#the scl really was the end of him

[vampirian]

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[knowyourplace-fool]

Bully gojo and shy oc !! Who always torments you and humiliates you. Makes you do all his works and you do out of fear. You don't question him and feels smug . He tells how he hates you( but actually he likes her a lot but he doesn't confess because ypu keep rejecting every guy so he thinks you don't accept him either) and tells you that you are just a burden on this earth but then you get into an accident and don't come to scl for a week. Gojo doesn't know what happened to you and can't find out cuz you don't have frnds either. After a week you come to schl with a bandage to your head and a fracture sling on your arm. He gets worried and clings onto you and tou lash out for the first time telling him that he got what he wanted and he could be happy now. He gets angry and kidnaps you and fucks you🙃

-> omfg YES! gojo is such a bully

-> sorry for any mistakes!

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

All you’ve ever done is mind your own business

Sure, you don’t have many friends but that doesn’t really bother you

You enjoy being independent. Your grades are high in the air, your part time job in your school is more than enough for you to live comfortably. (In this universe, inflation doesn’t exist)

You don’t really talk to anyone, not even family. Whole bunch of drama happened, and they were toxic so you ended up leaving them for university.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until a 6’4 menace walked into your life.

Gojo Satoru was your typical frat boy and the star of the university’s basketball team.

Some may even say the Golden Boy of your university. He was smart, athletic, had a good reputation among the professors and just with people in general. Not to mention, he was ridiculously handsome. Man literally had girls fighting over him.

You’ve seen him in the hallways but never actually interacted with him. He was in a few of your classes but luckily, you guys never were put together in a group.

Until today. Your prof is running a lab and gathered the smartest students he knows to do it for him. It’s kind of a two in one for him, the lab gets complete and you guys gain some experience.

Anyways, the group consists of you, Satoru and his friend Suguru and some other nerdy people

Now unlike Gojo, you already sorta knew Geto. He was really friendly and kind towards you so you were kind of excited to be working with him.

A few days into the lab and Gojo has a sudden fixation with you. Well he always had, but this lab is letting him work closely with you and it’s making his obsession worse.

You’re stupid if you think that Gojo Satoru hasn’t kept on eye out for you. Every time you walk by him in the halls, he gets a hard on just by catching a whiff of you. The cute skirts and the pastel closet you have drives him over the fucking edge.

It takes every cell in his body to resist the urge of grabbing ur wrist, pulling u into the janitors closet and fucking you absolutely dumb and stupid.

You look so cute and innocent, like a little bunny. And god, you are just an easy target to corrupt.

So, Gojo plans a party. A party on the following Saturday after your lab is complete because he knows that you’ll be free.

His plan is to get you to come, keep you company, get you a little hammered, then get a feel of your pussy. Simple plan.

It’s now up to Geto to get you to come to this party. And of course, for his best friend, he’s 100% on board with his plan.

All goes well in the lab and in your final days of completing the report, Geto asked the big question.

“Satoru and I are throwing a party tomorrow. If you’re free, we’d love for you to come. You can bring anyone you want.”

You blush. Party? Your first party? Your brain breaks out in celebration because as much as you liked to spend your weekend relaxing, you also have a severe case of fomo. (Fear of missing out)

Your eyes lit up, saying yes on the spot in excitement. The following day, you went back to your dorm and tore your closet apart, looking for a nice dress. You settled for a blue, body con, summer dress. (despite it not being a party dress but who gives af bc it’s summer)

The next night, you got all dolled up for the party. You made arrangements with Geto to pick you up. He made it on time, looking handsome in his all black fit with his hair in a bun.

You were excited… for nothing.

There was a party (a lit one), but you realized a little too late that your social skills were next to non existent. The whole time, you felt out of place. So you stood in the corner, drink in hand and watched others dance and interact with each other.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

You turn your head only to be faced with a bright blue eyed man, the one and only Gojo Satoru.

“I guess partying is not my thing.”

“Oh come on, come with me.”

He grabbed your hand and headed towards the beer pong table

You and Gojo were a team and surprisingly you two worked perfectly together

The alcohol in your system made you flush, and you found yourself loosening up a bit and having a bit of fun.

Gojo’s plan seemingly was rolling out perfectly. You were a bit drunk, so he took you back to his room to “sober up” (but it was just an excuse to get u alone so he can fuck u but u don’t know that)

Now listen, Gojo got rizz alright. So imagine the look on his face when he went in to kiss you and you slapped him so hard, his face turned the other way.

“I’m not some whore you can use for tonight. I was genuinely having a good time with you, I don’t know why you had to make it sexual.”

You felt like crying. Is this what all guys think about?? Sex?

You get off the bed and head towards the door before you’re pulled back and thrown on the bed

“Satoru, stop! I want to go home.”

And just like how you did with him, he slapped you. Much, much harder.

He didn’t say anything, he just had this look in his eyes that could honestly kill. He took a hold of your wrist with one hand and let his other roam and touch your body.

He pulled your dress up, revealing the lacy, white, underwear you wore. You were a teensy bit wet, not because of him but maybe the alcohol? Or his best friend?

You don’t know, but Gojo thought the wet spot was because of him.

“Tch, saying you don’t wanna hook up but you’re fucking wet f’me.”

He pulled you closer to the head board, reaching out to his night stand and pulling out,,,, cuffs?

“Wait wait wait wait!” You say in a panic. You squirm to get your wrist free but once you feel the metal snake around your wrists and the click afterwards, you were doomed.

Your dress was ripped off by him. Your panty was somewhere on the ground and he easily took off your bra by doing the same thing he did with your dress. You laid nude under him, against your will.

As you can imagine, the night went terribly for you. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while since you had sex (all the way back in high school) and really it was your first time with someone so experienced.

The next morning, you woke up with him cuddling you from behind while his lanky legs were intertwined with yours

You somehow managed to escape his grip and sneak out of the house before anyone could notice. You did have work, but decided to call in because of… well for obvious reasons.

On Monday, you dreaded to go to school. But with midterms coming around the corner, you couldn’t afford to miss a lecture. You dressed in baggy clothes and took a different route to class to avoid Satoru.

The day was going alright until you had to go to the library to pick out a few books to help you on an assignment.

While you were reaching on your tippy toes, someone behind you grabbed the book which made you quickly turn around. Your eyes meet his bright, blue eyes.

“You’re avoiding me now?”

The anger that overcame you in that moment was indescribable. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, threaten him or somehow bring him down, but you couldn’t.

“Did I fuck you mute? Answer me.”

You took a deep breath in and said, “leave me alone”

“Why? What, you think you’re too good for me? That I don’t have enough worth to fuck you? Is that what it is?”

He grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squished them together, pushing you back against the bookshelf in the process. He was holding you so hard, you couldn’t move.

“Listen to me, you slut. Don’t get our roles mixed here. You’re literally a piece of shit next to me. You hold no value in this world. If you died, no one would even think twice about it because no one gives a flying fuck about you. You think you’re soooo fucking special or something. You think you’re too good for everyone. Well you’re not. You’re just a broke whore, with no friends, no family, no hobby— nothing.”

He roughly let’s go of your face that you nearly fall to the floor. You tried your best but couldn’t help but cry at his words. Gojo swings off his backpack, grabs a note package and hands it to you.

“This assignment is due tomorrow at noon. I haven’t gotten the chance to start it because of basketball. So you’re going to do it for me cause you’re a worthless, bunny that has nothing else to do after school hours. And before you think about handing in something stupid, take a look at this.”

He pulls out his phone and in a matter of 10 seconds, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

A video. Of you. Getting fucked by the Gojo Satoru. It’s evident that you’re crying but it’s easy to cover it up with an “excuse”. Your face held a horrified expression.

“P-please, delete that! Please, I’ll do it but please just- just delete the video please!”

“No, not until that assignment is handed in and I have to get 100% on it. If it isn’t handed in or I don’t receive 100%, this will be leaked to everyone in a matter of minutes. I’ll post this shit everywhere with your full name on it, got it?”

You felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. This felt worse than a nightmare. This felt worse than dying even. “Okay, I’ll try my best but I don’t know if I can get-”

“If you don’t get 100 on this assignment, I’m leaking it. I don’t give a shit. I already showed Suguru— sick bastard got off to it, and I’m sure many more will too if you don’t score 100.”

He picks up his backpack and leaves while you stood in distraught. The following night, after work, you immediately started on his assignment. You saw the assignment date and it was assigned 3 weeks ago. He wants you to do 3 weeks of work in 15 hours.

Somehow, you pulled through the night. Researching the best you can on the internet and trying to make it as best as you possibly could. You were able to send him the file at 11:30am so he could skim through it and hand it in.

You ended up leaving early for the day so you could go home and get some sleep. When you woke up the next morning, your nearly dead phone kept ringing over and over.

You pick it up and see hundreds of notifications on various social media’s and a few iMessages

Your thumb clicked on one of the iMessage notifications and there was Satoru’s name with the following message:

“I told you, only 100%”

Below the message was an image of his mark

A 98%

You swipe off of iMessage and open Instagram and boom

Hundreds of new follower requests, numerous dms and clicking of Gojo Satoru’s story, was the video of him blowing your back.

You checked Snapchat and there it was on his story too. You wanted to die. You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself alive than live another day in this situation.

Later that day, you had received an email from the dean’s office regarding a “very sensitive and confidential” meeting that would be taking place tomorrow.

You had an idea of what it might be about but hope and prayed to god that it wasn’t what you were thinking.

But to your luck, this meeting was regarding your sex tape and how there is no longer a spot for you on the dean’s list or team.

Your whole world was crumbling apart. You spent your whole life to get to where you are today, only for him to ruin it in a matter of 12 hours.

You left the building slowly, still deeply thinking about what you could’ve done to prevent this. How stupid you are to go to that party and slap the Gojo Satoru.

“Why is this happening to me?”

All of a sudden, everything goes black.

You wake up in a hospital. Your head felt heavy and your arms was twitching. You look around and see… no one. The nurse catches a glimpse of your eyes and quickly walks in to check on you.

She explains that you were in an accident and that they tried to get in contact with an emergency contact but you hadn’t stated anyone. You stayed at the hospital overnight so they can monitor your brain activity and fortunately they were able to discharge you the next morning.

You took the rest of the week off from school and Gojo Satoru was losing his mind. He had spammed called you from various numbers but you weren’t answering your phone at all. He went from his usual mean insults to angry insults to pleading for a response back.

He doesn’t see you until Monday, with a bandage around your head and your arm in a cast which is also in a sling. He nearly runs to you, wanting nothing but to embrace you.

And he does. Holds onto you tightly, inhaling your shampoo until you knee his in the balls.

He immediately drops down and you completely lose your cool. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you! You ruined my life! You’re not allowed to touch me after you forced me to have sex with you and shared the video with the entire campus! You got what you wanted Satoru! You stole everything from me! Broke my entire world, burned my hard work down! Made me feel worthless! And now you want to act all concerned?! I hope you rot in hell!”

You ended up going home for the day, otherwise another headache would’ve set in. You took a quick lap before getting up and getting ready for work because those hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

You had the closing shift and although working with one hand was quite the challenge, you desperately needed the money.

After closing up, the walk to your apartment is about 10 minutes away. Everything was going fine until a car quickly pulled up next to you, two men sprung out and shoved you into the car before you even had the chance to react.

One of them had his hand over your mouth while the other held your legs together.

You were blindfolded and tied in the car and after a while the car came to a stop and you were carried out.

You were thrown on the floor and when the blindfold was removed, you were met with his eyes again.

You immediately started crying. You were afraid and quite frankly exhausted of everything that’s happened over the last week.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go. I’ll never ever bother you again. I’m sorry.”

