#and still scored on himself and also got shut out. i love it

[kitnita]

nhl: jake oettinger goes back to the basics in NHL23 

so I gotta talk to you, just, as a goalie, I feel like goalies usually have some weird superstitions, some weird rituals. do you have any that stand out to you? 

one thing I do is I just kind of like — whatever period it is, that’s, like … I’ll, like, tap that, like on the, on the posts or on the boards before I go out. so that’s kinda my only weird, like, kinda dumb thing that I do. 

[hotyanderedaddies]

Blake Gives You a Valentine's Day Gift

[Yandere Bully]

[Here's a short oneshot with Blake which takes place before he claims you! And Happy Valentine's Day!]

[Yandere! Bad Boy x GN! Nerdy Reader]

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Valentine’s Day: the day for couples to express their love to one another.

Sometimes you felt a little annoyed about the over-commercialization of a holiday that was meant to celebrate love… but a little part of you also knew deep down that you said that because you were single on Valentine’s Day.

Sighing, you tried your best to ignore the scores of lovey dovey couples walking down the hallways of the crowded school. 

All you wanted to do was get home as soon as possible so that you could spend the night just lounging around in bed— binge watching tons of crappy reality TV shows while eating a whole box of parmesan Cheez-Its.

It sounded perfect!

Your locker door slammed shut, jolting you out of your envious stupor and making you jump back.

Standing there, his large hand placed onto the front of your locker door, was Blake: the ultimate school bully, and someone who you tried your hardest to avoid at all costs.

“Here,” Blake grunted as he forcefully shoved something at you.

“Wha—?” you wondered aloud as you examined the stuffed animal that had been thrusted into your hold. It was a classic teddy bear with a cute little red bow around its neck. You looked up at the bully with confused eyes.

A pinkish hue formed on Blake’s face and he averted his gaze from yours for a brief moment. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he muttered.

Before you could say anything, Blake turned around and disappeared down the hallway, swallowed up in the crowd of other students.

You examined the teddy bear in your grasp, wondering why on earth Blake would give it to you of all people. You barely even spoke to the guy! Why would he want to give you a gift on Valentine’s Day?

You kept puzzling over it for the rest of the day, and even when you got home.

You placed the teddy bear on your desk in your bedroom, which was positioned across from your bed. You kept eying the teddy bear, still confused to no end. 

Blake was the scary school bully who never spoke to people, unless it was to tell them to fuck off. So why would he want to give you a Valentine’s Day present?

It made no sense to you at all.

But still, you couldn’t help but smile the tiniest bit that you had your very first Valentine’s Day gift from a guy… even if that guy was Blake.

Chuckling a little to yourself, you quietly muttered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Blake” to the teddy bear before returning your attention back to the TV…

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blake,” you said, your audio being caught perfectly by the hidden camera in the teddy bear.

Blake eagerly watched the video feed on his phone, staring hungrily at the image of you sprawled out on your bed. Even though you were clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, Blake was still rock hard as he imagined himself wrapped around your form, securing his arms and legs around you so that you couldn’t leave his side.

His heart raced faster when you said his name, and he grew desperate for you to say it again.

Buying that teddy bear with the hidden camera was the best idea he’s ever had, he truly felt. Now instead of having to wait all night and through the tortuous weekends to see you, Blake could get a glimpse of his darling any time he wanted.

Blake’s been madly in love with you ever since he first laid eyes on you.

He knew from that moment that you were made for him — meant to be his, and his alone.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Blake whispered, his fingers caressing your image on the screen. “I love you so, so much. And I promise we’ll be together really soon.”

[lucedilunax]

Take it out on me - N. Hischier

pairing: Nico Hischier x girlfriend!reader

summary: Nico's girlfriend have an idea how to help him after tough lost

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), mentions of ex boyfriend, softdom!nico, spit, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum play, dacryphilia, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, swearing

words: 2.4k

note: october comes to an end and i wanted to create at least one fic for kinktober! enjoy it💕

masterlist

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Nico and Amelia met up two years ago. Since then, they were inseparable. Soon after, they became a couple. Nico was proudly showing Amelia on his games and always wanted her presence there. He truly believed that she is his soulmate. Amelia was grateful to have him. Her previous relationship has been a mess. Her ex-boyfriend was forcing her to things that she didn’t like and if she ever said no, he would punish her. With Nico, it felt different. He was caring, loving and respectful. She started to believe in love again.

One of the things Amelia adored in Nico was fact that he never pushed her to do things. He was always telling her that relationship works in both ways, and she doesn’t have to do something just to pleased him. Nico felt the need to always reassure her. He knew about her past boyfriend, and he wanted to prove her that she’s as important as he is in their relationship.

Although, there was a thing that Nico wished, Amelia could agree on. That was rough sex. He wanted to be in power over her, but he knew how fragile she is. Just for his pleasure, he didn’t want to ruin what they have. He was scared that he will do one bad move and he’s gonna hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. Nico still loved their sex life, but he wanted more. During one of their talks, he told her truthfully about it but also told her not to pressure herself to do it for him.

The season started great for New Jersey Devils with both wins in Prague against Buffalo. Next five matches were good with only two lost games. Nico felt that he’s in a best shape that he has ever been, and it showed, but there was one game that completely broke him. His team played at home against Washington. After first period, they’ve been losing 1:3 but Nico gave them hope. Second period started and he scored two goals in 10 seconds. Thanks to him, scoreboard showed 3:3 but again, before the end, New Jersey was losing by two goals.

