week taking 3 additional classesfor the sole sake of finding their soulmate. Every year had different classes so you never took the same one twice.

If they found your soulmate, or at least someone who was close enough to seem like it, then they would send for them and hey had the option to meet you and follow you around throughout the day they could go into the dorm rooms too and if its not your soulmate then you went through hell for nothing.

It was annoying to say the least. The students had little say in it and being followed around for any sort of time got annnoying fast. Not that you would know. You hadn’t found yours yet and while it was disappointing it was almost better then being followed around.

You know the saying 3rd times the charm? Well in this case its more of, 3rd times the loss. This was your third year and 3rd time going through it and it happened.

In the first extra class you had this week with Professor Snape. You had to make a potion. It had a base recipe and then you were supposed to add whatever you had the “need” to add. Extra ingredients that on normal cases the school wouldn’t allow students to use and even things that weren’t normally put in potions were there. After the potions were finished you would tell Snape what you had put in it and if someone had already done it, the book would magically go to the page and the persons name would glow, if they weren’t there he would write it out.

You followed directions, and put in what you felt like needed to be in it. Snape came to look at your final product before he went to write down what you used, meaning you needed to him and if you did it right, he might award house points. Snape seemed to have a slight tender side for Hufflepuff’s especially if they listened.

“I used a single f/f, wolfsbane, a single red rose, an earring, a piece of yarn, and a cursed .” After listing your ingredients the book magically flipped through and stopped where a name was glowing.

Lovely.

Snape groaned before leaving to write down the name to give to Dumbledore, therefore sealing your fate. So not only would you have your normal classes, the soulmate classes, and your duty as head girl, but now you would have your soulmate following you around.

At breakfast there was an extra table set up for those who had been called. It was the one time they could be near their soulmate. Before the week had started Dumbledore had told you and Jacob (the Head boy) that everyday you would have to explain the rules to the new soulmates that had come right after breakfast and before class. Meaning today, you would be talking to your soulmate and you had an even shorter time to eat your breakfasts this week. Thankfully the house elves tended to like Hufflepuffs and Jacob was polite to them so they would let him in too, and sometimes they would sneak you food in the middle of the day.

Right before you could finish your food, one of the younger Slytherins was at your side to tell you that the prefects were calling him a mudblood.

“Sorry we’re late, we had a few things we needed to deal with.” Jacob annonced as the two of you walked into the room. “I’m Jacob Griffin and this is Y/n L/n. Before we go over the rules lets make sure everyones here.” After a quick roll call, it was time to begin.

“Thats all. Any questions.” Four hands and 5 minutes until class starts. “You sir.” Jacob picked on one of the men.

After answering all the questions you had five minutes to get to class as long as nothing needed tending to beforehand. Setting a fast pace you headed to your first class of the day, trying to ignore the male following you. It was going to be a long week.

You managed to politely avoid any interaction with him until the soulmate classes where you were required to work with him.

“Hello, I’m Bill Weasley.” A Weasley, Bill Weasley. You knew about him. He had been a perfect and a head boy. You also knew four of his younger brothers. This was going to be an experience.

The week had gone faster then you thought it would and now it was time to say goodbye, you didn’t want to. It had been nice and you didn’t want it to end quite yet.

“If only I had another week here.” Bill sighed before turning fully to you.

“The Hogsmeade trip is coming up, you could always come for that if you have free time.” The amount you had just travled from your comfort zone was astronomical but Bill had become the highlight of the past week.

“I can’t think of any plan-” the train whistled signaling the passengers. “I hope you don’t mind…” Bill gently pulled you close and gently kissed you. Before losing your confidence, you pulled him to you for another.

