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dcangel · 2 years ago

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hi hi! i saw that u were asking for reqs and prompt 29 rlly had me thinking… imagine you’ve been there for 2 years and are the only girl, and you don’t socialize much, you do your part and keep to yourself so no one knows much abt you. but when thomas shows up, he continues to bug you with questions/bother you including why ur the only girl there. there’s a lot of tension and one night he wonders off in the woods he finds you and one thing leads to another and it happens..!

AHH okay this is sending me to hell bc my mind is going feral just thinking about it and I literally am so excited to write this one. And thank you so much for requesting one <333 (this is my first time writing smut so bear with me)

Idk how to tag these correctly bc I’ve never posted anything but if I’m wrong just correct me: p in v, slight fingering, praising, degrading, dirty talk, mentions of edging, mentions of getting caught, choking kink, slight size kink, slight/moderate pain kink, oral sex!f receiving, a few uses of y/n, nicknames, 2nd person pov. Majorly unedited and not proofread (grammarly told me there were 149 errors but it’s 2:24 in the morning so grammarly can kindly fuck off. hopefully this is bearable to read.)

8238 words (what thee actual fuck)

29– Thomas

“Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

The last few days were… something else. Like clockwork every month, another greenie arrived, but to you that just meant another person bugging the shit out of you until they got over it. What were you supposed to tell them? That you just felt like coming up into the maze and trapping yourself here for two years just because you were bored? Every single greenie, without fail, always pestered you like a small gnat swirling around your ear each day; “why are you the only girl? Why are you here? Is it hard being the only girl?” And of course the alarmingly obviously questions that crossed every new shank’s mind, but only few braved to ask.

You mostly managed to steer clear of the lewd obscenities, letting the few friends you made take care of it for you since it got to be an irritable subject for you very quickly. But, unfortunately, there were some that wanted to ask the girl herself. Some that didn’t even know your name, yet still approached you with a supercilious guise thinking that it would somehow win you over. Each time it made you wonder what they put in these new greenies before sending them up; they just kept getting worse and worse.

Majority of the gladers knew your name, but then again how could they not? Some knew it but just decided to call you whatever you wanted; as if you being a girl made you less human and more of an object. Those were the boys that could only dream of touching a girl, never mind even being able to hookup with one.

You were surprised by the amount of people that actually treated you as equal, even though it was the bare fucking minimum. Sometimes you found it ironic how Chuck—the youngest glader here—didn’t even think twice about your humanity status when half the so-called “men” in this place treated you like scut. The boy having stated many times that “you’re a human too, just like the rest of us. We each play our part and at the end of the day; work is work. It doesn’t matter how old you are or if you’re a guy or a girl.” You think one of the reasons you were such good friends with the boy was because he could easily relate to your struggles; him being the youngest glader and always treated like a baby who couldn’t comprehend the simplest things, and you being the only girl who’s treated like shit because apparently women can’t possibly be able to do the same things as men. You were both deeply misunderstood, and that served as a foundation for one of your closest relationships.

Of course the leader, Alby, had always said the same; you were to be treated as equal. He’d even brought up the fact that it was dispiriting that the matter was even a question at all. Some days were worse than others, only granting you the energy to will yourself out of the small hut Gally and few others helped you build, at the last possible second and skipping breakfast as you trudged your way over to the gardens, taking your place by Newt. From there, maybe you’d have an occasional conversation about the dirt that constantly flung into your eyes, automatically irritating both your sight and your mood, or maybe about how brutally the blazing sun treated your reddening shoulders and face.

But on those days—the bad ones—you kept silent, doing what you were told when you were told, taking part in the roles that made the glade work. Maybe you’d join the rest of the glade for supper, sitting with the very few people you called ‘friends’ but at the end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation that inevitably reeled you in. More often than not, bad days usually warranted you to take the meal to your hut after a quick ‘thanks’ to Frypan, then making the isolated trip to the comforting confines of your own space.

You tried keeping to yourself, afraid to get too close with anyone that wasn’t Chuck or Newt, but of course your name was brought up quite often. It never made sense, though; you rarely interacted with anyone, even the people you exchanged words with on occasion, not much was known about you. You even tried to avoid being seen as often as possible in hopes that your absence would somehow make the gladers forget about your existence.

Yet every month when a new greenie was sent up, terrified and questioning their entire existence, it also started a new uproar around your name. So with Thomas, it was no different. Well, almost no different.

After he showed up, he wasn’t subtle with his intentions like most were—always asking anyone he could about anything that might make you more 3-dimensional in his eyes. So when he saw you talking to Chuck and ruffling the young boy’s hair, he used their already-forming bond to his advantage.

“Hey, Chuck, who was that?” He pretended to be oblivious as if he hadn’t been staring at you all day every day, the way your hair was always tied back in a single low braid, how the small strands that were too short slipped from the crossed-pattern and framed your face, how your sun-kissed nose scrunched whenever some minor inconvenience passed your way or the way your head tilted ever-so-slightly as a way to show your confusion.

He was well aware that this most certainly happened with every new arrival; the pestering questions, the intrusive thoughts, yet he was infatuated with wanting to know absolutely everything he could.

“Who? Her?” Chuck followed the older boy’s gaze, quickly losing interest once he saw where it led.

Thomas’s gaze, however, didn’t falter. He couldn’t decide what part of you to focus on. Maybe the way you effortlessly carried buckets and buckets of whatever the hell was needed for gardening, but it looked heavy enough to make him stare in awe. He was shameless. “Yes her. Who is she?”

“A person.” Chuck answered, being frustratingly vague.

Thomas finally pulled his brown eyes from you, landing them on the smaller boy beside him. “What’s her name?”

“Why does it matter?” The young boy was all too familiar with the questions of each newbie, most greenies coming to Chuck for the same thing each month that became almost a routine to give out as little information as possible to protect his friend.

Thomas sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. “Because I wanna’ know.” He answered bluntly.

“You wouldn’t care what that guy’s name is,” Chuck pointed to a builder named Dan. “So why do you care what her name is?”

The greenie squinted his eyes, jaw clenched in slight irritation, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent than before. “Because I just want to know?”

“Y/N, her name is Y/N. There.” Chuck’s bitter tone was definitely a eye-opener, the boy usually sweet and happy to make new friends.

“Thanks.” Thomas managed to get a small thumbs up in return as Chuck walked further away, obviously done with their conversation.

. . .

The next few days left Thomas’s curiosity at a higher peak, even worse than when he first got here—before he knew about the girl. Luckily Chuck had told you each time the greenie asked another question, and you couldn’t express how grateful you were for the young boy since he never answered them.

However, despite Chuck’s anguished attempts at telling Thomas to leave you alone, the greenie pursued his interests in getting to know you more, although it was nearly inevitable that this would happen.

On this particular day, though, he couldn’t seem to find you. Much to his dismay, you were in the Deadheads, sitting by the small brook that always seemed to flow despite the enclosed glade. It was night, the sun long gone although the heat never seemed to leave. You liked the Deadheads, specifically the brook. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of water trickling over small rocks and folding in on itself, and maybe the occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. The peaceful sounds were a drastic difference to the clanking of shovels on rocks that seemed to peeve each gardener, or tools hammering wood that echoed across the entire open glade.

It was rare, but sometimes you’d accidentally fall asleep in the woods due to the calming nature, serving for an aching back and sore neck that shot pain thorough your whole body when you craned it the wrong way. It would’ve been one of those nights, except the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping under someone’s foot brought you back from your half-asleep state. You sat up against the tree, your legs crossing as you looked around. The only people who knew you came out here were sure to be asleep by now, Chuck always falling asleep the second the second he laid down on his hammock, and Newt knowing you didn’t like to be bothered out here.

You thought back to when Ben had been stung and was chasing Thomas through the Deadheads, and you thought the same was about to happen to you. Grabbing a small stick by your side— that would probably snap if any pressure were applied— you stood up and looked around the dark forest. The plush foliage provided little to no light, which left your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible.

You held the stick out in front of you and slowly backed up, occasionally spinning around to check behind you, the stick swinging through the air like it was wielded by a maniac.

The lack of light confused your senses, and somehow you didn’t you didn’t hear the cracking and snapping of leave and twigs, or feet the heat behind you getting closer and closer until your back slammed into something that scared you so bad you almost yelped as you whipped around to threaten whoever it was with the flimsy stick that almost snapped when you turned. You were greeted with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn’t just another in the sixty something faces in the glade that you had yet to learn the name of. It was a new one.

“Shit— sorry.” He muttered quickly, large, outstretched hands already on your shoulders to steady you.

You back up slightly, hoping his grip would fall off, and it did. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy automatically took to fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit you guessed. “I, uh… I was looking for you, actually. Chuck told me you might be out here.”

You squinted your eyes slightly, not believing him since Chuck knew better than to tell a random greenie where you’d most likely be during your free time. “Did he?”

The greenie struggled to come up with an excuse, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground.

“Or did you just watch me come out here earlier with the plans of following me, hoping I’d still be here after you were done with your job?” You added with a raised brow, a clear annoyed tone evident in your voice.

“Wel— No that’s not— I mean… well, you’re probably used to the newbies bothering you—”

“Damn right I am. And I don’t expect you to be any different, so unless you have anything important to say, then I’m just gonna leave.” You got straight to the point, not caring to sugarcoat or be nice to him since you’d tried that before with other greenies, and it usually didn’t turn out well. You dropped your stick and started to turn away from him when you heard his footsteps following you again, his voice following soon after.

“Well, no, but I just wanted to talk to you. I don’t know you v—”

“So let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You said, sounding as if you were talking to a child.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, a small habit of his. “Could you just stop cutting me off?”

