#gonna try and watch it between class and dnd!

[emeraldelysium]

ITS TURTLES DAY !!

#(turtles all the way down movie)!!!!! #gonna try and watch it between class and dnd! #emp3

[maithefluffychicken]

True Colors

Rated T, Geraskier, DnD, getting together, coming out, fluffy fluff stuff. Ao3 link. Enjoy!

"Ok, your turn, bard," Geralt asks him, smirking. "What are you gonna do?"

Jaskier smirks back at him, very smugly, looking at Geralt and leaning in just so.

"I'm gonna roll for Vicious Mockery, let the bard save the day again, huh?" He grins, rolling the dice between his fingers… Long and slender fingers that have their nails polished with the rainbow’s colours and that are not distracting Geralt at all.

The whole group gasps when the dice stop rolling and…

"No fucking way!" Lambert yells, hands flying to his head.

"Holy shit YES!" Exclaims Eskel at the same time.

"Fucking bard and his stupid good luck with the dices!" Laughs Aiden.

The dice is showing them a natural 20. Perfect score. When Geralt talks again over the laughs and yelling of their friends, his voice is full of emotion and he talks faster than ever.

"Dandelion the Bard looks at the Elf King dead in the face and he starts singing solemnly, casting Vicious Mockery while strumming his lute. Dandelion?”

Jaskier improvises a rhyme and a silly tune for the delight of his friends.

Geralt can’t hide his own smile, his best friend is gorgeous like this, just having fun while playing DnD with a bunch of misfits; Jaskier could spend his time with someone much better than them, any girl of their class would be delighted to be in a date with Jaskier, and yet…

“He thrust every elf/

Far back on the shelf/

High up on the mountain/

From whence it came/”

Jaskier sings with a deep, rich voice, and Geralt wants to be annoyed by his antics… But the game is still on.

Lambert and Eskel snort and Aiden just shakes his head, smiling and leaning over Lambert.

“The Elf King looks at you and draws his sword, but your Vicious Mockery…”

“And my amazing Nat20.”

“And your impressive Nat20, yes… Are too strong for him and he falls on his knees, dropping his sword… Aiden, roll for acrobatics! While the bard was singing and melting the King’s brain, you’ve been surrounded by elves: three warriors and two archers…”

—

To eat the greasiest pizza after their DnD session is a sacred tradition… A sacred tradition that his brothers are now ignoring in favour of, well, get laid, Geralt supposes.

Eskel left them in a hurry, arguing that he had a date with Triss, his long-live crush, and that he wanted to impress her at the Arcade, and soon after, Lambert and Aiden left together, no explanations given, Aiden had just smiled at them shyly and waved his hand in goodbye.

Leaving Geralt alone with, well, with Jaskier.

That is not a problem itself, Jaskier decided long ago that Geralt was his best friend and somehow, that he was Geralt’s best friend too. At first, Geralt was baffled by the whole thing: a stray kid, adopted along with two other boys by a single father, leaving almost in the middle of nowhere, they all were misfits, outcasts… and the brightest, loudest, happiest kid Geralt ever known just decided that they should be best friends.

That was ten years ago, give or take. Geralt can’t remember the exact moment when he thought about Jaskier as his best friend, after trying once and again to scare the younger boy away. 

And now… Well, now Geralt was feeling rather odd around Jaskier. Not angry at him, nor upset. But… suddenly shy, everytime he found Jaskier looking at him, or worse, blushing whenever Jaskier casually touched him in the arm or whatever.

Being alone with Jaskier is both thrilling and terrifying, and Geralt feels tense and hot all over his body watching the boy licking his fingers clean after finishing a portion of pizza. His lips glisten under the dim light of the shitty pizza joint they both love. 

“Geralt, dear, you’re staring, do I have something…?” Jaskier says, and licks his lips. Geralt follows hungrily the path of his pink tongue lapping those full, pouty lips.

“N-no, you’re ok, I was just…” Geralt stutters.

I was just wondering how it would be if I kissed you, his not-at-all-helpful mind supplies. Jaskier is still looking at him, smiling fondly, and Geralt feels petrified by those bright, ice blue eyes.

“This pizza is not that good to render you speechless, Geralt,” Jaskier laughs. “Or are you thinking about my Nat20 again?”

Geralt snorts at last, looking away to avoid Jaskier’s natural spells.

“Huh, Jaskier, that was just luck,” Geralt teases.

“Knowing how to play and they call it luck,” Jaskier replies, shrugging and smiling. “It was, as you said yourself, impressive.”

Geralt shrugs too. 

“Well, ok, it was, are you happy?”

“Very.” Jaskier’s smile widens and Geralt… Geralt wants to make Jaskier very happy again, he just doesn’t know how to. So he changes the topic.

“Hey, what’s with your fingernails?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier eyes widen in fear and he looks at his hands like he hadn’t realised that they were there the whole time.

“Oh fuck, I just forgot about them after…”

“Hm?” 

“I-I need to go! I’m sorry!”

Jaskier stands up and takes his backpack and rushes to leave, almost bumping into a young couple in his run.

“What… Jaskier! Wait!”

-

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

Jaskier had forgotten completely about his stupid rainbow nail polish after the gig; it had been the first year that he was able to perform at the Pride and he was so freaking happy to be able to play and sing for an audience like him.

He was still floating about it two days after, and he arrived to Geralt’s place to play DnD without realising that his nails were still proudly showing the rainbow flag.

And now he was running away from his best friend, scratch that, running away from the love of his short life, and feeling the tears running down his flushed cheeks.

He was still inside the closet for his dearest friend. Of the Morhen boys, Eskel was the first one to know, basically because he found Jaskier crying his heart out when Geralt started dating Yennefer, a girl from his class. So Jaskier confessed his love for Eskel’s brother then, and Eskel held him tight until he stopped crying.

That happened two years ago, when Jaskier was just fifteen and was still discovering his own body and feelings. And boy, he discovered how much a broken heart hurts.

Then, not long ago, was Jaskier who stepped in to find Lambert and his very dear friend Aiden making out in the Morhen’s green-house. Lambert and Aiden were petrified in fear and Jaskier had to confess himself and to promise them that he would never get them out and that he would help the younger boys to hide their romance until they were ready.

That was how Jaskier found in the younger of the Morhen brothers a fierce protector and a dear friend.

But Geralt…

Jaskier couldn’t get out in front of Geralt. He’s his best friend, more than that, Geralt is more important to Jaskier than anything else, Jaskier doesn’t want to lose him, and…

And it’s not like Geralt will reject him because of his sexual orientation, no, Geralt has never showed a hint of hate towards the queer community; no, Jaskier is afraid that if Geralt knows about Jaskier being, well, gay or bi or pan or whatever, Jaskier is still discovering that… Jaskier is afraid that Geralt will know about his feelings for him.

Jaskier is barely able to hide his love for Geralt now, shielded by Geralt’s wrong assumption about Jaskier being straight. The moment Geralt realises Jaskier is attracted to men too… Geralt will know. And Geralt will politely say to him that his love is unrequited. And then Geralt will stop being his friend just as he’s stopped being friends with Yennefer after their break up, and Fringilla before Yennefer, and Keira before Fringilla… Geralt doesn’t believe in being friends with those that want him. 

Jaskier can’t have that.

Jaskier would not let that happen.

“Jaskier!”

Geralt is running after him, and fuck, he’s fast.

“Geralt, please, I need to go!” Jaskier yells back at him, people avoiding them and watching them in confusion.

“Ok but.. I’ll call you later to check that you’re safe at home…” Geralt says loudly, and when Jaskier looks over his shoulder to look at him, Geralt is not running anymore, just looking at him with the saddest expression ever.

Jaskier stops running too.

He wipes his tears with the back of his hand, his backpack is heavy and tugs at his shoulders, and his lungs - used to sing for hours - hurts with the need to scream and cry.

He’s so tired.

He looks at his coloured nails again, the rainbow flag he’s so proud of seems like it’s making fun at him, now. But no, he’s the one making fun of the flag, he’s the one hurting himself.

June is the month to be proud of who we are. June is the month to be honest.

If Geralt doesn’t want to be his friend because he has feelings for him, well, then maybe Geralt is not his best friend after all.

It’s going to hurt, Jaskier knows it, but this constant lie is hurting him too.

Jaskier turns back to where Geralt is standing, his pained expression doing things to Jaskier’s heart. The extremely blond boy is just looking at him with concern and hope and by the way Geralt is clenching his fists, Jaskier knows Geralt wants to reach him.

“Geralt…” He whispers, his voice breaking. A lump in his throat is threatening him with more crying.

“I’m so sorry, Jaskier,” Geralt says instead. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m so sorry, I never wanted to upset you.”

Geralt takes a step closer to Jaskier, and good lord, why is everything so difficult? How can they be in this situation now? They argue a lot of times, for a lot of things, but Jaskier has never felt this scared before, nor has seen his friend this sad because of him, apparently.

“It’s not… It’s not your fault… It’s… Can we please go back to your house?” 

-

Geralt drives them back home, in silence.

He adores silence, it’s so difficult to find a moment of peace in his house, with Lambert being always a mouthy bastard and arguing about everything, and Eskel’s constant chattering and teasing and… And with Jaskier.

Loud, noisy Jaskier, always talking about fucking everything, always singing or humming for fuck’s sake. Jaskier, who is unable to be silent for more than five minutes, the boy even talks during his sleep, always with so much to say to the world.

Now, Jaskier is not talking, nor humming. He’s just sitting by his side during the short ride to Geralt’s house. And Geralt hates the silence.

His best friend has his eyes red and puffy, silent tears running down his cheeks, and Geralt is doing his best to just don’t reach and wipe them away gently and to promise Jaskier that everything is going to be fine, even if Geralt can’t understand what the fuck is happening.

Once at home again, Geralt leads Jaskier to his room and rushes to prepare tea for both of them. When in distress, prepare tea. Drink it, and then carry on. That’s what Vesemir says.

“Thank you,” says Jaskier with a soft, broken voice. It’s so wrong, Jaskier should be always happy, singing and chirping and…

“It’s a rainbow flag,” he adds, stopping Geralt’s thoughts.

“”What?”

“My fingernails. I painted them like this for… the Pride,” Jaskier explains, but he sounds off, scared even. Scared of what, Geralt doesn’t know. 

“Hm,” he answers, with a lack of something better to say.

“I… I played there, with Priss and Essi, for… for the Pride concerts, we applied and they… wanted us there…”

“That’s great!” Geralt exclaims and startles Jaskier, who clings to his cup tightly. “You three have been doing great with your band, of course they wanted you there! Why didn’t you tell us? We could have gone!”

Somehow, to say that, to… to offer Jaskier his support, makes Jaskier sobs harder, and Geralt wishes to know what to do.

"What? Jaskier, what…?"

"Geralt, it was the Pride!" Jaskier whines.

"Yeah, you just said that."

"Do you know what it is… Do you know what the rainbow flag means?" Jaskier asks, looking at him with panic in his eyes. 

Geralt looks at him, at his pouty lips now wet, and back again at his glistening, weeping blue eyes.

"Hm," Geralt needs a moment to think about something that is not kissing Jaskier. It's not easy, the need to comfort his friend and to reassure him is too strong. But he manages.

Rainbow flag. Yeah, that rings a bell, he has seen that flag, somewhere. He thinks Aiden, Lambert's best friend, has some stickers and such with it, and other flags with different colours.

Oh.

Oh.

"Yes, yes of course I know what it means, Jaskier," Geralt answers, feeling delirious. I just didn't want to hope.

"And?" Jaskier asks, expectantly. "Geralt, it was not a simple gig, we weren't there just because, but because Priss and Essi and I, we are… I am…"

Geralt kneels in front of him, and lets his hands rest on Jaskier's lap.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Geralt asks softly. "Were you afraid of me…? Did you think that I would… that I wouldn't want to be your friend anymore?"

Jaskier nods slowly, more tears spilling from his eyes.

"But not for the reason you think," Jaskier cries. "I know you would accept me as I am, but…"

Geralt's heart is breaking, watching his friend crying, sobbing hopelessly and thinking that Geralt could ever stop being his friend, for any reason at all… That's just absurd, because Geralt… he… He's in love with Jaskier and…

And Jaskier doesn't know it.

"Jaskier… Julek… it's ok, I'm here," Geralt promises, taking Jaskier's tea off his hands and hugging him, as tight as he can. Jaskier clings to him, sobbing.

"You'll hate me!" Jaskier cries, grabbing his shirt, and Geralt just… just can't.

"Never," Geralt reassures him. 

"You'll hate me because I love you!" Jaskier yells. "And you push away all of your ex girlfriends, so why would I be different?" 

Geralt freezes then, still holding Jaskier.

Jaskier loves him.

Jaskier loves him.

Flirty, flighty, social butterfly Jaskier, the boy who decided to be Geralt's best friend.

Bright, loud, noisy, wonderful Jaskier.

"It's… quite different," Geralt says at last and Jaskier snorts.

"It is, Jaskier, because… Because I…" Geralt takes a deep breath. "I love you too."

The last part is just a whisper, reverent, contained. It's a truth that he's been avoiding for years. 

Jaskier squirms until he can lock his blue eyes with Geralt's own.

"You mean… as a friend?" He asks.

Geralt smiles at him fondly and shakes his head slowly before leaning in, his eyes flicking from Jaskier's eyes to his lips. 

Jaskier's breath is warm against Geralt's lips, his skin is wet and a little clammy after all the crying and sobbing.

"Geralt…" Jaskier whispers, breathless.

"May I?"

Jaskier closes his eyes slowly, leaning in until he can find Geralt in the middle.

Their first kiss is chaste and shy and, well, not how Geralt would have imagined, not with Jaskier crying in fear and rushed confessions, but it's perfect, because it is Jaskier who is kissing him back.

Geralt reaches for Jaskier's hands and threads their fingers together.

"You had no idea what the rainbow or the Pride mean, right?" Jaskier asks, smiling wide, with his forehead resting on Geralt's shoulder.

"I thought you simply liked the…, what's it called? The colourful aesthetic." Geralt answers, shrugging, making Jaskier chuckle.