Last period, the most crucial one. Nico scored another point, and it was 4:5. Almost ten minutes later, Hamilton scored, and the scoreboard showed 5:5. They got into overtime which sadly they lost. Nico was blaming himself for the goal. Even though he played incredibly, he was sad and fuming over the result. Amelia was on this game, she saw how Nico was reacting. Even if he weren’t showing it, she could read him like a book. In that moment, she had an idea how to help him with his anger.

The car drive was silent. Amelia tried to approach Nico with conversation, but he hasn’t spoken to her. It was more like a monologue from her side. When she realized it’s pointless, she decided to keep her mouth shut. All the ride back home, Nico had hand on her thigh squeezing it. The fact that she was next to him, and he could touch her calmed him down.

When they arrived home, Nico wanted to go straight to bed but Amelia stopped him.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I think I have a solution for your anger”.

“I’m not angry”. He answered.

“Baby, I know you. You won’t hide it from me”. She grabbed his hand.

“Okay, fine. What’s the solution?” He asked curious.

“Take it out on me”.

“Absolutely no”.

“Nico, I get it that you are scared but I trust you”. She put her hands behind his neck and continued. “It’s something that you would like, and you’ve been always saying that relationship works both ways. I want to be there for you to help you”.

“What if I hurt you? I would never forgive myself that”. He said and grabbed her waist.

“Let’s make a safe word. If you do something that I won’t be enjoying or will cause me a pain, I’ll say it”. Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Nico kissed her back.

“You say that I can take my anger out on you? So, I can do whatever I want and however I want?” She nodded her head, but he spoke again. “Words doll. If you want this to work, I need to hear it to be 100% sure”.

“Yes Nico, you can do whatever and however you want”.

“What word did you pick as a safe word?” He asked.

“Red or stop are boring. I was thinking about something random like watermelon”.

“Your safe word is watermelon?” He laughed.

“In my defense, watermelon is not the word that you are associate with sex so if you hear it from me, then you’ll be know that something is wrong”.

“Fair, so watermelon it is”. He kissed her again but this time, it was possessive kiss.

When they pulled apart from each other, Nico put his thumb on her bottom lip and told her to open her mouth. Amelia obeyed him and he spit into her mouth. He saw the spark in her eyes when he done it. She gladly accepted it and swallowed.

“Go to the bedroom. I want you naked there sitting pretty on the bed. I’ll give you a moment to rethink if you really want this”. She hasn’t answered him. She turned her back and started going to the bedroom when he slapped her ass.

Couple minutes later, Nico walked to their shared bedroom. Amelia was sitting on the bed as he told her, but he saw that she’s thinking over something. He placed finger under her chin so she could face him.

“About what you are thinking?”

“I’m scared”. She said.

“Doll, we don’t have to do it. I told you. We can…” Before he could finish, he interrupted him.

“I’m not scared about this. I’m scared that I’ll disappoint you. What if I say safe word in the middle? That’s gonna be super awkward”.

“We made the safe word for this exact purpose. You could never disappoint me doll. Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Yes”. She said confidently.

“On your knees”. She listened to him and kneeled in front of him. He undressed himself so both were naked now, then he spoke again. “If you feel that’s too much for you, hit my thigh three times, understood?” She nodded her again. “What I told you about words?”

“Yes Nico, I understood.”

“Good girl, now spit on my cock and use your hand to spread it. Don’t use your mouth yet”.

Amelia did what he told her. She spat on his dick and started to use her hand over his length until he stopped her. Nico grabbed her hair and pulled them, so she was facing him.

“Open your mouth and relax your throat. Remember about the thigh”. She opened her mouth, and he couldn’t help himself and spit into her mouth again. She closed her mouth to swallow and opened again. Nico pushed his dick into her mouth. At first, he was gentle in his moves but with time he set rough pace. He was pushing himself deeper into her throat and kept her in place by pulling her hair. He was ruthless towards her.

Amelia loved every minute of the way Nico was abusing her throat. He never been so rough with her, but she enjoyed it. When he was hitting her throat deeper with the tip of his cock, tears were falling from her eyes. She was gagging over his length and grabbed his thighs to steady herself. Amelia could feel how wet she got from this act and placed her right hand on her cunt to touch herself. Nico saw it.

“Take your hand from your greedy pussy. I’ll take care of you”. He said firmly and she decided to listen to him.

Nico could swear that he never saw something hotter than Amelia on her knees taking him so well. He was close to release, and he didn’t want to stop. It felt too good for him. He cum inside her mouth and she swallowed it. She looked at him. Her makeup was ruined. Mascara with tears was falling on her cheeks. He helped her stand up and kissed her deeply.

“You want to continue?” Even though Nico knew the answer, he preferred to ask for her permission.

“Yes, please”.

“On the bed. Face down, ass up”. Amelia has positioned like he wanted.

While she was waiting for him to do something, Nico was admiring her in this position. He loved seeing her so submissive for him. After couple of seconds, he spanked her.

“That’s for touching something that’s not yours”. He growled into her ear. “Am I not enough that you had to do it?”

“No Nico, you are more than enough”. She moaned when another slap hit her ass.