“Why should I?” You said, brown raised in annoyance as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg.

“Because I fucking asked? It shouldn’t be that hard to be nice to someone.”

You scoffed, his attitude impressing you since it almost matched yours perfectly. You eyed him before opening your mouth to speak. “You’re right, it shouldn’t be. So why’re you making it so difficult then?” You asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, your head tilted coyly.

He let out a quick sigh, jaw clenching in irritation. “Because, all I did was try and talk to you and you’re being a bitch about it.”

Your head jerked back slightly, your eyebrows automatically raised with a taunting smile of disbelief creeping up. “You just can’t help it with the foul language can you?” You said with a laugh, one that seemed to get on his nerves even more. It was almost impressive how irritable he was. “Maybe you should try talking to directly instead of bugging my friends—especially Chuck— about me. Y’know, like a conversation or something? Maybe start off with a small introduction like your name or something a little less hostile.”

“Fine, I’m—”

“I know who you are.” It wasn’t intentional but you realized that you had cut him off again. But instead of apologizing, you almost wanted to see how pissed he could get before stomping off.

He was definitely contemplating it, almost losing interest since your attitude made him want to smash his head against a rock, but his pure stubbornness was what kept him standing there. “Again with the cutting me off! Is that all you ever do? ‘S that why you don’t have any friends.”

Being the only girl in a glade full of boys made this seem like nothing compared what else you’ve heard, so his little insults and slight temper tantrum did nothing. “Well you said you wanted to talk to me, and I’m assuming you wanted to get to know me more since all you ever do is bother Chuck.” You said with a shrug. “Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can.”

Something about your tone, the way it was taunting him, teasing him in a way that he couldn’t tell if he should hate you or want to slam you against a tree and— he shook his head, seemingly getting rid of whatever was going through his mind. “Why, you want me to insult you? Treat you like a piece of shit like everyone else does?”

You didn’t respond. Rather, you just stood there, not bothering to move as he subtly took a few slow steps toward you.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” He said, head tilting in a certain way that allowed the small streaks of moonlight peering through the spaces above that weren’t covered by trees to illuminate the beginnings of smug look on his freckled face.

Of course you knew what he looked like, he was a gardener the first few days so you had the displeasure of working near him, but something about him being up close and the way the shadowy brightness of the moon cast a perfect gleam allowed you to really notice his features. You had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy; short brown hair, a perfect nose that could make anyone jealous, pale skin littered with moles and freckles that didn’t seem to be on just his face, golden-brown eyes that looked darker than in the daylight, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tree coverage or some other reason…

“I bet it’s something else, isn’t it?” His voice was what snapped you from your thoughts, your eyes focusing back in on his darkening gaze.

“Huh?” You said, your eyes practically in slits at this point. You couldn’t tell if your question was actually a question, or if it was because you’d already forgotten what he asked before.

He took a step closer, yet he wasn’t actually that close. It was simply the darkness of the Deadheads and the way your other senses tried to account for your poor vision that made it seem like he was towering over you.

Or maybe he was.

“I said, are you just always a bitch like this, or do you do it because you like the way people respond. The way they get irritated and go off on you or treat you like shit all for you to complain about it afterwards.” You almost couldn’t believe his words. But what was less believable was the feeling that resonated in the pit of your stomach. One that had you thinking things you shouldn’t be.

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?” You spat out, trying to act offended.

His smirk grew, telling you that you reacted exactly how he expected. “You didn’t answer my question.” He took another step forward.

“I don’t have to.” You stepped back.

He noticed your slight step back, he also noticed the tree behind you—he same one you’d almost fallen asleep against earlier—getting closer each time. “I think it’s only fair that you do, so, go ahead. Answer it.”

Now, there were two ways you could’ve answered this. Which one did you choose? The one you knew would get the better reaction, of course. “Make me.”

One step later, you were already back up against the tree, seemingly nowhere to go (you could easily step to the side), and Thomas right in front of you, head tilted downwards to look at you because of the height difference. “I don’t think you really want me to. You’re just saying that.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.” You whispered lazily, a small gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He brown ones bored into yours, an almost-mischievous glint behind them. He leaned down, his mouth inches from your ear, his hand against the tree on the other side of your head. “Maybe I will.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees felt weak, something about his voice; the raspiness embedded in his low, deep tone. “Maybe you should.” You breathed out, watching him pull back, his eyes flicking between your eyes and somewhere else.

His other hand slid around your waist, large palm being a source of heat as if the night air wasn’t already warm enough. It was torturous, the way his lips ghosted around your skin, every area he passed felt empty after the heat of his presence left, the way you felt his breath brush her face when he laughed at his own teasing actions.

His hand slid around to your lower back, pulling it forward in an arch as your upper back stayed against the tree. Thomas looked down at you, the very tip of his nose so close to yours that the heat radiating from him felt like he was actually touching you. You bit the inside of your cheek, never good with the whole ‘patience’ thing.

Thomas, on the other hand, could’ve dragged this out all night. But when he met your gaze, the look in your eye let the thought slip from his mind. It was when you whispered some words that didn’t quite stick in his brain against his lips, that’s what got to him. He bent down and connected your lips, the kiss wasn’t a slow, savoring-every-moment type of kiss. It was a hungry, sloppy, impatient kiss that made it seem like he was devouring you.

It was needy and heated, more teeth-clashing and tongue-tangling than anything. His lips were chapped and rough, but then again so we’re yours after two years in the glade.

His lips trailed down your cheek, then your jaw, then right under your jawline, nipping at the surprisingly soft skin. His lips followed your jawline until they were right under your ear, finding a sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.

You breathed out softly, biting the inside of your cheek as your head tilted backwards, hitting the bumpy bark of the tree. To your left was his outstretched arm that he used to hold himself up against a the tree, and to your right was his head, slightly buried in the crook of your neck as he peppered the spot with little nips as kisses. He freehand—the one that was on your lower back—slipped down to the curve of your ass, squeezing all around the plump skin.

“How’s this for getting to know you?” He breathed against your skin.

You bit your lip, just a little, but enough that his scrutinizing gaze caught it. “I think you, uh, you should get to know me just a little better, y’know?” You said, a small lump in the back of your throat that wouldn’t go down.

“Hmm, think I should, huh?” He teased.

“Mhm, yeah… y-you should.” You nodded, teeth gliding over your own bottom lip as you tugged his hair gently so he’d look up at you.

The heel of Thomas’s palm dug into your ass, prompting you to jump up a little. To jump right into his arms. Your thigh hitched up on his waist, his hand gliding from your ass to under your leg, finger tips reach the the inside of your thigh. Your other foot steady on the ground— well, would’ve been steady if you hadn’t stepped on a tree stump. Your footing faltered, twisting your ankle in the process and you pulled from the recently rekindled kiss to wince.

He chuckled and lifted up your other thigh, practically holding you up until you got the hint to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back was pressed into the tree, bare shoulders are partially-bare upper back collecting scratches and green moss smudges.

Thomas didn’t waste anymore time, the fingers of his free hand already sliding down your torso and half under the waistband of your jeans. He only stopped for a brief moment, looking up at you as you nodded back—maybe a little too eagerly.

He didn’t even bother to unbutton them or unzip them for the time being, his fingers twitching with the thought of touching you in mind. While he was just as impatient as you, he still managed to find the will in him to tease you. Two of his veiny fingers swipes over your panties, starting at the beginning of your wetness and dragging them all the way up to your cloth-covered clit. You couldn’t deny nor hide it anymore, you were soaked—rather, your panties were.

“Damn, this all for me? Guess you liked the idea of me proving you wrong, huh?” He taunted.

Your eyes bore into his like you wanted to say something snarky, but you literally could not lie. He felt it. He felt what he did to you. He knew the slight power he had over you—although you were sure he didn’t quite know just how much power he possessed.

Reluctantly, you tenaciously nodded up at him, just a very slight head movement that you hoped he’d miss, but of course he didn’t. You were grateful he didn’t respond, with words anyway, but you could see see the glint in his eye that made you want to kick him, slap him, anything you could to get your point across. But he made you weak in the knees, figuratively and literally since one of his hands was under your ass holding you up, your legs raveled around his waist and connected at his lower back.

At first, when you felt his hand leave your ass, you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed by the loss of touch, or to expect your body to hit the ground. But it didn’t. He had you pinned against the tree, your legs already locked tightly around him, your arms slung around his neck.

His, now free, hand glides around to the front of your thigh, up your stomach (it would’ve gone under your shirt if he didn’t have other plans), over your tank top-covered breasts, fingers stopping momentarily to knead the dough-y flesh, and making their final stop around your throat just below your jaw—palm pressing against your airway loosely, pointer and thumb fingers settling below your ears on either side of your head.

The fingers caressing your sopping panties also became more active; drawing slow lines up and down.

“T-Thomas,” you stuttered, not because he hand was that tight, but simply because it was tight enough to warrant a gasp present in your words. “Don’t tease me.”

You were really in no position to be the one saying commands, but it was the sheer stubborn-confidence that impressed him enough to consider the choked out words. “As you wish.” He spoke, slipping two fingers past your panties, the material bunching to the side, and right into you without any warning. Well, to be fair he did give you a warning, just no time to process before you felt his long, slender fingers gliding against your walls.

“Fuck— Thomas.” You breathed out, your tone a little whiny. You were almost embarrassed at how easily you gave in, how easily you let him get you this way.

He gave your throat one last little squeeze and dropped his hand down to one of the straps on your tank top. He was considering sliding it under your shirt, but then he’d have to go through more trouble to get it off seeing as you were leaned against a tree. So, Thomas decided to take what he knew you’d give, and he tugged at the straps.