They stay like this for a while, Geralt studying Jaskier's painted nails and caressing his hands softly.

"You could paint mine," Geralt offers.

"Geralt…"

"Maybe for the Pride next year?" Geralt asks, hopeful. "I.. I could go there and see your gig…"

Jaskier kisses him again, less chaste, more hungrily, and Geralt can't suppress the growl that rises from the deep of his chest.

"I'd love that, my dearest."

-

“Ok, ok, Eskel, your turn…”

Jaskier can’t help but to look at Geralt in awe while he leads the party through the Dungeon; Geralt always seems happy and free during their DnD sessions, but lately he seems… resplandescent.

Geralt glances at him and smiles knowingly while Eskel keeps talking, and Jaskier’s heart does a somersault under his golden gaze. Gods, Geralt is going to be the death of him, and now that Jaskier knows his taste, his hunger, the caresses of his hands… 

“Hey, bard, wake up!” Lambert exclaims. Aiden is basically sitting on his lap, laughing softly. “Do your bard wiles!”

“C’mon, give us another Nat20, bard!” Eskel cheers.

Jaskier chuckles.

He takes the dice and rolls it over the table.

By his side, Geralt smiles at him, wide and unguarded, his hands at either side of the Master's screen, and every one of his fingernails are painted with the colours of the rainbow, to match Jaskier’s own hands. 

“Ok, dice, gimme a Nat20!”

#geraskier #dnd #geralt of rivia #jaskier #fluffy fluff #happy pride 🌈

[rainylana]

This is gonna be long but by god this shits been in my head for DAYS-

-BestFriend!Eddie who is so obviously in love with reader and does everything in his power to express it other than directly saying ‘I’m hopelessly in love with you’

-Over the top flirting, cheek kisses, pulling her into his lap whenever possible, talking about what a great girlfriend she’d be, showing favoritism during DND sessions to her character (much to the displeasure of the other hellfire members)

-and reader just seeing all of this and chalking it up to ‘there’s literally no way someone with genuine feelings could be this obvious. he’s just teasing. What a good bestie tho it’s a shame I’m in love with him.’

-The entire Hellfire Club begging Eddie to man the hell up and tell his crush how he feels and him refusing until Dustin threatens to tell her FOR him because at this point everyone’s tired of their bullshit.

-Eddie FINALLY managing to work up the courage and pulling her aside during study hour, asking her to dinner or to go see a movie.

-reader responding with ‘yeah sure we do that like every weekend tho?’

-“No, sweetheart. Like an actual date.”

-Reader just laughing it off because there’s no way he’s serious right? Right? They’ve been play-flirting for months at this point, he would have asked her out by now if he was ever serious.

-He just goes sorta quiet and digs his nails into his jeans before dismissing himself and cutting class for the day.

-Cue Eddie just flipping his shit at the trailer because he couldn’t get the words ‘I love you’ out of his mouth and he just got LAUGHED at by the love of his life and best friend. Who was he to think she might like him back?

-Things aren’t the same back at school. Their flirty friendship comes to a halt, reader’s attempts at starting conversations being ignored or redirected to someone else in their friend group. Eddie not coming by her locker like he usually does between classes, meeting her eyes in the hallway to just turn around and stomp off back the way he came.

-Reader finally sick of his shit and watches him go out to his spot in the woods for a smoke and corners him at the table, asking what the hell she did to make him act the way he’s acting.

-“Dunno why you’re acting like this is a big deal, y/n. Ya didn’t seem very interested in hanging out with me the other day.”

-“We were joking around, Munson! I knew you don’t mean any of it, why are you so upset about MY reaction to a joke that YOU made?”

-“Because it wasn’t a fucking joke! You think I go around pulling Gareth into my lap on the daily? Giving anyone else the attention that I give you? I’ve been trying for WEEKS to tell you that I’m head over heels for you! Jesus, y/n, is there no way into that thick, beautiful fucking head of yours?!”

-Theres a beat of absolute quiet. Eddie’s outburst silenced the woods surrounding the two, leaving the blood rushing in her ears the only sounds that y/n can hear.

-“…what?”

AND SCENE!!

bruh i crying😭

#lanas asks #eddie munson x reader

[intergalacticaquarium]

Chapter 3- Ride Home

Eddie Munson x soon-to-be-step!henderson!OC

Summary: Sam goes to pick Dustin up from DnD and realizes that Hellfire Eddie is the same Eddie that she's friends with, and everybody has something to say about it.

Contents: Everybody wants 2 sibling Dustin so bad that when somebody doesn't take the opportunity they're like what? You don't want this great brother? What the fuck is wrong with you? no warnings besides mentions of weed.

3k words

(Series masterpost/chapter links here!)

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Like every weekday afternoon since the beginning of school until today, the day before spring break, Samantha Campbell was reading a book and idly eating a sandwich in her van with the back doors open instead of deigning to step foot in the cafeteria. Eddie had offered her a seat plenty of times but she had never taken him up on it, preferring the peace and quiet and lack of crowds and shouting. 

    Samantha didn’t stop to give anybody the time at school, in and out as fast as possible, talking to nobody, no eye contact, never initiate a conversation. In fact, over the past few months, her actions cultivated themselves into an aura that the people around her seemed to think was pretty intimidating.

    Rarely did anybody interrupt her silent lunches in the parking lot, occasionally a teacher worried for her mental health, sometimes Eddie in an attempt to light up quickly before class, and every once in a blue moon, she would see a couple of Freshman standing on the perimeter of the parking lot, each whispering and occasionally smacking the others and gesturing to her van, until inevitably Dustin Henderson would nervously walk up to her while his friends waited and looked on curiously.

    Today was one of those days. She wondered if he’d ever be able to convince one of the other ones to come and talk to her, or if they always made Dustin do it because they thought he had the family advantage. But she didn’t really know Dustin, aside from one sleepover in the guest room that had been sparsely decorated with objects she had left behind and a few awkward dinners, she hadn’t spoken to him. It’s not that she didn’t like him, he seemed like a good kid. Sam liked his mom, too. She liked seeing her Dad happy, she liked watching him try to teach Dustin to play catch in the front yard. They looked like a family. A family that Sam didn’t know how to fit into, no matter how many times they made it clear that she was welcome to try. 

    Dustin walked up to her cautiously, fiddling with his hat and waving casually as if she hadn’t seen the rock paper scissors battle between him and the tall skinny one to come over to her. 

    “Uh- hey, Samantha. Okay, so Lucas joined the basketball team this year because he wanted to stop us from being bullied and-” Dustin started quickly, and she interrupted.

    “I don’t know who Lucas is.”

    “Not important. Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons?” He asked a little desperately.

    “I don’t know what that is. Or what you being bullied by the basketball team has to do with dragons.” She said, already uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to talk to kids, Dustin seemed cool enough but she didn't know whether he was at the "hard truths of life" stage or if she was supposed to give him a lollipop or something.

Dustin started rambling on about the rules and dice with twenty sides.

“I’m sorry dude I don’t think that’s my thing.” She said, interrupting him again, and the little guy deflated, instantly filling her with guilt.

 “Shit. Eddie’s gonna be so pissed if we can’t find someone to replace Lucas.” He murmured to himself. 

“Okay? I don’t know your Drowning Dragons Eddie-”

“I feel like you know that’s not what it’s called.”

“S-o that’s really not my problem, sorry bud.” She said, not sounding sorry at al. 

“Do you know anybody that would be interested?” He asked hopefully, glancing back to his friends who were probably expecting a better answer. 

“I don’t know anybody.” She said flatly, starting to look around for something to end the conversation.

“Seriously? You don’t know anybody?” Dustin said, now with sarcasm in full swing.  “Is this the first time you’ve ever spoken to another human being? Didn’t you go to school here for 11 years?” his tone was so confident all of a sudden that she would have laughed if she wasn’t already so annoyed.

“Yeah and then I left and all my old friends graduated.” She said flatly. 

“Fine, fine. Message received.” Dustin grumbled and started to walk away, but turned back. “Oh, this is a weird question now that you said no to the first thing but, uh- can you pick me up after DnD at nine? I usually get a ride from Lucas.”

“Tryin’ to kill two birds with one stone, huh?” Sam asked and he nodded. “Sure. But don’t be late.”

Dustin smiled a little and Sam had to admit that he was kind of adorable. 

---

    Dustin did end up running late, but Sam didn’t really care about being left to wait in the car when she carried her home with her everywhere she went. She rewound the Pogues cassette and restarted it, glancing towards the door opening and saw the boys come out of it. She furrowed her brow when they were with none other than Eddie Munson, who seemed to be in peak form, all arms and hips and menacing leans forward as he articulated whatever he was saying with his entire body to the absolute delight of the other boys. It didn’t even cross Sam’s mind that they were talking about the same Eddie, but now that she saw him she probably should’ve seen it coming. The boys were all talking and high fiving, and Sam honked the horn so he would hurry up. They all looked at the cars and Dustin waved goodbye to his friends.

    “Oh hey- I just saw a friend, I’m gonna go say hi- later guys, great job on the big finale tonight, humble adventurers.” Eddie said, waving to them.

    “My ride's here, later!” Dustin said, and they were both a little surprised when they both took a step in the same direction. 

    It wasn’t that strange, there were a few cars with people in them parked closeby, but eventually they reached the same van and they gave each other strange looks.

    “Is- is Sam Campbell your ride?” Eddie asked, confused.

    “Uh- yeah she’s my moms fiance's daughter. Is Sam Campbell your friend?”

    “Yeah, I think-”

    On the other side of the glass Samatha was cranking her window down and gave them both a stern stare. 

    “You know it’s weird to have a conversation directly outside somebody’s closed window.”

    “Sorry- I saw your van and came over, didn’t know you were here to pick up Ser Dragonthorn, Knight in Absentia to the Realm of Neverwinter.” He said in a dramatic tone and bowed, making Dustin laugh, but then turned to Sam with suspicion.

    “I thought  you said that you ‘didn’t know anybody’” Dustin accused, finger quotes and all. Eddie snorted and leaned over to rest his elbows on the open car window. When Dustin had no more space to Sam he walked around to the passenger seat and got in.

    “Don’t give her a hard time, that’s not a lie, I’m nobody.” He said mournfully, batting his eyelashes and her, now completely bent over and resting his chin on his arms. Sam grinned at how close he was getting, though she leaned away all the same.  

     “That’s not true- you’re the best damn DM I’ve ever seen.” Dustin said enthusiastically, then thought for a moment. “Don’t tell Mike I said that.”

    Eddie laughed and stood up. “Stay on my good side and I won’t, Henderson.”

    “How do you guys know each other?” Dustin asked, obviously extremely curious.

    “He sells me-” Sam started, only to be interrupted by Eddie.

“-concert tickets!”  he finished, and she glanced at him in confusion.

    “I got….all the good seats.” He said kinda lamely, now leaning away from the  car and hanging onto the window.

    “Yeah. All the good seats to all the great concerts that I go to now. In rural Indiana.” She said blankly and then stared at Dustin with a fake smile and she could see he wasn’t buying it.

    Eddie stood up on his own two feet and taped the top of the van awkwardly a few times.

    “See you round, Campbell. Henderson, figure out your level up stats and I swear to god if you don’t fix that -1 in agility I’m going to trap Ser Dragonthorn in a well and you’ll be stuck in there forever.” he said sincerely.

    “I’m a barbarian I don’t have to be agile-” Dustin started, and Sam took the car out of park and slowly started to back away.

    “Bye Eddie!” She said, cutting the conversation short and driving away, looking in the rear view a few times that he was staring after them and grinning.

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    Dustin sat back down and fiddled with the radio to get to his favorite station.

    “How do you really know Eddie?”

    Sam glanced at him in confusion. “What he said. He sells me pirated tapes or whatever.”

    “Concert tickets. He said concert tickets.” Dustin said flatly, and Samantha frowned.

    “He sells me both. Duh.” She said, and noticed Dustin getting quiet.

    “Look, if he didn’t say anything it’s for a reason. You obviously look up to him and maybe he doesn’t want to ruin that by crossing wires or whatever.”

    “You can’t say that- now I have to know!”

    “Honestly, it’s not even a big deal. I don't know why he would even bother lying about it, you’re old enough to know that weed exists. You’re- what? 9?....17?””

    “I’m 15.” 

    “That’s about the middle of what I said. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

    “So he sells you weed? That’s the big secret?” Dustin said, obviously disappointed, and Sam laughed.

“You look so disappointed, what were you expecting?” She said, and Dustin grinned.

“Maybe he fights real monsters on the weekend.” He said in a tone that made Sam feel like she was missing something. The mention of monsters soured her mood, flashes of what she saw that night at Starcourt flickering behind her eyelids while she stared at the road and tried not to blink.

“Monsters aren’t real, Dustin. You’re 15, you should know that.” She said quietly, and he could tell that her mood had changed.

“You’d be surprised.” Dustin said, almost to himself, and looked out the window.

She pulled up to his house and let him out, and she could see her dad and Dustin’s mom playing cards at the table. Dustin got out and waved goodbye, and she saw her dad look out the window at her van and wave. Sam waved back. She wanted to go inside, but the silhouette of Dustin came around the corner and hugged his mom, and high fived her dad. By the time he turned back to the window she had driven away.  

----

    Back at the trailer park she waited for Eddie to invite himself over but he didn’t come as soon as she had expected after she saw him come home and go into the trailer. She even saw little puffs of smoke coming from the window and she frowned. He didn’t have to come over, it’s not like they had standing plans or anything. Just as she was overthinking it she saw him walking towards her, and she leaned back in relief. 

    He sat down next to her and passed her a beer out of the six pack he was carrying, and she took it gingerly.

    “You know Dustin asked me to play today. Told me that Eddie would be so pissed if they couldn’t find a sub.” She said, grinning. “Didn’t occur to me til I saw you that they might be talking about you.”

    Eddie chuckled too. “Yeah, I didn’t really connect the dots either that Dustin was your step brother. What with how you’ve never said his name and he…never mentions you.”

    There was something off about his voice that she couldn’t identify.