You plead and beg but you hear his belt unbuckling. “Please! Please, I beg you Satoru! I’m sorry! I can’t- I can’t do it again please!”

You were left unheard. He threw you on the bed and tied your limbs to the bed. One of your arms was already in extreme pain and the other arm was starting to hurt too because of how tightly he tied you.

Every ounce of hope drained from your body when you felt his cock push into you. He pushed your head into the mattress and fucked you hard, like there was no tomorrow. Your tears soaked the mattress. Sweat, tears and snot covering your puffing face.

Satoru went on for hours. Abs glistening in sweat, his arm veins popping out because of how hard he was holding you. Not to mention his cock was coated with loads of cum.

You were passed out by the time he finished with you. Your body shaking on its on, cum dripping out your cunt and marks/bruises left all over your soft skin.

Hopefully his bunny learned her lesson.

[chleem]

Not a big deal pt2

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament. 

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy or translate my work!

♡⸝⸝ p1 | index | p3

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“Can I have your number?”

A guy from the WCU team came up to you, while you were waiting for Luke. Your parents left due to a job emergency, and left you with your 'responsible' older brother. But currently, he was taking forever in the men’s locker room, and you were getting hit on by a guy from the WCU basketball team. 

He wasn’t ugly, but not handsome either. He was tall (duh) and…just, not your type. He said his name was Gus, and forced some small talk with you, which resulted in him asking for your number. 

“Um, sure,” you awkwardly smile, even though deep down you didn’t want to give it to him. When you reach for his phone, he purposely makes his hand brush against yours, which just gives you the ick. 

Huh. Let’s give him Luke’s number. That would be funny as fuck. 

You type in Luke’s number, giving him a smile as you hand it back to him. “Thanks,” he smiles, gross, and then texts something. “Did you receive it?”

You pretend to check your phone, and nod. “Yeah.”

“Great, um, then… I’ll text you,” he bites his lip, slipping his phone back in his pocket. Is it the end of this conversation? Please, let this be it. But of course, it isn’t. “We have a party, going on tonight.”

“Really?” You pretend to be intrigued. 

“Yeah, to celebrate the winning team. You should…you should come,” Gus invites. 

Oh shit. You really didn’t want to go, especially if you were going with this guy. Please, make something happen so you can reject this guy. 

And as if God heard your prayers, he sends an angel to your rescue. Just, not the angel you expected. 

The door of the men’s locker room opens, and both of you glance to see who it is. 

Drew. He comes out in a fresh set of clothes, wet hair, towel around his neck, and duffle bag hanging on his shoulders. Fuck. He looked soooo good. 

“So are you up for it?” Gus asks, turning to you. You literally had to force your eyes away from Drew. Plus, Gus says it loud enough for Drew to hear, who’s not even a meter away from you. 

You get ready to reject him, when Drew suddenly joins the conversation, wrapping an arm around Gus. Your eyes widen at his interruption, him smiling as he glances between the two of you. “Gus, who’s this you’ve got here?”

His blue eyes stare into yours; bringing you back to that night. 

His question lingers in the air, and he squeezes Gus’ shoulder to get an answer out of him. “Um, y/n. This is Drew, our captain.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped that Drew would tell Gus that he knows who you are, and that you’ve met before. He doesn’t; instead, he says, “Nice to meet you,” followed by a wink. A wink that Gus doesn’t notice, too busy staring you down. 

Oh. Oh. You feel yourself get a degree hotter, physically. 

“What were you guys talking about?” Drew asks, glancing at Gus. 

“Um, just the party tonight. I’m asking y/n if she would like to come with me.”

Drew turns back to you, his eyebrows furrowed. Fuck. What did that expression mean? “It sounds very interesting,” you say, faking a smile at Gus. “But uh, I support the ECU,” you joke, pointing to the jersey you were wearing. 

The two guys' eyes scan your body, but only one of them really got to see what was underneath the jersey. “It’s open to the public,” Drew says, his eyes still lingering on your body. 

You bit down on your lip, trying to suppress your smile. Okay, so maybe he would like to see you at the party. “Where is it?”

“The hotel next to ECU, where we’re staying. Room…302, I believe?” Gus turns to Drew for confirmation, who just nods, forcing his eyes back to your face. 

You stare at Drew, who’s got a small smirk on now. “Open to the public,” he murmurs again, the smirk turning into a small smile now. 

God must hate you, because he sends the devil to your side during the crucial moments. The door to the locker room opens yet again, and when you glance at who it was, it was Luke. In fresh clothes, just gotten out the shower, and looking like he wanted to murder someone. 

His expression turns even meaner when he sees you with the WCU team members. He goes and stands closely beside you, his presence very pressuring. “What- what’s going on here?”

Fuck. Luke sounds like he wants to pick up a fight. You glance between Gus and Drew, who looks alarmed but confused at the same time. “Nothing; you took forever,” you tell your brother instead, hoping he can brush it off. “You should go get a cab.”

You push his shoulder to get him moving, but he doesn’t budge. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, before turning to Drew. Your brother wasn’t born yesterday; he knew they were hitting on you. “She’s a minor.”

Your brother always said that, whenever he found guys hitting on you. It scares them away, but you didn’t want Drew to be scared away. 

“I’m not,” you say firmly, trying to meet Drew’s eyes. “I’m 18 already.”

“Shit,” Gus comments, shocked. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t have hit on you if I knew you were so young-"

“So why are you still standing here?” Luke rudely comments. 

You just focused on Drew’s reaction; he’s looking elsewhere now, his other hand now scratching the side of his face. He’s definitely in shock, because you didn’t tell him that you were 18. But, what’s wrong with being 18? You’re a legal person now, so, was it that big of a deal? 

“Yeah, so sorry,” Gus apologizes, which doesn’t make you feel any better. You feel much worse. Wow, thanks a lot, Luke. 

You don’t miss how Drew’s eyes flicker over your body, while shock is still written on his face. 

“You should be. She’s still a kid,” Luke continues to say. “Didn’t know you were jerks off and on court.” Okay. Now your brother was just being petty about losing. 

“Could say the same about you,” Drew suddenly speaks up, his eyes turning to Luke. He stops scratching his face, biting on his lips now. 

Right. You’re suddenly reminded of Luke’s push at Drew towards the end of the game. Fuck. You wanna ask if he’s okay or not. You don’t even glance at Luke; he’s probably even more upset now.

“We gotta get going though, we’ve got stuff to do,” Drew adds, squeezing Gus’ shoulder again. 

“What stuff? Hitting on more minors?” Your brother gives them a nasty smirk, thinking his comment ate. 

“Actually, the local news are interviewing us,” Gus says, which comes out as a flex to your brother. “But, again, so sorry.”

“Yeah, we’ll, see you around,” Drew says, awkwardly glancing between the two of you. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment; and it was filled with shame and guilt. 

It doesn’t take an expert to analyze that look: he regrets sleeping with you. 

They walk outside the building, Drew taking his arm off Gus. Your eyes can’t help but follow them, watching their every move. You see Gus showing Drew something on his phone, and he grabs it out of his hand, examining it. Huh. What did he show Drew?

“They didn’t deserve to win,” your brother’s comment makes you pull your eyes away from them. Right, you’re reminded of this fucker that you’re unfortunately related to.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say, genuinely pissed. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“What? Sorry for trying to protect you,” Luke says back, the anger in his voice matching yours. “Seriously, I don’t get enough credit for being a loving brother.”

“‘Loving brother’?” You laugh, as you walk towards the door, pushing it open. “No, you were just being a jerk. That was purely for your ego.”

“Ego my ass,” Luke follows behind you, the two of you walking side by side but not looking at each other. “You think I want to spend my time worrying about you?”

“Well, that’s exactly how you spend your time,” you angrily reply. 

“Can’t help it; I’m your brother, y/n. Nothing will change that,” Luke says. You roll your eyes, stopping at the cab sign, hoping a random cab will drive by. “But y/n, can you promise me one thing?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, turning to your brother. 

His expression softens, and he lowers his voice. “Don’t- don’t get involved with the WCU guys, okay? Can you promise me that?”

Too late. “Why?” You ask, curious. 

“Imagine if I became friends with someone you hated a lot,” Luke says, and you imagine him with your classmate that you found annoying as fuck. Yeah, that image pisses you off. “Same goes for WCU. That…if I won, that would’ve been the turning point for me. But I didn’t. And I have every right to be upset.”

You stay silent, biting down on your lip. Shit. “Any guy, y/n. I wouldn’t care. Just, not them. Promise me that.”

How can you promise that when you’ve broken it in the first place?

A cab drives by, saving you from having to answer. “You got money?” You ask instead, holding your hand out to gesture the cab to stop. It stops, and you open the door. 

A small smile appears on his face, shaking his head lightly. “You owe me a lot,” he says, as you get in. 

“And you don’t complain, because you’re my ‘loving brother’,” you throw his words back at him, as he gets in the cab. 

He shakes his head again, before telling the driver the address to home.

Shit. This was awkward, you think. No involvement with WCU guys. Impossible, when you lost your virginity to one of them. And not just any one of them, the captain of their basketball team for god’s sake. 

——

How did you end up alone with Drew, in his hotel room?

Despite what your brother said, you still showed up at the WCU party. A very rude thing to do. But you figured, as long as no one from his team saw you here, it would be safe. For all he knows, you’re at the library studying. 

It went well at first; you showed up at the hotel room Gus told you, wandering around awkwardly. A few minutes and couple of drinks later, you bumped into Gus. He's definitely more flirty and pushy now, under the influence of alcohol.

It was Drew that saved you, butting in and forcing Gus to refill his drink. 

And now, you were in his hotel room, sitting at the foot of his bed. Drew leaned against his small kitchen sink, staring at the floor. This was more awkward than talking to Gus. 

You take the chance to look around; his washed clothes hanging by the window, unmade bed, messy dining table with his textbooks, and his luggage opened, some items just spread onto the floor. 

You play with your fingers, looking everywhere but Drew. Why did you agree to be alone with Drew, in his hotel room? It was weird, and very dangerous. 

It felt like time had stopped, until Drew spoke up. “So…you’re 18?”

“Yeah,” you nod awkwardly, your gaze turning to Drew. He bites down on his lip; looks of guilt written all over his face. You did not like that. “Been 18 for a very long time. So…”

Silence. Again. 

Drew seems to be in a spiral, trying to process everything. 

The silence was nerve-wracking; what was he thinking about? 

“Wait…” he starts, running a hand through his hair. He looks at you with furrowed brows, his eyes squinted slightly. “You…you’re…were you a virgin that night?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

“Tell me the truth, y/n,” he seriously says, scratching the corner of his mouth nervously. 

Something about his blue eyes make you want to surrender everything to him. You look away; focusing on the floor. “Yes,” you breathe out, “that was my first time.”

“Fuck,” Drew curses, and you glance at him. He’s clearly stressed, even starting to walk back and forth in front of you. “Fuck…I asked you that night. Why did you lie?”

“Would you have fucked me still?” You ask, sounding way bolder and rude that you expected. “Even if I told you-“

“I’m 24, y/n,” he interrupts. 

Drew’s 24? That’s…six years older than you. Oh wow.

But for some reason, you just can’t find yourself hating this age gap. It was one night, and both of you consented to it. So, was it that big of a deal?

“Do you wanna…sit?” You start, seeing how stressed Drew was. Drew hesitates; but eventually sits down on the spot you patted. You lick your lips nervously, glancing between his lap and yours. “Do you regret it?”

You ask; only because you need to get it off your chest. It was suffocating you; wondering it he regrets or hates that he slept with you. “No,” he answers almost instantly. You look up at his eyes, behind the stress, was softness and admiration in them. “I don’t. I enjoyed it, I…I enjoyed it.”