You knew your standards were low when consent made your heart swoon, feeling the nervous hot-and-cold sweats rack your body. But being the only girl in the glade, you were glad someone other than your friends was showing you respect…ish.

After seeing your nod, he slid the strap down and you pulled your arm back and through the thing fabric piece, the same was done on the other side. Thomas’s fingers were barely moving, too slow even for his teasing pace, but his brain had a little more focus on what he was trying to do with one hand.

A few seconds later, and you were gasping at the sudden coldness you felt against your pert nipples. It was an odd sensation, the glade was always hot yet when your bare chest was exposed, the air felt cool.

The chilled breeze caused the buds to instantly harden, making something of Thomas’s harden as well. “Shit, angel, no bra?”

You hadn’t worn a bra since today was one of those days— the ones with low energy, restless sleep barely giving you enough stamina to will yourself throughout the day. “No…” you admitted, almost shamefully.

Before you could even think, lips were wrapped around the sensitive buds, a tongue flat as it pressed over the top. You let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a small moan, finger tangling in his hair automatically.

Thomas simply couldn’t leave your other side untreated, so he rolled your other nipple between his fingers while fucking you with the other hand. Every sound you made, whether it be a sigh, a moan, a whimper, a small whine of his name, each and every one of them seemed to be egging him on more. Like small pleas and begs for more of his touch.

And whether you knew it or not, that exactly what they were; your body whining, aching for anything he’d give you, grateful for the plainest stroke of his digits in your wet cunt, or the effortless drag of his smooth tongue across your pebbled nipple.

Somewhere between small praises and straight-up degradation, you manages you end up without any clothes and Thomas’s pretty face between your legs as you stand there against the tree; teeth clenched, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at his scalp leaving a stinging sensation in their wake. It felt good— the burn of your jagged nails against his already sensitive scalp, the sun un-ironically taking part in making sure it would hurt him.

The tree bark dug into your bare back as you simultaneously pushed yourself up on your tip-toes, squirming at the sensation of his tongue on your clit becoming too much, yet tugging his face further between your wobbly thighs with the grip you had on his brown hair.

Thomas decided he liked you best when you were like this; a sweaty, moaning, whimpering, indecisive mess for him— despite only speaking his first words to you less than an hour ago.

And quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing spurring you on, giving you the shamelessness needed to give yourself up like this was the undying need to cum. He had be fucking edging you this whole damn time, yet you couldn’t complain. Not while he was pleasuring you at least. Your protests came after you didn’t—after the way he’d suck on and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud, getting you right there, only to pull away as you were about to topple over the edge.

It might not have been verbal, but maybe you’d give his hair a particularly harsh yank, or dig your nails into his raw scalp with as much strength as you could muster. Unbeknownst to you, Thomas enjoyed it. He loved the way you whined and squirmed, body begging for a release even if your mouth was too stubborn to communicate it. He loved the pain you inflicted on him, the pricking sensation hurting so bad—yet not enough—that it felt good.

“Did I get you to change your mind yet, Angel?” Thomas spoke against your cunt, lips glistening with you juices, eyes dark as he looked up at you with a captivating stare that you fell prisoner to time and time again.

You bit down on your lip brutally, the discomfort not even phasing you anymore. You were sure your lips would be bruised and possibly bloodied in the morning for more than one reason. “Thomas… please,” There it was. The first real plead that spilled from your lips. Not the desperate whines or frustrated grunts you’d given him earlier, but an actual word that put your need on full display.

And it sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not good enough for you?” He cooed, tone mocking your desire so damn condescendingly that if it were anyone else you’d send their skull flying against the maze walls.

But you couldn’t resist, he had you under his spell, wrapped around his finger. And you knew it. You both knew it. “Fuck me, make me cum… just do something for fucks sake!” Your voice held a guise of irritation and rage, but just behind that was the exact whininess that he was looking for.

“I think I like the sound of you begging for me. It’s pretty.” He whispered, whether to himself or you, you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck anymore.

Thomas stood up, large hands sliding up the sides of your bare body, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. A whimper slipped from your swollen lips, the feeling of his hands setting your body ablaze, leaving goosebumps only the chilly day’s managed to give you in their wake. You felt like you were sweating buckets, yet the warmth radiating off his wide hands (or maybe you were just small) left the rest of your figure feeling frigid.

His lips wet lips met yours, hand meeting your throat as you gasped lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he poked and prodded at your own. You didn’t even have to think about how easily you let him in, you blatantly followed his command no matter what form in came in without a second thought.

Fingers feeling needy, you reached for his belt and he slotted his knee between your thighs, pinning you against the tree for the umpteenth time tonight. However, you didn’t hear a protest or receive a firm look coded with a not-so-hidden message, so you proceeded with your actions, fingers fumbling with the flimsy metal piece until you hear the telltale clanking sound of his belt slithering through the denim loops and clashing against the dirt floor.

His jeans dropped next, nothing to hold them up or keep them in their place as you unzipped them. His shirt had been discarded earlier, just before he got to his knees in front of you, so it was one less article of clothing in your way.

But that didn’t matter, the only one you care about was still on him. Dainty fingers lightly brushed over his bulge, your eyes dropping for just a second to catch a glimpse of his clothed size before you had to tilt your head back up due to the hand holding your throat. It was dark, but your eyes were well adjusted by now; well enough to see the tent his erection formed as you unintentionally teased him.

Your hands were impatient, your whole being was impatient, but you could at least do something about the need to have your hands around him. After practically grabbing his hard-on through his boxers, palming it roughly for just a second, you didn’t even wait to get your hands inside his boxers. Immediately, you tugged your hand up his length, his impressively long length. He groaned, cock already throbbing, twitching at the thought of being buried inside you.

The noise almost took you by surprise, and you were almost proud of yourself for being the cause. You brought your left knee up his thigh, situating it comfortably in the groove of his hip, and pushed down the remaining fabric. His free hand assisted you and helped slide the other end down until he kicked away the item that he’d be searching for in the darkness later.

Digits finding his hardness again as you continued to make out, your thumb carelessly swiped over his slit as you handled his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had you wetter than the brook you were settled by during previous hours. He felt the heat of your fingers disappear, only to return moments later with arousal that couldn’t’ e been just his.

You coated his shaft with your sticky mixture, eliciting a deep groan from the back of Thomas’s throat. Regardless of you having the last few touches that made gave other pleasure, he still wanted to remind you who was really in control.

His fingers tightened around the column of your throat, his body pressing you into the tree even more, hard enough for you to feel each ridge of wood jabbing into your back. You felt his knee pushing up against your cunt, your slick automatically coating his thigh as you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He smirked—you didn’t see—, your actions appearing needy, so much so, that they were almost pathetic.

“It’s hot as fuck knowing I made you this wet, that I got you to the point where you don’t give a fuck about how pathetic you seem, the only thought in your brain is the desire for pleasure. For me to fuck you, huh?” His words were spat with hot breath waving against your cheek, it was hard not to give in and accept his words.

“Please, Tommy… need you inside me,” until the words came out, you weren’t aware of how shameless they’d be, of how much you sounded exactly like he described. “‘nd I know you do too.” you added shortly after in an attempt to recollect some of your dignity. Didn’t work. He saw right through you.

But what did work what the whine you put on his name, the one that few called him, but only you could have him contemplating between fucking you like a normal person, or fucking you for so long and hard that neither of you could walk straight or have any cum left to give. Obviously there was only one choice in his eyes, but you couldn’t see it. You could only see blown pupils, so wide that just a sliver of brown, lust-tainted color rimmed the pitch-black darkness.

You resumed the position you were in earlier; legs squeezed tight around his waist as if your life depended on it, ankles locked in the back, heels digging into his spine a few inches above his tailbone. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, while his hand was settled at the base of yours.

Striving to be a tease, Thomas watched your reactions while he rubbed his tip up and down your wetness, starting from your hole, up to the top of your clit, then back down. Something about the moves, so calculated, so precious, so damn taunting that it almost seemed like he was mocking you, it was all becoming too much. He had been edging you all night—well, enough to to feel like it was all night—that you knew he was nearing the end of his limits as well.

Impatient by nature, Thomas merely gave your throat a warning squeeze before he slipped his tip inside. He may have been ruthless with his teasing, yes, but he wasn’t heartless. He waited, kept his hips still against his own will until you nodded or squeezed his hair each time you wanted him to push in just a smidge further. He praised and affirmed you with words you didn’t even process since the only thing your mind could focus on was the contrast of pleasure with a little bit of sting. You wanted nothing more for him to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking your stupid—and so did he—, but you decided it best for you to take it slow. At first.

Once his hips were flush with yours, hard cock filling you in ways you didn’t even know existed, you adjusted your legs around his waist, shifting until the discomfort went away mostly. You didn’t even nod or give and indignation before you bucked your hips against his, causing a sigh to fall from his pink, kiss-bitten lips, while a light moan fell from yours. He took that as his sign you were ready, and he slowly pulled his hips from yours with a semi-gentle test thrust first before he saw you were okay, then he picked up his pace in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” He groaned against your neck, hot breath symbolizing a warning before his lips were all over the soft skin.

You whimpered, your hands automatically lacing in his hair and tugging at the roots, nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. You don’t know how long your hand stayed like that before realizing you needed something better to grasp, to hold on and cling to like your fate was dependent on it.