“Good fucking girl. Now take your punishment like one”. He said and spanked her couple more times. After Nico was done with her, he leaned over and his chest hit her back. “You will cum twice today. I’m not gonna stop until you use your word. Understood?”

“Yes Nico. Please, just fuck me already”. Amelia was desperate for his touch.

“Your wish is my command”.

Nico started teasing her entry with the tip of his cock. Before she could react, he put all his length inside of her. He gave her couple seconds so she could adjust to his big dick. When he felt like she’s ready, he started pounding roughly into her. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady while he was merciless for her pussy.

Amelia felt incredible. She felt so full and at his mercy. Even though Nico was rough with her, she could feel his affection during the act. She started moan his name loudly. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to his body. Her back hit his chest. While one hand was still in her hair, Nico used the second one to play with her nipples. He was twisting and pulling them.

“Nico, I’m gonna cum”. She moaned.

He took off his hand from her tits and placed it on her clit. He started rubbing circles on her pussy. She was shaking from this stimulation. Her orgasm hit her hard. She screamed his name so loudly that she was sure neighbours could hear her. Nico haven’t stopped, he fucked her through her orgasm.

Nico manhandled her so she could lay on her back. He looked at her dizzy state.

“You sure you can continue?” He asked concerned.

“Yes”. She whispered like it was a secret.

“Spread your legs for me”.

Amelia did it but Nico pushed her legs, so her knees were laying on the bed. He looked on her drippy cunt and traded his fingers over it. When she moaned, he spanked her pussy. She closed her legs, but Nico told her to open them again. She obeyed him and he positioned himself in her entrance.

Again, he pushed all his length into her but this time, he didn’t get her time to adjust. He grabbed her by her thighs started fucking her. She arched her back from the pleasure. He leaned over to kiss her. It was sloppy kiss. Amelia moaned into his mouth when he pulled away. She was getting so loud. Nico put his hand on her throat. He squeezed his fingers on the sides of her throat.

She felt overwhelmed by all the stimulation, but she didn’t wanted to stop. It felt so good for her. While one of Nico’s hands was still on her throat, the other one started playing with her boobs. He could feel that she’s close to her release and started fucking her harder and faster. When he knew, she’s seconds from her orgasm, he pulled hand from her throat and placed on her other boob.

“Nico, fuck, I’m gonna cum”.

“I know doll. Cum for me”. Her second climax hit her. She screamed his name and soon after, he released inside of her.

Nico fell on her chest, and they laid like that for couple of minutes. When he recovered, he pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to run a bath for her. He put all her fancy salts and essential oils into the bath. When he returned to the bedroom, he could see her all fucked. Amelia turned her head to look at him.

“Hey, how are you feel?”

“Amazing, thank you Nico. That was the most mind-blowing sex I ever had”. He laughed at her words.

“Can you stand up or do you want me to carry you?”

“Carry me please”. She pulled her arms towards him. He leaned down and she placed her arms around his neck. Nico grabbed her under her knees and carried into the bathroom. He put her in a bathtub.

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute”. Nico left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and snacks. He returned and handed it to her. “Eat it, you need it. Also, drink the water, you might feel dehydrated”. He said firmly.

Amelia drank the water while still laying in the bath. She opened a bag of chips and started eating them, handing them to Nico who was sitting next to the bathtub. He helped her wash herself. After an hour, he took the towel and he dry her off. Again, he carried her to the bedroom, placed her on bed and tucked her under the covers.

“I’m going to take a shower, go to sleep”. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Nico left her and went to clean himself. He felt bad for leaving her, but he knew he must do it. Amelia couldn’t sleep. She was laying in the bed and waited for him to return. Ten minutes later, he was back. He saw that she’s still awake.

“I told you to sleep doll”. Nico said lying next to her. He pulled her into his arms, so her head was resting on his chest. After couple minutes of silence, he spoke again.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me. I really appreciate it and I hope I wasn’t too rough on you”. He kissed her head.

“It was amazing Nico. You’ve been incredible. You haven’t been too rough. I told you that I trust you”. She snuggled into his chest even more. “If you ever feel anger again, just know that I’m right here to help”. He pulled her on his body, and they’ve been lying now chest to chest.

“You are gonna be a death to me woman. I love you doll”. He kissed her.

“I love you too Nico. Now let’s sleep, you have a practice tomorrow and deserve a good rest”. She said and both of them fall asleep.

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Thank you for reading!🤍

[clamenstell]

more lovesick!gojo cause this man lives rent free in my head 😔 (also cause u guys seem to really like him too 😳)

- lovesick!gojo who purposefully gets himself injured just so you can treat his wounds and nurse him back to health. "How'd you get this hurt Satoru?" "Uh, I don't know, just happens I guess," he shrugs but in reality he asked Suguru to use his curses to hurt him on purpose. "Can't you ask Shoko to heal your wounds?" "She's busy and I can't treat these myself~" "What happened to your untouchable infinity?~" "...It's a work in progress." you don't believe him.

- lovesick!gojo who hangs around your dorm during his free time whenever he can because he loves your presence and want to be close to you. 