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A Small Regret

CW: Dark, Gainer Fantasy, Heart Attack, Death

Dresden applied soap to a washcloth he was using to wash his face, rinsing the cloth then under the warm water.  Feeling the warmth in his hands, he brought the cloth up to his face and gently rubbed his cheeks and his massive chin.  Drying his face on the hand towel beside him, Dresden looked at his body and was not happy.  Huge breasts, a massive gut that flopped in the sink, and giant jowls showed years of massive food blowouts due to his food addiction.  Dresden pulled his belly out of the sink, which was slightly wet, and dried his belly off on his shorts.  Moving over to his bathroom scale, Dresden waited for the sound of the scale to prompt him to step up on it.  He did, and waited a few minutes…564 lbs.  Dresden smiled, he lost 10 lbs since seeing Dr. Then at the weight loss clinic.  He was going in for the “surgery” in 2 days.  He waddled out of the bathroom and over to his bed, where he sat down, hearing creaking noises.  

“God, I want McDonald’s so bad….”, Dresden wondered as he flipped through the food delivery apps on his phone.  Taking heavy breaths, Dresden thought of how he had to lose weight for his job and for his family.  Truth be told, Dresden was rather okay as a larger person, it was society that he disliked.  He often raged at society, as he loved himself, however society wanted him to be something else entirely.

He flipped through the straight dating apps on his phone, however he would often, in secret, look at clothes shopping magazines at the models.  As his clothes were often in the 8-9 XL bracket, usually he admired big men, their strength and of course, their drive to eat.

Eating was all Dresden could think about.  From morning until night, thinking about recipes, new restaurants, different experiences, Dresden loved the feeling of anything in his mouth.

He even loved, secretly, to pleasure guys also, going down to the local truckstop on occasion.  There was one experience that he liked, however had to always dismiss it due to the need to keep his job.

One night, 2 months ago, Dresden met up with a man known as “Zed”, who was looking to provide any big guy with a good time, providing that they put on a blindfold and would not allow anyone to see him.  Zed-of course-was an alias.  Zed met with Dresden in the dark, at 3AM in the morning, at a local truckstop.   Upon meeting, Dresden hobbled out of his small car, struggling to get out.  Zed watched him and smiled from a distance.  He was going to have fun with this fatty.

Zed, wearing a ski mask, pulled Dresden aside, and told him not to look at him and to wear a blindfold.  Dresden, wanting the ability to receive any release as a big guy (it was 3 years since he last had sex with anyone), obliged.  

All Dresden remembers at that point is Zed pulled him into a van and kept feeding him fried chicken, and sucked him off. 

It was the best experience Dresden ever had sexually, and he could not stop thinking about it.

Which is why this surgery sucked.  Dresden looked for months, trying to find Zed again, however could not find him.  

And so to keep his job and to possibly find a partner, Dresden begrudgingly was forced into gastric sleeve surgery.

Looking at his phone, Dresden realized he wanted to have his obesity go out with one “big bang” to end all binges.  He would still be within the threshold of Dr. Then’s requirements and be ready for the surgery in 2 days. 

Waddling over to the bedroom mirror, Dresden took a picture of himself with just his briefs on.  He then called an erotic bakery and requested a special order - an entire sheet cake with his naked picture on it, made of buttercream and chocolate.  They let him know, while it was a weird request, they would honor it and it would be ready tomorrow.

Dresden hung up the phone, put on his CPAP mask, and fell asleep, smiling and drifting off, thinking about his cake tomorrow.

Waking up, Dresden started his day, first by eating a small breakfast (god he hated this diet), then showering.  Showering was really hard for Dresden since there was so much of him...he needed a special wand to get to all of his areas, especially those between his thighs and belly.  His ass was huge, and he thankfully could get there with the wand.  As he washed his body, his huge belly and moobs jiggled as he tried to move in the shower.  He just wanted to sit down so bad, as all of the fat made him so tired.  He got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed.  

He decided to put on a tight t-shirt to be proud that he was engaging in his last day of “obesity”.  He was so happy he could eat this cake...it was all he could think of.

Getting in his small car, squeezing into it, Dresden drove to the bakery.  Arriving at the bakery, he saw a familiar figure in the car behind him, however he couldn’t pinpoint where he saw this person.  