One are tucked under his, the other following suit, and soon both hands were clawing down his back, the feeling prompting Thomas to pound away harder. Teeth against your neck let you know that you’d have to wear your hair down for the next few days, and possibly skip meals at the homestead to avoid being seen as well. Even so, you didn’t care right now. You were to wrapped up in the way his fucked into you, mercilessly pounding away at you pussy, the wet squelching sounds coming from where the two of you were connected absolutely sinful.

You knew the gladers had gone to sleep however long ago, but you also knew that a few had a hard time sleeping. Thank god Chuck had knocked out before you came out here.

The threat of getting caught is what caused you to bury your face in his shoulder, head leaning against his outstretched arm that was holding the tree for support. You nips and suck at the skin of his collarbone right where it connects to his shoulder, albeit much weaker and definitely less effort put in than him, but it gives you something to do, along with practically gouging your uneven nails down his sweaty back, to keep your mind off the seething moans that threaten to rip from your throat.

After awhile of hearing you go silent and feeling the pressure of both your lips and fingers on his skin increase, Thomas grows annoyed with your lack of sound. You feel his hand leave your throat, but you don’t exactly process it, your brain overwhelmed with too many things to worry about the loss of touch, but you do feel where it ends up. Your head is abruptly yanked back, yet somehow as gently as possible although is still leaves a pained sensation. Thomas’s fingers were in between the weaves of your—now very loose and incredibly messy—braid, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“Don't muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I'm fucking you.” Without a barrier to block your noises, you let out a moan at his words alone. And then everything comes crashing down. You give up on trying to quiet yourself, only having enough left in you to chase that feeling that leaves you whining incoherent words that maybe he understands, digging and clawing at any available surface you can get you dainty little fingers on (which is most likely his back or shoulder), and letting yourself go completely—letting him take care of you.

And boy does he know how to take care of you. For someone you’ve never spoken a word to until tonight, he knows how to fuck you right. He knows how to have you in his arms, body practically limp and a deadweight which only impales you more on his dick. And when he hears that you’ve given in to more than just his one request by letting your jaw fall slack, any moans or whimpers just free to waltz out, he leans in close to whisper in your ear, voice deep and slightly raspy; “Good girl.”

He feels the way your fingernails grips his shoulders harder, possibly hard enough to draw blood, and the way your already-tight walls clench around him even more. Something in his mind clicks for him that doesn’t for you, probably because your too busy with the way he fills you up so damn well his tip kisses your cervix each time you come back down on him and he fucks back up.

“You like being called a good girl, huh? You like being told how good you feel around me, being praised for doing what I say like the good girl you are?” He knows what he’s doing at this point. But that was stop you from enjoying it nonetheless.

“F—yeah, fuck, I do.” You agree with what little sanity to have left, mustering a nod that almost spends every ounce of energy.

Your eyes have him in a trance; watery, pupils blown, looking up at him with the most innocent looking eyes he could ever think of. Except he knew you weren’t innocent.

“I bet no one else fucks you like this, huh, angel? No one else gives you princess treatment because they’re too busy trying to find a way to get in your panties to even think about treating you right. But a part of you likes it, don’t you?” You merely whined, words failing you as he smirked and kept going. “You like the fact that half the guys here probably jerk off to the thought of you when they’re alone, think of you as some little slut that everyone gets a turn with in their minds. The glade’s own whore, hmm?”

“F-Fuck, Thomas,” you whimper, the feeling his words give you turning into physical pleasure, not just for yourself, but for Thomas as well when he feels your warm walls squeezing around his shaft.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it; just whoring out and fucking every guy in this place? But your so damn innocent—too damn innocent, it’s why half the guys here can’t seem to get their mind off you.” He grunts between thrusts, as if his hips slamming into yours punctuates each word. “Don’t worry, after tonight I think enough people around here will have learned who got to fuck you. I’ll treat you right, princess.”

Both hands clenched at whatever they can, and Thomas feels the crescent-shaped nail marks already imbedding themselves in his shoulder and nose of his neck.

You were getting undeniably closer, and you were afraid that he might edge you again. Hell, you were afraid that you let him have that much power over you. In spite of your efforts, your own voice adding to the ringing in your ears as you bucked your hips downwards— if even possible with the force he had you pressed against the tree with. “Don’t stop… please, please don’t stop, Tommy.” You begged, pathetically desperate for him to finally let you release.

“Only if you keep making those pretty little sounds, angel.” And you did; effortlessly obeying his commands, when in reality it was inevitable that your sounds escaped at some point. You just didn’t hold back at all. At least you didn’t talk to very many people, otherwise they would’ve been suspicious of your barely-there voice if the hadn’t already heard you screaming the night before.

His thrusts became irregular, and at first you thought he was going to tell you that you didn’t do well enough for him, seize yet another orgasm from you like he had been doing all night. What you didn’t realize was that he was slowing down to edge himself, not wanting to cum to early or before you did.

Thomas decided you wouldn’t mind a few scratches on your back, maybe a few splinters, ‘cause it sure as hell looked like you wouldn’t give a damn right now, so he took his supporting hand off the tree and encased it around your throat, admiring the way his hand seemed to swallow you whole. His free hand fled to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud as you cried out his name. It was mindless, you hadn’t even realized it. That’s what made it so fucking hot.

Time and time again, you continued to impress him with how easily you could be controlled, completely fucked out to the point you only knew his name and the word ‘please’. “Atta girl. That’s right, let everyone know who’s fucking you like this.” You whimpered his name again, the word simply rolling off your tongue without a thought. He wasn’t even sure if you said it because you followed orders so well, or if it was really the only thing you could say.

“T-Thomas, shit—fuck, I’m g—” your sentence was left unfinished since you couldn’t breathe, your lungs on fire just like the rest of your skin. It could’ve been from the way Thomas’s hand was unconsciously restricting your airway a little too much, though, once he noticed he eased up. Either way, he got your message loud and clear. And he could feel his own release brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“Please… please don’t stop this time. I-I can’t take it anymore… need to cum.” You whined between shallow breaths before he could even speak.

His pace and force picked up to almost inhuman speeds, basically fucking you into the tree behind you. “I won’t, I promise.”

As if the words didn’t register, mindless pleas were pouring from you, “I have to—’m so close, Tommy, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Me too, alright? So your gonna be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” It wasn’t until his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves he was previously circling, did his words finally sink in.

Along with his gentle demand came your orgasm that you didn’t know had been so close the whole time. Your walls enveloped him so tight he was sure his dick would slip out, but it didn’t. It stayed inside your warm, velvety wetness, twitching but thrusting sloppily throughout your high as his neared.

You were seeing stars, and you were pretty sure they weren’t the ones in the night sky above you. Your nails dug so harshly into his chest and back that your fingers aches, and you could only imagine the number you’d done on him. The feeling was euphoric, sure you’d never come down from the drunken-high feeling. Your thighs shook, muscles spasming as your nerves felt like they were frying at the slight overstimulation he was giving you.

Feeling you cum around him, his cock twitched inside you, soon giving into the demands of your velvety warmth and wet squelching sounds. “Fuck, shit—such a good girl, angel… such a good fucking girl for me.” He moaned out, his voice the softest it’d been yet, but still somehow possessing the same roughness as before.

You felt a hot-warmth gush inside you, your face already buried deep in his shoulder again as you physically could not keep your head up. “Just for you.” You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, his hand coming off your throat to slide around the back of your neck in a somewhat-comforting hold. The feeling of being taken care of.

#the maze runner #tmr thomas #tmrthomassmut #thomastmrsmut #thomas tmr

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sadquickchristmassnowman · 2 years ago

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hi! what do you think are the best/most tolerable episodes in season 4 of community? it’s widely regarded as the worst season and I never know which episodes to watch each time I go through a community rewatch binge lol. so, I figured I would consult the encyclopedia! (this is my first time using the ask feature so I apologize if I am not using it correctly)

heyo! this is a great question. I actually have an abbreviated season 4 watchlist that cuts out the worst episodes (in my opinion), while staying comprehensible and making sure you're still able to follow the season's overarching plots:

4x01: history 101

4x03: conventions of space and time*

4x05: cooperative escapism in familial relations*

4x06: advanced documentary filmmaking

4x08: herstory of dance

4x11: basic human anatomy*

4x12: heroic origins*

4x13: advanced introduction to finality

the episodes with asterisks* are the ones I actually really enjoy watching. the others on the list are pretty mid, but are, in my opinion, important enough to the overarching plot and character development to be worth watching. when I'm showing other people season 4 for the first time, I adhere to this watchlist lol.

I’m going to do some (hopefully quick) explanations of how I came up with this list, but you don't have to read it if you don't want to lol:

✅ history 101: it's the first episode of the season, so it really does set the tone and establish some important details (jeff wants to graduate early, troy and britta are dating, this is their last year at greendale, etc.) as with most of season 4, the weirdness seems really contrived and unnatural, but it does have its moments of being genuinely funny. it's also a pretty abed-centric episode, which is always a bonus lol

❌ paranormal parentage: I don’t hate this episode, but it's just kind of boring and doesn't really add anything to the season. I love megan ganz but... yeah. a lot of the jokes seem forced, and there's way too much pierce for my liking. there are a couple good one liners ("you should probably tell your boyfriend's boyfriend" "I remember when this show was about community college") and it does help set up jeff finally contacting his dad, but imo it doesn't quite make the episode worth watching

✅ conventions of space and time: I’ve heard that some people hate this episode? couldn't be me. way too much trobed for me to hate it lmao. there is a lot of jeffannie in it too, but that resolves with the conclusion that annie is just a romantic who loves to fantasize, and doesn't actually have real feelings for jeff. it actually fuels my lesbiannie agenda tbh, because she is evidently just in love with the idea of a man but doesn't actually put that into practice. but that's another post lmao. we have some great one-liners, we have britta helping troy through his jealousy, we have "troy will find me :)" we have some more inspector spacetime lore, etc etc. I love this episode and rewatch it frequently.