- lovesick!gojo who barges in without knocking the door since you got used to him coming in whenever, but this time was a bad time. You were changing when you heard your door burst open with a loud obnoxious voice yelling "I'm bored! Let's do something! :D" "😦" "😨😨😨" You've never seen someone shut the door so fast. "I am soo sorry. Oh my god." you can hear him mumble through the door.

- lovesick!gojo who's face was entirely red as he covered his face with his hand, head leaning against the very door that separated him and your half dressed self.

- lovesick!gojo who swears he would gouge his eyes out if you asked him but at the same time feel blessed for being able to see a sight he thought he would never see, he feels like a young pubescent teen all over again. You forgave him as you know it was an accident but he still bought you pastries as an apology.

- lovesick!gojo who feels his face heat up whenever he sees you as the thought of you half dressed would pop up and make him flustered, making his cheeks red.

- lovesick!gojo who acts stupid when it comes to homework so that he could ask for your help and try to score a study date with you. "Hey can you help me with question 4 🥺?" "Sure :)" "That question is so easy what are you talki-" Suguru, who has to deal with his sad attempt at flirting, likes to interrupts sometimes, good thing Satoru has a good reflex and slaps his palm over the cockblocker's mouth.

- lovesick!gojo who loves sitting next to you when you host a movie night with the others, especially when it's late at night as your sleepy self would lean your head on his shoulder for support, he could smell the fragrance of your shampoo and feel the gentle rise of your breathing.

- lovesick!gojo who has never been so still in his life to not wake you up, even if the movie ends he would rather stay here all night to be close to you. When Suguru and Shoko notices, they would make kissy faces and all he could do is flip them off while his ears redden.

- lovesick!gojo who loves doing little things like covering the corner of the table when you lean down to pick something up, or making sure you're walking on the inside of the road when you two walked down the streets, or when raining he made sure you were fully covered under the umbrella even if his shoulder is exposed to the rain (dw he has infinity). Even if you don't notice, he wants to show his love through small actions (you do notice it :)).

- lovesick!gojo who's heart jumps out his throat when you snuck a kiss to his cheek when he brought your favourite pastry, smiling sweetly at him.

- lovesick!gojo who remains still in shock as his whole face burst in red as you grab his hand and held up the pastries he bought, "Let's share them :)" Humming softly and dragging him back to your dorm by the hand, squeezing his softly, to share the sweet treat and maybe watch a movie, just the two of you <3

- lovesick!gojo who swears he can die happy and fulfilled as you two sit shoulder to shoulder and watched digimon together (you know he loves it).

- lovesick!gojo who wishes he could pause this very moment if he could, forget being the strongest as long as he could stay by your side, holding your hand and kissing your cheek <3

- lovesick!gojo who's on cloud nine and can't stop grinning the next day that Suguru and Shoko look at him weird. "What's with his face," Shoko turns to you, sticking a thumb in Satoru's direction and you only smile. "Gross," Suguru grumbles, figuring out the reason and Satoru gasp. "You're just jealous that I bagged the most gorgeous woman ever!" wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pecking your cheek. "I bet you weren't even the one who confessed," Suguru snickers earning a 'Hey!' from your pouting boyfriend, who you love very much <3

- lovesick!gojo who finally gets the chance to kiss you under the moonlight, who kisses you with such tenderness, pouring all his feelings into it, holding your cheek with one hand and holding your waist with the other. Turning his head to deepen the kiss, he never wants to forget this feeling, the feeling of your soft lips against his and the feeling of finally having you in his arms. Pulling away to breath, you both smile as he lean your foreheads together. Gods, he's just so in love with you.

not as good as the last one but hope you guys enjoyed it none the less :)

[transfemzedaph]

idea that definitely hasnt been living in my brain:

joel totally, 100%, does NOT have a massive crush on zedaph. zedaph, who he's heard a lot of things about but, but nothing could've prepared him for how blummin' cute he is, for goodness sake-- what. what? don't look at him like that. it's nothing. shut up.

(hope u like this even if u dont write smth for it DJBDJD)

i fucking loved this ask so much <3. i transed joel & zeds genders. bc im me. also the end is meh & i dont know what grians base looks like and i do not care

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Of course Joel had heard about Zedaph, how could they not have. There was the rest of ZITS in the life series, Skizz specifically when he found out the both of them were joining, and of course Grians run down of all of the hermits. The basic gist of it was she's weird in a cool way and makes creative and useless but fun machines, which honestly, Joel thought sounded really awesome. Redstone was fine and all but they did tend to think most redstoners were way too serious about the whole thing.

So when Joel was invited over to be the first person to test Zeds newest thing, they were excited!

What none of any of his friends had told them, was how flippin cute she was. And yeah maybe Joel ended up stumbling over their words more than usual whilst hanging out, and yeah maybe they were a little bit distracted from the game? activity? workout? whatever it was, Joel was a bit distracted because they kept watching Zed.

Joel rushes their goodbyes and runs off back home, laying face down on the floor of their newly built home, void they should have put some furniture in already.

Grian wanders over and lets out a little snort at the sight of Joel, who just groans and rolls over, propping themself up a bit,

"This is all your fault."

Grian just stares.

Joel locks eyes with him face scrunching, "You didn't tell me she was cute."

Grian, promptly bursts out laughing.

"Gri, no, this isn't funny. This is serious. And she's gonna think I'm an idiot now and it's all your fault!"

Grian's still laughing.