Dresden parked his car and squeezed out.  The other person in the car who was trailing him parked across the street, and he saw him get out. 

He could swear this guy was watching him.  Dresden walked into the bakery and picked up the cake.

“Are you the guy who ordered the fatty cake?”, the baker asked.

“Yup!”, Dresden happily exclaimed.

“God, damn, making that made me want to diet.  This person is really fat, what a lardass.”, the baker joked.

Quickly realizing that the cake’s image was Dresden, the baker’s face went white.  “I am so sorry sir.  Here you go…”, the baker stammered, as he pushed the cake over to Dresden, taking the cash from the sweaty fat man’s hand.

Dresden pulled the Costco sized sheet cake up off of the counter, and going back outside, he waddled over to his car.  He then took a deep breath and felt a presence behind him.

Everything went black.

Dresden woke up 3 hours later in a bed in a weird room.  There were steel pipes around him and the cake was beside him.  He wasn’t shackled and could use his hands and legs.  He was laying on his left side.

“I know what you really, really want.”, uttered a familiar voice.

Rolling over in bed, Dresden saw the man who was waiting across the street.  

“Are you….Zed??”, Dresden guessed.

The man smiled.  “Yes.  And you will eat this cake and so much more.”, he smirked.  “Oh yeah, and I took the liberty of cancelling your appointment and your surgery with Dr. Then.  You won’t be needing it anyway.  Hogs don’t need their capacities restricted.”

Dresden was scared, but relieved.  He could finally be free to eat!

Dresden moved to the table with the cake and started hamfisting it into his face.  “Thats right, experience that re-gain.  Get bigger and fatter.  Eat more and more.”, Zed stated as he started bringing up the food delivery apps, placing order after order of Dresden’s favorite food.

As the orders started coming, Dresden put aside one piece of cake for later, and started eating all of the newly ordered burgers, fries, pizza, and Dresden’s favorite, fried chicken.  Dresden was in heaven as he ate, he could see his lost weight starting to come back, his ass and belly ballooning.  It was getting harder and harder to shift his weight around as he ate.

After his 8 family meal bingefest, Zed brought Dresden into a shower room.  He used the proper equipment to clean Dresden.  

“I want to live here”, Dresden stammered, between heaving breaths.

“Oh this is your new home.  I have sold off your belongings already and this is your life now.  You exist but to eat and be my pig.  You will be my immobile hog.”, Zed calmly stated.  

Dresden was so happy.  His life could revolve around food.  Zed helped the growing Dresden back to his bed, and brought him his 3rd and 4th meals for the day, all family size.  

6 months later….

Dresden was trying to get out of bed to eat but couldn’t move.  Zed helped him move over to a new bed, one with a scale, and as Dresden was wobbling around, Dresden injured his foot.  Trying to put any pressure on it, Dresden was met with extreme pain.  Zed put his leg up onto a pillow. 

“It's hog.  You're never walking again.”, Zed stated.

Moving the bariatric bed up so Dresden could eat, he heard Zed preparing the bed’s scale.  A sound came out of it - 952 lbs.

Dresden was in shock.  He realized that his life, any hope of living a normal life, was over.  Zed laughed, “My hog, look at you.” 

Massive stretch marks inflamed Dresden’s belly, his thighs covering any semblance of manhood he had.  A huge fat pad covered his deeply buried cock, begging for any release.  His moobs, so fat, had nipples stretched so far out that they touched his elbow.  The last thing Zed noticed was Dresden’s side fat and his ass.  It was covering the entire bed now.  It was only 6 months, and Zed knew he was going to need to upgrade.

Dresden wanted Zed to suck him off so bad.  His deeply buried cock needed it.  “Please, can you, get me off?”, Dresden pleaded.  He couldn’t reach his cock since about 3 weeks prior.

“Only if you eat.”, Zed stated.

Dresden ate and felt good as Zed helped locate his lost cock in all of his fat.  Using the fat to lube up his dick, Dresden started to get off.  As he was getting off, the world started to go blurry.