That makes you smile, and you shyly look down at your lap again. “Me too,” you whisper. And you can’t believe it, but you admit to him, “you set the standard high for me.”

That actually makes him laugh, and he covers his mouth in attempt to remain serious. You smile even wider, butterflies in your stomach that are proud you made him laugh. He shrugs, “Pretty easy when I have no competitors.”

You poke the side of his ribs, causing him in flinch in pain. You furrow your eyebrows, “are you okay?”

He rubs the part you poked, but shrugs, “just fell on my back today. Wasn’t bad.”

Oh. Luke pushed him. That must’ve hurt like hell, yet he’s acting careless. “You’re lying. Lemme see,” you reach for his shirt, and surprisingly, he doesn’t stop you. Instead, he leans down on the bed, tucking his arms behind his head. 

Woah. This angle of Drew, was crazy. You gulp, trying to ignore how hot he looked in his position and focus on examining his lower chest. You lift his shirt, and see some bruises that you didn’t see the last time, all over the side of his abs. Shit. “I’m gonna kill him,” you threaten, anger building up at Luke.

“Happens all the time,” he says, hooded eyes looking at you. “Really; this isn’t the worst that’s happened to me.”

“Hard to believe,” you look at him, your head slightly tilted. You couldn’t help but trace your hands on the outline of his abs; what a perfect body he has. 

“Broke my arm two years ago,” he says, and you gasp, to which he just nods. “Yeah, and the guy refused to pay for the bills. Really, your brother’s not the worst.”

“Did I tell you he’s my brother yet?” You suddenly rethink, wondering how he knows you’re related to Luke.

“You guys look identical. Almost thought you were twins.”

Very offended, you press on his bruise, causing him to flinch, hard. You giggle, putting your hands back in your lap. “Don’t say that, ever again.”

“Yes ma’am,” his eyes land on your lap. “Keep doing that.”

“Do what? Press on your bruise?”

“No; the thing you did earlier,” his voice suddenly drops lower.

You trace on his abs again, “this?”

“Yeah,” he says.  

The sudden urge to kiss him is strong. And the way Drew looks at you, he wants to kiss you too. 

“I want to kiss you,” he admits as well, a small smile on his lips. 

You kiss him lightly as a response, leaning onto his body. Drew seems to miss you, because he kisses you urgently and hungrily. One of his hand wraps around the back of your neck, flipping you over. Now, you were under him, the feel of his dangling necklace was against your throat.

You kiss him, trying your best to show him how much you’ve missed him as well. But, it seems like Drew was winning, with his boner pressing your lower stomach. You couldn’t help but laugh, and Drew pulls away from you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Awww, does kissing me turn you on?” You tease, feeling bold and confident with Drew on top of you. You run your hands through his hair, feeling how soft it is. 

“Insanely,” he admits, a small smile on his lips now. He returns to kissing you, before moving his lips down your neck. He sucks on the skin there, causing your back to arch in pleasure, your lips moaning his name. 

His hands slip under your dress, playing with the fabric of your underwear. But just as his hands get ready to slip in, he suddenly comes to a stop. He rubs your inner thigh, resting his head against your neck.

Then, he gets off of you, laying on the spot beside you.

What? You’re really confused, and you sit up, looking down at him. He’s covering his face with his hands, and you ask, “Why did you stop?”

“I… I don’t have a condom.”

Fuck.  

“Plus, this isn’t right.”

Excuse me? “What, what are you talking about?” You laugh nervously, wondering where he was going. His hands were still covering his face, so you had no idea if he really means anything he says. 

“You’re 18. This isn’t right.”

“Wow,” you scoff in disbelief.

You thought that when he kissed you again, it meant that he was okay with this. But he isn’t. In fact, he’s nowhere near okay with how young you were. Then why did he kiss you again? Why get hard at the simple act of kissing you? “Unbelievable,” you murmur, looking away from him. 

This age gap is a bigger deal to him than to you, it seems.

“I just…this isn’t right,” he says, coming out unclear since his hands are covering his face. 

You furrow your eyebrows even harder. Why won’t he look at you? Is it that shameful? Having involvement with you? “Why are you covering yourself?”

He doesn’t respond; so you admit, “now you’re making me sad by not even looking at me.” 

That makes him take his hands off his face, and you meet his blue eyes. He’s trying to not express it, but it’s really evident; Guilt. Guilt for wanting to sleep with you. “This isn’t right,” he repeats again, more softer this time.

You look away from him, biting down on your lip, “good to know.”

Drew sits up now, and he wraps his hand around yours. You quickly pull away; you feel disgusting now. Disgusted, by how he’s disgusted by you, by your age. You’re so stupid, thinking that Drew was going to want to sleep with you again.

Silence. Again. 

“I really like you,” he suddenly admits. 

“But you don’t want me,” you say, finding his sudden confession really stupid, not at all flattering to hear. 

“Don’t say that.”

“But that’s how you feel, isn't it?”

"No. Not even close," he murmurs, so low that if the room wasn't dead quiet now, you wouldn't catch it. “Do you like me too?” This question, he asks much louder, and you feel his stare burning down the side of your face.

“Does it matter? ‘This isn’t right’,” you throw his words back at him, which makes him lick his lips awkwardly, looking back down at his lap. Why can't he make up his mind? God knows you have, but what about Drew?

You roll your eyes, standing up.

“Where you going?”

“Leaving. I’m so stupid for even coming here in the first place.”

You look down at him, expecting some kind of reaction at least. But no. His eyes stay glued to his lap. And still no reaction, as you walk out his hotel room. He doesn’t follow you, call your name, nothing. He does nothing, nothing to try to stop you from leaving.

——

“Where’ve you been?”

No answer.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

No answer again.

“Y/n.”

Luke grabs onto your arm, stopping you from escaping to your room. 

You look up at his eyes, seeing the concern in them. 

And you don’t know why, but you cry. You cry, and Luke just brings you into his arms, hugging you. Being in his arms make you cry even harder, the tears flowing out like a waterfall. 

Luke doesn’t question it; simply just hugging you. 

You didn’t know that a boy from West Carolina would effect you this much. Affecting you physically and emotionally. Weird. 

Do you like me too? Yes, you think. I like you, even though I know nothing about you. I like you, even though you’re years older than me. I like you, even though I’ll never see you again. 

I like you, which is not a big deal. Not at all.

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word count: 3.4k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: 😶‍🌫️ y'all prob hate me for this ending... BUT im open to making a third part ! imo, at the end of the day, drew will still feel weird for being with an 18 year old, despite being crazy attracted to her. idk, depends, would you guys want a third part, or is this a good end?

anyways, thanks for reading and enjoying the first part! flashing lights ch5 will be out this week <3

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[blackjackkent]

I just realized that I never went to the Mason's Guild, so decided to swing by that quickly before going to deal with Malus since Rakha was already outside. I didn't really recall there being much of anything that would particularly resonate with her, and I was pretty much correct. (Hector, once again, was much more bothered by/interested in the place because it's the endpoint of the "Investigate the Selunite Resistance" quest, but Rakha doesn't have a lot of interest in the SCL's history except insofar as it helps her end the curse or find Ketheric Thorm and separate his head from his body. )

One thing did strike me as interesting, though!

This pile of bones pings a perception check when you walk past it, and I was pretty baffled by it on Hector's run. The plaque next to the table reads, "Here lies the Grand Mason, his bones and lies exposed." Investigating the bones, however, reveals: "A pile of crushed bones of varying shapes, sizes, and... creatures."

There's no further available information here to indicate why this is important or why it got a perception check.

Like many things about the Shadow-Cursed Lands, this crystallizes a lot more on a second playthrough. The reason this is notable is that this skeleton is NOT the Grand Mason - we MEET the Grand Mason in the House of Hope later. He was one of the last remaining Selunites in the town, as we learn in the mason's guild basement, and he was also the one who made a deal with Raphael to bring in the forces of the Hells to drive out Ketheric's initial occupation. (This is also the reason for all the references to the Grymforge Sharran installation being shattered apart and full of sulfuric residue.)

If I understand the timeline correctly, Ketheric then left the curse behind him as a sort of scorched-earth response to his loss to Raphael's forces. (And, one assumes, this display of the "grand mason's bones" was meant to be a warning about the costs of defying Ketheric/Shar - and also to hide the fact that he didn't actually have the Mason's body to display.)

I do love that some of these details show some interconnected things that aren't really apparent until you come back through a second time.

Anyway, Rakha didn't really care about any of this, but I do. :P

[madridfangirl]

helloooooo favourite writer!!!

amidst the passionate love-making you’ve portrayed Ananya & Jude to do, i would really like to see a blurb of jude coming home after a bad game / bad day / bad training and for him to come home and fuck ananya ‘roughly’ but it was basically just him being aloof and distant - as if he were fucking a bobo doll. then i want to see ananya call out jude for it, and for him to maybe break down? tears, angry tears, angst (obviously from guilt but also he just has had a really shit day)

then, i would really like the end to be soft, love-making of the two, (ananya preferably on top) as she takes care of him (preferably sitting up so jude hugs around her, maybe even face in chest as she rides him??)

sorry if this is a lot to take in, but so is jude’s c-

have a nice day, and please tag me in the end product 🫧🎀

Helloo dear reader :)

Loooks like you have a really elaborate idea here. Maybe you should write it 😇

I have already written an aspect of it in SCL - their first time when Jude was not in the right state of mind and she stopped him midway to say she couldn’t feel her Jude.

[babygirlsthoughtsexactly]

Haven't posted in a while.. thankfully finally escaped my situation and haven't really needed this shit to cope.. but here we are. I'm wastes, but that not unusual moreso these days. Don't be mistaken, I have been good. And for the most part trigger and trauma free. I finally took ALL my shit and left him a little over a month ago, and moved in with my boyfriend, We will call him SCL. Things with me have been pretty smooth for the most part, but the same pesky problem continue to persist. I'm starting to think I don't get to have control over who remains in my life.. wait fuck that. So SCL refused to confront TWFE since the very beginning and I really don't understand why. He says that he doesn't want to hurt him, but I know he's not telling the truth. Considering I told him that he will never go away unless he does and the fact that he pulled some shit tonight makes me think that maybe my interpretation of everything between us was completely off.. but keeping him at bay only works for so long. Eventually he realizes that I don't want him. I am happy with who I am with and even if I wasn't . I don't need him

So I'm fucked up with no business leaving and he comes up behind me on the bike. Granted that the store is only about 6 blocks away and it was 4AM there isn't a fucking chance in HELL I just coincidentally ran into my ex at the very end of my alleyway. So guess I'll leave y'all hanging cause I'm tired of typing..

Maybe.. TBC..

[kaaytea]

I feel like bulked up Asada would look like Tsukki? 😅

Miyuki carving his s/o name on his bat 🥺🥰 it made me so S O F T. For some reason It reminded me of the ep where Miyuki goes to that lil road at the back of the dorms to practice alone? Imagin one day his s/o comes with him. They sit on the stairs watching him practice & when he's done both of them just sit there talking. Their head on his shoulder looking up at the night sky & then he carves their name (let just pretend that the wooden bat belongs to him and not the scl)💕

sorry I'm rambling my friend got me to read a webtoon and now I'm in a cliché romance daze

-Bug Anon

"You can leave if you're bored," the boy said.

He glanced over his shoulder at your sitting figure, briefly admiring the way the fiery glow from the sky tinted your features a rich mixture of gold and orange. It was peculiar how the scene was able to blend your beauty with the bright, aggressive colors; resulting in a picture that looked as equally dangerous as it was delicate.

"I'm fine, you're almost done so it wouldn't make sense to leave now."