Joel sits then self up and crosses their arms indignantly, "Are you done?"

Grian's giggling a bit when he replies, "You've got it so bad! For a blonde! Again! You have a type sooo bad."

Joel kicks their leg out towards Grian, grumbling slightly, "Yeah well, you're blonde but you're ugly and I hate you. So there."

Grian sits himself down next to Joel, bumping their shoulder with his own as he does.

"Honestly I bet Zed loved hanging out with you. Don't worry yeah? And at least next time you can compose yourself before you hang out."

Joel leans their head on Grians shoulder.

"Yeah." They sigh, picking at their fingernails, before mumbling "Think 'm just overthinking it cause of being new 'n all that. Just dont wanna make anyone hate me."

Grian scoffs, "No one is going to hate you, and you know Skizz, and probably Tango and Impulse as well, have all talked to Zed about you? Why do you think she invited you to hang out?"

Joel hums.

"To me it seems like she was also trying to impress you too, showing off what she made?"

Joel blushes, halfheartedly giving Grian a little shove, "Shut up."

-

It's a couple of days later when Joel barges into Grians house, "I have an excuse to go visit Zed!"

Grian sighs, "And you had to come and tell me about this? Right now?"

Joel takes in the scene, Mumbo, standing next to a coffee machine, his moustache looking very lackluster, Grian almost curled up on his stool, hands clasped around a mug.

Joel winces, "Uh, what time is it?"

"Too early for this nonsense, shoo." Grian lazily waves one hand in Joels general direction to usher them away.

Joel grumbles to themself as they walk away, "Whatever, Grian doesn't get to know my really cool and awesome plan of going over and saying that we need to beat Impulse and Tangos high score without being a bit cheaty like they were. Which is the best plan ever."

[riahlynn101]

could you keep doing fluffy schmelly fanfics?? i’m in in love with those 🥹

Of course :D!! I'm thinking of making these a series.

Have these two goofballs being overly competitive!

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Vanessa beats Mike to the pizzeria. Not by much, as he pulls in right after her, but Vanessa takes her victories where she can. She pretends not to notice how his face seemingly lights up when they both get out of their respective cars. 

“Slow night?” He asks, sounding exhausted as always. She stands next to him, watching as he struggles to unlock the front door. 

“Not slow enough.”

They make their way into the lobby. The animatronics are still on stage, which makes sense given that it’s only ten. 

“So, you’re here early,” she says, taking off her jacket. The inside, for once, isn’t freezing cold. Maybe the owner finally realized that there’s actual people inside? 

“The babysitter got to my house earlier than expected,” Mike explains, starting his routine check of making sure everything is still in place. He peeks through the curtains, using a flashlight to check on each of the animatronics. “And Abby was already in bed.”

“....And you didn’t want to hang out any longer than you had to.” It’s not a question, but Mike answers anyway. 

“No, if I have to sit through one more minute of Max scrutinizing every little thing about how I parent Abby, I’ll scream. More and more, she reminds me of my Aunt Jane.” 

“What’s wrong with your Aunt Jane?”

Mike finishes up looking behind the curtain, and gives her an annoyed look. 

“Come on, she can’t be that bad. Right?”

“She’s actively trying to get Abby taken away from me. That woman has had it out for me since I was a kid.”

Vanessa hums. “Well, at least she isn’t here.”

“Small mercies,” Mike says in a monotone voice.

“Exactly.”

He groans, sweeping his flashlight across the various arcade machines. 

Vanessa shrugs. She looks over all the different games. “I used to love playing these games,” she murmurs. “I had the highest score on a majority of the cabinets.”

“Really?” Mike asks, sounding genuinely impressed. “Which one did you have the highest score on?”

“Pac-Man.”

“Pac-Man?”

“Pac-Man,” Vanessa repeats. “What about it?”

“I just….that happens to be a game I also got the highest score on. Not here, obviously, but I think it’s kind of cool that we….” Mike trails off, returning to his nightly task of making sure nothing’s broken. 

“Heh, bet my score was higher.”

“Was not,” Mike shoots back. Realizing how childish he must sound, Mike composes himself. “I guess we’ll never know.”

They both look longingly at the arcade cabinet. It’s powered off and covered in a layer of dust, likely due to not being used for years on end. 

They exchange a glance at one another. 

“I’m going to turn the power on for the arcade!” Mike shouts, sprinting towards the office. 

In the same breath, Vanessa shouts back, “I’ll start cleaning the machine off!”

-x-x-x-

“Wow,” Mike says, watching Vanessa play over her shoulder. “You are pretty good.”

She scoffs playfully. “Just pretty good?”

“Eh…goodish,” he teases. To which Vanessa takes her hand off the joystick to smack his shoulder. 

Her attention wavers for just a second, but in that second, Pac-man dies. “Noooo,” she groans. “Thanks a lot.”

Vanessa sees him smirk out of her peripheral vision. This only fuels her insistent need for competition. The last time she felt this strongly about beating someone was before her brother died. 

She grits her teeth and focuses even more on the game. 

“....You know-”

“Shut up,” Vanessa mutters, refusing to allow anyone to distract her. 

“But-”

“No.”

“But I-”

“Shush.” She waves a dismissive hand in his direction. 

“Hmpf.” Mike crosses his arms, looking almost like a petulant child. If she weren’t so set on getting the best high score, Vanessa would laugh. 

