#Randy Sack

[cannibalisticvoyeurism]

Randy and Benson are both trans men actually and estrogen is what made them want to die! ❤️

i hope they find your body in a wet sack filled with stones at the bottom of the thames

[citricjoy]

when you think abt it. i bet if randy had sacked up and pulled a phantom thread w benson. benson would have gone along with it

[roadkillremi]

11 out of 11

Kinktober '23

Happy Halloween

Sub!Randy X F!Dom!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : Randy wants you after a few too many drinks. Characters are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Semi-Public sex, under aged drinking, language, phrase, p in V, unprotected, dry humping(?), Dom Reader, Randy looking down readers sweater. Semi proof-read.

A/N - Randy is dressed up as Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th Part 2, Reader is dressed up as Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street.

You held Randy's hand as he knocked on Stus' door. Stu answered with a beer in his hands, the music flooded from the door. His brown hair was gelled down and he has a leather jacket clinging to his figure.

"What are you supposed to be?-" Randy blurted. Stus eyes darkened a bit, "A greaser- Tatum wanted to be a pink lady or something... Plus don't I look hot?!" He did a little spin for you two.

"Sure-" Randy answered trying to push his way inside. Stu stopped him with his hand, "What are you two?.."

"Freddy and Jason-" Randy breathed. Stu tilted his head in confusion, you grabbed Randy's shoulder pulling him back.

"I'm Freddy. He's Jason. It stared with a dumbass argument over who would win-" you explained. Stu raised an eyebrow, "Very romantic-". Randy pushed his way through, he gripped his fake pitchfork in anger.

"It's fine. He's just being an ass" you practically yelled against the crowd. Randy plopped down on the couch, "He's always an ass.". You nodded, you leaned over and fixed the collar on his blue plaid shirt.

"You look very handsome." You tried to calm him down. His blue eyes looked up at you, "Thanks.. you look very hot.". You grinned, you fiddled with your red and green sweater. It was originally Dewey's, you asked to have it and he didn't mind. You spent all day toughing up the edges. Your brown hat sat on your head perfectly. You sat on the arm of the couch, Randy snaked his arm around your hips.

"Why do we come to his parties?" You asked observing everyone dancing and drinking.

"Cause you're friends with Tatum and Syd, and I have no friends-" he answered bluntly. You elbowed his shoulder, "You have friends-". He raised his eyebrows and leaned in close to you.

"Yes, the voices in my head" his eyes were wide. You rolled your eyes and smiled, "you got me..". He grinned and gave you a quick peck.

"I'm getting a beer, you gonna sit here or join me?" You got off the arm of the couch. You turned towards him holding out your hand. He took it, "Fine.". You attempted to pull him up before he pulled you back down. You landed on his lap with his arm wrapping around you.

"I guess Jason wins" he smirked kissing you. You leaned into his kiss, "Sure, just like how you're so dominant in bed-" you teased. You got up turning towards his shocked face.

"That was a low blow." He said pointing his finger at you. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his potato sack of a mask from his overall pocket. You pulled it over his face only showing his left eye.

"Come on, Jason." You grabbed his hand once more leading him to the kitchen. He followed right behind you, "That was still a low blow-".

"Oh, please! You tell Stu all the time about how you rail me" you exaggerated.

"Yeah well it's true." He whined.

"No, Randall. I rail you." You said looking into his one visible eye. You pushed past some partying teenagers. You leaned over the kitchen island grabbing some beers laid out.

"Now let's go shit talk while getting drunk-" you lead back to the living room. Randy happily followed you back to his original spot.

It's been about two hours, Randy was absolutely shit faced. His masked lay forgotten on the floor, he took a sloppy sip of his beer. You leaned against him looking at the remaining people. Randy leaned towards you his forehead resting against your temple.

"Alright, Jason Voorhees?" You asked glancing at him.

"mhm.." his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You sure? Do you need to go home?"

"No" he breathed. He paused for a second, the heat radiated off of him.

"Just drunk. Plus I have a clear shot of your boobs-" he laughed. You scoff pushing him back, "You pervert-".

"No! You're my girlfriend so" he dragged out his so before sipping his beer. You smiled taking the bottle from him. You placed it on the coffee table next to all the other bottles.

"You know the next party is your turn to be a sober driver-" you reminded. He nodded, "Aye-Aye, Captain.". He chugged down the rest of his beer, you looked down at your half full bottle. It was your second one, you sighed leaning into Randy.

Tatum and Stu appeared around the corner laughing. Stu noticed you two and stopped, "I'm kicking everyone out. You two can stay! Imma go have sex!" He smiled walking around announcing people have to leave.

Randy grinned and leaned close to your face, "Bottoms up!". You chuckled before chugging down the rest of your beer. Randy smiled pulling you into his lap. His hands lazily held your hips, "Mm, would you be against sex right now?". You raised an eyebrow, Randy was obviously hard underneath you, you never noticed due to his baggy overalls. The denim of his bulge pushed against your shorts.

"Randy, can't you be patient?" You whispered. Your fingers slid down the side of his face. He gently bucked his hips up, you closed your eyes trying to contain yourself.

"Please?..." His bottom lip pushed out. You leaned down gently biting his bottom lip. You pulled back snagging the lip a bit. His eyes widened at you, his hand got Shakey. You smirked leaning in to kiss him again, "Remember the rules?". He nodded and continued kissing you, his hands digging into your hips.

"Repeat them to me-" you backed up far enough to stop kissing him. He whined, "I know them-".

"Repeat them-" your voice went stern. He took a breath, "Ask permission to come. Ask to touch you.". You smirked, "Good boy .". His lips parted, "But now we're gonna have to add some." You grinned. His brows knitted together, "huh?".

"We're at a party with some.. stragglers." You whispered glancing into the dining room. Some of Stu's buddies were still talking to him. You kinda felt bad for Tatum, she crossed her arms waiting for him to finish. You turned back to Randy, "You know how I tell you it's okay to moan?".

He nodded, "Today you can't. Can't let em hear us. Got that?" You whispered. He pouted, "okay.".

"If anyone comes over here. Pretend you're asleep." You added. He nodded, you leaned into him kissing him once more. He groaned sinking his hands down to your ass. You dug your hips down into his bulge well moving his hands back to your hips. He let out a sigh feeling some form of friction.

"All this for me... Such a good boy" you whispered to him. He nodded frantically, you dragged your hips up and down his erection. He bit his lip holding in his whines, "Want more." He whispered. You smirked, "I need full sentences.".