"How'd you know I'm almost done?"

"I've been counting your swings."

Miyuki laughed, shaking his head slightly as he wound up to finish his last set of swings.

You really were something else.

By the time he joined you on the steps the moon had taken the sun's position in the sky. The highlights of the golds and reds on your face and hair had frozen over to a pale silver.

You reached up towards Miyuki's face, easily slipping off his glasses before running the towel he'd brought with him across his cheeks and forehead. Miyuki leaned back slightly trying to escape but gave up when your free hand went to the back of his head to hold him in place.

"There," you smiled, placing the towel down. Miyuki just squinted back at you trying to distinguish your expression through his blurry vision.

You slipped his glasses back on his face then pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. Miyuki's face scrunched up once you pulled away.

"Ew"

"Don't 'Ew' me, Miyuki Kazuya!"

He just laughed at you, doubling over and holding onto his stomach. After a slap to the back of the head from you, Miyuki started to compose himself, and soon the pair of you fell into silence watching the dark clouds weave in and out of the maze of stars above you.

"I don't bother you when I watch you practice, right?"

The catcher looked down at where you were leaning against his shoulder. "No, not really." There was a pause as he gathered his next words, his hand sought out yours as he thought. "If anything, I like it when you watch. I like the feeling of having someone supporting me, being proud of what I do, and actively participating in this side of my life."

You answered his words with a hum and sat up straight.

"Can I see your bat?"

A cheeky smile spread across his face. "You're being very forward tonight, (y/n)-chan~"

"KAZUYA!"

"Ok ok," he said through laughs, dodging your hand as you attempted to slap the back of his head again. He grabbed the bat sitting on the stair beside him and placed it in your lap.

You picked up the bat, your hands sliding to the part where the handle just starts to tapper into the barrel, It's there where you neatly printed your initials.

Miyuki gently took the bat back from you. The simple letters had entranced him, a smile tugged at his lips as he ran his thumb over them. It was cheesy but he fell in love with you all over again. You had become his chosen family; a person he loved and trusted to no ends.

When he looked up from the bat he was met with your smile.

"Now I'll always be with you when you play!"

[robo-writes-haikyuu]

Oikawa - Childhood Friends to Lovers

Request: Hey! could you write a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Oikawa and a f/reader. Maybe you could do it in stages? like kindergarten to high scl to collage to marriage to their first child. (imagine best friend but they don't know they r in love, like the reader helps him impress his girlfriend and comforts him when he looses or helps him when his knee hurts. And it finally hits him like a ton of bricks that she is the one- sorry this is just me rambling over how much I love him.❤) Thanks

a/n: Thank you for waiting so patiently for me anon 😭 I’m so sorry you had to wait so long! But it’s finally here! I didn’t end up getting them to the marriage part cause the word count was getting out of hand, but I hope you still like it! 💖 I hope this was worth the wait! (Also I didn’t proofread this so there’s probably a few typos and grammatical errors in this too 😭 I’m sorry!)

Pairing:  Oikawa x fem!reader

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: hints of angst and comfort, mostly just fluff, romantic tension, and a cliche love confession

It was recess, and all of the kids in your class were outside climbing on the playground and playing games with each other. Well, all of the kids except for you. 

On the first day of school, it seemed like everyone was able to make friends except for you. Kindergarten was pretty scary and you were too shy to talk to anyone, so you had a tendency to spend a lot of time by yourself. Not only that, but every attempt you made to make friends and play with the other kids was typically met with turned backs. 

You sat on a swing at the playground and watched as the other kids giggled and ran after each other. You dangled your feet and drew little shapes in the sand; did anyone else feel this lonely? Is it normal to feel this way?

Suddenly, a ball struck the sand and bounced towards your feet. You look up and see a boy with brown floppy hair scampering towards you. He stops and greets you with a big grin.

You looked up at him inquiringly and then down at the ball at your feet; ah, that must be why he’s here. You tapped the ball with the tip of your shoe and rolled it over back to him. 

“No silly,” the boy giggled and reached down to grab the ball. “You’re supposed to play volleyball with your hands!”

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“You’re (y/n) right?” he said as he spun the volleyball on his palm. “I’m Tooru Oikawa! I can teach volleyball. I’m pretty good y’know, and I’m gonna be a pro someday!” 

You looked up at him wide-eyed. He knew your name? 

You nervously fiddle with your fingers and dig your shoes back in the dirt. “You… don’t mind?” 

“Nope!” he said, bouncing the ball in his hands. 

“What’s the hold up, Loserkawa?” 

A spiky-haired boy runs up to Oikawa and gives him a playful swat on the head. Oikawa pouts and rubs the spot where he was hit. 

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean~” Oikawa whines. 

You tried to stifle a giggle, but ended up bursting into laughter. The boys share a confused look with each other and shrug.

Oikawa outstretches a hand to you, “Come on, everyone’s waiting!” 

—

Outside of team practices, Oikawa was hitting jump serves left, right and center until his palms were numb. You saw the blood, sweat, and tears that went into each hour of his practices. He didn’t just want to do jump serves, he wanted to perfect them; and perfect them he did. 

Yet, it still wasn’t enough to beat Karasuno. 

You’d just finished consoling Iwaizumi after Seijoh’s defeat against Karasuno. Iwa urged that you talk to Oikawa, as he had a tendency to sit and brood over his failures, especially when it came to volleyball. 

You got off at the next train stop and hurried to Oikawa’s place. You didn’t bother calling or texting him because he had a tendency to ignore them when he was feeling down. 

His parents let you in and you made your way to his room. You stood outside his room, let out a big sigh, and softly knocked on the door. 

“Hey,” you said, peeking your head in. 

No response. 

You let yourself in and noticed how dark it was inside. The only source of light for his room was the light from his laptop playing replays of professional volleyball matches. You saw him curled up into a ball with his blanket on his futon with the curtains shut. 

You walk over and sit down next to him. There was only silence between you two, save for the background noise of the professional matches playing on TV. 

“(Y/n),” he mumbles into his pillow. “Did you come to try and cheer me up?”

You exhaled a half-assed chuckle. “That was the plan.” 

You saw him side-eye you, not in a threatening or dismissive way, but rather in a way that indicated he was waiting for you to speak.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s with that look?”

“You’re not going to say anything?” he said, sitting up. 

“Tooru,” you groaned. “There’s nothing that I could possibly say to you that you don’t already know.”

He turned to fully face you, his expression curious. 

“That’s the worst part,” you continued. “I know how hard you work and how determined you were to move on to beat Shiratorizawa. You obsessively analyze game after game, play after play, and make the effort to refine every bit of weakness you thought you had. Yet, that still wasn’t enough.”

Oikawa scoffs and rests his chin on his knees. “Sorry for not being a prodigy like Tobio-chan.”

“Listen,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. “This isn’t just your loss. I was just at Iwa’s earlier today giving him the same pep talk. He’s just as devastated as you are, and I’m sure the rest of the team, especially the other third years, feel the exact same way.”

Oikawa pouts and narrows his eyes at the TV screen in front of him. Ugh, he could be such a child sometimes. For god’s sake, you guys will be graduating this year. You’d think he’d learn to manage his emotions better than this. 

You continued. “I could tell you that you’re going to have to change your strategies, but you already know that. I could tell you that you need to cooperate better with your team, but you already know that too. It doesn’t take a genius to understand all of that.”

Oikawa nodded, but still didn't budge from his position. 

“Look at me, Tooru.” you said, grabbing his chin so that you could turn his head to face you. “My point is that you didn’t get to where you are from being a prodigy, and you didn’t get there alone. The fact that you guys were able to keep Karasuno on their toes after their astronomical improvements shows how great of a team you guys are. You guys brought out the best in them, and I think that’s something to be proud of.”

Oikawa, still facing you, averts his eyes from you to watch his TV, until you lean in and rest your forehead against his. You could feel him jump; you couldn’t tell because his room was chilly, but you could have sworn that his face started to get hot. 

“You are the most hardworking, dedicated athlete I know,” you said, placing your hand on top of his. “You got to where you are right now because of your own efforts and dedication. Every success you’ve had comes from the fact that you don’t take failures lightly, and that you do everything it takes to make yourself that much better for next time.” 

He cradled your cheek in his hand and looked deeply into your eyes; after a moment, he finally allowed himself to smile. Yes, it was that smile; not the smile he puts on to mask how he truly feels, and not the smile he puts on to deflect pity from other people. This smile was warm, comforting, and sweet, just like the real Oikawa. 

You squawk as you suddenly feel a pinch on your cheek. 

“(Y/n)-chan,” he snickers, sticking his tongue out at you. “I didn’t realize you thought so highly of me. If you wanted to get so close to me you could have just asked me out on a date~”

“Whatever,” you swatted him on the arm and looked away blushing, “No more pouting, okay?” 

It was times like this where Oikawa was reminded of why you were one of his best friends. You didn’t take any bullshit from him, yet always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better. 

He didn’t know a lot of people in his life that were like that to him. 

— 

After you guys graduated high school, you, Oikawa and Iwaizumi went your separate ways to pursue your career paths. Iwa was in North America, Oikawa in South America, and you stayed in Japan for college. You kept in touch with the boys as often as you could, although you seemed to keep in contact with Oikawa the most.

Oikawa was visiting from Argentina for a much-needed break. He was only in town for ten days, and you offered for him to stay at your place while you were on break from classes. 

You guys were in the middle of having dinner and you were filling each other in on all of the things happening in your lives. Last you heard from Oikawa, he was seeing a girl that he met in Rio. 

“You broke up!?” you choked. “But I liked her! What happened?”

“It didn’t work out,” he said as he dished up his food. “I guess we just didn’t really click that well.”

“You did in the beginning though,” you said with a twinge of jealousy. “I thought you really liked her.”

“I guess I did,” he shrugged. “It didn’t feel any different from my past relationships though.” 

“What do you mean?”

He dug his chopsticks into his noodles and took a bite.  After chewing and swallowing, he said, “She was no different from my past girlfriends.”

“Meaning?”

He paused a moment to collect his thoughts. “I always try to be upfront with my dates about my lifestyle. I try to make it clear to them that volleyball will always be one of my top priorities. They always say that they're okay with it in the beginning and then get mad at me for not dropping everything in my life for them.”

“I get that you’re a busy guy,” you said. “But I don’t think it’s unreasonable for your girlfriend to want to spend time with you.”

“You know me, (y/n)-chan,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always struggled with making time for other people.”

“You never have any issues making time for me,” you said. “We’re literally in two different time zones and you still manage to keep in touch with me. I mean, you’re here, aren’t you?”

Oikawa tries to hide a smirk from sneaking onto his face and averts his gaze from you. 

“So… what’s the issue?” you said, stirring your food. 

“I guess,” he sighed. “I didn’t feel like she was worth my time.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“I don’t mean it in a way that makes me full of myself,” he said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her. I genuinely just think we’re better off with other people.”

You feel a wave of relief pass over you; you’re not sure why, but you couldn’t help but feel glad that Oikawa was single again -- not that you were interested, or anything. It’s just that you wanted him to have more time to focus on his dream, and you just wanted him to be happy… or something like that.  

“Enough about me,” he said, stealing bits of your food off your plate. “ You must be beating guys off with a stick, (y/n)-chan~”

“Oh please,” you scoff. “I wasn’t very popular in high school, so naturally things aren’t much different in college.”

He grinned at you and tousled his hair. “I guess I had nothing to worry about, then.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

At the end of the ten days, you drove Oikawa to the airport and waited with him until he boarded his flight to San Juan. Oikawa gave you his hoodie to wear after you mentioned how cold the airport was. The two of you sat on the chairs, looking through your phones and showing each other tiktoks and memes that you thought were funny. Then, the announcement called for the boarding of his flight. 