Eventually, though, she makes a mistake, and she has to move aside to let Mike play. Although, seeing her score (albeit briefly) makes the ten minutes of constant stress well worth it. Vanessa doesn’t want to think less of Mike, but there’s no way he can beat her score. 

“Soooo,” she starts, in the same conversational tone that Mike did, “you come here often?”

Instead of shushing her, Mike just side-eyes her. “Unfortunately. You?”

“Same,” Vanessa sighs, dramatically.

Mike snorts. “Well, you don’t have to. You know that right? Unlike me, you don’t get paid for being here.”

Vanessa gives an even more dramatic sigh, whirling around so she’s facing towards the lobby. “I can leave if you want.”

“What?” Mike asks, sounding actually terrified at the prospect of her leaving. “Wait, Vanessa, I didn’t mean-”

The arcade game goes into a game over screen. 

Vanessa grins, turning back to face Mike. “Ha!”

He rolls his eyes, trying and failing to keep the grin off his face. “Whatever. It was bound to happen anyway.”

“Uh, huh, sure.”

They glance over their scores, taking the time to appreciate them. Vanessa’s last score from over a decade ago is nowhere near their scores from today. 

Mike stares at the screen in disbelief. “We-” 

“Tied,” she finishes. 

“How?”

Which is a very good question, and one that Vanessa can not possibly answer. By all accounts they should not have tied. And not because she’s a sore loser or anything, but because Vanessa’s fairly certain they were both on different levels when they lost. Not that there’s any way to prove that.

“We need to break the tie,” Mike says, a finality in his tone. 

She nods. 

They look around the arcade. There’s five or six different arcade cabinets, a few (probably rigged) claw machines, and….

They look at each other. 

“Skee ball,” they say in unison.

-x-x-x-

In the corner, unseen, two boys watch over their respective, overly-competitive siblings. 

“She’s always been like this,” Cassidy mutters. “Used to sock me in the arm when she lost.” He rubs his arm. “Hurt like a-”

“Mikey has always been competitive too. Though, he didn’t hit me when he lost.” Garrett watches the display with interest. “I’m just glad he’s having fun. I haven’t seen him smile since…”

“Her either. It’s…kind of nice. I’ve missed seeing her smile.”

Watching is the best they can do (well, that and occasionally messing with the arcade machines), but for now, that’s all they have to do. For once, their siblings aren’t in pain or danger. 

And for now….

….that is more than they can hope for.

[cloveswifey]

Laser Tag

Parings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Words: 1.2k

The Pouges were all gathered in the chateau, discussing who would win their game of laser tag. They were all excited to play, but they were also competitive and each of them thought they had what it takes to win.

Their school had announced a trip of laser tag and who were the Pouges to unattended.

Y/n was the first to speak up. "Alright, who do you guys think is going to win this thing?"

John b chuckled. "Obviously, it's going to be me. I've got the skills and the reflexes to take down anyone who comes my way."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Please, you're not the only one with skills. I'm going to take you all down and come out on top."

Pope chimed in. "I don't know about that. I think I'm going to surprise you all and come out as the winner."

"Let’s be honest now, we all know who’s gonna win," says JJ with a laugh, pointing to himself.

John B humorously challenges him, "Are you certain about that, JJ? Don't forget you'll be going up against y/n."

Cleo chimes in in agreement, "That's right."

Kiara joins in and teases JJ, "Looks like he's whipped, isn't he?"

JJ retorts, "Oh, please. Don't be ridiculous," causing y/n to blush in response.

Sarah smiled. "I don't know who's going to win, but I know we're all going to have a great time. And that's what really matters."

“All I know is that I wanna beat Rafe.” Pope chuckled.

They all laughed and continued to joke around, each of them confident that they would be the one to come out on top.

JJ looked at his watch. "Alright, it's time to go. Let's see who's really got what it takes."

As they left the basement and headed to the laser tag arena, they were all still laughing and joking around, but there was an underlying sense of competitiveness.

A man greeted the group and led them into a room filled with equipment. He pressed a button.

A screen lights up as a voice booms, "Welcome, tributes." The audio continues, "your teams have been randomly selected: strongest against strongest, weakest against weakest. These are your team leaders." The screen displays the team leaders' names.

"Team one's captain is John B," the voice declares. John B cheers and smirks in response.

Pope jumps up with excitement as the speaker declares, "The captain of team two will be Pope", raising his fist up high in celebration.

"Our tributes of team one are: John B, y/n, Cleo, Kelce, Rafe." the audio continues.

"And the tributes on team two are: pope, topper, kiara, sarah, JJ." The names echo through the room.

"Ugh, I'm stuck with these losers," Topper complains.

"Hey, don't be rude," Sarah retorts.

"Shut up sarah," Rafe adds.

"Once you hear the speakers call your name, please exit the arena and head to the waiting area to hear the scores," the audio instructs.

"Are you ready to lose, love?" I tease JJ with a smirk.

"What makes you so sure your team will win, princess?" JJ smirks back.

"Okay team one, if you could follow me.” the man instructs.

Cleo and I step through the doors, entering a dense jungle. "Come on, let's find a hiding spot," Cleo smirks, and we run into the foliage with our guns at the ready. As an alarm blares, indicating the start of the game, we split up and bolt in opposing directions.