"I.. want more.. I want you on my cock.." he breathed out. You slowly unclasped his overalls, you lifted your hips causing him to let out a whine. You shot a look at him causing him to silence. You peeked over to see Stus friends gone, you hoped Stu and Tatum were upstairs now.

You sat up on your knees dragging his overalls down past his hips. You laughed softly at his Riddle Batman boxers. You placed your hips down onto his boxers. He closed his eyes tilting his head back. His Adams apple moved up and down.

"Tease-" he grumbled. You grabbed his jaw squishing his cheeks a bit.

"Excuse me?" You lifted your hips up again. He let out a soft huff, "Please fuck me.". You grinned, "much better.". You took his throbbing dick out of his boxers. The pre-come dripped out costing the tip.

"Such a pretty boy..." You cooed. He let out a quiet moan in response. You unbuttoned your shorts quickly getting up to take them off, you took your underwear off as well. You shoved them beside his thigh close to the cushion so they couldn't be seen. You straddle his hips gripping his shaft. You dragged his tip through your folds.

Randy groaned tilting his head back down. You quickly covered his mouth, "They can hear us-". Randy didn't seem to believe you but nodded. You slowly sunk down onto him, you uncovered his mouth. His lips fell open letting out a string of moans. You glared down at him, you grabbed your underwear shoving it in his mouth.

You smirked, "Now that's a pretty sight.". You continued to move your hips in small circles. Your breathing became rough as you tried not to moan. Randy's nails dug into your hips urging for you to keep going. You started raising your hips and falling back down. His eyes rolled into the back of head, you grinned and continued.

His hand tugged on your sweater as you rode him. You glanced down at him with a smile, "Wanna touch me?". He nodded, "Good boy." You lead his hand inside your sweater. He cupped your breast with his right hand, the other was still holding your hip. You reached around your back unclasping your bra with some miracle. The garment loosened in your sweater allowing Randy to move it aside and grasp onto your chest. His thumb rubbed against your perky nipple in circles.

"Mm, that's it... Next time you run your mouth to Stu. Tell him the truth, alright? That you're my little sex toy-" you exhaled sharply. Randy nodded, sweat built up on his forehead. He groaned against the cloth and bucked his hips upward repeatedly.

"Fuck!" Moans spilled out of your mouth. You bit your lip not being able to hold back.

"God, Randy!" You clenched around him. You heard a door slam causing you to pull the throw blanket over you and Randy. You laid down against his chest and pulled your underwear out of his mouth. You felt a warm ooze enter your core, you groaned softly causing Randy to smirk.

"See they're asleep!" Tatum whined. Stu crept down the stairs seeing you two on the couch.

"I swear I heard something-" he mumbled.

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[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let's just cut to the chase, the main character "(y/n)" is Sidney Prescott's little stepsister, yeah? Well, what happens when she takes Sid's place as the final girl? A whole lot. Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the copy righted owners of the Scream franchise. The only creative input I had in this fan fiction was the part of (y/n), almost everything else can be found in the movie. Follows the movie very closely. I mean the actual movie, not the script. Obviously switching out some parts to fit the narrative. It takes a couple of chapters to really get it kicking but I promise it gets good. *NO SMUT* these are still high school students and I do not want to overtly sexualize KIDS! And if you make the argument of "I'm not a kid" I'm 18 been there, done that, don't try it.

  "Hello, who is it?" I asked into the large telephone. 

"No one in particular..." Sounds like another one of the boys' prank calls.

"Okay Mr. No one in particular, any reason for the call?" 

"No reason in particular, just wanted to talk." 

"Hmm okay then talk," I said as I swiveled around in my chair.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy but oddly pitched voice asked. 

"Oh I've got plenty but you might want to sit down, it'll take a while." 

"I've got time." 

"Ya know, stuff like Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw. Then there's creature features like The Thing. B-horror like Slumber Part Massacre or Sleepaway Camp." I finally finish my rambling when I hear my step sister and her boyfriend in the other room. 

"Do you really like scary movies?" 

"Oh yeah definitely but I think it's mainly because of my step sister's friends?" 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah, I mean I always liked horror but they really got me into it. Especially our friends Randy, Billy and Stu, they're crazy about that stuff!" I said as I flopped down onto my bed. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing with all those guys?" 

"They're not a lot of guys, if anything it equals out our group," I said, completely avoiding the whole 'pretty girl' thing... that was kind of weird. 

Hearing a knock at my door completely startled me. 

"Oh um hey I have to go but feel free to call me back anytime," I whisper into the phone quickly placing it back on the body. 

It was obvious the person on the line was saying something before I hung up but I didn't bother to listen 

  In popped Neil's head from the other side of the door. "Hey kiddo who ya talking to?" He said as he looked around. "Hm? Oh no one, what's up Neil?" I asked, now back in my desk chair. Neil was a good guy, I'm glad he and my mom started dating, they actually just got engaged! I think I was more excited about it than my step sister, Sindey, she's still grieving. "Just got done talking to your sister, I'm going to hit the sack, remember I'm not back until sunday. Cash on the table and call if you need anything," He said waiting for me to say something. "Alright got it Neil, have fun at the expo!" I waved him off before he closed the door. 

  My mom and I didn't move to Woodsoro until she really started dating Neil. It's always just been her and I for as long as I can remember, but it feels good to be part of a complete family again. I missed our old home at first with all my friends and family but Sid quickly took me under her wing. I met all of her friends including Stu, Tatum, Randy and Sid's boyfriend Billy. I'll admit it was weird at first because they just saw me as the little step sister but once Randy and I went on a ranting debate about which was the real pioneer of Slasher; Texas Chainsaw or Black Christmas, it got a lot easier. Even though Stu and Billy were pretty cute I'll never be used to Stu's wild energy, nor Billy's slightly shady behavior.

  The next morning didn't go quite as expected... There were reporters, cameras, and news vans posted up all around school. Sid and I were freaked the moment we got off the bus. She was looking around bewildered by everything going on until we spotted one woman in particular, Gale Weathers. To say the least, Weathers was a total bitch towards Sid's mom's name. 

"Can you believe this shit?!" We heard a voice pop up from behind us. Sid totally jumped. 

"Tatum, what is going on?" Sidney asks, waving her arm out to the school. 

"Yeah, since when was Woodsboro flooded with reporters?" I looked over at Tatum, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"You don't know?" Tatum asked both of us, a hint of amusement on her face.

"No," Sid and I said in unison, still confused. 

"Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night," She said with a harsh but light tone just above a whisper. 