You both stood up and gave each other longing looks; this will be the last time you see Oikawa for a while until at least Christmas, which was still months away. You so badly didn’t want him to leave; it felt like he just got there yesterday. 

“I guess I gotta go,” he said.

“Oh, your hoodie--”

“Keep it,” he said, patting the top of your head. You looked up at him, trying to fight back the tears that were stinging your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his chest; you wanted to prolong your memory of his scent for as long as possible so that even while he was gone you still had a piece of him left behind at home. You felt him tighten his arms around you and take in a deep breath. You rested your ear against his chest, and you could hear his heart hammering.

You pull away from him and look at him with concern, “Tooru, are you oka--

You were met with a soft pair of lips against yours. He held both sides of your face with his hands and sweetly deepened the kiss; warmth radiated from your chest and sent tingles throughout your body, igniting your cheeks. You smiled against his lips and returned the gesture with an equal amount of love and tenderness. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“(Y/n),” he said breathlessly, gently brushing your red cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I’ve been too self-absorbed to realize it until now. You’re the person I want to spend all of my time with. That’s why no other girl could ever seemed to be worth my time, because you were the only one that seemed worth it to me.”

Wide-eyed and rosy-cheeked, you looked up at him, barely comprehending what had just happened. You placed your hands on his chest and stared into his eyes, and smiled when you realized that, after all this time, you had felt the exact same way. 

“I’ve loved you too,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed at passerbys staring at the two of you. “You picked one hell of a time to tell me, though.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for you to make such a cute expression like this~”

The final boarding call for his flight sounded and he pulled his bag up over his shoulder before indulging in one more kiss from you. 

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips as he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, trying to tame your rapid heartbeat. “I’ll miss you so much.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I land,” he said, trying to resist the urge to just stay with you and miss his flight entirely. “I promise.”

“You better,” you tease, pecking his lips one last time. “Now go! You’re already late because of me!”

As he walked towards the gate, he turned around to stick his tongue out at you and gave you his signature wink. “It was totally worth it though~”

You simply shake your head and smile back at him with a wave. He got his passport checked and, before entering the gate,  he turned around and blew a kiss to you before finally boarding the plane. Of course, you wouldn’t expect anything less from him. 

simp with me 💗

[sarah-snook]

Can you rec some of your favorite it fics? Reddie and other pairings too?

i sure can! i have so many SO MANY. here are 15 of my many faves with some recs for other works by these authors sprinkled in!!!!!

i can be your hero by @richietoizer​| Reddie | T | 2,205 |an accidental confession fic where eddie finds a college essay richie wrote about him. IT’S CUTE Y’ALL this fic is seriously so slept on. all of ashley’s fics are amazing and literally *chef’s fucking kiss* of course she has her amazing AMTS and SCL fics that everyone should read but this one is just so cute!!! ashley is an amazing writer and i would read anything she contributes to the fandom. she has various WIPs that are amazing as well and that i would HIGHLY recommend you read like the real world and took too many hits off this memory. i love ashley with all my heart and will always be one of her biggest fans but i swear to god, putting my love for her aside, she has a fucking gift for writing. everything she writes is pure fucking gold!

Help Me Remember by @jem-carstairs-is-perfection| Reddie | T | 3,138 |jem carstairs is perfection? more like monse’s writing is perfection! i had a really hard time choosing just one fic of hers because they’re all SO GOOD. she’s literally my fave writer and i love her so much.��she’s amazing at prompt fills too! ugh i cannot stop saying good things about mochi she’s just That. Good. in this one, richie gets drunk and makes out with someone and can’t remember who it is the next day so he tries to find out who it is. i highly recommend reading anything by monse because she is a very talented writer. she’s literally a fluff queen but she also knows how to break your heart…but she’ll always put it back together in the end! 

Tandem by @s-s-georgie | Steddie | T | 4,413 |“Everyone finds their soulmate… eventually.” a steddie soulmate au…THE fic that got me hooked on steddie in the first place. just like monse, leigh knows how to break your heart…but she’s also amazing at writing the softest and most tender fic. i ALWAYS rec tender and she’s sick of it. (go read that reddie fic i promise you’ll love it) and if bottom richie is your thing, leigh writes some of the best bottom richie fic as well so i would totally read her fics if i was you :’)

your heartbeat is the only sound I wanna hear by @eddiefuckinkaspbrak| Reddie | E | 16,008 |this is a deaf!eddie college au. amy did a lovely job with this fic and it’s one of my faves! amy is talented writer who has various one shots and multi chapter fics to read. she’s a freaking prompt QUEEN! she has so much to offer and i recommend binging her list of ao3 fics! i can’t even name a couple other fics of hers because it’s hard to choose from they’re all so good! just go read all her stuff and see for yourself!!! 

relationship status: dumbass by @tozierking| Reddie | E | 10,925 |Eddie turns away, but Richie can still see the blush rise to his cheeks, the color deepening when Richie brushes a finger over his knee. Huh. “You’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” Richie grins, the big, toothy one that he knows makes Eddie snort and loosen up. “You want my dick. I knew it.”Eddie makes one of those special Richie shut the fuck up noises, and mumbles, “Yeah, I guess.” allie is a smut QUEEN and i love all of her work. she is such a great writer and i love her so much!!!

a toast and a spirit by @michelllejones| Reddie | T | 13,348 |This was Richie Tozier, his best friend, the Richie he had known for a little more than half his life, the Richie that lent his Pokémon cards to him after only knowing him for two days, the Richie that watched The Exorcist with him for the very first time and let Eddie cling to him through all the gory parts, that kept spare packs of Little Debbie’s Nutty Bars and S’mores Pop-tarts in his pantry just for him—it was Richie and then It Was Richie, and Eddie didn’t even try to put up a fight. The battle was lost before it had even begun, and maybe Eddie didn’t want to fight anymore. LISTEN i put the entire summarry because it’s perfect. THIS FIC IS PERFECT. i love morgan’s writing so much god she knows how to make me cry, she knows how to make me FEEL. she knows how to make me laugh and smile when she wants to also. morgan is a writer who i def rec y’all should read fics from. her mind: GENIUS.

Bon Appetit by @tinyarmedtrex| Reddie | T | 2,855 |a cute one shot with chef!richie and resturant critic!eddie. amelia is an amazing writer who not only writes reddie, but a lot of other loser rare pairs. all her stuff is great and i highly recommend reading her fics!! she has a lot of one shots and various chapter fics that are AMAZING such as georgie has two daddies and operation: hawaii honeymoon!

A Little Less Romeo & Juliet, A Little More Touch Me by @tozierpunks| Reddie | T | 11,665 |When Eddie has a chance to play a lead role in his theater clubs’ take on Romeo & Juliet, he enlists his best friend, Richie Tozier, to pose as his boyfriend and help him snag the part. The only problem? Richie isn’t acting.

Puppy Love by @richietoaster​| Reddie | T | 8,122 |Eddie works at a dog kennel/shelter, and Richie falls for him fast.

Richie Tozier Loses All Hope by @onceyoukaspbrakyouneverkaspback| Reddie | T | 6,127 |Richie Tozier is worried that if his best friend figures out what’s been on his mind lately, everything good in his life will come crashing down.

say what you mean (out loud) by @edsbrak| Reddie | T | 7,404 |Richie can’t help it when something heavy refuses to leave his stomach, something relentless and daunting. He looks at Eddie and can’t help but want, can’t help but need, watching this boy watch the stars and thinking he would be happy to spend the rest of his life just like this, right here standing next to him.[Or, Richie realizes he likes Eddie and promptly goes through the five stages of grief.]

and this is who we are by @lo-v-ers| Reddie | M | 40,763 |In which Eddie and Beverly lie to their friends for five years before finally coming out, much to the surprise of one supposedly straight Richie Tozier.

The Power of Sexting by @eddiesleftarm| Reddie | E | 4,085 |Richie accidentally sends Eddie a shirtless picture. Things escalate from there.Or, Richie and Eddie play Gay Chicken: Sexting Edition.

What’s My Name? by chattrekisses| Reddie | NR | 4,252 |Richie is new in town and finds a number carved next to some suggestive graffiti and decides to call it. Who he finds on the other line is Eddie, a sassy hypochondriac who is done with Richie’s shit.In class, Richie knows Eddie only as Kaspbrak, and they flirt viciously. Eddie makes Richie a deal; if Richie can guess Eddie’s first name within three tries, Eddie will kiss him.

oh, somebody loves you by slytherincosette| Reddie | NR | 12,341|Amortentia is encountered in Potion’s class and everything goes to shit. Basically a romantic comedy set at Hogwarts. Everyone is Bad At Feelings, until they’re not.

[mitchmarnier]

Eddie & Reddie for the questions thing because I miss both

i just did richie & eddie as individuals, so i’ll do reddie if thats’ chill!

when I started shipping it if I did: i wanna say i started shipping them on my own, but that would be a lie. my introduction to IT was the 2017 movie, and then i started shipping them through fandom and then formed my own opinions after that. 

my thoughts: BABEYS SOULMATES STEPHEN KING IS FUCKING COWARD. 

What makes me happy about them: they’re so fucking dumb and in love and its so obvious and well written and stephen king DID THAT 

What makes me sad about them: they’re so fucking dumb and in love and its so obvious and well written and stephen king DID THAT... and then said lol jokes 

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i dont like fics where richie is one step up from being abusive and eddie is like its okay bc  ilu. 

things I look for in fanfic: lately i’ve been really into fics where they have kiddos!!!!!!! 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Eddie w/ Mike like PEAK softness or Richie w/ Bev :) 

My happily ever after for them: just like, read SCL. I got u fam. thats’ my real canon anyway. 

who is the big spoon/little spoon: richie tozier is a little fucking spoon 

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: richie love love LOVES watching eddie work on cars or any sort of something, because he gets so focused and his tongue stick out and richie loves him bye 

[thesportssoundoff]

DWCS Season 3, Week 2 Preview Primer

Contract totals thus far:

Signed:

1 HW

1 MW

Victor Reyna (10-3, 32 years old, Pro since 2012) vs Miguel Baeza (6-0, 26 years old, Pro since 2015) Welterweights

Victor Reyna Where He Fight At? Like a lot of dudes from Texas, Reyna has pretty much stuck to that region of the United States. He fought a few times in Legacy Fighting Championship and has been primarily fighting for Combates Americas as they've undergone a bit of a growth spurt since 2017. Who’d He Ever Beat? Evan Cutts has some MMA name panache I suppose. Cutts was a part of Bellator's attempt to make a TUF and he's also known as the dude who ended Reagan Penn's brief pro MMA career. He also has a win over Daniel Rodriguez; a then undefeated fighter who has an 8-1 record and a few Bellator appearances. He's even got a key loss on his resume vs Kevin Holland. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? Reyna's fought A LOT of guys who fight quite a bit and so his record of opposition is 80-40. That's pretty damn solid! TUF veteran Marc Stevens was 20-10 when they fought (also Reyna's last loss) as well as 4-0 Kevin Holland, 6-2 Evan Cutts and 6-1 Andrew Parker. Reyna's last fight was against 16-10 Heyward Charles. Why Is He Here? Well he's the beneficiary of an injury!  Fortis MMA's Ramiz Brahimaj got hurt and on 10 days notice, Victor Reyna gets the call up. Reyna has bounced between 170 and 185 lbs a lot in his career so I'm a touch concerned about the chances he makes weight on short notice (although on some of these fights, he weighed as low as 174 lbs). Reyna is here because they needed a Contenders Series main event and he was available. About it. This doesn't mean he CAN'T  get a deal! It just feels more like a case of needing a guy on short notice and having the right number to the right matchmaker or so on so so forth. Reyna's interesting in that he kind of embodies the prototypical MMA prospect tester on the regional scene.