❌ alternative history of the german invasion: for me, this episode has almost zero redeeming qualities. the jokes are lame, I hate professor cornwallis, there is so much discontinuity, it has zero importance in the bigger picture of the season and the show, it's out of character, etc. the one thing I like is the end tag.

✅ cooperative escapism in familial relations: this is a big one for me. I never see people talking about it, but to me this episode is one of season 4's saviors. we have HUGE jeff development, jeffbritta moments, some much needed shirley screentime and development, some great jokes ("-to eat garbage dip WHY DID I HAVE TO GO THIRD), classic trobedison shenanigans, and the shawshank redemption homage is very funny to me. plus! adam devine cameo! I like this episode more every time I watch it. unsung hero fr.

✅ advanced documentary filmmaking: okay so I won’t lie, I fucking HATE the changnesia arc. I think it is so incredibly stupid and uncreative. there are a million different and better ways they could have brought him back. but, this episode is just too important in the season's development to skip. and, honestly, if I ignore the whole premise, there are a lot of funny bits and jokes in this one. troy constantly smiling at the camera (read: smiling at abed), troy and annie being the silliest ever, jeff's trust issues, and ken jeong is truly very funny, I just hate this arc so much. but ultimately it's too important to cut. imo.

❌ economics of marine biology: I basically feel the same about this one as I do about alternative history of the german invasion. it's boring, the premise is stupid, it's out of character, it's unfunny, the guest character is lame, and it's pointless to the overall plot. abed and the delta cubes is a little bit funny? and I guess you could argue that the jeff and pierce development is important? but I’d refute that very quickly. it's pierce, who cares. not. worth. it.

✅ herstory of dance: this episode is honestly the upper end of mid, but it has enough good jokes and development to make it worth it. it is also Very abed-centric, which we've established is always a plus imo, and his whole bit with going on two dates at once is very in character. he also meets rachel, who comes back in season 5, so that's important. it also has some great jeff & britta development!!! which is sort of few and far between in the later seasons!!! yippee!!!

❌ intro to felt surrogacy: tied for my least favorite community episode of all time. it's clear they tried to do something similar to what they did with abed's uncontrollable christmas, but it is so incredibly contrived that it is physically painful to watch. I hate the puppets. the hot air balloon story is so stupid and out of character. the songs are bad. how dare they sully the legacy of my third favorite episode (lmao). the only redeeming qualities are troy as a whole (all of his lines are good, and that moment when he pretends his puppet is falling asleep is very funny), and the fact that pierce is not physically in it. but those do not make up for how horrific the rest of it is. in my opinion. haha.

❌ intro to knots: once again! Tied For My Least Favorite Community Episode! they're right next to each other, how convenient. and again: bad jokes, bad premise, I fucking hate professor cornwallis, the changnesia shit is back, the plot is ALL over the place, there is little to no actual character development, the dialogue just goes in circles, and it ends with a random litter of kittens that are never mentioned again??? I guess the only mildly important thing is the end tag with the evil study group, which comes back during the season finale. but yeah. not worth it. disgusting.

✅ basic human anatomy: and here we have a HUGE jump from the last one. this is my favorite season 4 episode, and is probably in my top 15 from the entire show. I could talk about this episode for hours. the troy development alone is so so so good and important. add abed into the mix and Oh Boy!!! britta is great in this one, jeff and the dean's whole thing is so fucking funny, shirley and annie competing against leonard for valedictorian on a technicality is very in character and silly, danny and donald's acting in this one is commendable, etc etc etc. there really isn't much, if anything, I dislike about this episode. jim rash being the credited writer makes me love him even more. legendary. outstanding.

✅ heroic origins: I actually really like this episode. it does still have that sort of unnatural and off-putting vibe that the majority of season 4 has, but I think it holds up. it's in character, it has some great jokes and one-liners, and although it does have its moments of discontinuity, it does a surprisingly good job of staying compliant with what has already been established. certainly much better than alternative history of the german invasion. abed's whole bit with the star wars prequels makes me laugh, the annie's boobs lore, footage of annie and troy in high school (surprisingly well done if you ignore the discontinuity of troy's injury), etc. it's also massively important for the overarching season plot, and we finally get to the conclusion of the stupid changnesia arc. I could go on and on, there's just a ton of really cool callbacks (including one to the pilot, which I only noticed a few months ago and am obsessed with), and I just. wasn't expecting this one to work out as well as it did. pleasantly surprised, all in all.

✅ advanced introduction to finality: this one is not great tbh, but it's too important plot-wise to skip. and, I mean, it does have some good moments. abed immediately recognizing evil jeff, the whole thing being in jeff's head a la remedial chaos all being in abed's head (insert something about how this being yet another demonstration of how fundamentally jeff and abed understand each other, which I could expand way more on but won't in this particular post), season 2 of the cape, "one of us is out of bullets" "is it you" "...yeah" "why would you tell me that," and more. overall, yeah, worth watching imo.

I do also want to say that I think season 4 is a bit overhated. I do agree that it is the worst season, I think most of us can agree that that is an objective truth, but it does have its moments and I do get slightly frustrated when people write the entire season off.

I’m also happy to hear anyone else's opinions on what you think is/isn't worth watching in season 4, especially if you really strongly disagree with me. I’m curious to what your reasoning is lmao.

okay! this is definitely way more elaboration than you needed, but I hope this was helpful 💯💯💯

#sorry again for the long wait on a response #thank you for your patience :)#community #nbc community #community nbc #media analysis #community encyclopedia

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aroace-polyshow · 2 years ago

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Hi you said you want to ramble, could you ramble some more about hollow ☆ wonderland i tried looking through your blog but search is. not working. so i failed to find anything at all

HEHEHEHEHH OF COURSE!!! and the reason for that is probably bc i haven’t posted very many details about them!! most of my rambles have been contained to dms with two of my friends and a currently 2.4k word doc of word and idea vomit 👍

anything posted before the most recent ask hasn’t been tagged correctly either, iirc i had a brief summary of the group a while ago though, tagged with “nightcord wxs” i think?? cause i didn’t have a name for them yet at the time. not changing it cause i’ve figured out more stuff since then so it’s sort of outdated. there’s probably a few posts lost in the marlo’s stuff tag, though that i didn’t tag properly but it’s okay those rambles are probably somewhere in my google doc.

anyway, since you didn’t rlly specify something in particular i’m probably just gonna ramble about whatever comes to mind. once again under the cut cause i can tell this is probably gonna get a bit long:

hollow ☆ wonderland is an online music group, and their videos are like kikuo style ones. but not necessarily ones like you are a useless child and aishite, more ones like and then you became the moon, welcome to the star inn, don’t look at me in that way, etc. pretty cutesy and happy sounding with a cute art style and then the lyrics tell a pretty dark story. that’s their general vibe. there’s a few songs i associate with them like judas by abuse (like i mentioned before) but i can’t confidently say it’s the kind of music they’d make. maybe that’ll change though we’ll see.

the group is composed of hoshi (tsukasa) the main lyricist, koki (emu), the artist, tako (rui) the animator and eventual co-lyricist, and kurage (nene), the composer.

they’re all silly online friends who like making music videos together and while none of them really talk about their issues pre-main story given that they’re not super close/don’t know each other super well yet, they still enjoy doing this together and care at least a little bit about each other.

i’m still figuring out how exactly the main story goes, but i’ve definitely made more progress now so HOPEFULLY i figure out a coherent story soon. i rlly do want to write a fic for them but don’t get your hopes up too much.

a few basic ideas i do have currently are some stuff like tsukasa, despite also being on his last hopes like the rest of them, is going to be the one to really encourage them all to start theater again. their sekai is a rundown theme park with lots of fireflies around, all the plushies are still there but they’re also worn down and have lots of patches and stuff on them. wonder stage has been closed down already, but it hasn’t been like torn down or replaced with a new attraction or anything. will it make a comeback? will hw be using it? we will see :)

i think the world hasn’t even started yet is still gonna be their untitled too. i’m thinking for their unit fits it’s gonna be something similar to the circus jester set cards? or at least the face paint thing. i’m absolutely giving them the face paint thing. and then there’s some other plot ideas i have but i’m not totally sure about them yet and i dunno how much sense they make on their own so i’m not gonna add them here.

uh. tsukasas name is hoshi since it means star iirc? so obviously he gets that name. koki meant something like to glitter, to shine, and i think emu would have liked that enough to choose it. and i already mentioned why rui and nenes names are what they are 👍

that is all for now. once again i’m more than happy to answer any other questions (like seriously i was so giddy and happy getting asked about them) so yknow feel free to ask. might answer a bit late cause i’m in school atm and have a lot to say but i will answer it eventually :3

#asks #hollow ☆ wonderland

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neptuneiris · 10 months ago

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Hi, dear! 🌺

Feel free to ignore this message. You are the only HotD author to whom I’m subscribed, so it feels like you are my only option for asking assistance. I need help finding Aemond x reader AU fic. I searched through all of my saved fics, searched through Tumblr tags and nothing. So I thought maybe you and your subscribers can help me.

So in this fic Aemond is king and married to Floris. Reader is her lady in waiting (I think) and also Aemond’s mistress. Floris is seemingly okay with the whole arrangement, but other ladies at court are nasty towards Reader. It makes her rethink the arrangement, she tries to break whatever relationship she has with Aemond. In the end (if I remember correctly) Aemond creates special position at court just for her and Floris is totally okay with that.