    “He’s not really my brother.” She explained lamely, and he nodded. “Why didn’t you want me to tell him that you were selling weed?” She asked, and he screwed up his face for a minute, tensing up his shoulders before relaxing them.

    “I dunno. They look up to me, y’know? Every year there’s always a couple of weird kids that don’t fit in and I want to- God damn this sounds so cheesy- I want to make a nice space where they can just be themselves. It’s not like it’s a secret and everybody figures it out eventually it’s just, with Dustin in particular…” He said, swaying back and forth and explaining himself. “I’ve never had a kid latch onto me and expect me to role model him like that. It’s a lot of pressure.” He finished, and Sam smiled.

    “Sounds like you’ve got a new little brother. It’s sweet.” She said, and Eddie took a sip without looking at her.

    “I mean, if you weren’t gonna do it then somebody should, right?” he said, and immediately looked guilty. 

    “Wow.” She said, sitting up from the relaxed position she had been in so she could look him in the eye. She shook her head, unsure how to respond. 

    “I’m sorry, it’s just- he talks about your dad Ron all the time and he’s never mentioned you. Sometimes his friends ask about you and all he has to say is ‘she’s not really my sister’ and that he’s too scared to talk to you.”

    “I’m not his sister, though. Why is Dustin my responsibility all of a sudden, sounds like he’s got plenty of role models to go around.” She said, offended, and she sat quietly for a moment while his words sunk in a little more. “He’s too scared to talk to me?” She asked incredulously.

    “Yeah. They all are.” He said it as if it was obvious. “I just- I know this whole ‘new family’ thing has been kinda hard on you, and you know I love the whole standoffish loner thing you’re doing now,” He said, clearly ramping up to something and trying to gather some courage, but she couldn’t figure out where he was going when he looked her in the eye. 

“but I don’t like bullies- and if you’ve been giving Dustin or any of those other kids a hard time-”

    “What? No, of course not. I'm not giving anybody a hard time.” She said angrily.

    “Then why are they all scared of you?”

    “Because they don’t know me!”

    “And why is that?”

    “Because I don’t talk to them. I’m a standoffish loner, remember?” She said, kinda defeated and thinking back to all her past interactions with Dustin to search for anything that would have scared him. She couldn’t come up with anything, but she certainly couldn’t come up with any moments of connection either. 

    “Okay, maybe I haven’t exactly put in any effort with him but I haven’t done anything mean to him either.” She admitted begrudgingly, and Eddie seemed to accept that, looking like he felt guilty for insinuating anything. But she was glad that he said it, whether or not he had a point or not (she knew he did), that meant that somebody was looking out for Dustin. Somebody should if she wasn’t, after all. That thought struck her as selfish in the quiet lack of conversation until Eddie spoke again.

    “Man, I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing him complain about your empty bedroom.” He said with a weak laugh, obviously he had said what he came to say and hadn’t thought much beyond that.

    “What?” She asked, confused.

    “He complains about your empty bedroom constantly. Annoys the shit out of me.” He said. “ Always talks about how his mom was thinking about buying a computer before she cleaned out the whole office so that you could come and live there. How he keeps asking to put his damn radios back in there but his mom says no every time because she wouldn’t want to make you feel unwelcome.”

Sam paused. She didn’t know that. She had suggested that they just get rid of the room once and her dad said no, but she didn’t know that Claudia cared or that her not being there was causing any kind of absence in their family. She shook her head and chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to think of any symbolism there. 

“Next time…” she paused, unsure what she wanted to say. “Next time he asks me to play DnD with you guys I’ll say yes. And maybe I’ll think about sleeping in that empty bedroom. Maybe.” she said to Eddie, and smiled when he grinned. “And for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you’re looking out for him enough to talk to me about this.” she said, honestly, and he looked away bashfully in a way she thought was very sweet.

“I’m just worried he does have enough badass influences in his life. I don’t want him to be a mini Steve Harrington.” He mused, and Sam laughed incredulously.

“Why would you possibly have to worry about that?” 

“They’re like, best friends.” He said, and she gaped at him.

“Why?”

“I have no idea. Dustin worships him, though.” He said, clearly irritated.  Sam squinted into the night sky contemplatively.

“Is Dustin really cool, or has Steve Harrington massively fallen from grace?” She asked, and Eddie snorted a laugh.

“He works at the video store with Robin Buckley and apparently spends all his time with her and the kids he babysits or whatever, so I think so.” He said smugly.

“As opposed to you who…doesn’t have a job, only hangs out with me and the exact same kids in the official school club that you are technically the administrator of.” She said, even more smugly than him, and he rewarded her by falling backward onto the mattress.

“You’re killing me, Sam. Literally. I’m literally cursed and going to die because you keep calling me a sellout.” He complained, and she laughed, feeling more free than she had since getting back to Hawkins. 

    “Yup. Sellout, total corpo. Might as well be wearing a damn necktie.” She said, starting to giggle freely and he joined, though it died down quickly with a soft look between them that made her feel ridiculous for not thinking of him as a real friend until now. Glancing away back at the evening she decided that it was time to stop living her life at arm's length, and now she knew she had somebody to do it with.

Taglist: @nostandards94

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

[halamet-chalamet]

Hi! I saw your headconnon post about Spencer Reid and I wanted to give it a try!

I'm ,30 years old female. I have short curly black hair . olive skin with a lot freckles / birthmarks, and green eyes. I'm covered in tattoos and I have my nose and lip pierced. My personal style is a mix between rockabilly and grunge. I'm very short, 4'10" and I'm a size 6 in jeans/dresses I'm petite but I do have some curves. My personality type is ESFJ, Enneagram personality type 6, Virgo Sun and Pisces Moon.

I'm very very insecure about myself. My voice my body my intelligence (I'm dyslexic) you name it

I'm a middle school science teacher, I honestly love my job even though it is really hard sometimes and it makes me cry lol

I'm Sassy, sarcastic but genuine and sweet. I have a dry sense of humor but I absolutely love puns. I'm Hardworking but also a procrastinator. I'm a kid at heart, definitely more crafty then artistic I don't like that I do not have much of back bone at times, I try to avoid conflict like it's the plague so I tend to indifferent a lot of the time too.

I'm a non judgmental person and a good listener. I have ADHD so I would lose my own head that wasn't attached to my body, so I have a lot of planers and sticky notes everywhere. I love having fun with my friends. Exploring new cafes or little things in our city. I love going to a local coffee shop on rainy nights and setting with a book and coffee, black coffee I don't like any cream.or sugar. I love the look of city lights at night. Not much of an outdoor person is endless unless it is for a concert.

I love any age or genre of rock music, I scare very easily but I love horror movies. I'm really nerdy, I love playing D&D with my friends, reading, anime, doctor who ect ect.I collect mugs. I probably have over a 120 at this point. My 15lb pekingese dog is my baby. An odd hoppy of mine is I take only liquor and wine bottles use them as vases for flower bouquets I make

How come all of you guys sound so cool bruh???

Where do I begin?

You guys have so much in common but are still such different people

Binge watching doctor who together for SURE

Speaking of remembering things, he’s so understanding about your ADHD

His eidetic memory comes in super handy! He reads your sticky notes and is your own personal calendar!!

Coffee. Dates

This boy loves his coffee

We KNOW he loves his coffee

Home coffee dates. Favorite cafe coffee dates. New cafe coffee dates

He def needs someone as non judgmental as you in his life .

Poor boy has so much trauma he needs to get out of him and having you to actively listen and care for him when he needs it is so foreign but absolutely needed.

Spence is always wondering how your day went. He wants to know alll about what happened at school.

And is there when you need to cry :(((

I think we can kind of tell that he’s not very outdoorsy

So you guys stay in a lot or go out to do things indoors.

You introduce him to a lot of new music!!!

Idk if you like Muse but I feel like it’s the perfect blend of hard rock and classical and would be spectacular for you both.

You’re the edgy he needs bro I’m not lying.

You’re still nerdy and compatible with him but you certainly have more edge and it gets him out of his comfort zones in the best way!

He pretends he’s gonna steal your dog 💀

And says it’s his son/ daughter (sorry idk what gender your dog is but it sounds cute)

What if he visited your class one time and helped you with a lesson to the kids???

That would be adorrrrrable

Anyway

Okay dnd with this boi

He gets so serious about the story lines bro

Okay you guys so rarely fight because you both hate conflict

If there is something one of you needs to bring up it’s not in an angry or accusing manner at all because neither of you like that.

Spencer is so good to you when you’re insecure.

He often times feels similar so he knows how to handle it really well.

He doesn’t overwhelm you or get upset at you but cares for you and let’s you know how he sees you. 🥰🥰🥰

#I hope you like it!!! #keep requests comin #you seem so cool! #mathew gray gubler #Spencer Reid ships #criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg ships #mgg fanfiction #spencerreid #criminal minds headcanons

[iantimony]

i once again am overwhelmed by stupid busywork. Get Me Out

listening: finished the counter/weight prequel eps! feels good to be listening to a friends at the table thing in-time with when they're released, lol. i fully laughed out loud at the heartfelt moment between aria and hymn being interrupted by austin's fucking ice machine. incredible. no notes. "people are gonna go insane about aria in this one" keith you are SO right.

music for the week was the spotify release radar! just gettin some new tunes. i'm thinking of making a playlist that's just the songs that i like from release radar and the at the end of the year i can have a New Of 2024 list, idk. i AM going to try and be more discerning about what things i post, though - it would be very easy to just drop a huge list of all the songs on there that i kinda liked with no commentary but i think it'll be more fun to do fewer songs and actually talk about them, y'know?

philadelphia (matt maltese): feels like a mug of tea. very soft. nostalgic for something i've never seen. travels (rob blivion): really does seem like it should be playing over some indie film montage of someone travelling through mists in the scottish highlands. harsh truths (lemoncello): another indie soundtrack song. i think there's a bass in the background? although in retrospect i think it's a cello. lemoncello. duh. anyways it's very good. burning down the house (paramore): this is SUCH a fun cover. what can't paramore do for real. oh no::he said what? (nothing but thieves): BOUNCY. toe tapper. i am driving down a neon highway at 10000mph. coming home song (sammy rae & the friends): back to wistful and nostalgic. feels a certain kind of way especially right now because i am in the process of finding a new apartment, entirely alone for the first time. jolene (maneskin & dolly parton): speaking of really fun covers, yes yes yes. everything i would have wanted from this.

honorable mention to love me not (emei). i do not like this song particularly. it is stuck in my head though.

reading: fallow.

watching: just like last week: with the boyf, the newest dungeon meshi, i loved the way they animated the mimic. then some kill la kill. we're up to episode 11 now, almost halfway! also went to a superbowl party sunday. basically what you'd expect. fun socializing though.

playing: only had the one dnd last weekend, the one i run! went well. definitely was kinda sleepy and not as focused as i'd like. sigh.

making: mostly fallow...i cut out some of the border pieces for my handsewing project in a nice matching solid blue during the superbowl but have not attached any of it yet. started idly crocheting a rectangular prism-shaped object to use as a mtg deck case.

drew a little birthday card for my grandma i guess? mostly watercolor pencil, some prisma marker for the background. can't be assed to rotate it the right way, sorry, lol

pottery-wise, i did not take pictures but i have some fun interesting stuff in the works! biiiiig pot for my mom (got a little busted. but i think it'll make it). mug. glazing a bowl using sgraffito to carve out some waves (my roommate accidentally dinged the rim and i'm incorporating that into the design). did not take any pictures last week but i'll get some tomorrow for the next tuesdaypost.

eating: my roommate made a truly enormous focaccia in a 9x13 glass baking dish to cut into super bowl party sandwiches. they were delicious and we are still eating them for lunch basically every day. she also made a marinated beef bulgogi-type object, served over rice with veg and a fried egg and some spaghetti squash...yumb.

misc: i can't even be like "i just have to make it through this week" because i know next week will look literally exactly like this one (homework due wednesdays for one class, fridays (plus ANOTHER assignment alternating wednesdays) for the other). really bad vibes. just gotta make it through this week this semester.

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

[miekasa]

mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao). 

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait. 

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key. 

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster. 

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it. 

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back. 

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you. 

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards. 

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity. 

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in. 

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you. 

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out. 

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it. 

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay. 

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week. 

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone. 

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house. 

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho. 

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening. 

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day. 

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around. 

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son. 

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying. 

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his. 

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it. 

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever. 

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out. 

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car. 

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part. 

#anonymous #hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD #eren x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #eren fluff #eren smut

[themonotonysyndrome]

Dont know who your FO's are so chose whoever you really want to talk about!

🛋, 🍪, 🖊, 🐉, 🎲

- @wegotaselfshipperere

Hey Ally! Thank you so much for this ask!

In terms of FO, I'd go with Vincent~

🛋 How do you spend time together? Are you the couple who sits in the same room, not talking and just enjoying each other's company, or do you two go off and have dates/adventures a lot?

Food dates! I love to eat and I'd definitely bring Vincent out on food-related dates. New restaurant just open up? Vincent, honey! We're going on a dinner date tonight! A carnival is in town? Vincent! Wanna try some fair food!?

Also, quiet time would be a thing between us. I'll just be writing fics in the living room while Vincent watches Netflix or something. Not saying anything to each other but is happy because the other is nearby.

🍪 You tried to make a sweet surprise for you and your F/O, but something happened and now the cookies are alive!!! They've taken over the kitchen and are starting to push into the rest of the house! How do you and your F/O stop them?

Ok, how I imagine this going down is that Vincent has been doing really well in his classes at D.A.M.N so I wanna surprise him. Even when I absolutely have zero cooking skills. But cookies sound easy enough to bake right?

Wrong.

I'd blame it on Magic when Vincent comes home and sees me battling a giant sentient cookie with a broom and a prayer. So now we have an issue. Vincent can't use his Vampiric abilities here (I tried asking him to Trance the cookie but he just gave me a look, lol) so we ended up burning it with a makeshift flamethrower made from a lighter and his hair spray.

It works!

🖊 If your F/O were to start a collection of things, what would they horde? What would be their most prized possession? (Besides you, obviously)

Vincent has tons of cars so I guess he collects them? I personally don't like driving though.