Miguel Baeza Where He Fight At? Florida and only Florida. Places like Fight Time and Titan FC adorn the short resume of Mr. Baeza. Who’d He Ever Beat? Nobody of note! At 6-0 and fighting primarily out of Florida, Miguel's pretty limited in his opposition. The most interesting/insightful factoid is that he holds wins over a pair of brothers in Florida (Gus and Mike D'Angelo). Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 14-10 is the record of Baeza's six opponents at the time of their fights. Gus D'Angelo was 2-2 and Mike D'Angelo was 3-2 when they fought. 5-2 Leo Valdivia is probably his best record opponent who he beat by split decision. Why Is He Here? Baeza was originally supposed to face Fortis MMA's Ramiz Brahimaj in what feels like one of those DWCS fights that's name prospect from region A vs name prospect from region B and whomever wins gets a contract a la Austin Tweedy vs Te Edwards. Baeza has limited footage out there on the interwebs but from what I've seen; he fits the Contender Series model. He's an athlete young guy who seems to hit really hard or at least hard enough to overcome his sometimes apparent flaws. He also fights with an air of composure about him and being composed and knocking people out gets Dana White excited.

Alton Cunningham (7-1, 26 years old, Pro since 2017) vs Tony Johnson (7-2, 32 years old, Pro since 2007) Light Heavyweights

Alton Cunningham Where He Fight At? Alton Cunningham is a former DWCS guy! He fought last season vs Bevon Lewis. Beyond that? Cunningham has a few LFA cameos and a Pure FC spot or two (a developing little regional promotion in Wisconsin). Who’d He Ever Beat? Nobody of note. Cunningham's toughest opponent was the aforementioned Bevon Lewis who he was finished by in the first round. He's beaten a few fighters with winning records but nobody you've heard of beyond that. The most interesting bit of Cunningham's record is that his last four fights have been at LHW, MW and HW. Dude's been all over the damn map so far. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 54-39-3. Is that good? Bad? I'm kind of not even entirely sure. The undefeated Bevon Lewis at 5-0, 16-27 BJ Lacy and 4-1 Eric Murray Jr in his last fight at LFA are pretty much his best opposition. Why Is He Here? Well there are a few things I suppose. For starters, he's an under 30 guy at 205 lbs. That on its own gives him a secondary chance at the Contenders Series. Most of the guys who get second shots on the Contenders Series are fellas who fight at the bigger weight classes because need trumps value sometimes. Cunningham's also a pretty solid regional prospect at LHW which adds to his value. He's also, when he's on, a really good action fighter. Alton Cunningham struggled with the power of Bevon Lewis which is horrifying since Lewis is a natural 185-er and Cunningham is a big dude 205 lber but all sins can be forgiven I suppose. They literally found a dude who fought twice since 2015 to fight him in hopes he'd get a win. Cunningham is here because there just aren't a bunch of dudes like him here.

Tony Johnson Where He Fight At? Tony Johnson has been boxing and doing BKB stuff more than he has been doing any sort of MMA. Case in point, Johnson has STRIKEFORCE (and not the version of it most of us are familiar with) on it. The headliner for the Stikeforce card he fought on? Babalu Sobral vs Bobby Southworth. He did fight on a Bellator card in 2018. Who’d He Ever Beat? Justin Baseman in 2013 (!!!) is a pretty quality win from a regional perspective. Johnson also fought Clifford Starks and lost back in 2011. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 31-25. His two losses are a combined 12-2 which means his victories are 19-23. Not a very pretty record. Why Is He Here? I'm not entirely sure? I hate to be negative when it comes to stuff like this but Tony Johnson is 36 years old, has fought infrequently since 2007 and has more highlights of his exploits in boxing than he does in MMA. I cannot believe anything other than "Tony Johnson is just here to get finished by Alton Cunningham so Alton gets a deal." Fine if so but this still feels awfully transparent. Maybe I'm wrong though and Tony Johnson is here to pull off an upset. He's a guy who has fought for over 10 years in various sports and Cunningham was rocked and hurt by a MW.

Zach Zane (12-7, 29 years old, Pro since 2015) vs Justin Gonzales (9-1, 28 years old, Pro since 2016) Featherweights

Zach Zane Where He Fight At? ALASKA FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP, BABY. I'll never not be amused when somebody from AFC winds up on a UFC platform. Zane's fought primarily in Hawaii, California and other Northwestern states but has reinvented himself fighting dudes down in Alaska. Who’d He Ever Beat? Decky Dalton is probably the best win to report; an Irish dude who fought primarily out of BAMMA. Zane's got some reputable losses though! Former DWCS fighter Joey Gomez (lost a split decision to Kevin Aguilar), former UFC fighter Chris Avila (the Diaz Bros training partner dude) and undefeated AFC fighter Nick Novelli are some of his seven losses. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 56-36 would be the record of opposition at the time Zach Zane's opponents fought him. Zane is currently riding an eight fight winning streak and of those wins, his opponents were a combined 16-10. So if you want to get even MORE math-y, you remove the eight fight winning streak with the opponents at 16-10 and focus just on his 4-7 record prior to the winning streak and his strength of competition THEN was 40-26. Why Is He Here? On paper a dude with a 12-7 record who is about to hit 30 isn't exactly DWCS worthy. Dig deeper though and you're talking about a guy who has an 8 fight winning streak with all 8 fights coming by way of some form of stoppage. Kane has also been fighting across four different weight classes across 145, 150 at a catchweight, 155 and a short notice call up for 170 lbs. If the big goal of the Contenders Series is to collect raw athletic dudes with upside then I'd argue it's secondary hits should be experienced dudes fighting out of nowhere who are lost in the cracks. He also has sort of fixed his career while spending more time at Blackhouse MMA. He also just sort of looks like the kind of guy who the Contenders Series would look; a reckless striker who attacks subs consistently in grappling situations. Also of note is One FC signed him and was going to use him but he fell out on them at the last minute and I guess they just axed that deal right away.

Justin Gonzales Where He Fight At? Justin Gonzales has fought out of one place every single time. He's fought at SCL; a promotion that's held over 70 events in Colorado. Big fan of the name Sparta Combat League. Who’d He Ever Beat? The resume is actually pretty damn good for regional MMA. Gonzales has wins over then undefeated Derek Brenon (who was making some noise with CFFC and LFA), 8-1 Bruno Ferreia and Combates veteran and then undefeated Enrique Gonazles. Throw in regional veteran Drew Brookenshire at 18-8 and there's damn good competition here. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 54-15 is what Justin Gonzales has faced in his undefeated career. Again among those were 18-8 Drew Brookenshire, 6-0 Derek Brennon and 3-0 Enrique Gonazales. His last fight out with a win over 8-1 Bruno Ferreira. Why Is He Here? He's the kind of guy who should be here. Justin Gonzales is an undefeated high level wrestler who has finishing chops on the feet and on the ground. He fights at a weight class of power where the top talent really does shine through. He's here because if you made a show LIKE this, you'd want a guy LIKE this on it. Gonzales IMO is the one dude who is a near lock to get signed if he wins.

Michael Lombardo (8-1, 29 years old, pro since 2016) vs Kyle Daukaus (6-0, 26 years old, pro since 2017) Middleweights

Michael Lombardo Where He Fight At? An ATT guy and a Florida native, I suppose it's no surprise Lombardo fights primarily in Florida and Louisiana. He made a few appearances in Titan FC and also pinch hit at a Bellator card too. Not the world's worst places to ply your craft. Who’d He Ever Beat? A whole lot of fluff. There's nobody here you'd know of but who he could've fought (Punahele Soriano) is the most interesting bit of the resume. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 25-25-1. Lombardo's strength of schedule is not exactly his strong suit and that kind of record speaks to it. His best opponent is 6-3 David Mundell who he lost to decision against. Why Is He Here? Gym, record and weight class! Lombardo is an under 30 middleweight as the division is undergoing a bit of a renaissance in the UFC. He trains with ATT and so you know the good word has probably been put in a time or two. He's 8-1 and comes into this fight with five straight wins and four of those before the final bell. Lombardo's got some fights out there on youtube and he doesn't really strike me as anything but a middleweight-y type fighter. He's big on takedowns, he clinches a lot, he's a brawler in space and he tends to fight in spurts. He's not a bad fighter and we've seen middleweights find homes  in the UFC before and stick around with that kind of style. Just not sure if THAT gets him signed.

Kyle Daukaus Where He Fight At? CFFC and ROC! Those are really good regional promotions on the East Coast. Who’d He Ever Beat? Daukaus enters the UFC with pretty much much the best win of any Contenders Series guy so far; Jonavin Webb. Webb is a former UFC flame out but a pretty high level East Coast fighter well worthy of starring off on a resume. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 27-12 is the record of opposition for Kyle Daukaus. The fact that Webb was 12-2 when they fought means that his opposition outside of the toughest fight of his career is a not too pretty 15-10. Still not entirely awful. Why Is He Here? Beating a UFC veteran can/should always make you somebody of note to promoters and matchmakers. Jonavin Webb is a super reputable high level win worthy of flexing about. The fact that he's a fight finisher who hasn't seen the judges in his career and fights at 185 lbs makes him all the more intriguing.

Richie Santiago (7-1, 26 years old, Pro since 2016) vs Miles Johns (8-0, 25 years old, Pro since 2014) Bantamweights

Richie Santiago Where He Fight At? CES MMA. The former home of BATISTA has become a pretty reputable East Coast regional organization that's churned out Contenders Series guys and  quality fighters. Who’d He Ever Beat? NOBODY! I guess his best win is Billy Giovanella who had a few Bellator appearances in 2015. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 31-32-2. His record of opposition is not exactly going to get mounted on anybody's wall. It's somewhat skewered by a very rough opening to his career (his first four opponents were a combined 8-17). His pro loss was to a 3-2 fighter. It also was last year so it's like it happened in the deep past. Why Is He Here? Well for starters, watching Santiago suggests that he's not a bad fighter and the sort of dude the UFC SHOULD have an eye on. Maybe it's the face and the bald-ish head but dude reminds me a lot of Eddie Alvarez from an offensive standpoint. I've seen him hurt, rocked and then rally back with some surprisingly crisp striking. His big performance is an LFA fight where he got hurt a bunch, wobbled a few times, landed a big knee and then scored a RNC sub almost within the blink of an eye. He also is a part time flyweight as well which sort of gives him a leg up if that division is going to stick around.

Miles Johns

Where He Fight At? LFA mostly. He's the current LFA bantamweight champion to be exact. Who’d He Ever Beat? A lot of really great fighters on the regional circuit. Wins over Levi Mowles, Adrian Yanez and Caio Machado may not be super big wins or the kind of stuff that gets you shuttled up to the UFC but they're impressive enough that his DWCS spot almost feels a little unncessary. Win an LFA belt and you get into the UFC; thems the rules. Record Of Opposition At The Time Of Their Fight? 40-12 would be the record of opposition for Miles Johns. Wins over 11-3 Caio Machado, 7-2 Adrian Yanez and 6-2 Levi Mowles stand out big time.   Why Is He Here? I mean the Contenders Series really should be based around THESE sorts of fights. Two guys with pretty records on paper, both big deals of their respective universes, fighting for a contract. Johns is clearly ahead of the curve though vs Santiago. Primarily or namely speaking, Johns trains with an elite gym (Fortis MMA is DWCS royalty at this point), he fights with the bigger org and he's fought the better competition. He also has the sort of style I can see Dana liking a lot. He's here because he belongs here.