"What?! No way!" Sid softly exclaimed. 

I was too shocked to say a single word so I just listened. 

"And we're not just talking killed, we're talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open, from end to end," Tatum talked about it with entertaining ease, like it was just gossip. 

I think I'm going to be sick. 

"Casey Becker, she sits next to me in English," Sid said looking over at her best friend. 

I think you mean sat, Sid. I thought. 

"Not anymore," Said Tatum with a wobble of her head. 

She went on saying, "It's so sad, her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside." Shoving her hands near her stomach. 

"Oh my god," Sid said as she reached for the back of her neck, probably to feel the goosebumps that appeared. 

"Do they know who did it?" I finally asked, feeling the urge to know. 

The two looked over at me with Tatum saying, "Fucking clueless, I mean they're interogating the entire school? Teacher, students, janitors." 

"They think someone at school did it?" Sid asked

"They don't know, I mean Dewy was saying this is the worst crime he's seen in years. Even worse than-" Tatum paused when I nudged her side, "Well, it's bad." She finished. 

The bell signaling the start of the first period rang.

"C'mon Sid, we gotta get to class..." I said as I lightly grabbed her hand, giving it a slight reassuring squeeze. 

"Yeah, alright..." She responded, removing her hand from mine. She's just going through a lot right now. 

  Sitting through the first period is weird when you have a seat that was right behind a dead person. Not Casey Becker but Steve Orth. He'd ask me for a pencil or notes every day because he forgot his. Claimed it was because of football practice. Soon enough the five minute bell for next class rang. A class that didn't have any dead students.

  Walking to my locker to rotate my books I was blocked by none other than Stu Macher. 

"Hey, (y/n)," He drawled out my name with a big smile, "Whatcha up to?" 

"Getting my books Stu, same thing you should be doing." 

"C'mon, you're not still upset with me, are you?" He asked with a fake pout 

"Yeah actually I am Stu!" I shouted in a whisper 

"I couldn't help myself, I mean look at you?" He said as he squished my face. 

Swatting his hand away I said, "That's no excuse!" 

"You can be such a prude," he said as he leaned his head on my locker. 

"No, it's called being a good friend with a balanced moral compass that can see when her friend's boyfriend is about to cheat with her." I huffed as I slammed my locker door. 

"C'mon, (y/n)! You can't stay pissed forever! You'll come around eventually!" Stu shouted after me. 

"Like hell I will!" I shouted back. No matter how abundantly clear my feelings for him are, I would never do that behind Tatum's back.

[mads-weasley]

30. Another Life

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Word Count: 2.1K

They moved through the forest in near silence. Hvitserk walked a few steps in front of the group, his head tilted just enough to show he was listening to everything—the crunch of snow, the whisper of wind, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.

Randi still held tightly to Runa. Her eyes flicked nervously to every shadow, every darkened shape along their path. The little girl had grown quiet, her head drooping as she rested against her mother's shoulder. Her tiny fingers curled into Randi's cloak as she drifted to sleep.

After a while, Randi let out a shaky breath. "How much farther?"

"Not long," Hvitserk answered without looking back. "We'll cut through the ridge and it's a straight shot from there."

"Where are we going?" Randi asked.

"There's a boat waiting to take you to Lindholmen. You'll be safe there."

Nodding, Randi readjusted Runa on her hip.

Eira glanced at her and noticed her arms had begun to tremble from holding Runa's weight for so long. She reached out, steadying her. "Here, let me—"

Before she could finish, Hvitserk turned on his heel and stopped before them. "Give her to me."

Randi pulled her daughter closer. "I—"

"You can trust me," he said simply, his voice softer now. "I won't drop her. I swear it."

Randi swallowed and let her gaze flick over to Eira, who gave her a reassuring nod. After a long pause, she carefully shifted Runa forward and handed her over to Hvitserk.

He took the child with ease, adjusting his grip before hoisting her onto his shoulders in one fluid motion. "There," he muttered as Runa stirred slightly, mumbling sleepily before resting her cheek against his head. "Much better, yes?"

Eira bit back a smile at the sight. It was almost comical seeing the warrior— a Ragnarsson, no less—carrying a half-asleep child on his shoulders like an older brother rather than a feared fighter. But what struck her more was how natural he looked doing it, how easily he had taken on the responsibility without hesitation.

It reminded her of that day in Astrid's house with her children. He seemed like a natural with them, despite his warrior reputation.

"Thank you," she murmured, rolling her shoulders with a sigh.

Hvitserk shrugged and adjusted Runa's small legs so she wouldn't slip. He glanced sideways at Eira, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "She sleeps like Bjorn after a night of drinking."

"That's an interesting comparison."

Hvitserk's smile widened just slightly, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. "Just an observation."

Eira nodded and walked beside him as they continued through the forest. Randi walked close behind, her eyes never leaving her daughter. The trees loomed around them, casting long shadows across the snow-covered ground.

For a while, they walked in silence again, the only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the soft whistle of the wind through the branches. Eira found herself glancing at Hvitserk every so often, and after a few times, he caught her.

Hvitserk's lips pulled into a quick, half-smile before it fell. "You were quick to trust me back there."

"You expected me not to?"

"I wasn't sure," he said quieter as his eyes fell to the snowy forest floor. "Figured you'd still be angry at me."

Was she?

Eira chewed on her cheek. "I'm not."

"You're...not?"

Her eyes trailed to where Runa's hand was curled into Hvitserk's hair, and she fought a smile. She instead raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want me to be?"

"No," he breathed, giving her a lopsided smile. "No."

Hvitserk glanced back at Randi. She walked a few steps behind them, clutching the small sack of her and Runa's things with a vacant look in her eyes.

"I hate this."

Eira's brows furrowed. "Hate what?"

"This," he let go of one of Runa's legs and gestured around them with his hand. "That she lost her husband and has to leave her home." His voice grew colder, his eyes hardening. "Because of my brother."

She sighed, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. "I know."

A soft whimper broke the silence.

Runa shifted in her sleep, her small fingers tightening in Hvitserk's braids before she mumbled something incoherent against his hair. Instinctively, his hand rose to steady her.

Eira's chest ached at the sight.

Even after she'd seen it over and over, his gentleness...it still sent a flutter in her stomach. She'd felt his gentle touch herself, and she hated how she thought of the moment often.

As the path stretched on, their pace slowed, their feet numb against the freezing snow. Eira walked beside Randi now, her arm wrapped around the woman's shaking frame as Hvitserk walked ahead. Earlier, he slid Runa from his shoulders and held her against his chest, covering her small frame with his cloak.