Thank you if you end up posting this message on your blog and thank you to whoever identifies this fic and its author ❤️

oh sweetheart the truth is that I have no idea what the name of that fic is but hopefully the people who follow me and my mutuals will help us 🙏🏻 please help us find the fic, I would appreciate it very much🥺

#pls help #iris speaks

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thecomicfont · 2 years ago

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Didn’t know Spotify wrapped was here already-

Anyway turns out I listened to Vs. Marx w/ Lyrics 77 times (prob more since I listen to some songs on Spotify and YouTube)

Smol title thingy: 2 is Hexl by Loin, 3 is Rolling Girl by Wowaka, and 5 is Abnormalitiy Dancing Girl by Guchiry

#spotify #spotify wrapped #spotify wrapped 2023 #eyestrain #(?)#hopefully I’m using the tag correctly #correct me if I’m not using the right tag or if doesn’t really need to be here

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t-the-ring-master · 5 months ago

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Facts about Hearts!

Last card! Sorry this took so long, burnt myself out lol, hopefully finishing this will fix my writers block a bit.

I am currently on a six hour drive, and so I’m bored, so if anyone wants to be match made to one of my OC’s just ask because I think that would be fun and help the creativity. Enjoy! (Update, made it to the destination 😎✌🏻)

Requests: closed

Warnings: mention of ownership ig? Not really but kinda servitude idk. Mentioned child out of wedlock(the prince wasn’t an affair baby, the queen just can’t have kids so hearts mother was a surrogate mother.) death. Time period status bigotry.

Asks: open

Tag list: none

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Was the servant of a duke in his home story. Was also the half brother of the prince.

He actually had a pretty good childhood. His master was actually very kind and let any children in his service go and play around the home and let the parents work in peace. The Duke couldn’t have children so in a way this was his way of being a grandfather.

Heart’s actually wasn’t originally supposed to be in servitude, but he was a half breed (a half breed back then wasn’t like… a species with a different species. Way back half breeds were children with parents whom came from different social classes. His mother was a noble and his father was a commoner. His mother was also the mother of the prince.)

And one of the officials/the kings nephew, decided that he would have the Duke buy the boy’s papers and have him work. Unknown to the nephew, the Duke actually knew Hearts father and were friends. He had hired Hearts’ father many times to paint portraits for his wife.

But due to laws, the Duke wasn’t able to sell Hearts papers back for cheep. So he basically raised Hearts as his own grandchild while his father worked. Sadly his father passed away when Hearts was fifteen and his mother had passed when he was a toddler.

The king -Hearts’ half brother’s father- wanted his son to know all his siblings, so he often had the Duke bring Hearts to meetings. The boy’s were very close growing up.

Hearts had many half siblings/honorary siblings.

Honorary ones were his half sibling’s siblings whom he wasn’t fully related to. He got along with most of them.

Had originally been engaged to a family friend of the Duke, but he fell for one of the council’s daughters.

Him and his finance agreed to split because she too liked someone else. (A poor low rank knight whom her family disapproved, so hearts would help her sneak out to meet him,)

His best friend Dean was engaged to the eldest daughter of the council man’s/the woman he was in love with father. Do he practically begged him to put a good word in for him.

It somehow worked. No, Hearts did not think it would. He is lowkey convinced his friend bribed someone.

His eldest brother, the Prince, teased him by asking when he’d be an uncle.

Hearts did it back because his brother wasn’t even dating.

Hearts got smacked.

He messed with a 6’7 skinny dude who could run in heels at full speed if he wanted to. He deserved it.

Now onto the angst and how he became a card.

A war had broken out and most of his friends and siblings were sent out to handle it, his now fiancée, ex fiancée’s husband and his fiancée’s youngest sister were the only one’s remaining behind, not counting the queen and his elder brother.

The enemies had been experimenting with odd crystals they had found in the mines which seemed to overtake area’s and even people if used correctly. This resulted in many being crystallized, including his friend Dean.

Hearts against orders had gone out to look for his friends, only to discover them crystallized in a cavern and unable to move them.

Giving up and not having resources he was forced to return to his homeland only to find everyone else crystallized. His brother now also being used as a battery for the crystals to thrive.

This led to Hearts spiraling into a two year search to find a cure only to give up and leave the palace to return to the dukes home to wait for the crystallization process to fully overtake him after he had started to show signs.

That is where he met Diamonds, whom told him his mistress offered a position as a card to the man.

Hearts, with little fight left and little care agreed after Diamonds informed him that the woman whom was called T, had a deal for him.

This was the start of his role as the card of hearts.

The deal was, if he scratched her back, she scratched his. If he worked for her, she’d allow him full freedom of story jumping so he could possibly find a cure. And once he found it, he’d be free to see his family whenever he liked.

Hearts took the deal quickly, little thought to the deal in his mind, even though it wasn’t much of a risk of T backstabbing him. She was a manipulator, not a traitor.

Hearts appearance changed pretty quick, his long dark blue low ponytail changed to a very curly high ponytail that was above the band of his mask. A blank canvas aside from the small red heart on the right cheek and grinning black painted eyes that were nothing but crescent moons facing down. A suit that mocked the traditional medieval jester costumes in red, black and blue also followed soon, with a gun holster on the side and boots.

He dark skin got paler due to the darkness the circus was often under, and rarely leaving his tent unless needed. He was reclusive for the first few months of his employment as a card.

His experimentation of the crystallization was given up after around 100 years, after failure after failure. This led him to feel shame and disappointment, so he never visited his home after that point.

Now onto the more light hearted facts!

Hates sour things. Like will actually heave if he had something that’s too sour.

His favorite animal is a whale shark. They didn’t exist in his home story, but when diamonds had a job in a more modern world setting, he took Hearts to an aquarium and saw one. He loved it.

He loves sweets, especially ones with salt on them. Tried salted caramel once and was hooked.

Likes to tease Clubs, and has made the poor kid cry before. Proceeded to act like a sibling who made their sibling start crying right as their mother got home.

Clubs: *Sobbing*

Hearts: SHHHHH, you can hit me back!

Hearts has youngest child syndrome, even though he’s a middle child. But to be fair he’s only a middle child between his half siblings.

Shockingly good with kids, but no one trusts him around them, because they’d somehow end up on a flag poll because he dared them.

Will in fact stoop to a 2nd graders level if they annoy him. Don’t let this man on Roblox.

Laughs when children fall down. But will help them up and check on them if they hurt themselves.

Can’t bake for crap, but is an amazing cook.

Hates birds, and they hate him.

Misses his big brother. He doesn’t know how the heck to do his hair.

Diamonds now has to put up with this man’s hair.

Him and Spades are always at each others throats. Hearts could tell right away that Spades likes T, so he likes to ‘tease’ him about it.

Yeah, Hearts has claw marks on his arms now. He should have thought about that before he messed with skinny, blonde, one eye Wolverine.

Has stolen Spades glass eye… he broke it.

Someone get this dude some therapy, he’s crying in the corner again.

Hearts: *Sigh* I miss my wife Spades

Spades: why the heck would I care-

He misses many things from his home, but he mostly misses Pops (the Duke that raised him)

Often goes with Clubs to his families graves, claiming he should honor someone’s dead, if not his own.

Doesn’t understand why Clubs leaves a flower at his ex wife’s grave.

He did in fact kick said ex wife’s grave. He has no regrets.

Him and T gossip about high society from their original stories over tea. It’s now tradition.

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Thats all folks! That’s the last card!

Again, if anyone wants to be match made to one of my OC’s asks are open. You can match make your own OC or yourself, idc. I’m just bored and won’t have anything to do really. I’m hoping they help with writers block.

#OC #OC facts #Joker of Hearts #T’s card #Hearts #OC headcannons #headcannons #fluff #angst #someone get him some therapy #finally done with this #matchups #asks open #matchups open

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OKAY. slightly more comprehensive and hopefully more useful tips for writing qmariana because the other post i made was kinda a mess. this one also is but hopefully less so. this is basically me expounding upon everything i already said + adding info from a lot of the tags i got on the original post pointing out stuff i didn’t mention

also going to mention again that a lot of this IS related to slimeriana because that’s the main flavour of qsmp fics i read BUT they should all work as general pointers. slimeriana are just gonna end up as my go-to examples for what i’m talking about. and second disclaimer that i barely speak even basic spanish so there are probs gonna be even more things i may have missed or messed up, i’m forging through with the power of youtube auto translate

all that said, here:

he’s not great at speaking english —

it is okay to write a character not being good at speaking a language! i don’t know why everyone seems to be fine with writing charlie speaking broken spanish but not the other way around. so many times i’ve seen him written as speaking perfect english and then just sometimes swearing or having a few lines of dialogue in spanish, if even that. that is simply just not how he talks

common things i personally have noticed mariana does: repeats words, says words that sound similar to the one he wants but not Quite [think words that rhyme or have a similar sound to them, like nipples and pimples lol], he’ll often get frustrated and switch back to spanish and just rely on the translator, especially for longer or more complex sentences/statements, there’ll sometimes be pauses between words or he talks slowly. he tries his best to speak english around the english speaking server members but again, will also just speak spanish and use the translator if he’s gonna be talking a lot

other small things: he swears quite a bit, and has a few favourites [namely mamahuevo (eng equivalent is cocksucker) is the one that comes to mind. and i don’t feel like i’m writing this out correctly but also chinga tu madre (fuck you/fuck your mother? i think?). in english the first one that comes to mind is motherfucker]. also calls kids mami/papi a lot, not even just juanaflippa