His most beloved car is probably an old, yet classic sports car. Told him that I don't understand any of his car talks and would be happy just driving around a clown car.

As revenge, he makes me drive his cars to our dates.

🐉 Your F/O gets turned into a dragon through hijynx. What type of dragon are they? What powers do they have?

Ooooh, Vincent would look like those classic Western dragons. A huge black dragon with beautiful golden eyes. It'll be cool if he's like a Vampiric dragon.

I'm more concerned about how he ended up a dragon. Like Vincent, how are we gonna turn your back!? What am I gonna say to Will!?

🎲 You guys are setting up a campaign in DnD, what class/race do you play? What about your F/O? Who is more likely to be the dungeon master?

I don't actually play DnD so uh, I have no idea how to answer this question, I'm so sorry!!

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #ask meme #vincent solaire

[rolllingthunderr]

UkaTake Unexpected d&d fluff | 1.6K words | SFW

tw: drinking //

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“Well, this is unexpected?” Takeda stops in the doorway, smile threatening to take over his face and he puts a hand over his mouth to hide it as Ukai turns and frowns from where he’s sitting behind the DM screen.

Ukai leans back to smile softly at him, like he always did whenever he caught sight of him, something Takeda would never get over, before catching up with what he said and frowns. “Shaddup. Are you playing or what?”

“Yeah, we’re missing a few people.” Makoto smiles from where he’s sitting at the end of their kitchen table, paper and dice spread out before him with Takinoue in much the same arrangement beside him. “We need a healer.”

“Is this what you were sending me links for this morning?” He turns to Ukai, grinning as he watches him pull out a few character sheets and dice sets.

“Yeah. We don’t get many opportunities to play. How long’s this campaign been running Tak?”

“Two years I think?”

“Well i’ll happily join if you give me a few minutes to change. I may be a little rusty though. I haven’t played in years.” Before going to change he leans forward to kiss the top of his partner's head, smiling when Ukai sits up straight to lean his head back so he can kiss him properly.

“Hurry up. I’ll get you a drink. Whadda ya want?”

“That weird beer you got in, give me a few minutes.” He’s quick to change and go back into the kitchen, sitting in the chair that’s closest to Ukai which had apparently already been set up with a character sheet and dice.

“Cleric huh?” He takes a look over it. The class and level had already been set up, as well as prepared spells, but everything else was left blank so he quickly fills it in, using the memories from when he last played a cleric to create his character now as quickly as he can.

“Here Ittetsu.” Ukai comes back, passing him the beer with a kiss to his temple as he sits down, putting the other snacks he bought in towards the middle of the table.

“Thanks Kei.” Absently, he winds their legs together under the table as he sorts himself out while Makoto and Takinoue fill him in on the basics of the campaign.

“So we started out as mercenaries, but we sort of joined a plot to kill the king and that’s our focus on the minute.” Makoto explains. “We’re currently trying to break in the castle so we like, find you in the stables or something.”

“Sounds good.” He smiles as Ukai reaches under the table to grab his legs and pull his feet into his lap. Pushing over a packet of his favourite sweets as he does so, acting nonchalant about it although the tips of his ears are red.

Shifting so he’s comfortable and ignoring the eye rolls from their friends at their domesticity, Takeda settles in properly. “Alright, let’s get this started then.”

-

It takes all of twenty minutes before the apparent serious mood turns goofy, and Takeda leans into it heavily.

He’d forgotten how much he loved this game, and the customers at work had been particularly mean that day. He wished his teacher's salary stretched so he didn’t have to work through the summer but he did what he had to. It just meant he was all too ready to let off some steam now anyway.

“What do you mean I can’t flirt with the DM to get advantage?” He asks, pouting in the way he knows will get Ukai to flush, which causes Makato and Takinoue to giggle into their drinks.

“That’s not how it works babe.” Ukai sighs, but he’s very obviously trying to hide his grin.

“You’re the dm, you say what goes!”

“Exactly!” Takinoue leans forward, gesturing with his bottle. “We need advantage on that persuasion check c’mon please.”

“Okay if you ask i’m definitely gonna say no.” He growls, pointing right back.

“Shut up Tak.” Makoto hisses and Takeda can’t help but laugh at them. One of the good things about originally getting to know Ukai had been the friends who had followed him into their friendship. He had always been a little too awkward and earnest to make his own friends past being acquaintances. But Ukai hadn’t minded one bit and apparently, neither did his friends. And they were his friends too now.

“Yeah Tak.” He smirks, before turning the smirk to Ukai who averts his eyes.

“That’s not gonna work either.”

“Fine fine. Let me roll.” He gives it up, but he doesn’t miss the way Ukai squeezes his ankle. Maybe an apology, but it’s more likely a ‘hah’ at not giving in to his puppy eyes.

“Okay that’s a ten?” He grimaces given how low it was even with him adding everything to it.

Another squeeze. “Surprisingly, you come up against a particularly stupid guard and he lets you in without question.”

“Then i’m gonna kill him to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere!” Makoto slams the table, feral gleam in his eye that’s mirrored by all of them.

“Then roll for initiative.”

-

They end the night late and tipsy. And with plans to continue the next week given they had ended the session by being caught and thrown into the castle dungeons.

“Bye!” Takeda calls from under Ukai’s arm as they stand in the doorway. Waving Makoto and Takinoue off as they head home.

Once they’re out of sight they close the door and Ukai lets go, sighing as he looks at the messy table they’d left in their wake.

“Think we can leave it ‘till tomorrow?” He asks and Takeda nods, following to wrap his arms around Ukai’s waist from behind, burying his face in his shoulder blades.

“I mean, i’ve got the day off. I can do it whenever I get up.”

“Fuck I love you.” Ukai grins, turning around. Takeda just smiles back until he squeaks when unexpectedly Ukai reaches down to grab his thighs, hoisting him up. All he can do is wrap his legs around his waist and arms around his neck, laughing.

“What are you doing? I’m heavy c’mon-”

“I carry boxes of stock heavier than you babe.” Takeda can feel himself blushing and he buries his face in the crook of Ukai’s neck, grinning against the skin there before nosing it. Just to hear him sigh happily as he carries him carefully through their apartment.

He was secretly a sap. Or well, it was more a badly kept secret over an actual secret.

“Love you.” He nuzzles in. A little loose from the booze and he wiggles in Ukai’s grip, to feel his hands shift to settle him properly, and then while he’s there cop a feel of his ass which gets him laughing.

“You tryin’ to feel me up?” He pulls back, laughing even harder when Ukai drops him onto the bed, leaning over him as he kneels between his legs before lying heavily down.

It’s a weight Takeda loves, and he wraps his legs a little more firmly around his partner to keep him there as Ukai smirks down at him. He rests his elbows either side of Takeda’s head, leaning heavily down as he kisses him. Slow and open mouthed, completely sloppy.

Gross bastard. He really loved him

“Always babe.” Ukai grins in between kisses, one hand absently going to run through the strands of Takeda’s hair he can reach. Wrist bent a little awkwardly.

He reaches up to take the headband out of Ukai’s hair, chuckling when his hair falls into disarray around his face, strands falling over his face. He throws the hairband aside, hands going to play with it and spike it up before letting it all again, scratching his nails along Ukai’s scalp in the way he knows he likes.

“Hmm, you need to dye your roots again Kei.” He tugs at one of the strands, laughing when Ukai just licks a stripe up his face in indignant response. He goes to say something else, tease ready but the comment leaves his brain when Ukai starts kissing down his neck. He starts at his jaw, closed mouth kisses progressing to licks and then sharp nips the further down his neck he goes. Sucking hickies into the skin below the neckline of his shirt where the only people who could see the marks were them.

“So, what did you think about the game?” Ukai asks when he stops, resting his chin on Takeda’s chest and Takeda can’t help but burst into laughter.

“You’re asking me that now?” He giggles, tucking Ukai’s hair behind his ears. “Nerd.”

“Says you, Mr Teacher.”

“I’m not the one who brings up dnd in the middle of a make out session.”

“Oh shut up we’re not kids, c’mon.” Ukai whines. “At least call it somethin’ sexier.”

“No can do. You like me for my awkward charm.”

“Love you.” Ukai corrects without even thinking about it, and Takeda instantly blushes so hard he has to cover his face.

“Love you too.” He mutters. Unable to move his hands.

Gently, Ukai moves his hands out the way to kiss him and take his glasses off. Reaching over to them on their bedside table, and Takeda whines at the loss of him. He’s too tired and tipsy to really have a filter so he reaches out without thinking. Flushing again and hiding his face when Ukai turns to face him again, smirking down at him before that breaks into a soft grin. Resettling himself in between Takeda’s legs. Shifting comfortably as he rests his arm back where they were.

“Fucking nerd.”

“Shut up.” He leans up to kiss him once again, and settles in for the night.

#takeda ittetsu #ukai keishin #ukatake #ukai x takeda #haikyuu #haikyuu writing #my writing #long post // #takeukai

[aria-chicken-flugget]

Obey Me Request! By @demon-simper

How Levi reacts to a Japanese MC telling him that his Japanese sucks!

A/N: Why you gotta do this to him?! He a shy baby -

Lol jk, I stand by that Levi is an absolute Dark Horse - HELLO?! The literal Avatar of Envy lmao. This moody Otaku can be stubborn. Let’s begin 😈

~

Levi Reacts 👾

“Uhh, MC?”“Oh hey Levi, what’s up?”

He’s blushing, unable to look you in the eye again. He wants something. You waited patiently for him to speak.

“We got paired together for the class project...”

Your smile brightened, noticing the small, crumpled slip of paper between his fingers had indeed read ‘Japan’

“That’s awesome! What are the chances we both got it? Lol” #OtakusUnite

“Haha yea, what are the odds...” Blush

There is a reason why that slip of paper is crumpled and that reason is called Mammon

You decide to hone your focus on the Influences of Witchcraft hidden within the Sengoku Era of Japan and the Power Hungry warlords

Why has this turned into an Obey Me x IkeSen Crossover?!

Because I have no culture nor self control

Levi starts treating the project like it’s DnD or -

“This reminds me of that game we tried last month! Remember? Called: ‘I got swept up back in time to the Sengoku Era by three witches who cursed me unto a Power Hungry Warlord who actually only wanted to unite Japan but was under their curse but in the end we fell in love!’ *Breathes*

You’re almost impressed by the fact that he got that all out in one breath

When you finally group back together to see what you’ve got so far, Levi starts to analyse the language of the curses that were used between then and now

The moment he starts to read it out you find your brows creasing, smile tense

He immediately stops, flushing behind his hand, “What?! Why are you looking at me like that?!”

A moment of silence passes. Do I tell him?! His Japanese was so bad it’s as if he didnt even try...

In fact, you were certain that he didnt try.

As you recognised he recited some line from an anime you two watched last week

Your frown darkened and finally let him have it, “Levi. Your Japanese sucks!”

The air goes still, he freezes, jaw tense

“What?!” “You heard me. Did you even try to look this up?”

He’ll have you know he learned a LOT of Japanese from his years of Anime for a start! Smh Levi

Like... Sugoi! - means amazing! Right? Smh

His expression darkens as if he’d done a complete 180. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

“Well how am I supposed to know what these curses are? This Japanese is ancient and I was gonna miss the season finale of My best friend is a fish but we fell in love at the -“

“You should have come to me if you were struggling.” You cut him off, trying to cool down

You weren’t the one who needed to cool down now, though...

You gaped as suddenly your precious Otaku soft boi was now in his demon form. Shit

“You think you know more than me? I have thousands of years on you, seen the Sengoku with my own eyes and yet your Japanese is ‘better’?! How would that possibly be fair? No - how could that possibly be right?!”

A bowel of blackness engulfed him in amethyst tendrils, seeping towards you in ominous tendrils. His golden irises alight in fury

You stood your ground, balling your hands into fists as you frowned up at the towering demon

“I’m gonna give you time to calm down. When you’re ready to learn some Japanese - Some real Japanese - I’ll be waiting.”

You leave his room and expect to wait a while because this moody Otaku can be stubborn when things don’t go his way

In that time you prepare his part of the project as not to fail the class altogether if he doesn’t come around

It’s too late by the time he does, his reiterations of ‘iT’s nOt FaIR’ being thrown back in his face when Satan tells him you picked up his slack

“They’ve been in the library doing your work, as well as their own.” Satan glares, smh Levi.

“:(“ feels really guilty now...

Blushy McBlush Face TM knocks on your door the day before the project’s due to be presented

You open it, miffed and your heart’s a little sad that he hadn’t come to see you sooner

He can barely look you in the eye, finding ANYTHING else to look at, chewing his lower lip

You wait in the silence until he sighs, “I’m... I’m really sorry, MC. Not just for flipping out.”

His cheeks dangerously red as it is, his lip begins to tremble, “I wanted us to get to work together but got jealous instead and freaked out...”

Your heart ached as you watched him form some semblence of a coherent apology past those trembling lips, thinking you’d punished him with your silence long enough

You reached out your soft fingertips to his cheeks and held his white hot cheeks, as if he were as delicate as bone china. Really, really hot china - he was literally a tomato

“W-w-wha what d-do you think y-you’re doing?!”

You smile, caressing his soft cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

You could have sworn that smoke had shot out of his ears he was so red lolol

“I forgive you.” “Ok... but why are y-you h-holding me?! A yucky Otaku?!” “:(“

“Because I want to.” You say quietly, in earnest. Pecking a chaste kiss on the tip on his nose.

Error 404. Leviathan does not compute

Explodes

~

Hope you enjoyed! I’m sorry if it suuuccckkeed ✨

#obey me #obey me request #obey me Levi #om! levi #om! swd #obey me headcannons #Levi Reacts #obey me shall we date #lowkey shit post lmao

[whats-the-story-tc]

14th of September, 2020

"The One with the Subtext and the Struggle"

Did I say the recent content was gonna be boring? Oh, my children, little did I know. How fucking little did I know.

So, pre-first period, she's sitting outside our classroom like a guard dog, a lock of her hair braided and fastened with a hair clip, adorable as I've ever seen her. That was the time I decided to give her the fox mask I bought on Friday.