The trees soon thinned, and the land sloped downward toward the river. A dock was visible in the distance where a boat was waiting.

"Thank the gods," Randi groaned.

Eira followed suit, exhaling in relief. They were almost there.

Hvitserk slowed his steps and turned slightly toward her. "Do you remember what I told you?"

Eira nodded. "You're going to speak to the boatman alone first."

Hvitserk adjusted Runa in his arms, glancing at Eira with an amused flicker in his eyes. "You do listen."

"I do when it's important." Eira sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

He huffed a quiet chuckle, but the humor didn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze flicked to the boatman waiting at the dock, the torchlight reflecting off the water behind him.

"Stay here," he murmured. "If something's wrong, take Randi and run. I'll handle it."

Eira's stomach twisted. He spoke like it was nothing, like throwing himself into danger was as natural as breathing. Before she could say anything, he exhaled sharply and looked at her.

"Here," he said as he carefully handed Runa into her arms.

Eira stiffened instinctively, adjusting her grip as the girl murmured sleepily against her shoulder. Her tiny fingers curled into Eira's cloak. The warmth of her little body pressed against Eira's chest, and for a moment, she simply held her, listening to her soft breaths.

When she looked up, Hvitserk was watching her with something she'd never seen in his gaze. It was something quiet...thoughtful.

Without another word, Hvitserk turned and made his way toward the boatman. He stuffed his hands beneath his cloak, a hand on his sword as he approached.

Eira held Runa tighter, her fingers absentmindedly smoothing over the girl's soft curls.

"You have feelings for him," Randi whispered, breaking the silence.

Eira's eyes snapped to Randi's face as her heart lurched. "What?" she whispered harshly. "I do not."

For the first time since Arne's death, her lips twitched into a faint smile, a knowing one. "You do," she said softly. Her gaze shifted to Hvitserk's figure as she spoke to the boatman. "I see it, Eira...You look at him the way I—"

Tears filled her eyes, but she continued anyway. "The way I used to look at Arne."

No. That can't be true.

Eira opened her mouth to deny it again, to tell Randi that she was wrong, but the words wouldn't come. The memory of Hvitserk's touch was still too vivid; the feel of his arms around her as she broke down, the way his fingers had brushed her hair back so gently, so...protectively.

Eira swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. "I—I can't...I don't feel that way about him," she stammered. "He's..."

"He's his own man," Randi finished softly. "I see it now. He's not his brother."

"Randi—"

In a moment of clarity, one seemingly free from the clutches of grief, Randi grabbed Eira's shoulders. "Do not let this go to waste. Life is too short to—" She shook her head as her throat tightened. "Too short to waste."

Eira stared at her, Randi's grief-stricken eyes reflecting a truth Eira wasn't ready to face. How could she admit to herself, let alone Randi, that she felt something for him...for Hvitserk Ragnarsson?

Her gaze flicked to him as he spoke to the boatman in the distance, his head tilted in the way he did when he was listening closely. The torchlight danced across his face, casting shadows over his features. He looked so much like his father in that moment, and it made her chest tighten.

It was unfair, really. He was unfair.

Before she could deny it again, Randi's fingers tightened on her shoulders. "I know you're scared," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But you deserve happiness too, Eira." Her eyes drifted to Runa, who slept soundly in Eira's arms. "Don't wait until it's too late."

Before she could respond, Hvitserk's voice cut through the stillness, and they both snapped their attention back to the dock.

"It's all clear," he called, waving them forward. "He's ready to leave as soon as you're aboard."

The words were simple, but the way his eyes softened when they met hers made Eira's stomach twist painfully. She turned away before he could see the war raging within her, her thoughts tangled in a knot she couldn't even begin to unravel.

Randi's face crumpled as she looked at the small boat bobbing in the water. Her eyes filled with tears, but she straightened her shoulders and wiped them away with trembling fingers. "Alright. Let's go, Runa. Time to be brave."

Eira carefully handed the child back to her mother, her heart clenching in her chest as Runa's sleepy eyes fluttered open. The girl blinked up at her, confusion flickering across her face. "Eira? Where are we going?"

Eira forced herself to smile. "On an adventure, remember? Just like a shieldmaiden."

Runa's gaze brightened with excitement, and she clung to her mother's cloak, nodding fiercely. "Like Lagertha."

They made their way down the dock, the wood creaking beneath their boots. Hvitserk stood near the boatman with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Eira watched him, and her pulse quickened as she remembered the words she and Randi had shared. How could she have feelings for him? For someone tied to so much pain?

She already knew the answer.

And as she took in his protective stance and attention to their safety, her heart betrayed her. Hvitserk wasn't standing here for his own gain. He was risking his life to save them, to protect Runa and Randi...to protect her.

She hated how her heart fluttered at the thought.

Randi hesitated where stood at the edge of the dock, her eyes flicking to the dark waters below. Tears filled them once more as she thought about what she was leaving behind...the memories, their home, Arne...

"Thank you...for everything, Eira," she shakily called. "I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

Eira's vision blurred with tears, and she pulled Randi into a tight embrace. "Be safe. And take care of that little shieldmaiden."

"I will," Randi whispered, her voice breaking. "I promise."

She climbed into the boat, settling Runa in her lap. The little girl looked back at Eira, her eyes wide and confused. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Eira's throat tightened, and she fought with everything inside her to keep her composure. "Not this time, Runa. But be brave, okay?"

"I'll be brave," Runa said as her lip quivered. "Just like you."

The little composure she had left shattered, and she had to look away before the tears fell.

Hvitserk approached the edge of the dock. "The boatman will take you to Lindholmen. It's safe there, and they're good people. You'll be alright."

"Thank you...Hvitserk. I never thought I'd say that to a Ragnarsson."

His lips twitched into a sad, crooked smile. "Neither did I."

She gave him a nod, her eyes lingering on his face before moving over his shoulder. "Take care of Eira. She's strong...but she needs someone to be there for her."

"I'll do my best."

The boatman soon pushed off the dock, the water rippling as the boat began to drift away. Runa's small hand waved back at them, her fingers wiggling in the cold air. Eira and Hvitserk watched in silence, their shadows stretching across the snow-covered ground as she waved back.

As the boat disappeared into the fog, the moment crashed down on Eira, and a tear trickled down her cheek. Hvitserk's warm hand was cradling her face before she even noticed it had fallen, his touch soft as he wiped away the tear.