he’s almost always written as either too nice OR too mean —

he’s not a one-dimensional piece of paper just there to either dote on slime or make his life hell. he jokes and teases and he has a bit of a harsh sense of humour sometimes, but he’s very rarely malicious in his actions. if he’s really in the wrong about something he’ll get defensive, but will eventually end up apologising

that said, again, he’s not always nice! he gives as good as he gets when slime picks fights with him, he and bobby had a very playfully antagonistic relationship as far as i could tell. it’s like picking playful fights is part of his love language

he was always very sweet to juanaflippa though :D except a few teasing jokes here and there. he was a good dad, besides the murder JHVSJD

speaking of his sense of humour —

it can be very… blunt? for lack of a better word? he says some bizarre shit with a completely straight face. best example i can think of is him suggesting he and charlie could play a porn game together because they wouldn’t have to talk. obviously that’s cc not character, but it carries over. or, alternatively, the circumcision bit on day 1. basically if u watch charlie more, look at his sense of humour and translate it into spanish — there’s a reason they get along so well :D zero normal people in this relationship. the most you’ll get is them occasionally passing the “straight man” role back and forth, getting bewildered at each other but ultimately going along with whatever the bit is

he’s not a cheater! —

i know. i know ppl like the angst. but he never actually cheated on slime, not beyond being kinda flirty with other men but then pulling back and saying he was married whenever they returned that energy. he’s a bitch, but a loyal one /silly

but seriously, qmariana loves his family so much. he always wanted things to work out between him and slime. the only mc skin of his that actually shows his hands has him wearing his wedding ring, for christs sake. he’s not an absentee father, and he’s not a cheater, he just likes to joke flirt with his friends

he’s very open about his emotions! —

i have never once known this man to hide his feelings or be stoic in any situation. if he’s sad he cries, if he’s angry or frustrated he yells and swears, if he’s happy he laughs. if you are writing mariana as a person to keep his feelings hidden you are Doing It Wrong. the most he might do is hide one emotion behind another, but he’s almost always showing something

he LOVES music —

this man will sing at any given opportunity. he quotes song lyrics out of nowhere constantly. english, spanish, doesn’t matter, he loves music. it is literally always worth it to have him singing a lullaby to juanaflippa in a fic because it is both very in character and very cute

#.txt #qsmp #qsmp mariana #there we gooooo #this is better #still open for people to add or correct things in the tags #i just wanted a better post for my own peace of mind

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pluppsauthor · 1 year ago

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Ad Infinitum - Chapter One

Hey all! I said a while back I was bit by the writing bug, and here's a new WIP (Ad Infinitum, placeholder name). It's a science fiction story exploring some really cool astrophysics and mathematical phenomenon I find really interesting. I couldn't find a good way to split the first chapter into smaller amounts, so it's a bit long, enjoy!

(Tag list for writing: @illarian-rambling, @casualsuitturtle, @tildeathiwillwrite. Message me, or comment/reblog this saying you want to be on/off of the tag list)

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Captain’s Log, Entry 227 of Zanlith; Sent as a message to Planet Hurin of the Zgrthyn System.

Captain Zanlith communicating. (I swear, if one more person says or writes my name as “X-anlith”, I’m going to fly this vessel into a neutron star).

I’m sending this message to Planet Hurin, hopefully to Officer Falinx if my comms are set up correctly. I’m approaching the Zgrthyn star system soon (still don’t know how to pronounce it). We should arrive sometime within the next 10 of your solar years, if all goes well.

My crew is still on ice right now, and I’m sending this message through dreamlink, hopefully we have no need to wake before our arrival.

I’m keeping this message brief so as to not take up your time. Honestly, there isn’t much to report on besides the information stated above about our proximity. No news is good news... that’s a saying where I’m from, I don’t know how well it will translate.

Keep yourself busy for us, this is the S.S. Whitespace ending transmission.

***

I’m still a bit surprised by how boring being a captain can be sometimes. I know I was told extensively about how “Space faring crews often face boredom when traversing empty space or between star systems.” But I don’t think that saying was meant for humans.

Out of all of the space-flight capable species, humans are by far the shortest lived. Granted, we do have de-aging and life extension medical procedures and practices, but... it's still not close. There’s one species – my crew just call them “elves” as a joke for a few older fantasy creatures – they can live a millennium on average, one and a half if they’re lucky. Granted, that’s in earthen years. According to the sources I read, on their home planet they live around 200 years or so. They don’t look like an elf at all, not the typical ones written in fantasy stories at least.

They were the first other space-flight capable species we found and interacted with. Humans still had a lot of fear about other species being hostile or a threat, but that turned out wrong. By our definitions, the space elves are pacifists and would never have been a threat to us. Their vessel’s still possessed weapons, but it was a defensive measure not an offensive one.

I’m getting off track again. The one downside of sleeping on ice is not having proper medication. It isn’t a deal breaker for most people, companies tend not to hire people with severe medication issues as is anyway. The problem for me is I need some or else my brain is hard to control. At least sleeping on ice is quick, for the most part.

We managed to figure out a way to induce it in such a way that you can still dream, so that one can still utilise dreamlink technologies. What a life saver those are, being able to control your dreams and communicate to others outside of it. I suppose it’s not necessary, but without it I would have to be unfrozen every time I receive a message or update in navigation. Instead I receive the messages in my dreams and can choose whether to act on them in my dreams (such as sending replies to messages) or unfreeze myself, such as when I’m needed to aid navigation or something similar.

It's a shame though, since I need to remain alert and aware in my dreams, I can’t pass the time or experience any fantasy in my dreams. My crew, unless they are needed, can do whatever in their dreams. They could also just sleep without them if they only want to pass the time. But, the duties of a captain are required, even if I sometimes question how necessary they truly are.

*ALERT CAPTAIN*

Oh, great, just when I was talking about it, oh joy.

“Receive message.”

*NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEGUN EXPERIENCING ALTERED SPACETIME. NO VISUAL SOURCE, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE IN CLOSE VICINITY.*

Close!? I’ve never heard that before, how close is close!?

“Eject cryo-pod!”

*COMMENCING THAWING PROCEDURE, PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY THAWED TO MOVE*

I felt my body begin the unfreezing process. I never got used to it, probably never will either. At first, I felt it in my dream, it was like a strange simultaneous warmth and chill enveloping me. Then, the dream faded until everything was pitch-black. My senses returned to me, everything but my sense of temperature. It was required to remain numbed until after the patient was thawed, for discomfort avoidance.

Soon, my eyes were opened and I could hear. I couldn’t move until the pod was opened. Well, I could, but it was sluggish and ill-advised. I knew what was a dumb idea even in times like these. Honestly, it was probably nothing serious, the alert that is. Even if we only now began experiencing the pull of a nearby blackhole, we would be fine. Our thrusters aren’t being used as is, so we could always set them to maximum acceleration if needed. Even if that didn't work, we could always try and pull off a risky gravity sling around it to escape it.

I probably overreacted, but I’d never heard that alert before. I think my emotions got the better of me, oh well, I can just go to sleep after, if nothing’s wrong.

The pod finally opened and I involuntarily yawned, apparently only humans and other earthen species do that.

“Ship, status report.” I said as I shook off the chill and threw on my captain’s coat. At least that was a good perk, that coat is nothing else if not stylish.

“GOOD MORNING, CAPTAIN. NAVIGATION HAS PICKED UP A STRANGE BEND IN NEARBY RELATIVE SPACETIME, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE OR SIMILAR PHENOMENON. ALL OTHER SYSTEMS ARE WORKING AT 100% EFFECTIVENESS. WOULD YOU LIKE A STIMULANT OR NUTRITIONAL SUPPLEMENT?”

“No. Please send a message to the ship’s officers about the situation. Tell them they do not need to exit their cryo-sleep if they do not wish to.”

“CAPTAIN, OFFICER CLAYDE IS IN DREAMLESS SLEEP, DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO WAKE HIM?”

“No, do not disturb him. Also, send a liquid stimulant and my medication to the bridge.”

“UNDERSTOOD.”

Goodness, nobody turned the lights off in here? Wait, did they disable the automatic lighting!? Why!?

“*sigh* Ship, please turn on automatic lighting.”

“AUTOMATIC LIGHTING HAS NOW BEEN ACTIVATED. ALL LIGHTS IN AREAS OF NO LIVING ACTIVITY HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED.”

I swear I am going to kill whoever turned that off. How much power did that drain!? Oh... I’m going to have a headache at this rate. Anyway, after I put on my coat I briskly walked to the bridge. At least the gravity systems were still online. I swear I’m running a daycare instead of a starship sometimes. I heard some sounds of the thawing process as I left, at least someone decided to join me.

It didn’t take long to reach the bridge which was, unsurprisingly, unoccupied. The lights came on as I entered, as well as the displays. Sure enough, the displays showed the calculated path and the estimated path. The former was what was set before our previous departure, the latter was what I was warned about, a supposed undocumented blackhole.

Oh, there was even an estimated location for said blackhole. It was even asking me to send a report to the universal navigation system to update the new location of the blackhole. Seeing as it was undocumented, I allowed it to update the navigation systems.

However, while it did update the universal systems, so that all ships knew of this blackhole in case they travelled through this region, something was wrong with it. It looked like the navigation systems themselves were... shit, did they fritz themselves?

“I should’ve replaced it.” I muttered.

“Ship, are there any replacement navigation chips in the storage?”

A few moments of silence passed, only really a few seconds, but it felt horrible to wait through.

“NO CAPTAIN, LAST REPLACEMENT WAS USED 348 TERRAN YEARS AGO.”