She turned her head towards me the second time I said "Miss?", and that's when I handed it to her, saying "As I promised." She took it, a little taken aback, immediately saying "Oh my God... how much was it?" She didn't look at me for a second, her eyes were fixed on the mask. "It's a gift," I said, also a little surprised. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I'm sure." "Who made this?" "Apparently it's handmade, but honestly, I don't know." She turned the mask between her fingers, examining it thoroughly like she still doesn't believe it's hers, that someone would give her something. Her voice only slightly faltered, and didn't tell much, I couldn't see her eyes properly in the dim light, but the way she looked at it, it was clear how much she likes it. I met the real, inner V again for a minute or two. "This is wonderful, thank you very much." The words are still buzzing in my chest like a happy little bee. She said it was wonderful. HOW IS THIS MY LIFE?

Class started in 5 minutes or so. It was a pretty usual morning class, everyone's still half asleep and unmotivated, but we tried. I'd like to point out one bit, a funny little back-and-forth between the two of us. We discussed rhetoric in class, and what a good speaker should be like, and V said they should always be honest, even politicians. Me, being the rebellious theatre kid I am, made this "ehh" sound in protest, because we all know they're not. V, grinning wide as ever, said "I can interpret this little whimper as..." and turned my sound into sophisticated words. When she was finished, I said: "Exactly what I was going to say, Miss, thank you." As you can see, V and I rarely tag-team things, but when we do, we work as a well-oiled machine.

We had a short conversation after class about something that happened over the weekend, too, and it felt incredible that she was curious enough to ask and let me share my knowledge with her, so, in a way, let me educate her. I'm not gonna talk about exactly what it was, this isn't the platform, but those of you who know me outside of this blog: you can probably guess.

Fifth period, V comes back, and so do her DnD dice, the ones older followers may remember. This is what she chooses her quizzing victims with. And today, as fucking expected, chance fell on me. "I can't believe this!" I said, springing up from my seat. And that's where shit hit the fan.

I knew barely anything about our current poet's life. No, that's not right, I did, but it simply wouldn't come to me. Plus, I was kind of waiting for V to help out, but alas, she didn't. I ranted and gestured wildly and tried to save my own ass, with not much success. As V put it: "If this was your post-grad exam now, the supervising teacher would turn to me and ask me: 'What is this?' ". She was so done with me she started nicknaming me, something she still rarely does. They don't translate well, but in English, they mean: "little fairy" and "little fairy bug". I was getting even more flustered, trying to make myself as small as possible and asking "Yes?"

After this struggle, I could finally talk about something more recently covered in class, something I knew a little more about without help, that got me a B for the quiz (which I'm not at all satisfied with, I wanted an A). V's behaviour, though was incredibly interesting. After a while, she sat down, watching me intently from her chair, with this very unique, very V stare. When I say she was done, I mean there was a bit of playfulness in it, not her being fed up. This only strengthened as she looked at me then. Those incredibly intelligent eyes could be written essays about, but in that moment, all I saw is what I needed to see: she wanted me to do well. She expects a lot of me, which I knew, but if I was ever 100% sure she liked me, it was when I looked her in the eyes as I spoke. And not only that, as she listened, she was smiling. Not a full-blown smile, just something playing on her lips. I don't think I've ever seen anyone look at me the way she does. And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's romantic, not at all. But it feels incredible.

After class, we're standing at a different place with my friends, I'm complaining to them about how V should've asked me things at the part where I struggled. I turn. V is sitting in the nearby stairway, talking on the phone but looking at me. I put my hand over my lips (or, well, my mask in this case), and ran away. For most of the day, I thought she might've heard, but then I remembered that when I passed her a minute or so later, she was smiling as she spoke. It's more probable she has no idea what happened. But whatever.

So... yeah. That was it. Eventful day, safe to say I'm a bit tired, but it's blissful tiredness. Everybody, don't forget to wear your masks and stay very-very safe!

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

[emmettspeakz]

Gotta Love DnD, Victor

Love Victor fanfic

Summary: It’s a week after Victor has come out to his family and a few friends, but they haven’t really acknowledged it one way or another. Desperate to help get his friend’s mind off of his family’s reaction (or lack of a reaction) to his coming out, Felix designs a DnD campaign that Victor, Bram, and Simon can play, with Felix as the DM. Fun and crazy stuff ensues. 

Hope y’all enjoy <3

“So how do we do this? All I got are dice.” Bram asks through Felix’s computer screen, holding lime-green crystal dice up to the camera. He and Simon are sitting on the couch in the middle of their apartment, with no space between them. Victor couldn’t help but feel like they were the perfect couple, and hoped that one day Benji and him could be the same way.

It was the weekend after Victor had come out to his family and they had started acting like he hadn’t said anything at all. Victor felt like right now that was for the best, as he didn’t really wanna talk about it anymore either. Things were weird with Mia and Lake, because although she had declared her love for Felix, Lake wasn’t talking to Victor at all, in solidarity and die-hard friendship fashion for Mia. Benji had sent him sweet text messages this week like “hang in there” or “hair looks great today bud” and that would help a bit, but also Victor couldn’t shake the feelings of regret and pain away. That’s how this weekend had happened. Felix had insisted they play DnD to get his mind off things. But because Victor and Felix couldn’t afford to go back to New York, they were somehow trying to do DnD through Skype. It wasn’t working all that well, but god damn it if Felix wasn’t gonna let Victor mope around his house anymore.

“It’s not that difficult now that you guys told me what classes you wanted to be. I think you all should give your characters names though. It’s not creative if you’re just Victor and Bram and Simon.”

Simon gave Felix a look through the webcam, raising his eyebrows.

“No offense.” Felix replied, awkwardly. Felix had moved all the newspapers his mother had collected into the supply closet to make room on the coffee table for DnD, but the closet had reached capacity and Victor worried it would comically burst open like their lives were a part of a cartoon.

“Nice to meet you two by the way. You guys...are—”

While Felix was talking, the couple maintained eye contact with him as Simon rested his head on Bram’s shoulder.

“Right, okay.”

“Felix! You know they’re boyfriends!” Victor called out, sounding more like his teasing self than he has all week.

“I still can’t believe that you never told me you went to New York! The Big Apple? Times Square? You know how much I love Broadway!”

“Well you guys will just have to come visit us again sometime.” Bram suggested, putting his arm around his boyfriend affectionately.

“Alright so let’s start.” Victor said, not wanting to be reminded of the trip that made him lie to his then-girlfriend.

“Okay, so Bram you’re a paladin—” Felix began before he was cut off.

“Paladin? I’m definitely not just brawns!” Bram protested.

“You picked your character!” Victor laughed.

“I know but I think I’m a bit more of a—”

“No, no, no, no. I sent you a character sheet, you filled it out and sent it back to me and then I added the modifiers and all the technical stuff and sent it back to you, so it’s finalized!” Felix said, all his words jumbled together in a long string, sounding hyperactive as usual. “Now,” Felix continued, grabbing a D20 die from on top of his brown coffee table. “Let’s do this.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t know much about DnD, but I do know that the DM can’t play too.” Victor said, grabbing Felix’s hand tightly.

“Oh c’mon, let me play Victor! I need this! I haven’t seen Lake in—”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t remind me. Just roll dice when you’re supposed to, DM Felix.”

“Fine, fine, fine, fine,” Felix said, moving a hand through his hair. “Let’s start with this.”

He had four plastic figures, three of them representing Bram, Simon, Victor, and then one representing a figure that Felix started to describe as the Demigorgon before Victor told him to pick something else ‘cause that was “too Stranger Things”.

“Wait, wait, wait. Which character am I again?” Simon interjected before playing had even begun.

“You’re the warlock, the one with a staff, represented by the purple figure on the table.” Felix explained briskly so they could move onto actual gameplay. Simon nodded in understanding and sat back on the couch, letting Felix do his thing.

“Anyway, this big—” Felix met Victor’s gaze “—monster straight out of the movie Alien—”

Victor couldn’t help but laugh, not about Felix’s uncreativeness or lack of forethought about monsters, but the fact that he was the only straight boy in this group and he happened to somehow be the nerdiest one of all four of them.

“You mean gay out of the movie alien?” Simon asked, thinking the same thing Victor was. Victor, Bram, and Simon burst into laughter and all Felix could do was bite his lip awkwardly at the joke.

“Okay so Boris the Brave, Seamus the Strong, and Vladimir the Valiant—”

“Wait, those are our names?” Bram asked, chuckling.

“You guys didn’t pick your names so I made something up on the spot. Now stop interrupting!”

Simon and Bram put their hands up defensively, almost at the same time and Victor chuckled at that. Watching them over the call, Victor was just in awe by them. He guessed that when you were in a relationship for 2+ years, you started acting like the other person. It was weirdly sweet and Victor couldn’t get enough of it. This was what it was supposed to be like to love someone like he did. Maybe one day him and Benji would be that close, would be so love that they were in total sync. It sucked that he was jealous of them, but he was.

“So you guys are traveling through this cave and this big monster thing that looks like it’s from Alien jumps out and lunges at you. Bram, your action.”

“Uh, can I throw Simon at it?”

“Hey!”

“You can if you’d like.” Felix responds. But Bram is shaking his head.

“Can I sing to it?” Victor jokes, smiling brighter than he has in days, his cheeks burning. And when Felix glares at him he simply responds, “What? Isn’t that all that Bards can do in battle?”

“Y’know what, roll for that.”

“For what?”

“Performance! C’mon, you know this! I went over it with you every single day this week during lunch!”

Victor chuckles as Felix puts his blue die into his hand. Victor gives it a good shake before he throws it onto the table.

“10.”

Fellix then takes his own die and rolls his own number.

“I got 15, so that did not hit. The Alien is still awake, and none of its stats have been altered.”

“Nice try Victor!” Simon said encouragingly, before turning to his boyfriend. “Maybe this is a job for a paladin?”

“Okay, I’ll try. Um, I’m going to attack the Alien with my sword.”

“Okay, roll for strength, then add your modifier from your character sheet.” Felix said.

Bram ironically cracked his knuckles before taking his die and rolling, which both Victor and Simon found amusing.

“Uh, 14. Plus my strength modifier which is +2.”

“Okay, you definitely hit it. Now roll for damage given.”

Bram looked blankly at Felix.

“Just, roll the die again to see how much damage you deal on the Alien.”

“Oh, gotcha.”

Bram rolls again.

“Uh, 9. Is that with the modifier still or no?”

“Not this time, but you’ve dealt 9d sword damage to the Alien, which means you’ve been spotted and Simon’s character can’t use his stealth to get away anymore.”

“What? We could’ve snuck around it?” Bram grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“It’s an open-world kind of game, man. You gotta think outside of the box.” Felix replied pointedly. Bram sighed and handed the die to Simon, who chose to roll for dexterity, to run away from the alien.

“Isn’t Bram the athlete?” Victor teases him.

“Yeah! But you’re just gonna run away from the alien and leave us to die from it?”

“No! If this works, I’m gonna go find the next village and see if there’s anyone who can help us.”

“Alright, roll for that.” Felix says.

Simon shakes the die like Bram did, but with a bit more vigor and then throws it down on his coffee table.

“Uh…it’s a nat 20!” Simon cheers, but he looks nervous.

“I’m trusting you here!” Felix reminds him. “I can’t actually see your die, but you better be honest with me!”

“It’s a one.” Bram informs his DM, looking scared at what outcome this will yield as he grabs Simon’s arm and squeezes it tightly toward his body.

“Bram!”

“Simon, they’re our friends! We can’t lie to them!”

“Fine,” Simon grumbles. “I just hope we’re not screwed now.”

“So Simon, since you got rolled a 1, you’re getting the energy to run away and then slip and fall and yell, ‘fuck!’ just as loudly as you can, so now the Alien has turned on you.”

“Oh shit!” Simon yells, almost proving Felix’s point.

It takes a little while before anyone knows what to do to stop the monster, and since it’s the afternoon and the boys haven’t eaten anything, they take a break for some pizza delivery before going back to the game.

“I’m gonna try to hit it again.” Bram says when they sit back down to it. It’s been hours since they started the game and all they’ve done is fight this one monster, but Victor doesn’t care. He hasn’t thought a bit about what going back to his house is gonna be like and frankly he doesn’t care. He’s enjoying this nerdy time with his friends and wish it could never stop.

“Roll for strength.”

Bram does.

“Ugh, 3!”

“Is that with or without the modifier?” Felix asks. Luckily it’s without.

“So 5? That does not hit. Now you’ve made the Alien all angry though.”

“Ugh, what now?”

“Victor, your turn again.” Felix tells him, handing him his blue die. “What’s your action?”

“I’m gonna see if maybe I can appeal to a nearby animal for help.” Victor says, sounding just like a bard. Felix can’t help but laugh, but it’s a sound strategy, as nothing else has worked out for them yet.

“Roll for performance.” Felix says.

Victor shakes the die and then drops it onto the table. It moves around and around like a spinning top. It’s moving so fast, but at one point it looks like it’s gonna be a nat 20 before it tips the opposite direction. Victor sighs in disappointment before he realizes it has landed on 18.

“What, no way!” Victor cries out, holding his hands up high towards the ceiling. “That’s a nat 20 right?”

“Well, it is a 20, but not a natural 20. You definitely got some animal’s attention. A wolf-bat hybrid creature comes out of its den in the cave and you ask it to help you and your friends get out of the cave. And it’s happy you asked it for help, so it starts leading you out of the cave and away from the alien. Just then—”

“What? Just then, nothing. I rolled a 20, you can’t have something happen to us now!” Victor cries out.

“It’s my game, I can do whatever I want.” Felix replies his voice light and teasing.

“There’s a sudden earthquake and huge rocks start falling down upon all of you. All of you roll for dexterity to get out of the way of the falling rocks and catch up with the wolf-bat hybrid to get to safety.”

Simon rolls, then Bram and Victor roll simultaneously. Simon rolls a 7, Bram a 13, and Victor gets an 11.

“Since Bram made it above 12, he has to help Simon out of the cave after he gets hit on the back of the head once with a rock. Victor leads the group to safety with the help of the wolf-bat hybrid and it’s on to the next village. End of game 1.”