“Zed, maybe you should stop.”, Dresden stammered.

Zed began to push harder and harder knowing this was the end for Dresden.  He pushed more and more.

Dresden felt his chest seizing up as he was getting off.  Jiggling his belly one last time, and shoving in food one last time, his last thought as he gave one last orgasm was a regret.  A small regret.

The regret was that he didn’t have that last piece of cake.  

Dresden saw white as he took his final breath.

[free-pancakes]

Hey pancakes Ms. X here.. How are you doing?

I come here for the 5 words game prompt. The words are : chocolate, braids, cheeks, water, pony

Again I love you pancakes!

hello! per usual, i got carried away! i really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you like it :) levihan childhood/gradeschool AU!

“Let’s give our new classmate, a warm welcome!” All of the 2nd graders in the class stared up at the little boy standing at the front of the classroom, dark-haired bangs covering much of his face, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, arms almost invisible under the oversized t-shirt he wore.

“Miss Nanaba, you didn’t say what his name was!” One of the kids asked—she stared earnestly, her big, brown eyes magnified by her big, round glasses, brown hair tied into braided pig tails hugging her cheeks.

Nanaba smiled at her most curious student, and subsequently crouched down next to the boy, placing her encouragingly on his shoulder, and whispered into his ear. When she finished, he looked back to the floor, and quietly said, “My name is Levi Ackerman,” and quickly rushed to sit down at the open desk nearest to him.

Once the lunch bell rang, all of the kids ran out as soon as they were dismissed, Levi straggling behind. He walked outside, his eyes met with bright sunlight as he watched kids running around the playground, some sitting on the sidewalks and picnic tables opening up their lunches. Levi’s stomach rumbled as he watched his classmates pull out their meals—he looked away and walked over to the corner of the playground and sat alone, poking his fingers at the blades of grass to pass the time.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared over the grass in front of him.

“Hi, Levi!”

It was the kid who asked his name earlier.

“Can I sit with you?” She asked with a big grin on her face, missing teeth here and there.

Levi nodded, and she plopped down in the grass next to him, opening up her lunchbox.

“See this??” She pointed to one of her teeth, poking it to show Levi it was loose and wiggling around. “I’m about to lose my 3rd baby tooth! So my mom packed me a bunch of soft food so it wouldn’t hurt too chew!” She pulled out a sandwich, and opened her mouth to take a huge bite—but she stopped. She saw Levi’s grey eyes fixated on the sandwich in her hand.

“Did you finish your lunch already?”

Levi hesitated, and shook his head.

“…Did you pack a lunch at all?”

They had just moved to this town from far away, his mother and uncle had saved up to buy land for a farm. Kuchel was still at the old house packing up the last few things, and Kenny was busy tending to the livestock. In all the chaos, their fridge had run empty without his uncle realizing... or really caring for that matter. “Let the boy learn to fend for himself, Kuchel,” he always said, or whatever, Levi thought.

Levi looked away, until he felt a soft piece of bread poking at his arm. Hange held half her sandwich out towards him, smiling at him.

He shook his head, but Hange insisted. “Levi, you’re hungry!” So she pouted and gave him her best set of puppy-dog-eyes until he took it and began to eat. She insisted to share her peaches and a small chocolate pastry with him as well.

While they munched on their food together, Levi listened to Hange babble on and on about one of the stories they read in class today. Levi found himself chewing so slow just so he could hear everything she said.

“…and thats why I want to see a real live pony someday! They’re so cute!” Levi thought ponies were pretty gross, slobbering all over the place, but to each their own, he guessed.

Two weeks passed, and Hange had managed to take extra food from home for Levi, until he was finally able to bring a lunch—she had never questioned why he didn’t have one for oall that time—but she noticed how much he loved the chocolate pastries her mother made, so she kept sharing those with him anyway.