“That long ago? Damn, no wonder it was fritzed.”

I heard someone entering the bridge, the sound of that door was indistinguishable.

“Zac, what the fuck was that message!? Undocumented blackhole!? How much time are we going to lose?”

Oh, that voice... Look, I don’t hate Officer Ani, I just wish she wasn’t a part of my crew.

“I don’t know, I heard it not long before I relayed it to you. We obviously aren’t near the event horizon, and we haven’t entered the region our thrusters can’t escape from. That being said... our chip is fried and we have no replacement. I think our best option is to manually redirect before returning to our original course.”

“The chip fried!? When?”

“Ship said 348 of our years ago.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Alright, move, let me take over.”

“You’re not even the navigational assistant, why are you telling me to move?”

“What? No, I’m going to fix the stupid chip. Shit... I need to grab some electronics. Don’t make it worse until I get back.”

She ran out of the room. I don’t know why she doesn’t use the ship for assistance as much as the rest of the crew, but... oh well.

Alright, looking at the displays... uh... oh, that’s not... great. It looks like the systems are really bad. I took a quick sip of something to help me focus, as well as taking my medicine for the same reason. They won't take effect for a little bit, but I know I’ll need them at this rate.

Okay, okay. Well, at least the readings are correct. None of the data has been corrupted, I can still use that to–

“I’m back, let me take a crack at that thing.”

“Hold on, give me a minute to figure this out.”

“Figure out what?”

“The navigation. None of the data is corrupted or altered, only the displays for it and how the ship is using the data. So I’m running some calculations to find a manual course to take to get us out of here. The situation is a bit worse than I thought it was, but it isn’t that bad, we’re still fine.”

“How bad is ‘bad’, if I may ask?”

“It’s bad when I can’t escape, manually or automatically.”

“Oh... it’s not good is it?”

“No, but it isn’t bad.”

“Thanks for the words of encouragement.”

I... I don’t know what to say anymore. I looked back at the displays and started typing in line after line of commands for the ship to take. Once they were set I double – triple checked them to make sure I hadn’t made any mistakes.

Then I hit enter.

“MANUALLY SHIP OVERRIDE, FOLLOWING ENTERED COMMANDS.”

*ERROR: NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN DAMAGED, FOLLOWING COMMANDS WITHOUT COMPUTER ASSISTED NAVIGATIONAL AID.*

“Yeah, I figured that would happen.”

“Well, if you aren’t using the navigation systems anymore, why don’t I rip them apart and put them back again?”

“*sigh* Yeah... sure, go for it.”

She started working her magic on the electronics down below the displays. I’m sure she knew what she was doing, seeing as she had been chief engineer for another ship for half a century or so. She even single-handedly hot-wired our ship when the electronics went down after a rough collision in an asteroid field.

“Oh, that chip is gone. There’s no saving that one. Let’s hope your commands work and make sure to purchase a few when we next dock.”

“The commands should work fine, assuming the data hasn’t been corrupted, but it doesn’t look like it has.”

“Did... did you run any kind of calculations to make sure it wasn’t corrupted?”

“. . . No?”

“ZAC!”

“Look, it was fine! I’ve seen that data hundreds– thousands of times before! I know what it looks like when it's corrupted!”

“ZAC!”

“What!?”

“LOOK AT THE DISPLAYS ALREADY!”

Following her panic, I looked at the displays. NONE of the numbers lined up with the commands I inputted and didn’t line up with where we should be. I quickly pulled up a back-up system that is meant to detect gravitational waves and alterations to spacetime. It was an older system, a legacy from earlier starships before the navigational chips became more advanced to account for all of that and more.

The data was so, SO, bad. According to what it was showing, we would soon enter a region in which our thrusters could not overcome the curve of spacetime. Maybe, MAYBE, we could try and orbit the blackhole while accelerating to escape. Our momentum couldn’t change instantly, so by the time we were to change directions we would already be in that region.

I checked how much fuel we still had left just in case. By the looks of, we had almost none that we could use for spare. Systems showed us as having just enough to make it to our destination if we followed the commands I already put in. The only problem with that is those commands will send us INTO THE BLACKHOLE!

“ANI! WAKE UP ANY OF THE NAVIGATIONAL PEOPLE, I’M GOING TO TRY AND FIX THE COMMANDS, GO NOW!”

Ani ran out without another word, leaving me alone for a moment in the bridge amidst chaos and panic, silent chaos and panic mind you, unless you count my numerous swears and panicked breaths.

As I quickly calculated a new path and made manual adjustments, I accessed the communications array and set it for all signal access.

“Alert! Alert! This is S.S. Whitespace, our navigation systems have been damaged and we are being sent into a... what appears to be a blackhole. I do not know if or when this message will reach you, but we are going to try and orbit the blackhole if we can not escape it, please send rescue as soon as possible! If we stop sending signals, assume we're dead. This message will now repeat!”

With that, I ended the message and set it to repeat. It won’t stop sending unless the communications systems go offline or we run out of power. That should help us in the worst case scenario, but for now, we need to get out of here!

I heard Ani’s footsteps as she rushed in, breathing heavily.

“Captain, I sent a message through dreamlink and forcefully woke up the entire navigation team, they should arrive soon I hope.”

I nodded.

“Good, I sent a message to anyone that can receive it, in the worst case we should receive rescue.”

“How would we be rescued if we fell in?”

“The only way we can be rescued is if we can’t escape, but can orbit it. Our only haven then would be a ship with a higher acceleration than us.”

“Well, let’s just hope we can escape.”

I continued to calculate a way out while making manual adjustments. We haven’t fucked up yet, or I guess I hadn’t fucked up yet since no one else was on the bridge beside an engineer made officer who knew about as much about navigation as I did about engineering, what a great pair.

First to come to the bridge was the officer for the navigation branch of our ship, Officer Clayde. If I had known what was happening, I would have woken him up beforehand, but no, I just had to value his beauty sleep.

“Captain, what is happening, why was I awoken and told about a navigation error!?”

“Just that Clayde, the chip was fried, we were approaching an undocumented blackhole and I made some course corrections based on the remaining data, which was also corrupted, and now we're falling into the blackhole instead. I need the navigation team here to help get us out of here.”

“WHAT!?”

Clayde, who hadn’t even finished putting on his uniform’s coat, ran to the co-pilot's seat, reserved for him for navigation. He pulled up more displays, looked at some of the ones I had up, and started plugging away at numbers and calculations. His fingers typed at an insane speed, as did his mind no doubt.

A few others came in later as well, Ani told them the situation as me and Clayde went back and forth on solutions. The bridge, which had been so calm and quiet a moment ago, was now in chaos as everyone was shouting commands and orders, coordinates and trajectories, all the while I was making manual inputs and commanding the ship to change every part of the flight controls, such as thruster angle, power output, fuel consumption, efficiency, everything I needed.

Who cares about fuel at this point!? We need to get out of here first, we can call for rescue when we’re out of here. We can’t if we’re dead.

The navigation team went to work on trying to help fix the situation, but nothing got better, we only managed to prevent it from getting worse.

“Captain, at this rate, we’ll run out of fuel and slowly drift spirally inward towards the singularity.” Clayde said. “Also, being this close is no doubt distorting time. The closer we are, the worse it’ll get obviously. More importantly, we may miss our rescue due to it coming and passing before we even notice it.”

I groaned, realising just how bad things were.

“How much fuel do we have left?”

“Not enough to get us out of here. We’re orbiting right now, but even if we use our momentum and set our thrusters to maximum output it won’t escape the gravitational well we’re in. In short, without rescue, the best case scenario is we’re stuck here, the worst case is we drift towards the blackhole.”

“Clayde, how much do you know about orbital mechanics and how they relate to large distortions with spacetime such as a blackhole.”

“Rotating blackhole, Captain.”

“Rotating?”

“Yes, I won’t bore you with the mathematics, but theoretical stationary blackholes are... well, theoretical. Based on how blackholes form, all of them should be rotating. A stationary one would no doubt be the end of our existence, since the singularity is a single point. But,” he continued “since it should be rotating, and based on all the mathematics I know, it not only pulls spacetime toward it, but also curves it. This brings me to my next point, we’re going against the curve.”

“That’s not good, but please elaborate.”

“Think of it as a current, Captain. If we were to go with the current, it would be easier to escape as we would move with the momentum of the blackhole’s curvature of spacetime. But since we’re against it, it requires much more force and acceleration we simply do not possess. We’re orbiting right now, but with a decaying acceleration. Sooner or later, it will decay until we reverse direction and fall in.”

“So, in short, we’re fucked?”

“Yes, Captain.”

The entire room fell silent as I held my head in my hands. I sighed and groaned, at least I didn’t have to panic anymore, now I just had to accept the reality before me.

“Captain,” Clayde continued, “I would recommend we cut the thrusters. We aren’t making any progress, besides wasting what little fuel we have. Also, I won’t bore the details now, but we may need fuel later, assuming we don’t die.”

I started gnawing on my finger out of stress, an old habit I never got rid of. There was too much happening, so much I almost consider this not to be reality. But, it couldn’t be a dream, that wasn’t possible. Not to mention, I could feel the pain of my teeth biting into my finger.

“Cut the thrusters! Ani, wake the rest of the crew up. We’re going to enter a blackhole.”

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Thanks for reading as always! ❤

Important note, I am not a physicist, astrophysicist, or have a phd in any related field. If, by chance, you are/have more knowledge than I do. PLEASE tell me any mistakes I have/may make now or in any future posts I make about this story. It is a science fiction story, but I want the science part to be accurate, if a little theoretical.

For everyone else, I hope you enjoyed! ❤

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