“Wow! What an awesome game Felix!” Bram remarks.

“This was really fun you guys,” Simon agrees, speaking into the webcam as if he was meeting Felix and Victor’s gazes directly. “Hopefully we can do it again next time when we’re in Atlanta.”

“Wait, you mean, you guys are coming to visit US?” Victor asks, incredulous. He can’t believe his ears.

“Yeah, you came to visit us, it’s only fair we do the same thing. Besides, Bram wants to get some pointers from the coach about how to coach middle school kids.”

“Might wanna choose a different gym teacher to learn from,” Felix tells him, smiling.

“Whatever, we wanna see you guys, and introduce you to our friends Leah and Abby too. We’re all coming back for a homecoming type thing, even our friend Nick is gonna be there. It’s not for at least a month, but we’ll be up there soon, I promise. And as always, we’re here if you need anything, Victor.”

“Thanks you guys. I can’t wait to see you guys in person again.” Victor says, and he’s definitely gushing. They used to be strangers to him, but now he can’t imagine life without their support. They’re like his fairy gay fathers or something. Victor laughs at that prospect, but it’s an accurate name for them.

“Nice meeting you Felix! Great game! Talk to you guys soon!” Bram says, and the call goes out.

“They’re really great.” Felix says, almost absentmindedly.

“Yeah,” Victor says, fully registering how he feels towards all the new friends he’s made in the last few weeks, and a warm, welcoming feeling filling up his stomach, almost like the butterflies that welled up in his chest when he kissed Benji. Only this was different. This was purely platonic. Victor’s family life might not be what he’d like it to be right now, but his social life was better than it ever was in Texas. What’s more, he was finally living his true life, his gay self, and he felt better than he had in days.

“Yeah, they’re pretty great.”

#love victor spoilers #love victor #love victor fanfic #dnd #love victor dnd #love victor dnd fanfic #emmett writes stuff

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League of Extraordinary Geniuses || Chapter 2

Not gonna lie, this chapter is dialogue heavy and a little rushed. Something was going on with my device where I couldn’t quite get the formatting correct and I grew impatient because this is currently the only thing I’m getting feedback on from people other than Lil’ Dynamite and so I wanted to push it out anyway, regardless of errors. I’ll probably go back and change those later. Patience isn’t my ministry. So, whatever. Thanks. Enjoy and sorry. All the platitudes you require, I give. Tagging @kiddangers @just-a-j-reallly and @sunbeameyes (Please lemme know if you wanna be taken off while you do all the stuff you’ve got going on). TW: for alcohol drinking. Idk. Sometimes, that bothers people, even if nobody’s drunk or abusing it.

I Didn’t Say Overthrow the Government

Charlotte gave the twins hugs and kisses before sending them off with their caregiver. It was just something about having access to these children that she couldn’t see them as experiments or projects, even if that was in essence what they were. And the caregiver would definitely have to shapeshift into her at times in order to calm them down, because they were extremely attached to their “mother.” 

Charlotte had a work program for bionics and supers that didn’t want to be heroes. She felt like it was unfair to presume or worse, force people into positions where they had to risk themselves for the rest of the world. She knew that her previous boss had that type of childhood and he never grew up past that of a superpowered 8 year old, then he simply continued to repeat that cycle by inducting underage sidekicks and even opening a school to keep that process going. 

She knew that Chase might have wanted to be something else had he not been raised and forced to be a protector. He mentioned, in passing, as though it was completely ridiculous, that when he was younger, he wanted to be an astronaut/lawyer. He laughed at his expense, until Charlotte wondered, “Why didn’t you do it?” He stared at her as though the question was ludicrous, so she had to tack on, “I have the credentials to be quite a few things that some might laugh at, and you definitely are more than qualified to be an astronaut lawyer, if that’s what you want.” He gave a little chuckle and moved on with the subject.

That was actually the thing that compelled her towards a new project. She loved new projects, because even though it kept her busy, it opened up her brain for new opportunities to touch the world in an impactful way. She went live on her page the next day and asked supers and bionics, “If you could do ANYTHING ELSE in the world, right now, what would it be? I know that some of you have certain abilities that have made it to where you have focused in on using that gift to help the world, but… What if you had the means and the opportunity to do something else? What would you do?” She read all of the comments and in the same conversation made a decision, “You know what… I feel very moved by a lot of these testimonies. So, this is what I’m going to do…” She created an email address and shared it with the viewers and posted it to her website, “I am going to have everyone who is interested in transitioning from an imposed future that revolves around your ability to a career or even just a hobby that you would love to get into to email me so that I can try to figure out how to make a some of these things happen.”

The number of “I STAN!” comments she received were nothing in comparison to the amount of mail that she got. She had a guy named Bob that she heard went to the academy on Bionic Island who had super strength, but was very gentle and hated having to fight. That was exactly the type of person she was trying to seek out. She had Chase introduce her to this guy… he was sweet, but by God, he was not bright. Sort of reminded her of her best friend, Jasper, in that regard. And it hit her! Jasper! “Hey, Jasp… I’ve got this bionic guy named Bob. He doesn’t want to have to be out on missions. He doesn’t like fighting. He’s very nice, but not that smart and he really doesn’t have a lot of skills beyond mission training and superstrength.”

“We ABSOLUTELY could use someone with super strength around here. I can teach him some maintenance stuff to help out around the lair and the shelter while he finds himself and figures out what he wants to do. Henry’s been enrolling in adult classes at the Vision Institute. Bob could maybe do that?” Jasper said.

“Yes, I’m definitely getting him in touch with an advisor, but I was more like checking to see if you had an empty room to put the guy up in and also if you could maybe mentor him a little along the way, since you have a lot in common?” Charlotte said. Jasper gave her ideas that she was already in the process of setting up, but a support system would be a huge part in these transitions. A lot of people who went to the Vision Institute went for the reason it was created - to figure out exactly what they wanted to do with their life now that their brains were fully formed and they were adults who realized that they had spent all of their lives going in directions that they were pulled in, instead of where their minds led them.

NOW, she had to try to get a more nuanced system in place for those bionics and supers who suffered the same existential crisis, but with the added pressure that they HAD to do whatever direction they were pulled in because, “the world depended on them.” Know who else the world depended on? Caretakers and caregivers, and Charlotte found a perfect shape shifting one who just wanted to be able to look after kids and stuff. She was bionic, so she definitely had been trained and conditioned to fight and protect, but now she was able to play with a couple of adorable babies who turned into adorable puppies AND, she would be able to help them hone their shifting, whenever they were ready for it! Charlotte loved that for her. She loved that Bob might be able to live out his dreams. She loved that she put things in motion to help people be happier and more successful and safe. 

The twins were gone to the cottage, which was where they generally stayed, since the castle was fairly new and Charlotte wasn’t even there a lot of the time. With having the guys there, it would be easier anyway. 

She came back inside to Max coming from his guest quarters and almost immediately asking, “Do bionics have twin powers?” She froze and folded her arms, thinking. She didn’t know and he didn’t either, so they both rushed to her desk to work on figuring out if they could figure that out.

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Chase surfaced later, and found the two of them walking around one in one of Charlotte's famous theory rooms, which was a room with the walls covered in notes and models hanging from the ceiling, and spots where it was clear that experiments were done. It was sort of like if a lab didn’t have everything that was needed to do the work, but had everything that was needed to get to the work. Chase had seen the one that she had in her Dystopia home and the one in the Defender Dome, but this one was bigger, but less used. She and Max went to hover above a model with little figures of people and the scene of what looked like Centium City. “Good afternoon. I made a late start. I think that something is wrong with the guest capsule,” Chase said.

“Do you feel rested and like you’ve had the best sleep ever?” Charlotte wondered.

“As a matter of fact, yes!” 

“Then, how could there be something wrong with it?” She asked, rhetorically, not turning her attention away from the model.

Max asked, “Hey, Bionic Boy, do bionic twins have the ability to tap into twin powers?”

Charlotte gasped and said, “I didn’t even THINK about just asking Chase, and we went through that whole thing earlier only to come out as inconclusive.”

“What are twin powers?” Chase asked. Now, Charlotte and Max looked up from the current tangent/theories that they were mulling through to stare at Chase. He smiled awkwardly. “You know what, I’ll just look it up,” he said and touched his finger to the side of his face. “Okay… um.. No, I don’t think so. It would most likely have to be programmed into the coding for their chips. Kind of like my override, but like… something mutual that becomes something else.”

“The mystery kinda dies with that, doesn’t it?” Max asked Charlotte, disappointed. “Well, at any rate… Definitely gonna work on twin powers for the Swagger Twins,’ Max said, into his phone, recording.

Charlotte added in a smol voice, “They is good boys and they deserve!” Max looked at her, absolutely smitten and smiled. 

Chase watched with some judgment. He knew that Charlotte frequently switched up for who she needed to be, whenever she needed to be it. The Charlotte that she was with her best friends, the professional in a business meeting, the one that had to deal with Mr. Davenport, and so on. This one was new to him, and if he didn’t know any better… he’d say that this one was into Max. There was obviously some type of inside joke there with the strange voice and the grammatically incorrect phrasing, but the smile that Max gave her made him… irritable. “Are we doing some work today? Anything that I can latch on to?”

“Oh! Yes… We were actually just having a discussion about roleplaying, chess, and boardgames,” Charlotte counted off on her fingers. “We’ve been determining - out of the bionics worlds and the supers worlds, which heroes would be which characters or pieces.”

“We keep on switching and changing between chess and DND, because neither of us is making a list. Making a list might cut into the creative juices and this is all for fun…” Max added on. Chase knew all about chess and Dungeons and Dragons, though that was because Mr. Davenport had casually mentioned it one day and of course, it only took him a few moments to research and memorize it all, but he still hadn’t had the chance to ever play it. Charlotte and Max were talking about this current train of thought, until Chase projected a hologram for them, with a chess board and a diagram that he was creating in progress, split screen with the chess board as he explained, and went through all of the bionic people he knew from the database, where they would be on a chess board and why. 

He blinked it away when he was done and offered, “I’m not as hip to DND, but I have some ideas…” 

“Um, no… Let’s discuss whatever that set up was!” Max said, practically cheering. “You can do cool shit like that, and you… just don’t? You could be fanboy famous with that gift!” Chase blushed a little and Charlotte smiled at this and at Max’s enthusiasm for that display. “You honestly should take that online.”

“But, it doesn’t fit the Chase Davenport brand that Mr. Davenport approved,” Chase said, coming closer into the room.

“Who is Mr. Davenport?” Max asked, looking between the two of them, then gasped and asked, “Wait, is that what you call your Dad? Uncle? Dude?” Max started laughing and shook his head, “You’re ONLY supposed to do that when you’re a corny dude at a fancy meeting and you say the cliche phrase, “Mr. Davenport is my father.” 

“Well… that’s what we call him,” Chase said, annoyed, again. Max backed off and went back to their current mind game…

.

There was definitely still tension, and Max and Chase were being cordial, but it was clear that they still weren’t sold on one another, so Charlotte decided that maybe after a good day of mental stimulation, a few small experiments, a nice meal and some fine drinks, she could talk to them about the future. 

So, after all of that, they retired to the lounge, and she poured wine, lit candles and played easy listening music overlayed on nature sounds. Chase smiled, comfortably and announced, “This is a very satisfying lounge.” Honestly, she was setting it more for him than for Max, so that was good feedback for her.

“I was thinking about something,” she said and picked up her wine glass. “I was thinking about a couple of years ago whenever I started trying to open doors for people who didn’t want to be reduced to their bionics or superpowers. People who just wanted to be people and enjoy their lives whether or not they could fly or breathe underwater… I couldn’t help but to think about it today and the fact that neither of you ever really said anything about wanting to do something else besides be heroes.”

Max narrowed his eyes suspiciously and took a drink of wine. “Gross. I’m raiding your liquor cabinet,” he said, put down his wine and telekinetically collected a few bottles of brown liquor and three shot glasses to himself. 

“Well, I can’t speak for Max, but there really isn’t another option for me,” Chase smelled the wine and took a sip. It was good. How could Max not enjoy it? It was a very excellent year and a perfect aroma…

“But, there ARE though. Today alone, you proved that you could, if you wanted to, create an online presence for fandoms - which don’t give me that look could be extremely successful! - make exciting and fun games, excel in theoretical physics, improve mission suits and super suits, recreate the Internet with better accessibility and less monopolizing, if you wanted to, and like.. Several other things, and that was just today!” She insisted.

Max took a shot of whiskey and poured another, “You want one?” He asked Chase, knowing that whatever Charlotte was about to say, this uptight Chase dude was gonna feel some type of way about it.

“I’ve never had it before…” Chase said, a little leery. Max floated over the shot glass and Chase received it, smelled it and winced. To Charlotte, he said, “Yeah, I enjoyed doing all of that stuff in the theory room, but in real life, I have commitments and obligations…”

“That The Dom forced upon you,” she mentioned, taking a sip of her wine.

“That! That’s what I know that dude as.” He snickered under his breath and mumbled, “Mr. Davenport.”

Chase threw him a short glare, took a sip of the whiskey and groaned, then dropped the shot glass, but Max caught it and floated it back up. “That’s disgusting! Get it away from me! People DRINK this? On purpose??”

“You’re supposed to shoot it, Dude. Like this,” Max demonstrated, blew out a deep breath and nodded, “Then, give it a moment, and it runs through you and feels warm and good.”

“It feels like poison,” Chase said, grabbing the floating shot glass. But, Charlotte had it in her home and Max had just had two, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as the initial taste. He shot it like Max did and slammed the shot glass down, breathing hard and shaking his head, “I’ve decided that I am not a whiskey man.” 

“Fair enough,” Max said, smirking. 

Chase used his own molecular kinesis to put the shot glass away, then told Charlotte, “I thought that you had accepted that I’ve accepted that this is what I’m doing with my life…” 

She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered, “Why did you think that? Chase, you were my motivation to start liberating supers and bionic people from destinies written out for them, so I don’t accept you accepting that, unless you’re accepting it because it’s what you want and not what you believe you should be doing!”