As I turn the corner, I'm met with a sight of dirty blonde hair - it's topper. "Hey, lover boy," I smirk, shooting him in the stomach.

"Topper, you are dead," a voice echoes through the speakers.

“Dirty Pouge.” He mumbles before making his way out of the arena.

As I continue running and turning corners, I collide with a sturdy chest - it's John B. My eyes widen momentarily until I realize he's on my team.

"Let's team up and go after Sarah and JJ. I spotted them together while shooting at topper," I suggest, and he nods in agreement. Together, we speed off on our mission to find them.

I leap over the fake plastic rocks and spot someone with straight blonde hair peering out from behind a tree. I nudge John B and nod in the direction, and he grins.

I quickly seek refuge behind a rock to catch a better glimpse of Sarah. Meanwhile, John B approaches the girl from behind and wraps his arms round her waist.

But where is JJ?

Sarah pov

I'm startled by my boyfriend's hot voice as his arms wrap around my waist, and he plants a kiss on my temple. Instantly, butterflies fill my stomach.

"No, Sarah. Distract and shoot!" Kiaras wise words echo in my mind.

I turn around, unable to resist my boyfriend's charms, and press my lips to his. As the kiss intensifies, an idea forms in my mind. I quickly lift my gun to his back.

"Sarah and John B, you're out," the speaker announces.

"I guess we both had the same idea, babe," John B smirks, making me giggle. He then drapes his arm over my shoulders as we both walk out of the doors and wait for the game to end.

Y/n pov

As the speaker declares, "Four tributes left," I think to myself, "John B, you're pussy whipped."

Determined to win, I continue running until I spot the looming figure of Rafe slowly prowling through the trees. With a quick burst of energy, I run up behind Rafe and leap onto his back.

"Hey," I greet him with a smile as my arms wrap around his neck.

"Hi," he responds, glancing over his shoulder, his smirk growing wider.

Rafe and I had always been friends, our fathers were in business together despite my mother being a Pouge and my father being a kook.

"It's just you and me. Let's go show these Pouges how it's done," he declares, and I climb off his back as we begin searching for opponents from the opposite team.

Rafe and I carefully make our way around the corner and come face to face with JJ and Pope. The four of us stand with our guns pointed at each other - Rafe aiming at Pope, Pope aiming at me, JJ on Rafe, and I have my gun trained on JJ.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rafe takes a shot at Pope.

"Pope, you're out," the speaker declares.

But before he can react, JJ fires a shot at him. "Rafe, you're out," the speaker announces, and he glares at JJ before making his way out of the room.

JJ points her gun at me. "JJ, I don't want to get you out. So just go ahead and shoot me. I'll be out, and you win," I say, attempting to guilt trip him.

I lower my gun and wait for him to make his move.

Suddenly, JJ puts her gun away, pulls me into his embrace, and suggests calling it a tie. "Princess, why don't we just call it a tie?" He murmurs.

Feeling suspicious, I raise my gun and point it at his back. "Hmm, I'd rather not," I say, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the back.

"JJ, you're out," the speaker booms.

"Better luck next time, pretty boy," I say, kissing his cheek before making my way out, grinning.

He follows, pouting, and I can't help but giggle before planting another kiss on his lips, bringing a smile to his face.

[gabessquishytum]

A bit of a turn but this is where my mind's at. I love a bitchy, whiny Dream who puts himself and everyone down the moment he meets them. He doesn't like people or himself or much of anything really. It's all so fake and fictionalized. So to kinda get at that he picks up a job as a near nude waiter at a local strip club. He doesn't bother to attempt to understand why anyone would come here on their lunch break, but the hundreds he finds strapped into his g-string more than make up for it. Besides, the club is damp and dark with nothing but the disco lights illuminating these fuck ugly guys who make up their clientele. It pays for his lifestyle well enough and if he gets fired then he has his trust fund to fall back on. So he really doesn't give a shit about being nice. People seem to like that anyway.

Hob is one of those people. Bouncing for a strip club was one of the last jobs he thought he would ever take, but the money is good. He doesn't need to carry a weapon unlike the numerous other security jobs he's taken before, and the weird hours allow him to keep up with grad school. But he's so close to getting his doctorate that once he submits his dissertation, he's free to take a job teaching somewhere else. He's thinking somewhere warm and sunny.

That also means he's going to be giving his two weeks soon and he has eyes for one of he coworkers. The skinny brunette that bristles from even a fraction of attention. That's the one he wants. It's not like Hob doesn't know him, despite the security staff usually being busy with the guys attempting to grab the dancers, he's had to deal with a few people who got a little too handsy with their waitresses. So he's had to save Dream's ass more than he's had the opportunity to stare at it.

So he buys a bunch of flowers, dresses up in a nice suit and saves a decent bit of pay to come in on his off day. He manages to score Dream's section and he waits. When his crush finally comes around, Hob loses a bit of nerve and fesses up to Dream what he's doing, but sans the detail that it's for him. Dream laughs at him and calls him all sorts of names like simp. Though he finds it kinda adorable how sincere Hob is about confessing to his crush. He takes his break at the table and negs Hob for details relating to his crush. Apparently he's tall, pale, and angled in all the right points. Hob will not shut up about his petty blue eyes or his sharp wit. He conveniently doesn't tell Dream that he's a coworker, which makes Dream so mad! Hob is sitting here, in a strip club, instead of going out to confess his feelings. He shoves Hob out of the club and table before he even gets his drink and demands Hob to finally come clean about his feelings!