"They'll be safe," he murmured, dropping his hand from her face and stepping back slightly. His eyes roamed the forest around them. "It's too cold to go back tonight. I have somewhere we can go."

She blinked away the rest of her tears. "Where?"

"Remember me telling you about that hunting cabin?"

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[mentohol-blog]

Chronological thoughts on this week's Smackdown now that we were finally able to watch.

Wade and Tessitore are practically sitting in each other’s lap.

Did they have to start the show by hurting us? Kevin’s tough. But still. Heartbreaking. I’m sure it’s a scary and uncertain time for him and his family. Wishing them all the best.

Take your shirt off, Aldis! You’re obviously still hella ripped.

Randy’s a true company man. This VIVIDLY brought the lyrics of “16 Tons” to mind. And now I’m picturing him as a coal miner.

Are we gonna get Solo v Randy at Mania? Please? Pretty please? (I want it even more now that I’ve seen a ton of folks online complaining about the possibility).

Raquel is GORGEOUS.

The top is off, Maxxine can’t be stopped now.

Nevermind 😭

Kayden and Katana 😍 They’re so incredible. I wish they would win, but I know they won’t. Honestly not feeling Bayley and Lyra.

I won’t get my hopes up that Michin and B-Fab will win, but a person can dream.

I am so incredibly pumped for this Damian/ McIntyre fight! Also, I think Drew might be a crow with all this jewelry hoarding.

Sometimes I like to think about how, if you were to fully buy into kayfabe, WWE is such an unsafe workplace. No way are they passing an OSHA inspection. Also, HR needs to be sacked.

Fénix is so impressive. Really fun to watch!

Naomi looks fantastic, but I do have to say that middle school me would have paid the big bucks for all those razor blade accessories.

Please tell me this match being at Smackdown doesn't mean Street Profits don't get a Mania match. Dawkins and Montez deserve their moment.

What do you think Knight’s cup size is?

When will my beloved (Tonga Loa) return from the war (injury)?

We also bought nosebleed tickets to Smackdown before Mania during the show, so it's gonna be four straight days of wrasslin and I can't WAIT. 4 days until we start the drive to Vegas!

[firecrackerhh]

FICTION DOES NOT MAKE YOU DO ANYTHING. IF SOMEONE CHOOSES TO DO HORRIFIC THINGS, I don’t care what they say, THE FICTION THEY CONSUME IS NOT FUCKING RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT, I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.

Danny phantom did not encourage Randy Stair to do anything, Chris Chan is a severely autistic individual who clearly has problems with differentiating between fiction and reality (WHICH ISNT ANYONE’S FUCKING FAULT) invader Zim’s creator never encouraged anyone to do some wack shit like that (ITS A CARTOON) Lily Orchard clearly had fucking issues LONG before Stockholm was fucking created if you want me to be frank, and frankly I don’t give a shit what she wrote, clearly what’s she done to people in real life is of far more of importance than whatever fucked up shit she writes! A CHILD TAKING THEIR LIFE BECAUSE OF A VIDEO GAME IS NOT ON THE CREATOR!

Swear to god dude, these people always try to point out how fiction affects reality by pointing out situations where the people involved clearly have fucking mental problems!

Not everyone online is a schizophrenic, or a child, or severely autistic, or whatever the fuck Lily Orchard’s problem is, or someone who clearly had problems going on inside their head like Randy fucking Stair, not everyone online is a fucking retard who can’t tell the fucking difference between fiction and fucking reality!

Shut your retarded fucking mouth! Maybe the only ones having issue with reality and fiction right now is you!

These people wanna act like they’re soooooo intelligent when in reality these fucking Neanderthals barely understand basic fucking media literacy, but sure, suuuuuuuure, it’s everyone else who has to be fucking sheltered away from all the bad media because obviously if it never existed all our problems would just fucking disappear! That’s TOTALLY how it works right? Right!?

You people are so fucking retarded I legit wonder how tf you ‘people’ qualify as human beings!

I may like sweeney todd but I’m not just gonna go out and fucking KILL PEOPLE! But that’s cuz, yknow, I’m not a fucking retard.

It isn’t sweeney todd that fills me with burning rage and contempt towards the stupidity of the human fucking race, it’s people like you.

You retarded sacks of shit could barely analyze a fucking Blues clues episode but you want to think you’re so much smarter than everyone else because you can point out that obviously mentally ill people can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality?

Posts like this…these idiots are barely more fucking intelligent than the people they shit talk, the lack of self awareness is fucking appalling, downright embarrassing.

[ants-personal]

ough benson who hasnt let someone just touch him he always controls it never more than necessary when chasing a finish with the many nameless sack of shits he ends up uses but he doesnt let them cling or hug or grasp him he throws thier arms and hands off their touch makes his skin crawl like hes got bugs under it and no mayter how hard and hot the water they dont go away

He hates the shits at bbbs when they try and touch him a simple pat him on the shoulder has him nearing white blinding anger that he suppresses with a crack of his neck telling them to simply fuck off

He never gets touched by his mom anymore no hugs or fingers through his hair and somehow the thought of it now while comforting would make him cringe and flinch away maybe its cause on one hand hes to old for that and on the other he doesnt deserve it the comfort of a mother who doesnt even want him anyways

and then theres randy who at the very beginning never initiated touching him he lets benson touch him in anyway he wants punching caressing choking grabbing and throwing him around and randy never puts his hands on him like he knows trying would piss him off more he needs to be in control of how and when so it made him jump the first time randy did it was simple really he just slumped against him while driving half asleep hand finding his to run his fingers back and forth it shouldnt have caused benson to almost swerve off the road cursing inwardly and trying to calm himself cause hes not feeling white hot anger or cringing he doesnt even have to the urge to shove randy off and tell him to lay the other way instesd he wants to pull him closer wrap an arm around his shoulders and its fucking terrifying

[strawberrynightmere]

Random Wizardess Heart theory, opinions, question dump!

I think that if Randolph wasn't the reason a terrorist organization was formed (spoilers, he was too lenient with the future leader before the organization was formed) and the ministry would still try to sack him, he might use blackmail. Think about it, Randolph is someone who was there when the kingdom was formed, before the academy, and the ministry of magic justice were formed, so it wouldn't be a surprise if he knew something wouldn't want anyone to know. He wouldn't be proud of it, but if they try to kick him out without a reason, then he's not above blackmail.