“What’s wrong with keeping a purpose that you’ve already been given?” Chase asked her, looking at her extremely hard and starting to kinda feel what Max was talking about, with the whiskey.

“Nothing… Unless… The person that gave it to you wasn’t qualified to create it for you. Davenport is a genius. We can’t take that away from him. But, he’s not a god and he isn’t infallible. His purpose for you makes A LOT of sense and helps a lot of people, but that doesn’t mean that it’s perfect or shouldn’t be challenged.”

“No, but me trying to do something just to be happy whenever what I do now actually saves lives… I mean… You’re a utilitarian, Charlotte. Does that seem like a better world to you? One where I’m creating games or… Or… being an Internet personality or whatever?”

“She didn’t say that you couldn’t still save the world, Man. I think she’s more like, thinking about the fact that you spend all of you life and make all of your decisions within those confines that Davenport put on you and nothing else. You could have been enjoying things like you did today, instead you’re like… such a Davensnore when you come out of the mission suit. You can save the world and still be your own human,” Max said. Then chuckled again and repeated, “Davensnore. Put it on the books, Folks. That’s his name now.”

“That’s not his name!” Charlotte said, but chuckling at little. “But, he’s right about everything else. IF you accept that what you want is to be a bionic savior and do that, then of course, I support that. But, you seemed so lighthearted and fulfilled today, exercising your smarts for fun and also coming up with very great ideas too, and maybe you’re meant to be a different kind of hero. I feel like I’m a hero and I definitely rarely hit a battlefield personally.” 

“You DO! But… You’re not like me,” Chase said.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Max asked, sitting up straight 

“Just that she was able to grow up with the mentality that you can be what you want to be and do what you want to do and everyone will support it and motivate you, instead of put you in a box.”

“I WHAT?” Charlotte asked, putting her glass down.

“Now, you’re in trouble,” Max said, with a smile.

Chase’s eyes were wide with apprehension of whatever Charlotte was going to say next, but instead of saying anything, she just stared at him, in disappointment. God. That HAD to be worse than whatever he thought she was going to say. She looked so betrayed and let down and he wished that she would just tell him where he messed up at so that he could bring about a solution. Instead, she simply stared at him and thought her explosion inside of her mind...

“I know that you grew up in a basement, so normally, I’d let you slide on that, but you have learned too much history, have read too many books, and have an entire two black female humans in your immediate family and one male counterpart, as well. You have to know on some type of level that that statement you just made is NOT true at all and even now, today, with the things that both of us have accomplished in our own ways, IF you had accomplished the things that I have accomplished, do you know how much more well received and adored that you would be? Have you SEEN some of the criticisms against me and compared and contrasted it with what you get? Have you done the same with the compliments? I’m in your corner, Dude. Don’t… downplay my stuff because you don’t like what I’m saying. If that’s how it’s gonna be, forget that I asked you to venture into this with me.” 

“Well,” she said after five full minutes, Chase noted almost right on the dot. He had upset her SO MUCH, that she just “took a five” and used it to stare at him in upset. It kinda made him miserable. He NEEDED her to say something to him about it. Even now, she didn’t. She picked her wine glass up, shot the rest and pointed at Max, “The scotch, please.”

“Coming right up,” he said, telekinetically pouring the shot and sent it to her. "By the way, what's this venture you and me are doin'? You still hadn't said." 

Chase was quiet, mulling over the things that were unsaid  while the other two talked.

Charlotte was a little flustered, but brightened up as soon as Max asked her about her idea. "I want to find and collect people like us, those who can and could change the world if only they didn't have significant barriers to doing so.  I want to find and gather as many of us as I can, help to guide them in the right direction and with all of our combined intelligence, hard work and determination, we can undo our current, flawed system and rebuild a new and improved one that will benefit everybody."

"You… want to overthrow the government?" Chase tried to clarify.

"I want the government to be changed into something that makes sense and is run by smart and capable representatives, and works for the people in it."Chase looked really bothered and so she explained, "For far too long, the system has been slanted.. it was created by men who were all in the same type of station, with the same interests and they made a system that has been benefiting them and almost exclusively them for so long that it is DEBATABLE for anyone else to have a fair shake. I think, if we really want to change the world and save some lives, we've gotta change the foundation. Just like with Dystopia, but like… farther and wider."

”You had me at “overthrow the government.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You… did. You just used way too many words when you said it.”“Well, I meant enhance life for the people.”

Chase interjected, unsure if she knew what she was suggesting here, “You CAN’T without overthrowing the government!!”

“That sounds like the government’s problem,” Max said, taking his last shot of the night. (He knew his limit).

Charlotte now got up to sit next to Chase and look right at him, the most serious and concerned look on her face that he had ever seen before and he knew that this meant a lot to her and that she needed it to mean something to him too. Something good. He wasn’t FEELING that this could actually lead to something good, but he WANTED to feel what she seemed to want him to feel as she spoke, “Don’t you hate the fact that this country, this WORLD is constantly at war, people are always going without, someone is always oppressed, and almost everybody doesn’t have what they need not just to be happy, but to survive? And who is to blame for it? It shouldn’t be us, but it usually is. Scientists need to find a way. Doctors still haven’t found a cure, etc, so on and so forth. When people like us work beside or even worse BENEATH clueless ingrates who see us as their smart… equipment. And you two understand this more than my previous team. The world does read you a certain way, but also, when they know what you are, they let their biases slip in. They don’t trust bionic humans any more than they do androids. And supers? Not if they don’t know every single solitary fact about that individual and still, they keep them at bay. I don’t feel like I should have to speak about or make a list of my struggles with this place. It. Has. To. Change. We have to try to change it. We’re qualified to and if that isn’t being a hero and saving the world, I guess I just don’t know what is. I don’t want the future to be as oppressive as the present. The world isn’t in God’s hands. It’s in the hands of the smart and the brave.”

Chase nodded his head, “I... have to think about it. I mean.. How would it work? Are you just compiling a genius database and visiting them like some type of secret society and just inducting them and giving them this speech, or...?”

“Pretty much just like that, Sir,” she said, with a little shrug of her shoulders.”But, do think about it.” She stood up and Max stood up as well. “See you tomorrow,” she said. “I’m going to go unwind.” Max stretched and grabbed the bottles from the table to move to sit closer to Chase, who looked confused as to why Max was moving next to him. Charlotte went through the corridor that passed through her courtyard to go inward to her quarters. 

“Sure you don’t want anymore?” Max asked. 

Chase furrowed his eyebrows and wondered, “You said that I was in trouble... What is it that you know that I don’t about what I said?”

Max scoffed out a little laugh and shook his head, “Have you never read one book about racial injustice or the lingering effects of chattel slavery in America?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with - Ohhhhhhhhhhh.”

“You basically just told one of the most historically subjugated and mistreated persons in the nation that she had more privilege than you and the unspoken presumption, that her privilege was why she wanted to take this on.”

“Do you think she’s mad at me for it?”

“I think you hurt her feelings,” Max said. “A genuine apology goes a long way, though.”

“I’ll talk too her tomorrow.” They were quiet for a while, then Chase wondered, “Are you really on board with this? You’re answer is undoubtedly yes, to this idea of hers?”

“Yeah. Not like she asked me to rip out my own heart and throw it at a politician. She’s talking about moving silently to help fix things that a lot of powerful people are often loud and wrong about and STILL gain support. Whatever side of history Charlotte is ever on, I’ll always know its the right side.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But, you’ve gotta do what makes Chase Davensbore happy.”

“I thought it was Davensnore?” Chase said.

Max shrugged his shoulders. “It’s both, Bionic Boy. You’re super bland.”

“Your ego is unwavering.”

“I talk like this ‘cause I can back it up,” Max said. 

“I can too, and I don’t act like this!” 

Max furrowed his eyebrows and wondered, “You don’t know Beyonce song references when you hear them?” He suddenly sat upright and looked right at Chase, like he had something very urgent that just happened. Chase sat up, equally as urgently, in reflex alone, only to have Max ask, “You do know who Beyonce is, right?”

Chase sank back into the seat and sighed, “Ugh. Of course I do... I just don’t know her catalog that well...”

“Just as shameful. I’m going to bed. You’d better apologize to Charlotte.”

“Of course, I will!” Chase snapped and whenever Max was gone, he got up and went to find her. Things were easier to communicate between them without “her other friend,” around. He was convinced that there never would have been any weird miscommunication without Max there, but it didn’t matter now. He was big enough to admit when he was wrong, and even if he wasn’t, in his mind... Charlotte was worth putting himself aside for a moment. Was she worth taking on the world, though? The status quo? He found her on the terrace, wind blowing through her curls. Her silhouette doing nothing more than watching the moon shine down on her and still looking like music. Is she worth it?  Yes. Yes, she is.

#Henry Danger #Lab Rats #The Thundermans #Chasing Thunderbolts Fic #League of Extraordinary Geniuses #LOEG Update #Nesha Fics #Multiverse Fics

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4 14 29 31 45 52 69 for sweet vic

4: if they could learn one spell that isn’t available to them at present, which spell would it be? I’m limiting it to cantrips bc A: that is legit something I have thought about thanks to Feats and B: he currently has Zero magic, baby steps but even then it’s...very tough to pick between the usefulness and the nostalgia. On one hand, Vic learning Spare the Dying would be extremely poetic and fitting, and he’d love to be able to help someone long enough for the real healers to get there. On the other......Dancing Lights was Illy’s most frequently used spell, enough so that Vic still has the verbal component memorized. It’s very utility and it’s very familiar to him and it would be. nice.

(The rest under the cut!)

14: what is something they love about themself? He feels like he is someone people trust easily. Whether as like, watching their backs in a fight or as confidant or just a helping hand wherever he can. He is Reliable. He also does genuinely love the echo abilities. Feels they’ve been well-earned and they just. Feel like a piece of home.

29: who would they save? who would they be saved by? aaahaha is “everyone” an appropriate answer for the first bit, because Vic would like it to be everyone. Specifically, though, his friends, without question. Even more specifically, Nol, without hesitation. (and i know, i know because dnd is evil like that, there will come a day when somehow he has to prioritize who to look after and it will Hurt Me) for the second bit....tbh I think it’s gonna be a tossup of whether Nev or Anthe breaks through his very stubborn defenses first. But once all that inevitably comes crashing down it’s just going to be the party as a whole. Having people around this time who won’t let him bottle everything back up again, people who look after him when he won’t look after himself.

31: they’re given a blank piece of paper–what do they do with it? Might start some sort of stream-of-conscious journaling type writing. and then definitely, methodically, ripping it into very tiny pieces.

45: how do they hug people? With every bit of that 18str babey He is realizing how long he went without like. Real affection (not even two years, really, but that is a long time considering how frequent it was before) and the fact that he has people who will hug him now is just. Very Good. Vic puts a lot into hugs, because he has definitely learned to make that sort of thing count. (Hey fun fact, before that hug with Anthe during KirGate? The last genuine affectionate contact he’d had was uh. Illy. Shortly before. u kno.)

52: from whom do they seek validation? once again, does Everyone count? I mean like. Not everyone I guess, he really couldn’t care less what people like Thelyss think of him (other than in a “is he going to try to arrest me” sort of way). But also Vic was a young soldier selected for a very rare and kind of literally iconic skill training. The echo knights are kept as much a secret as they can be from the Empire, but they’re somewhat revered among the Aurora Watch and he wanted to live up to that so badly. He wants to be good at his work, and maybe that work has changed a little now, but. He still wants to prove (to someone, to everyone, to himself) that he can do his job.

69: how would they describe their party members? what an excellent question, a somewhat incredulous laugh would probably be the first thing, but

Anthe - Absolute little spitfire. She’s small (though he’s met smaller) and has somehow condensed a frankly scary amount of whoopass into that tiny frame, and he loves it. Also surprisingly...insightful once you get past that. Always watching people, always picking up on things, always asking things, which can be. Fun when directed at him. But Anthe gets it, and she’s always ready with healing or a safe night’s sleep or weird conversations with skeletons.

Nev - Somehow simultaneously the softest and toughest person he’s ever met. She’s absolutely terrifying in combat (which is great for them, not so great for the demons) and so kind and considerate and thoughtful any other time. Nev is the type to just. Check up on people. Offer a listening ear. Offer advice you didn’t even know you needed. Maybe unfamiliar with the specifics of new places but never really comes across as naive? (also doing all this literally blind, which he so often forgets)

Nol - that’s his wizard, folks. His wizard is a bitch and he likes her so much. She is also extremely complicated, has a frankly fucked up history when you get down to it, but the important part is that she is here, now, and seems to be actively trying. Nol is on their side and holy shit is that a good thing for them because she is terrifying. Absolutely terrifying and fascinating magic involved all the time. He would not call her Nice, not in any sense of the word, she is in fact an asshole to most people most of the time, but beyond that is just. She is Nol and nothing is going to happen to her.

P.A.T. - Very....very confusing. Vic didn’t pursue higher education but he’s pretty sure most professors aren’t like this. It’s interesting, someone who was literally created to do one specific job, but it’s also something he feels is beyond his ability to really understand. PAT has some handy moves when it comes to boosting or protecting the others in a fight, and that’s appreciated. PAT also has a very intrusive very creepy little dog that Vic does not trust with personal matters at all.

Raelian - Fast as shit. Like come on, she is faster than he is, she is taking his status as the humanoid blender. There is not bitterness there, really, he legitimately wants to see her fight more, and there’s some martial class solidarity there. There’s also the weird...ghost arms? Which are cool and also very weird. Raelian is someone he’s still working at figuring out, but it is probably a good thing to have someone else who’s into all the book research shit, especially if they need to break that spell.

(and the MIA kids, in shorter bits)

Ziggy - There are Very Complicated feelings around here. A genuine very good friend, and also a friend who just up and left with just a note to explain it. Jhe - She was...confusing. Bizarre. But also weirdly charming. And whatever she was, she did not deserve whatever it was that happened.