They continued to eat together everyday for most of the school year, Levi always wanting to listen about the newest thing Hange was raving about, and makingsure he always had an extra napkin to wipe off Hange’s inevitably crumb-ridden and sticky cheeks whenever she had a PB&J sandwiches in her lunchbox.

——

Months passed, and winter came, snow falling calmly outside. Today was the day Levi had planned to thank Hange for everything—the food… and most importantly: for being his first friend. Kenny was planned to come home late today, and he’d be able to surprise Hange without getting in trouble. When the school bell rang at the end of the day, Levi turned to Hange. She smiled as she wrapped her big yellow scarf around her neck. The two began to walk together, just a quick 15 minute walk back to Levi’s home.

“Wow, Levi! I can’t believe you’re taking me on an adventure!” She giggled as she pointed out all the wildflowers on the side of the road, talking about the different birds that flew overhead. Levi was so excited, he couldn’t even pay attention to what Hange was going on about. Once they were outside his house, he asked Hange if he could use her scarf to blindfold her, and she nodded ecstatically nearly jumping up and down as Levi tied it comfortably over her glasses. He took her hand, the feel of her mittens soft in his palm, his heart feeling warm as he gripped, a smile nearly appearing on his face. He then led her back to the stables behind his house, lifting their knees up high with every step through the snow.

They walked through the door, met with warmth from the heaters inside. She giggled as he placed a bucket in her hands—“Careful, don’t let the water spill,” he said. Levi ran behind her, and began to guide her forward, and he pushed her arms up to hold the bucket slightly above her head.

The sound of slurping began, Hange struggling to hold the bucket still, and laughed the entire time.

Levi then slowly untied her scar from over her eyes, and she stared straight into the eyes of a beautiful, brown pony, it’s main soft and silky draping over the side of it’s face, a huge pink tongue lapping up the water in her hands.

Hange’s eyes grew big and nearly sparkled as her her jaw dropped in awe as she stared and the pony. Levi couldn’t help but stare at Hange, both shocked to see her speechless for once, and excited to see her so happy.

After some time, she put the bucket down. And suddenly, Levi felt her arms wrap around him tight, her cheek squishing up against his, and he felt her tears run down between them.

“This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, Levi,” she whispered as she hugged him tighter. Levi closed his eyes and smiled, until he heard footsteps—a huge shadow now lingering above them.

“Now what do we have here?”

Levi let go of Hange and hid her behind him.

“Come on now, nephew. No need to do that, I don’t bite!”

He crouched down to their height—“And what’s your name, little one?”

Levi frowned and pushed against Hange. “You dont have to—“

“H-Hange! My name’s Hange!” She said.

“I saw that the pony here really likes you,” Kenny said.

“H-He does?!” Hange exclaimed, her eyes lit up brightly.

“Hange, would you like to pet him?” Kenny asked, eliciting an enthusiastic nod from Hange. He picked her up and held her close to the pony’s head, and it neighed happily as Hange pushed her hand through its mane, giggling at how soft it felt under her fingers. Kenny peered down at Levi whose eyes were fixated on Hange—shocked as he had never seen his nephew smile before.

“Hey Hange, how would you like to have dinner with us? Levi’s mother is coming home soon and was going to cook us something special!”

Hange smiled, “I think I’d have to call and ask my mom first!” Kenny smiled and let her down, telling her to go right inside the house, and a phone was there in the kitchen for her to use. Hange smiled and thanked Kenny, and ran inside, waving back at Levi.

Kenny now alone with Levi, turned back to see him scowling up at him.

“Ya better be thanking me, kid.” Kenny snarled. “And don’t act so surprised, I can be nice when I feel like it!” He turned towards the stable door, and without turning around, Kenny whispered:

“But make sure you keep her around alright? She seems like a good friend for you.”

As he left, Levi stood frozen in place. He didn’t know what to feel, it might have been the first time his uncle had ever said something nice to him. But he quickly shook himself out of it—if anything, it meant he could invite Hange over more, and that made his heart do leaps in his chest.