"Who Might Get A Contract?" Rankings

1- Alton Cunningham 2- Kyle Daukaus 3- Michael Lombardo 4- Miles Johns 5- Justin Gonzales 6- Miguel Baeza 7- Zach Zane 8- Richie Santiago 9- Tony Johnson 10- Victor Reyna

[peakytoms]

how they spend time with you ~ peaky headcannons

How the Peaky Boys enjoy spending time with you the most:

 Arthur:

He loves to garden with you

Being outside, breathing in the fresh and clean air, far away from the smoke of Small Heath

He does miss his childhood home, but knowing how much safer and how much more at peace you were and felt in your little country house means more to him than anything else

After a hard days work with planting all the seeds, Arthur is usually too tired and exhausted to even think about drinking (at least in excess; you two would usually have some wine at dinner and maybe an digestif to settle the stomach afterwards- but never enough to get off your faces)

Gardening with you just feels so normal, so civilian, which Arthur likes the most; never quite liking or thinking of himself as a man made for gangster life (not like Tommy or John)

He just really loved doing all the civilian and ordinary and mundane things with you

He loves cooking (and eating but he really loved cooking) and he loved to go out and sit in the fields and work on his drawings, practicing sometimes with paint and you would encourage him by framing and hanging all his works around the house.

 John:

Johns heart can't! handle! it! when he sees you playing or just caring for his kids

Times were tough before you, and he honestly didn't think he would ever find a woman who would be able to love his kids that were not their own

That's why he is so grateful for you since you love them all the same

John has a breeding kink, so whenever he sees you parenting his kids my o my does that get him GOING

He will actively stop you from parenting just so he can go and make more babies with you

And jfc when your up the duff he has such a hard time keeping his hands off you--which suits you just fine since your always a horndog during most of those months

Watching you be mama is just his favourite thing ever (and usually leads to you being a mama once more)

 Michael

Michael is so serious and reserved and always so busy with work that it's hard to find quality time to spend together

He usually works late, far later that anyone else, so you show up to SCL most days with the dinner you cooked for each other so at least you can eat together

You stay until he's done his work (although usually he doesn't get it all done before you start to snore in the chair opposite him)

He'll leave his duties for the next day and gently shake you awake

You lean most of your body weight on him as you walk back home where he takes you upstairs to bed

He knows that most of the time you pretend to get all sleepy back in his office just so you can get him in bed sooner but he doesn't complain

The only real quality time you get together is after you get him in bed. As reserved as he is most of the time, that boy is an open book the second his balls are empty and he will give you all the attention in the world as soon as he was finished (or rather, as soon as you were finished with him)

 Finn

He loves taking you to the Garrison and just showing off to you and showing you off to others

He's always been insecure--being the youngest brother of a bunch of ruthless gangsters-- so he wants to show you that he can be strong and powerful to, and gets so excited whenever he takes you to the private room because he is a Shelby and because he can.

Even though he's really shy and quiet, he tries to be more exuberant like his older brothers to try to impress you

Though you don't need Finn to be like his brothers or the other blinders, you liked him because he was different. Sweet and kind

[Soz my finn ones are so shit, he's too young a character for me to actually get a read on him-but hopefully that changes next season since he's got promise]

 Isaiah

He loves taking you to the pictures

Most public places were segregated but because he was a peaky and in with the Shelby’s he was allowed to go where most black men couldn't. And he loved showing you that a life with him is limitless

Plus, being with you in a dark room filled with all the toffs who looked down on him always turned him on

He'd start off with just casually placing his large hand over your knee and giving it a little squeeze.

I think you can imagine what happens next ;)

Basically he just liked going anywhere public with you, and showing off to you and showing you off to others

He knows hes landed a looker with you so he gets such an ego rush when the two of you enter a room or walk down the streets and other men gawk and drop dead in awe of your beauty

 Alfie:

What doesn't that man love doing with you honestly

His favourite thing though (apart from his obvious favourite thing) is     just sitting and talking with you. Alfie is a HUGE talker and appreciates the fact that you not only tolerate his rambles, but can offer back some interesting perspectives and insights as well

He has such good banter, often leaving you in stitches by the end of     the night

You will admit...he’s made you wee yourself before just from talking shit with one another (probably about Tommy’s ridiculous antics which is a popular topic in your house- because let’s face it, Alfie always talks shit about Tommy all the time)

You both are early risers so mornings are spent with you helping him get ready and just talking about everything-- from discussing business to random facts that you read about, to gossip you heard on the streets

He loves when you help him change into his work clothes, especially when you help put on his rings and chains for him

Which has quickly became his favourite part of the morning routine, and usually leads to a quickie or at least a handy since he’s obsessed with your hands (and all that they do ;)

Alfie literally loves talking to you so much he doesn't even stop when one of you needs the bathroom, and he doesn't even realize how weird following you in can be sometimes- he’s a big oaf and has no concept of personal space or privacy

He’s seen you all anyways already so why would it weird him out?

But you love him anyways because holy damn you've seen him right?

 Tommy:

When the weather is nice, you tend to disappear and find a nice spot in the grass to soak up the warm weather while he's working in his office, but he loves to join you if he can spare the time (which as the boss is quite easy)

Sometimes you two will even go out and ride the horses through the country together, but even though he was the boss it was hard to take off a whole afternoon to do that

So a small break for a walk is sometimes all you two can get, which suits you fine, grateful for any time together.

He loves it the most when you join him in the study or come by SCL to just sit with him while he finishes up some work.

His days usually involve a lot of talking and fighting so he loves how you two can just sit in silence and not have it be deafening-- but peaceful

When Tommy bought Arrow house, he did so partially because of the extensive library-- which he knew you would just love

Which means you had countless books to keep you occupied for when you joined Tommy while he finished work.  

Every now and then he would get distracted and just watch you as you read

You were always so engrossed in the text, your eyebrows usually furrowed and your fingers absentmindedly picking at your lip

and shit. you. were. a. sight. to him

God he was so obsessed with you and thought he was the luckiest man alive to find a woman who accepts him for the workaholic he was without trying to change him

Sometimes you would catch him staring and would tease the shit outta him

As much as he hated to be toyed with, he loved to be toyed with by you...but not for long

It usually only took you to let your hair fall from its updo and moving it away from his shoulders for him to pack up his papers and take you upstairs

Unless he was feeling a bit too eager and just took you straight there on the couch

Ever the romantic.            

[kugisakiis]

Re: James Ashton’s graduation

PB does very little research with their school based games.

James’s graduation irritated me because it was done completely wrong. First off there are no banquet settings with tables at a graduation, where the MC would sit at the same table with the Ashtons. If anything they would sit together in chairs to watch the procession. Even if it were in a ballroom/banquet hall the family would sit away from the graduates. And idk how big that hall is in the game, but where would the graduates be sitting?? Like in a normal banquet hall with chairs and tables that takes up tons of space and the podium is at the front the graduates have to be somewhere. See the problem. It could have been held on the football field since we’ve gotten an idea of how big that area is and in reality a lot of graduations happen on the field anyway.

THERE ARE NO SALUTATORIANS IN COLLEGE!!! You don’t go by that in college you have Magna Cum Laude, Cum Laude and Summa Cum Laude. Based on James’s salutatorian honor, he would be graduating Magna Cum Laude or Summa Cum Laude. Now when you graduate from college there is no ONE of any of them, but many. In my class alone there were about 1,000 graduates and ima say 50 were graduating SCL. None of them gave a speech, that is for a distinguished guest. In TSM’s case it could have been a professor like Vasquez (another reason he should have been alive) or Twombly. They could have given words of wisdom for the bright future of the students to go forth. So James giving a speech is really odd.

Also: The fact the woman he calls the LOVE OF HIS LIFE and has dreamed up backpacking through Europe with has no idea is amazing. I mean this is a major speech, and she has no idea about him writing it or practicing it?? The fact he was given this honor in the first place? I’m suppose to buy that they are madly in love, full of trust and he keeps this from her and she is shocked. I mean I would feel like she would be excited about this the most and helped him out for his final push. It’s not like it’s a valentine surprise or a surprise proposal then yeah be shocked. But this is one of the greatest honors and he didn’t tell her. It’s not a malicious secret and maybe he did want to surprise her, but I feel like due to how stressed he has been about legit everything he would have clued her in. 

MC says that James was probably up all night working on another article. He is about to graduate and so his duties in being in charge of the newspaper should have ended at least a week ago, when he took finals. School itself is done a week before finals and professors are all gone and everything shut down except for the select buildings for graduation prep. He has no reason to write up articles anymore unless he is doing it out of the kindness of his heart. Production would have been suspended, and he SHOULD have told Reyna and MC about their positions before hand since they are all on the newspaper committee together anyway. He waits until his graduation to sandwich that info in. (Like PB is cramming this because he has no screen time outside of working on the newspaper and being a workaholic. And even that is hard to believe, because we see glimpses every so often. And he never tells MC anything she is like oh hey I happen upon you.)

And I’m so irritated that she spent time having a girl’s night out rather than spending time with James. It should have been a diamond option at least. Like even if you aren’t dating him, you are one of his closest friends and I’m sure his parents wouldn’t mind if the MC tagged along. it’s like haha nope. The whole thing felt too quick and like an afterthought. Like Oh man we got 3 episodes so lets wrap up our scattered plots and go from there. And tbh nothing has been resolved in this entire book that had any consequences. James life really didn’t matter to MC outside of the newspaper, Chris still terrible with time management (and as the Captain of the football team and a student athlete his time should be shart), Zack has a major tho he has been gone, Becca still has to be babied to call her best friend, Tyler and Abbie’s issues are blown and dramatic for dramas sake, Kaitlyn and Zig have the tamest storylines and it’s about personal growth. 

And ugh the whole throwing a party thing, like MC are you a student or a professional party planner give it a fucking rest.

[longforgottenunofficial]

The Séance Circle Part Two: Davenports, Cabinets, and Other Furnishings

There's obviously a significant gap between the aquatic critters and bat-winged cats flying around St. Anthony's head in an old painting reproduced in an old book on the one hand and a Marc Davis concept sketch for the Haunted Mansion Séance Circle on the other, and there's another gap between that sketch and what eventually was built into the ride.  By now, that's what we've come to expect around here.  In many cases, the gaps are such that you can't recognize any traces of the original inspiration in the finished product. Not here.  Davis's squiddly creatures and airborne felines notwithstanding, for the most part the Séance Circle is the place in the Mansion where the line between source material and finished product is the thinnest.  At times, the Imagineers merely reproduced an effect directly. Hey, I wonder where they got the idea of hanging a bell by thin wires so it could float around overhead?

Call me crazy, but I think that possibly they got the idea from séances where a bell was suspended by thin wires so it could float overhead.

Our sources are 19th and early 20th century séances and ghost shows, of course.  The period from about the 1850's to the 1920's was the heyday for mediums, spiritualists, and "spirit photography," as well as a heyday for theatrical and parlor magic shows—not coincidentally.  It's hardly worth the trouble, for our purposes, to try to sort out the tangled continuum between real, sincere spiritualists and real, sincere attempts to contact the dead via séances at one end of the spectrum and openly-stated illusioneering for entertainment purposes by stage magicians (in the David Copperfield sense of the word) at the other end.  There were those, and there was also everything in between. ��You had fraudulent mediums who insisted they were genuine even while admitting to using tricks now and then, and you had stage magicians who flatly denied they were mediums but also claimed that the ghosts they produced onstage were real.  Harry Houdini was a famous skeptic and used his knowledge and expertise in professional stage magic to debunk spiritualists and mediums.  These efforts did nothing to keep some people from believing Houdini was himself gifted with psychic powers.  The blurring of lines makes sense if you think about it, since a good fraudulent medium is almost by definition a good illusioneer, a good magician. Some of the Haunted Mansion Imagineers were card-carrying magicians (Yale Gracey and Rolly Crump), with a natural interest in all of that stuff.  Is it really a surprise that apart from the spectacular Madame Leota effect (which nevertheless may owe something to 19th c. magicians like Harry Kellar), the main difference between the HM séance and a "real" 19th-early 20th c. séance is the fact that one is an honest fake while the other is a dishonest fake?  Otherwise, they're both going about the same business: creating realistic-looking spiritualistic effects that could fool a gullible soul under the right circumstances.  In fact, the HM version is historically realistic enough to require some annotation.  And that's our job. Begin with the ectoplasm ball floating around behind Madame L.