The theory that Schyuler is Lucas's dad doesn't make much sense, but it does make good fanfiction. A royal mage and a princess fall in love and have a secret relationship, but the princess becomes pregnant and dies at childbirth. Now, the ex royal mage is hiding their son because the king wants him or both of them dead.

Liz/MC is scared of Viggo and has tried to avoid him. If we had Season 12, a) Viggo would not be a dateable character or b) he would be, and Liz would be forced to interact with him. It would be an interesting case because she wasn't taking Lucas bs and was only scared of Azusa a bit later in his route.

Since Liz/MC has the goddess of time powers, if she gets critically injured, she can reverse it like the antagonist girl from an anime I completely forgot the name of. Edit: it's Tokisaki Kurumi.

Serge is traveling the world with Randy after the sequel, and that should've been mentioned unless the sequel isn't canon.

Since there's many subtypes of dragons in the game, was the dragon of time a subtype, or was he considered an "actual" dragon?

Professor Schyuler unofficially adopted Guy and Liz/MC.

Even though Klaus is an asshole, he genuinely wanted to help Elias to think outside the box. He also used to take the most responsibility as a Goldstein since he believed Alphonse wouldn't take it seriously, which also fed into Elias' insecurities.

I also don't believe Klaus needed a sequel AND a second route, either pick one or none.

I believe if the writers did care about Liz/MCs passion to be a beast tamer, they would use it every time Zuse summoned a random magic creature, like Liz/MC would just ask the magic creature if they're doing alright and the said creature would end up crying to her about how they a rough week and that the unsolicited summon was their breaking point.

Well, that's it for now.

[killingthepartthatcringes]

Here’s the Almost, Maine infodump:

Prologue: Ginette and Pete are dating but not officially. Ginette goes to ask Pete but accidentally says that she loves him, which she means but didn’t intend to say. Awkward silence. Pete loves her too! Ginette snuggles up to him and says that she is as close to him as possible. Pete says no because the earth is round. Ginette walks away.

Scene 1 (Her Heart): East is about to go to bed when he sees someone in his yard. He goes to investigate and meets Glory, who is there to see the northern lights. They get to talking. Apparently She’s there to say goodbye to her ex-husband, Wes. He left her and her heart broke so she needed an artificial one. Wes came back a year later and said he wanted her back but she couldn’t take him back because the artificial heart can only pump her blood. Wes ran out and got hit by a bus. She believes that the northern lights are the torches of the recently departed on their way to Heaven and that it takes three days to get there. At some point East kisses Glory, but I don’t know exactly when. But anyway he decides to fix her heart, which turned into slate and now inhabits a grocery bag she carries with her. The northern lights appear. Glory gets her closure while East is fixing her heart.

Scene 2 (Sad and Glad): Jimmy is at the local pub thing, the Moose Paddy, where he sees his ex-girlfriend, Sandrine, and tries to talk to her. Apparently she is at her bachelorette party and she just went to the bathroom. Jimmy gets their waitress so they can celebrate. Sandrine notices that Jimmy has a tattoo. The tattoo says Villian. It’s supposed to say Villain because Jimmy thought he did something horrible to drive Sandrine away. Sandrine leaves. The waitress comes. The waitress is named Villian.

Scene 3 (This Hurts): Marvalyn goes to put the ironing board at the boarding house she is staying at away and accidentally hits Steve in the head. Steve can’t feel pain. Marvalyn kisses Steve but she has a boyfriend. Her relationship is falling apart. Steve points this out. Marvalyn goes to finally put the ironing board away and hits Steve in the head again by accident and he can feel pain now.

Scene 4 (Getting It Back): Gayle and Lendall have been together for eleven years and Gayle wants to break up so she is returning all the love he gave her and asking for all the love she gave him back. She is carrying in multiple huge sacks. He goes and gets a tiny little bag. Gayle freaks out. She is breaking up with him because she suggested marriage, he got all quiet, and Marvalyn said that told her all she needed to know. In the bag is a tiny box. In the box is a ring. Lendall didn’t know what to do with all the love Gayle had given him because it was taking up so much space and his dad told him to get her a ring. The ring is supposedly bigger than it looks. He is proposing. Gayle says yes.

Interlogue: Just Pete sitting on a bench and looking confused and sad.

Scene 5 (They Fell): They Fell has a girl version and a guy version so I’m going to use both names (Chad/Shelly and Randy/Deena). Chad/Shelly and Randy/Deena are best friends. They both had very bad dates. Chad/Shelly’s date told him/her that they didn’t like the way he/she smelled. Randy/Deena’s date ended up with an ocular orbital fracture. Chad/Shelly gets really upset, like the kind where too much has been going on and it’s bubbling over now. And Chad/Shelly falls. Literally. Randy/Deena is very confused and Chad/Shelly explains, which scares Randy/Deena. But Randy/Deena ends up falling in love.

Scene 6 (Where It Went): Marci and Phil went ice skating and Marci can’t find her shoe. They end up getting in a fight because Marci is a people pleaser and Phil is a workaholic who just wants to know how she feels. The shoe falls out of the sky. Marci leaves Phil by Echo Lake.

Scene 7 (The Story of Hope): Hope returns to Almost after living in California for 20 years because before she left for college, her boyfriend, Danny proposed and she didn’t answer because she didn’t know what to do and she was about to leave for college. A stranger answers the door. She explains the situation. The stranger is Danny. He has moved on and is now married with two daughters. Hope did not recognize him because he shrunk dramatically after she left (He “lost a lot of hope.”) He goes back in the house and Hope is left standing out there, saying “Yes” to a house that can’t listen.

Scene 8 (Seeing the Thing): Dave got his friend Rhonda a present. An abstract painting. He tells her to guess what it is. He kisses her. An argument and reconciliation later, they are both kissing and stripping down to their long johns. Rhonda decides that she isn’t ready for sex and they just sit together.

Epilogue: Pete is still sitting on the bench. Ginette returns in the opposite direction of where she left from. She circumambulated the globe in under 17 minutes.

I couldn’t put all this in the reply to your request.

Oh that sounds super interesting!! Do you have a favorite scene?