#THANK YOU BEE #WHAT GOOD QUESTIONS THESE ARE FUN #viconis #dreamteam #yahooanswer

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Okay so, back when I asked for asks for my Ego DnD AU, @lace-maze sent a really good ask a while back asking about why each of the egos chose the characters they did and their playing styles- and I can’t for the LIFE of me find the original anywhere on my blog. ;3;

But! I finished it and I bet it reads horribly but whatever who cares I’m tired- enjoy!

So to FINALLY answer your question, the way I went about choosing what each of the egos would play more or less boiled down to a combo of trying to pick what I think THEY would want to play, and what I figured they would be in the Dungeons and Dragons universe. (wink wonk)

Marvin- Dragonborn Sorcerer

One of the top veterans of the game, he likes to play something with more of a challenge and a lot more mechanics. And since he’s a magician it’s definitely has to deal with magic of some kind (I mean c’mon, he’s already got the aesthetic wardrobe irl for it so why not?). So he’s currently playing a Sorcerer- a magic caster who has the power naturally within him (which ties in his Race for it’s from his draconic bloodline:)

He could have easily chosen his race to be a Tabaxi (a human-cat like hybrid), but he already got enough shit of being the “furry” of the group as it was so instead he decided to go for a Dragonborn. In the game there are different types of Dragonborn, so specifically he’s Brass- which both deals fire damage breath, and is also resistant to fire.

Being one of the older players, his play style depends on the day. For the most part he is the cool, collected member of the party who doesn’t rush in and thinks things through... Until it’s later in the evening with a few drink in ‘em and then they just say, “Yeah, this might as well happen.” Before taking another shot and round-housing someone poor guy’s ass for mocking his scaly features.

Jackie- Half-Orc Fighter

Always wanting to be the hero, Jackie wants to fight and protect his fellow party members. He only has a few sessions under his belt, but he’s confident in saying that he's comfortable with playing more tanky characters and dealing heavy damage.

Jackie doesn’t have a lot of reasoning for his Race other than Orcs Are Cool so he just rolls with that.

As for his Class he likes having a bunch of different fighting styles to choose from while in combat so he can pick and choose which would work best for the situation (they also get more of a range in picking which Armor Class they want-).

His play style is Protect the Party, but also Rush In Head First Into Danger. He’s always in the front lines of a fight to tank the most damage and provide cover for the more squishy characters. It can get quite frustrating for the healer at times when he runs battleaxe-first into battle, leaving his head behind.

Speaking of healers-

Henrik- High Elf Alchemist

A lot like Anti, Henrik found the idea of playing to be quite silly. But once he got into it, the doctor found it quite enjoyable to get into a fantasy character and forget about the real world for a couple of hours. But wanting to retain some kind of dignity, he decided to play as a High Elf. He was drawn to their grace, wonderlust for adventure, and near perfectionism. To say the least, it's easy for him to slip into character.

Strictly speaking, Alchemist is not the the 5E DnD Handbook, but Jack allowed it and made some homebrew additions to the character so their party would actually have a fucking healer. So in addition to the damage-dealing bombs Henrik’s character uses, he also has a special healing bomb he can yeet at the other players when needed.

Henrik’s play style is serious, but curious. He’s always wanting to explore the world Jack created for them and peacefully interact with the NPCs, enjoying events that unfold naturally. However when it’s time for a proper fight he does not beat around the bush, staying in the back for more long-ranged attacks rather than right on the front lines.

Chase- Human Ranger

The recently-single father needed an outlet other than drinking to try and cope with the loss of his family. So like any good friend, Jack offered Chase a spot in his campaign that he was putting together! He wasn’t too sure at first, Chase said that the game seemed really complex and hard to get into. But Jack waves it off and told his friend, “You honestly have to fully jump into it if you’re gonna get anywhere. There’s not really a small way to start. It’s pretty much all or nothing. But trust me, it’s gonna be great!” And ever since his first session, Chase always looked forward to next week’s game.

Being one of the newer players, Chase doesn’t really play anything too crazy, so he sticks to his guns and runs a Human pc. And he may or may not have based the character on his old life to some degree. Giving himself a stable home, a fulfilling job, and a big loving family and at least 3 dogs. Ya’know, real heavy fantasy stuff.

Jack offered him the newer class/ homebrew of a Gunslinger, but he politely declined ‘cause he didn’t want to have to deal with new rules. So he decided to go with a Ranger for his class, figuring it would make for a cool character to play.

Chase’s play style is pretty average (no pun intended), and not all that spectacular. He gets a few good one-liners in here and there, but for the most part he plays passively. Fights when there’s a fight, and interacts almost only when others interact with him directly. (He’s been trying to get better at being more engaging, but he tends to zone out.)

Jameson- Halfling Bard

This session being JJ’s (and Robbie’s) first ever game, JJ pleasantly surprised Jack when he decided to be a Bard. When asked why, the silent man replied simply, “There’s nothing in the rules saying bards HAVE to sing. At the core of them, they are performers.” Jack beams and asks what’s their instrument of choice then? Jameson smiles and shows him this video, saying he thinks it would be interesting to have this as his musical item. (Also gotta love that good The Bard Seduces Everything trope. He’s keeping that in his back pocket for the right moment.)

As for being a Halfling, Jameson figured it would be fun to play a smaller character. And nobody ever suspects the small man to pack such a whaloop. But really, his love for the hobbits in the Tolkin books had captured his heart and really wanted to try and emulate that in the game! Maybe leaning more towards being a little prankster, but still at the core- in short- Soft Cottage Aesthetic™

Jameson’s play style is bouncy and go-gettem. He’s eager to explore the world and have fun with the NPCs. In battles he’s more comedic relief in the back inspiring the other players (and intimidating enemies by aggressively cranking his music box rapidly). And AT LEAST ONCE he has had Jackie’s character YEET his at the enemy to get the final blow to slay the beast. That was a fun session.

Anti- Changeling Rouge 

Do I really gotta explain this one? 

Naturally Anti always tries to play the edgiest characters he can. Giving them dark, moody personalities but with a slight crazed tick. (Chase naturally calls hypocrisy when Anti says his character is a self-insert to the game.)

I’m almost out of steam here so in short-

Anti loves the idea of having puppets to mess around with irl- so in the game he can somewhat do the same- by changing his figure/ features to mimic those of somebody to manipulate another. He doesn’t care much for the society around him and does his own thing, but can easily blend in and slip into other’s traditions if he needs to. His character has a tendency to pick fights pretending to be someone else before ducking out and watch the fight take place with a smirk on his hidden features. None of the party has ever seen his real face/ form, always changing it subtly so every time someone tries to take a second look something seems different or off.

Rouge: Quick and Stabby. Like the bitch himself.

Robbie- Undead Druid

Jack had to make a special homebrew character for Robbie ‘cause he was set on being an Undead. Apparently Robbie and Marvin talked about character ideas before hand and Robbie got a little overwhelmed with all the options that they had, so Marv suggested something Rob could relate to easier. So after an afternoon of crafting a special stat sheet, Jack allowed their favorite zombie ego to play.. Well, a zombie. (I’m sure someone else has made something similar out there but I might try and make a sheet later.. That could be fun lmao)

As for Druid, I like to see Robbie as being a little more connected to nature than the rest of the egos. Since he.. Yaknow, crawled out of the dirt at one point. (Side story- before the others found him in an old cemetery, he liked to just hang out around the area that was slowly being reclaimed by nature and liked watched the birds and animals). So he was pretty drawn to choosing this class. It’s a little complicated at points, but that’s why Marvin sits between him and JJ, so he can help them out through the whole process. Robbie gets really excited when one of his spells works in combat or just having fun interacting with the NPCs by growing them some flowers to be nice. 

As a whole Robbie’s play style is pretty passive. He gets distracted pretty easily and unless Jack is waving his arms around or using miniatures/ figurines to keep a visual, the zombie will sometimes lose focus and stare off into space for a minute before coming back to the game and raising his hand for something to be repeated.

It’s one big mixing pot of different people and play styles, but at the end of the day, Jack has a lot of fun trying to bounce around and keep up with everyone’s antics and storylines. It’s hard as hell at times and it gets a little frustrating when things get out of hand, but they all try to check each other and keep things rolling. And at the end of the day, all the boys enjoy the game and what Jack has to offer and really fucking enjoy themselves. DnD is a good destresser for most of them and all around a grand fun time!

#shut up jelly #in which egos play dungeons and dragons #dnd au #jse egos #lace-maze

[negasonicimagines]

Throuple - “De-Horned”

Ooh la la! Chapter 3! Thanks once again to the lovely @hitupthatmotherhecker for my lovely blog title! short chapter, I’m sorry! 

warnings: none!

The next morning, Ellie is gone. Her absence leaves you with an ache in your chest, despite the fact that she’d probably just woken up early and not wanted to wake you. You get up and get ready for school, making your way to breakfast to find Yukio alone.

“Hey, ‘Kio. Sorry we didn’t hang much yesterday,” you apologize.

“No worries!” Yukio likely forgave you before you even said you were sorry, one of the things you loved most about her. “Did you two have fun last night?”

“Oh, um, yeah. We just watched Mean Girls 2 and hung out,” you explain, feeling a little weird about the cuddling, like it was something you should be careful not to tell her. You’d never want to hurt her, or Ellie, or their budding relationship.

“She hates that movie,” Yukio notes.

“Exactly,” you reply. “You should really tell her, y’know, if you’re not mad at her anymore. You know how she is.”

“I do. And that’s why I want her to come to me. It’s immature of her to be doing this, y’know? She picked that stupid fight, and now she won’t even apologize. I shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“I mean- Yeah, you shouldn’t have to if you don’t want to, but the point of a relationship is to grow together. You knew she was like this going in, so it would make sense that you would help her to grow from that, right?” You selfishly chide yourself mentally. If Yukio breaks up with Ellie, you actually have a chance with one of them. But, you know that as their friend you should do your best to help both of them.

“You’re right. Jeez, Y/N, you’re gonna make someone really lucky someday,” Yukio tells you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You sigh. “I dunno. It may seem pessimistic, still being in high school and all, but I really don’t think that I’m ever gonna find anyone, at least not anyone that’s gonna want me.”

“What are you talking about? I-” Yukio sighs, too. “I know you, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Don’t sweat it, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I guess,” you decide to drop it, not wanting to worry her any more than you already have.  “Thanks, ‘Kio. How are you doing? Any plans after school?”

“Nope, DND’s tomorrow and the Welcoming Committee doesn’t meet until Friday.”

“You should come by, we can do some Chemistry studying. After that one-on-one time with Ellie yesterday, I realized I should do that with both of you more instead of lumping you together. Even if you’re a couple, you’re still individuals… But, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” Yukio notices, and if you didn’t have your irremovable self-hate goggles on, you’d notice her blushing. “I’d like to, a lot.”

“Alright. I’m gonna head on to class,” you tell her with a smile, picking up your plate to deal with it before. “See you later.”

“Later,” she agrees. You think about both girls on your way to your first period. Yukio, bright and sunny; Ellie, distant and sullen, but they’re not really opposites as much as they’re just different. You can’t imagine having to choose between them, or how anyone could. They’re both so lovely and interesting in their own ways, it’s like comparing stars and lightning. Well, considering their powers, it is comparing stars and lightning, both wonders of nature. You sigh, sitting at your desk and preparing to be programmed to pass the next test by the adult who wrote the test.

Later, you meet Yukio at your dorm. Ellie’s also there.

Oh, what a perfect world it would be if the three of you were meeting here on purpose to make out or something instead of having to deal with this awkward tension.

“So, I guess we’re all studying Chemistry! Yay!” You try to seem happy, but you hear how truly nervous you are in your own voice. You enter your dorm, the girls following behind. You look around on your desk before realizing you totally left your chemistry book in class. “Fuck, I forgot my fucking book…” You find yourself burying your face in your hands, taking deep breaths to calm down. 

These past couple weeks have sucked total ass.

“Y/N!” Yukio cries out, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

“Just- Just tired,” you lie, letting your hands fall limply. “Haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

Ellie looks a little hurt by this, and you realize it’s not hurt, but guilt that she didn’t notice your troubles last night. You feel bad for the lie you chose, but know you have to stick to it.

“Don’t worry about studying, maybe we can all just hang out like old times,” Ellie suggests.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one barely passing Chemistry!” Yukio protests. “We can share my book, Y/N. If you don’t want to study, Ellie, then don’t.”

“Are you calling me stupid? Who says I don’t wanna study? I just suggested that we not do that because Y/N’s tired, don’t be so selfish!”

“I’m not selfish, you’re the selfish one! Y/N and I made plans this morning and you horned in on them!” Yukio argues. “Tell her, Y/N!”

“Well, not horned in on, but Yukio and I did make these plans this morning not expecting you to show…” You admit, trying not to take sides while still being honest. You hate watching your crushes, your best friends, argue like this. You’d do anything to make it stop.

“Fine. Then consider your plans de-horned.” Ellie spats, leaving and slamming the door behind her.

“Great,” you mumble.

“I’m sorry, she just… I just…” Yukio sighs. “It’s not even about the plans, or us not having kissed since we first got together, or any of that. I- I like Ellie. I know that. But… I’m confused. I like someone else, too, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’ve heard about polyamory relationships on the internet and stuff, but it all sounds so complicated and I don’t even know if I’m poly or just not as interested in Ellie or this other person as I think I am. I keep finding little arguments to have to prove that Ellie and I just aren’t compatible, but that isn’t true. I just also want someone else.”

“Well… You know how Ellie and I hung out yesterday?”

Yukio nods.

“She told me something similar. So, what I think is happening is that you two just have more in common than you originally thought! You should talk to her about having an open relationship, or a relationship that’s just open to certain people, or something like that,” you tell the girl, heart crumbling. They’re both poly, but not for you. “Go on,” you encourage Yukio, and she heads out to find Ellie.

#angst #Ellie Phimister #ellie phimister x reader #ellie phimister imagine #negasonic teenage warhead #negasonicteenageimagines #negasonic x reader #negasonic teenage warhead x reader #negasonic teenage warhead imagine #yukio #yukio x reader #yukisonic x reader #yukio imagine #yukisonic #sapphic fanfic #wlw x reader #wlw imagine #polyamory #polyamourous fanfiction