(pic by Jeff Fillmore, SCL photography)

Ectoplasm was commonly produced at séances, usually manifested as a white-ish substance oozing from somewhere on the medium's body.  In photos it looks suspiciously like chewed up gauze or paper, and even if you're a true believer, those photos are embarrassments.  Real eye-rolling stuff.  There's some ecto on the face of the medium in that earlier photo.  In "spirit photography," you sometimes saw ectoplasm leaving glowing trails.  Not much different than the Disneyland version, really, even if they couldn't figure out how they wanted to spell "ectoplasm" on the Effects blueprints.

Even when the Disneyland version started making faces at guests early in 2006, they weren't departing from tradition, since faces often appeared in clouds of ectoplasm at the "real thing."

The Davenport Brothers

So far we've been talking about the 19th-early 20th c. phenomena in general.  If there was a specific historical inspiration for the HM Séance Circle, it was the stage act put on by the Davenport brothers.  These are the guys who disclaimed being mediums while suggesting that the ghosts were real.  They started in the 1850's and were a very big act throughout the '60's.  It all came to an end when one of the brothers died unexpectedly in the 70's.

What they really were were top-notch escape artists and illusioneers, with an excellent staff of assistants who never got caught and never blabbed.  The Davenports would be tied up good and tight, and then as soon as the lights went out musical intruments started flying around and ghostly hands and arms appeared, touching people and scaring 'em good.  On with the lights, and there are the D bros, still tied up. They invented the "spirit cabinet" for their act.  It was a large cabinet in which they both sat, all tied up, sometimes with an audience member sitting between them.  After the lights went out, the usual levitations and creepy manifestations followed.

It didn't take long for professional mediums to recognize the advantages of having a large cabinet to work with.  The "spirit cabinet" very quickly became a standard fixture at séances.  With perfectly straight faces the mediums spoke of the cabinet as a kind of "spiritual storage battery."  Seriously.  Most often, the "cabinet" was not a wooden chest but a tent or a booth in the corner of the room.  The medium might sit in it or at its entrance or in front of it, while spirit manifestations appeared in front of the cabinet.

"And look how fast that button spins when I pull these back and forth!"

Wow, how do they do that?

Okay, nevermind.

It's easy to make fun of these phonies and the people taken in by such simple tricks, but many of these mediums were highly skilled magicians in their own right.  It takes practice.  I mean, how many people can control their urine stream like this?

Spirit cabinets are present at the Haunted Mansion séance, although it's doubtful if many guests recognize them for what they are. Both types can be seen behind Madame Leota.

It originally looked more like this under show conditions, of course:

As previously noted, the Séance room in the Haunted Mansion is yet another idea that goes all the way back to Ken Anderson, and if I'm reading this sketch correctly, the novel idea that the medium is herself a ghost is also his.  Notice that she is emerging from a spirit cabinet, already in this early concept artwork.

Just like the real thing.

Or the real real thing.

Hat tip to Craig Conley.  From Puck magazine (1884), perhaps a political cartoon

But getting back to the Davenport brothers, we know about them mostly from written accounts, of course, and one famous description of their act appeared in the London Post.  Compare the description of the musical instruments at a Davenport show with what we find in that earlier Davis sketch and in the inner circle of the actual attraction.

Floating tables, even high-flying, large tables, are nothing new to séances.

"Great Caesar's ghost, look at all the old gum wads!"

Marc may have wanted flying animals, but I think even he realized that furniture and musical instruments were more authentic.  He still couldn't resist throwing in a cat, though.

The musical instruments are the more interesting feature.  Madame Leota refers to most of them in her incantations, as you can see right there in her open spellbook . . .

. . . or hear isolated in this sound file:

Leota's Incantations in the Ride [Audio Link]

That gives us a bell and a tambourine.  For the horn, drum, and some kind of stringed instrument, we have to cite two incantations that were recorded but never used. Leota's Incantations Never Used [Audio Link]

Horned toads and lizards, fiddle and strum, Please answer the roll by beating a drum. Harpies and Furies, old friends and new, Blow on a horn, so we'll know that it's you. No one knows why these weren't used.  It could be something as simple as a head movement during filming that misaligned the face at that point. If you examine the instruments in the posters for the Davenport brothers, you'll see four kinds, the now-familiar horn, tambourine, and bell, plus something to "fiddle and strum," a guitar.  It doesn't take much thought to see why the guitar wasn't kept for the HM séance.  That instrument has undergone a complete reinvention in popular imagination since the 19th century and now has utterly different connotations.  It is no longer even remotely associated with the exotic or the quaint. Oddies and Endies, out of the past, come to us now, and we'll deal with you last. We've noted the connections between the Séance Circle and its historical sources; now it's time to wrap up a few curious odds and ends. Madame Leota's wooden spirit cabinet originally served a very practical purpose.  It was going to house the projector that produces her face.  Back then, she was going to face in the opposite direction.  You would see her face as you enter the room and swing around behind her.  This was the plan up until three or four months before the Mansion opened, at most.  It was probably ditched because you wouldn't be able to prevent people from seeing the projector at some point as they went by. Looking at the outer ring of floating objects, here are some random observations.  The wicker table is part of a set, and other pieces from the same set have been kicking around in the Attic for years and years.  The banner on the longhorn says "X = ?"  I think it's a sly tribute to X. Atencio, or maybe they're teasing him ("X? What the heck kind of name is 'X' anyway?").  The gong was originally going to be a cluster of three bells.  Oh, and you know that floating candelabra back in the Endless Hallway?  It was originally supposed to be here in the Séance Circle. The second drum has been missing at Disneyland for a long time.  The last time it was certainly seen was in 1991.

Perhaps it will show up on eBay some day.

Forget about the Phantom Drummer of Tedworth; what's the phantom drum overhead worth?

Originally Posted: Monday, August 9, 2010 Original Link: [x]

[mitchmarnier]

1) yes i want the first year of SCL reddie in new york. wreck my emotions please! 2) the whole time eddie was talking to richie all i could think was ‘is maggie still standing by the door? did she walk inside? if shes watching i bet shes think ‘about time you gays get together’ so i loved that she actually WAS just standing there(i dont know why im like this sorry) 3)i really thought we were going to find out what stan did to richie like the clown i am. anYways that was a great ending. loved it.

I’m going to start off by answering your LAST point because I wanted to express how funny I think it is that people have grasped onto What Did Stan Do to the point where the poor boy couldn’t take a single breath in ALL OF AMTS without y’all being like 🔪 while I knew the WHOLE TIME that the Stan Thing wasn’t going to be happen in this fic. The literal only thing Stan did in this whole fic was save Richie’s life 😂 I’m so sorry I clowned you guys like that. BUT I WILL SAY I WILL SAY NOW. The Stan Thing. Semi Charmed Life. Chapter 14.

With the Reddie year in New York, I want to write it because there was quiet a bit of ... criticism towards Eddie after SCL13 and I want to establish how actually justified Eddie was. The words were put in his mouth for him, but they were still true. I will likely write it but I’m a little concerned that people may not want to read it, as it will focus heavily on mental illness and overall angsty things! 😔

And MAGGIE YES. just like can I get a waffle. Can I please get a waffle.

[technicalsolutions88]

Cambridge Analytica’s parent company, SCL Elections, has been fined £15,000 in a UK court after pleading guilty to failing to comply with an enforcement notice issued by the national data protection watchdog, the Guardian reports.

While the fine itself is a small and rather symbolic one, given the political data analytics firm went into administration last year, the implications of the prosecution are more sizeable.

Last year the Information Commissioner’s Office ordered SCL to hand over all the data it holds on U.S. academic, professor David Carroll, within 30 days. After the company failed to do so it was taken to court by the ICO.

Prior to Cambridge Analytica gaining infamy for massively misusing Facebook user data, the company, which was used by the Trump campaign, claimed to have up to 7,000 data points on the entire U.S. electorate — circa 240M people.

So Carroll’s attempt to understand exactly what data the company had on him, and how the information was processed to create a voter profile of it, has much wider relevance.

Under EU law, citizens can file a Subject Access Request (SAR) to obtain personal data held on them. So Carroll, a U.S. citizen, decided to bring a test case by requesting his data even though he is not a UK citizen — having learnt Cambridge Analytica had processed his personal data in the U.K.

He lodged his original SAR in January 2017 after becoming suspicious about the company’s claim to have built profiles of every U.S. voter.

Cambridge Analytica responded to the SAR in March 2017 but only sent partial data. So Carroll complained to the ICO which backed his request — issuing an enforcement notice on SCL Elections in May 2018, days after the (now) scandal-hit company announced it was shutting down.

July 4, 2017: I filed with the UK Information Commissioner with concerns about Cambridge Analytica’s failure to answer questions about our data

May 5, 2018: ICO issues Enforcement Notice to comply with disclosure requests under criminal penalty

Jan 9, 2019: CA/SCL pleads guilty

— David Carroll

(@profcarroll) January 9, 2019

The company pulled the plug on its business in the wake of the Facebook data misuse scandal, when it emerged SCL had paid an academic with developer access to Facebook’s platform to harvest data on millions of users without proper consents in a bid to create psychological profiles of U.S. voters for election campaign purposes.

The story snowballed into a global scandal for Facebook and triggered a major (and still ongoing) investigation by the ICO into how online data is used for political campaigning.

It also led the ICO to hit Facebook with a £500,000 fine last year (the maximum possible under the relevant UK data protection law). Although the company is appealing.

The SCL prosecution is an important one, cementing the fact that anyone who requests their personal information from a U.K.-based company or organisation is legally entitled to have that request answered, in full, under national data protection law — regardless of whether they’re a British citizen or not.

Commenting in a statement, information commissioner Elizabeth Denham said: “This prosecution, the first against Cambridge Analytica, is a warning that there are consequences for ignoring the law. Wherever you live in the world, if your data is being processed by a UK company, UK data protection laws apply.

“Organisations that handle personal data must respect people’s legal privacy rights. Where that does not happen and companies ignore ICO enforcement notices, we will take action.”

The Daily Beast reports that at today’s hearing at Hendon magistrates the court was told that the administrators of Cambridge Analytica and its related companies had now provided relevant passwords to the ICO.

Cambridge Analytica had previously failed to supply these passwords.

This means the regulator should be able to gain access to more of the data it seized when it raided the company’s London offices in March last year. So it’s at least possible Carroll’s SAR might eventually be fulfilled that way, i.e. by the regulatory sifting through the circa 700TB of data it seized.

However Carroll told TechCrunch he’s hoping for a faster route to get to the truth of exactly what the company did with his data, telling us there’s still “a March court event that could yield our end goal: Disclosure”.

“Why would they rather plead guilty to a criminal offense instead of complying with disclosure required by UK DPA ‘98. What are they hiding? Why has it come to this?” he added.

“Testing the Subject Access Request in this way is an important exercise. Do regulators and companies really know how to fully execute a Subject Access Request? How about when it escalates to a matter of international importance?”

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