[drratiosstudent]

List of my favourite books / plays categorised by genres/authors

*In no particular order. It's hard to pick a favourite*

*Do search up the reviews, summary and trigger warnings for these books if you do intend to read it, many of them are not easy reads*

*For poetry, web novel, manga/hua/hwa/webtoon/anime/other recs, check my #WinterLEFavList tags~

*As of 3rd February 2025*

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Deep/Classic/Heavy Books

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Ones who walk away from Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

1984 by George Orwell

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngoni Adichie

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngoni Adichie

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Aristotle and Dante Discover the secrets of the universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Maus (Graphic Novel) by Art Spiegelman

The boy in the striped pajamas by John Boyne

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

The Pearl by John Steinbeck

Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton

Book of Evidence by John Banville

My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy

Siddhartha Novel by Hermann Hesse

The weight of our sky by Hanna Alkaf

Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

Babel by R. F. Kuang

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Morally gray/dark-ish/angst books

The Cruel Prince Series by Holly Black

Red Queen Series by Victoria Aveyard

Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino

Boot Camp by Todd Strasser

Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo

Room by Emma Donoghue

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

Gone Series by Michael Grant

The hate u give by Angie Thomas

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Autobiography/memoir/non-fiction/based on true stories/self-help

Dear Life by Rachel Clarke

When Breath becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

The body keeps the score by Bessel Van Der Kolk

Anne Frank's Diary by Anne Frank

January First: A Child's descent into madness and Her Father's Struggle to Save Her by Michael Schofield

The Man Who Mistook HIs Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks

The Last Lecture by Jeffrey Maslow and Randy Pausch

Survival of the Sickest by Sharon Moalem

Bad Science by Ben Goldacre

Ghost Boy by Martin Pistorius and Megan Lloyd Davies

Binge Crazy: A Psychotherapist's Memoir of Food Addiction, Mental Illness, Obesity and Recovery by Natalie Gold

Elena Vanishing: A Memoir by Clare B. Dunkle and Elena Dunkle

The happiness cure why you’re not build for constant happiness and how to find a way through by Dr Anders Hansen

Atomic Habits by James Clear

Beyond the Story by BTS and Myeongseok Kang

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Other nice books I liked when I was younger (YA category I think?)

Rick Riordan books (PJO universe, Kane's Chronicles, Magnus Chase, Trials of Apollo, Crossovers etc.)

Wonder by R. J. Palacio

Divergent by Veronica Roth

Hunger games by Suzanne Collins

Lorien Legacies by Pitaccus Lore (James Frey, Job Hughes and formerly Greg Boose)

Mortality Doctrine Series by James Dashner

Time Riders Series by Alex Scarrow

Mistborn (First book of the series by Brandon Sanderson) I've got too many books so I haven't started reading the series yet, but I did like the first book.

Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

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Mystery/crime

Death in the Nile by Agatha Christie

The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino

One of us is lying by Karen M. McManus

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Plays

W;t Margaret Edson

A Doll’s House

A Streetcar Named Desire

You can’t tie a mustang down by Christos Chomenidis inspired by Euripides’ Ion

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*I'll add web novels and poetry list in another section!*

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The post about the small reader you reblogged hit home for me so hard! LOL

Obviously no shade to all the beautiful and wonderful short girls, boys and everyone in between, but me and my 1,83m/6'0 of height just can't with all the size kink petite teeny tiny thumbelina readers... Where's my tall people representation, goddammit?!

Please tell me König would like a tall Engel too! I need an official confirmation from the institute of toxic König studies.

*sigh* and now, Alexa play 'short people' by Randy Newman

There is something very precious about the tall boy x short girl dynamic that has me giggling and kicking my feet BUT lol I'm not that short girl either... I don't even wear heels anymore because I don't have the Beyonce attitude for taking up so much space and being this 50 ft woman who strides in and flips her hair around with confidence (because I secretly just very very much would like to be held by König's huge palms like I'm simply a delicate little flower)

So the official ruling of the Institute of toxic König studies says that König would absolutely adore his tall ass girlfriend. (Un)fortunately for her, she still gets manhandled behind closed doors, König carries her around bridal style and flings her over his shoulder like she's just a tiny little sack of tiny little potatoes 🩷 He's simply that tall and stronk! 🤷‍♀️

[catholickedd]

my meat sack, randy

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

hi wifey happy stan week :* <3 please drop ur favorite ojverse headstannons or else ( i will kiss u )

OH GOD OH FUCK I get asked to talk about OJVerse Stan AND get offered a kiss?? Hehe slay

Alright here’s some OJV Stan hcs:

• So OBVIOUSLY Stan is our plant based KING (every time I write him but specifically OrangeJuiceVerse) and he generally doesn’t push that onto his friends but if you get him started… oh boy. In middle school Randy BANNED him from watching Animal Planet (fuck u rancid randy) bc our boy BROKE DOWN about the endangered buffalo and he SOBBS at every Sad Animal Add on tv TO THIS DAY!!!

• Speaking of Sad Animals, their cat, Moose, WAS, in fact, adopted from an animal shelter that Stan volunteered at for a period post the Sad Sack oneshot before working up the nerve to apply at the vet clinic, and he and Kyle both VERY MUCH consider that cat to be their SON!!! Once Style gets close to Creek during and after BBFA2, Stan and Craig wind up bonding over the way Moose is attracted to Craig’s calm demeanor.

• Also ojv Stan is a MASSIVE FUCKING LOSER like it is canon in the series that he SPEAKS CLUMSY ELVISH in the fucking BEDROOM like a NERD and Kyle CANT RESIST!!! They rp their warrior/elf king personas FREQUENTLY and it is so astronomically Lame I would die for them

• OJV STAN IS A BIG BOY!!! Like the guy is Built for HUGS and WILL HUG EVERY BEING ON EARTH! All creatures great and small get the Stan Hug and Kyle has… a certain fixation… on his arms… (simp). Even after Stan has to stop playing football (I may need to write a whumpshot on that actually), he tries to keep up his physique JUST so he can hold EVERY dog ever like a BABY!!! He also adores holding Kyle (even when Kyle pretends to protest) and They Are!!! Perfect Puzzle Pieces!!!

•Sober KING!!! Stan stopped drinking at the age of 25 after a particularly bad breakdown in which he TOLD KYLE EVERYTHING bc man’s was SO DISTRAUGHT that he forgot how many ice cubes Ky puts in his juice and he was like fuck no this ends HERE!!! He chairs local AA meetings on Wednesdays and is accountability buddies w Tweek.

• On the note of his friendship w Tweek and their sobriety, Stan wrestled a LOT with asking Tweek if he could be his sponsor. The self doubt hit AGGRESSIVELY and he didn’t feel ready to step into that role at first. But doing one daunting thing gives courage for doing another, so once he finally proposed to Kyle, he found the strength to support another recovering addict. Kyle’s really proud of him.

• The poor guy has been suffering depressive episodes for most of his life, but he has always found an outlet through music. He’s an incredibly intuitive guitar player and can pick up just about any genre at the drop of a hat.

• INSANE green thumb, like he can grow just about anything (helped Sharon in her garden always) and when Kyle was struggling with outpatient for his eating disorder in freshman year of high school, Stan brought him flowers EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. Even with Kyle missing a full month of school, Stan Marsh was NOT about to go even a DAY without seeing him and making sure he felt loved. Once Kyle was feeling stronger mentally and physically, that’s when they started dating. Kyle initiated that first kiss, and Stan cried.

• OJV Stan reallllyyyy likes to carry his partner. Like REALLY likes it. It makes him feel like the knight in shining armor he always wanted to be, and he gets so excited when kyle actually LETS him. He takes pride in being a source of comfort, and when Kyle fucked up his knee in AFITS, he got to offer the same kind of reassurance that he always got from the sbf during his Sad Sack episodes. While Kyle supported him mentally and emotionally, Stan supported him physically. Kyle’s a stubborn little bitch about his bad leg, but Stan’s a stubborn little bitch about fussing over him.

• on that note, Stan secretly loves Kyle going Mom Mode on him. On everyone, really. He loves that side of Kyle. For the most part, at least, because occasionally he’ll get annoyed with it and tell him he’s acting like Sheila, and Kyle will get all huffy about that, and Stan will have to apologize and will usually end up going overboard with an elaborate gesture (it almost always goes wrong) and Kyle will laugh so hard that Stan thinks he might combust.

• Kenny has been pulled into FAR too many Stan Plans, and their particular bond in OJV is so bizarre. Like so much goes unspoken, yet understood. As teenagers they’d be jamming together or something and Stan would go “you ever think abt dying?” and Kenny would just be like “all the time brother” and they never spoke of it again. The stenny bond is extremely special to me, and when Stan asked Ken to officiate the wedding, Kenny jumped at the chance.

• A lot of OJV Stan’s happiness (the ones later in the timeline at least) is a fake it till you make it kind of deal. Is this toxic to some degree, yes. But after years of trial and error, he’s gotten pretty good at focusing on the positives of life. He does his intentions daily, checks in with his mental state frequently, and has learned to recognize patterns of dysfunction. He knows that his mentality is a journey, and is slowly becoming more open to help.

• Stan made a playlist and sent it to Kyle to ask him to prom. He obsessed over it for FAR too long.

• OJV Stan LOVES camping, and got so excited to find out his local AA chapter does an annual trip. That’s what really sold him on the whole thing.

• He was the first person that Marj went to when she started questioning her gender, and he was admittedly pretty clueless. But he did his research, made an effort to empathize, and found her some resources to reach out to. They don’t talk about it, but he likes that he helped someone else through a rough spot. Kenny found out a few years later, and cried harder than Stan had ever seen from him. It gave him a second wind during a particularly bad Sad Sack Time.

• OJV STAN is a Taco Bell ENTHUSIAST and that man LOVES any hot sauce. He and the guys (plus Marj) have taken Tabasco shots together on numerous occasions.

• Prefers board games, but fixates on video games easily. Anything story based, he is THERE. Cried playing The Last of Us 2, Kyle held him tight after the end credits. Whenever they play a game together, Kyle handles combat, and Stan takes over for the puzzles. Also, Stan and Ike frequently play Minecraft together and are MENACES on GTA RP servers.

• HAS LOWKEY HELLA TATTOOS!!! (Stealing this from RM btw) DEFINITELY a “chef” tattoo, Sparky’s paw print, a lil Smaug from The Hobbit, cringe ass FOB tat, and a “KYLE” right over his heart. Loser. I love him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK QUEEN ILY

(I love talkin abt OJV especially stan and kyle)

[heelhausen]

❣️describe a time one of you almost took a chance at making a move on the other, only to chicken out. / 💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most? / 😳 what moment flustered them the most?

God okay I’m gonna whip out the CrashSlade bc I’m feelin it tonite lmao

❣️ describe a time one of you almost took a chance at making a move on the other, only to chicken out.

Crash was five seconds away from asking Gabe on a date when they got back to the hotel room after a particularly gruelling tag match in Crash’s hometown. He’d been wanting to ask him out for a good while, and he had a few good places in mind to go, but taking one look at the bruises forming on Gabe’s face and the quiver shaking his lip ended up pumping the brakes on that idea.

Gabe, meanwhile, was three beers deep into a post-PPV celebration about to use the liquid courage go ask Crash on a date when he ended up running into Triple H & Shawn Michaels instead. He’s already got being drunk against him, and suddenly he also has the boss & the big boss swarming him to tell him he needs to start creating distance between himself and “the Lock” because they’re angling to start an Evolution breakup storyline and going back to pushing the Lock as a solo contender (this is only a half truth— they do want the breakup, but they don’t intend on pushing crash in the solos. This is actually the setup for Crash bowing out so he can go get top surgery.) It upsets Gabe to the point where he ends up just doing a complete 180 turn and going to bed early, because if he goes and talks to crash right now he’s gonna end up on his knees begging Crash to stay with him as his tag partner, and that’s gonna embarrass him worse than anything else he had been trying to work up the courage to do. He can’t let Crash see him cry

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

Oh, Gabe 100%. Crash had a ton on his mind both during his first WWE run and his subsequent “firing,” so he really didn’t have time to daydream in general. But Gabe, he had a TON of time to long for Crash while Crash was away. And he spent a lot of that time just thinking about what Crash would say if he was here, or wondering what Crash was doing, or wondering if him and Crash couldve held on to the tag belts longer than him and Randy did

At least, that’s what he’ll admit to. He won’t admit that he also spent a lot of time fantasizing on Crash riding into the arena on his motorbike like Prince Charming and stealing him away from all of this like some fuckin’ old school t*ylor sw*ft song

😳 what moment flustered them the most?

For Crash, it was getting thrown over Gabe’s shoulder like he weighs nothing. Crash is a fat fuckin’ dude— if someone wants to lift him for a spot, he needs to put in a lot of work to help them out. But Gabe is fuck off strong and just pulled him off his feet and started carrying him like a sack of potatoes. Crash was so befuddled by this unexpected show of strength that he just literally froze and didn’t know how to respond at all.

For Gabe, it was hearing Crash sing in the car for the first time and realizing he might be a little bit in love with Crash’s real voice. Crash singing in the car one of the rare occasions where Gabe gets to hear him without a voice modulator on during his time portraying the Lock. Gabe clings to those moments like they’ll disappear as soon as he lets go