Later that night, when his shift is over and he's changing in the dressing room, he's still thinking about Hob. Maybe he's different then all the men who grab at his ass or make lewd comments when he brings out their food. He has been one of the few bouncers who actually do something when he and his coworkers complain. There's someone genuine about him that makes it hard for Dream to want to bully him.

He goes outside for a cigarette, and who should be there but Hob with his bouquet of ruby red poppies (dreams favorite) and a light for him.

- 🤜 Anon

This feels like such a good addition to the picture in my head I'm building of simp!Hob. Particularly if he's able to actually win Dream’s heart! Just imagine how annoyed Dream would be to find that he's got a stupid crush on this ridiculous man. He's muttering to himself in the mirror about how love is fake and the world is shit and nothing matters. And then he thinks about Hob’s eyes and catches himself smiling...

So, when he finds Hob waiting for him, he concedes. He'll allow one date. And Hob is the perfect gentleman, so he takes Dream for a nice meal - maybe they have to go somewhere that opens late, but it's still nice. Hob nudges Dream into ordering pancakes and a milkshake. They talk about Hob’s future teaching job and how kids suck but they can be ok actually.

It's a nice date, but Dream’s cynicism tells him that Hob probably just wants to fuck him. He's just cleverer and more patient than the guys who try to pull him at the club. He's willing to spend a little time before he tries to get Dream into bed. So Dream gets right back to negging Hob about how he's wasted his money because Dream doesn't intend to put out.

But Hob just laughs and says he's way too tired to be thinking about sex. He steals one of Dream’s cigarettes when they go outside, and walks him all the way home while cheerfully talking about how he can't wait to get away from London and shitty weather. Dream is perplexed, annoyed, cringing about how fucking chipper Hob is... but he's also kind of warm and soft inside. Especially when Hob kisses his cheek goodnight.

Dream is actually looking forward to seeing him again. Ugh. And he thinks that maybe he wouldn't mind if Hob touched him? He pictures Hob’s strong sturdy hands wrapping around his waist and his cheeks turn bright red just like poppies.

Well fuck. He's going to have to think hard of some bitchy things to say to Hob, because right now all he can think of is... that he wants Hob to simp over him! The horror!

[youngharleezy]

GQ Couples Quiz (Part 2)

Repost from my old account 💖

Here it is friends!!! Hope you guys enjoy it now as much as you did then 💖

The two of you make it back to your seats, Jack’s eyes scanning your body as the two of you try to keep your composure over what you just did in the bathroom in less than 10 minutes. Neelam runs up to you before the cameras start rolling again, fixing your hair that got slightly out of place in your little escapade.

“I hope that you at least orgasmed, Y/N, because you sure look like you did.” She whispers above you causing your face to blush. She leans to your right ear, removing your hoop earring before tossing it in her bag. “Your other earring is missing.” She says, giving you a secretive look.

Jack let’s out a laugh from behind you, Neelam quickly making her way above him to fix some of his loose curls, telling him, “Oh you shut up, Harlow. You don’t look any better.”

And with a quick spray of hairspray to the hair for the each of you, she was back behind the camera. Jack continues to eye you, the producer saying that it was time to begin again before Jack gave you a quick wink and picking up his cards.

You blew him a kiss as you straightened yourself in your seat, still trying to come down from the high you got in the bathroom.

You got the signal that the camera was rolling again, Jack saying, “Alright baby. It’s my turn to ask the questions. Ya ready?”

You fist bump your chest twice before throwing him the deuces, saying, “I was born ready, Jackman.”

He just stares at you as he try’s to keep a straight face, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking weird baby.”

“But you love me?” You ask, leaning over and puckering your lips at him.

He leans into you, quickly placing a kiss on your lips mumbling a “very much”. He straightens himself again, picking up the first card and reading it to himself before he turned to the producer and said, “She’s going to love this one.” as the producer gave him a laughing nod.

“Ask me!” You yell in anticipation.

“The question asks what my favorite food is.” He says, the two of you bursting out laughing at the question. You had a discussion about that very question in the car on the way to the interview.

“Babe, what’s your all time favorite food?” You ask Jack. Everyone in the car laughs at your question, it being the first thing that was said after a while of complete silence. “Watch that be one of the questions!” You yell, trying to prove your point. “I want to be prepared! Tell me and I’ll tell you mine. That way we’re both prepared!”

Urban clears his throat from the drivers seat, saying, “I personally love a good cheeseburger. What about you?” And turning to Neelam.

“Steak. Nothing beats a good steak.” Neelam says in ease.

“Look at us all bonding and shit.” You say from the back. “I like pickles. But not the sweet kind. I like those little snacking ones. I could eat the shit out of those.”

Jack laughs at your statement before turning to you and saying, “I love that chicken Alfredo you make. That shit hits.”

You clear your throat after laughing and say, “Easy peasy. Chicken Alfredo.” Jack continues laughing at your answer, Neelam and Urban also doing so behind the camera. “And for some extra points, Urban likes cheeseburgers and Neelam likes a good steak.”

As Jack finally composes himself, he quietly laughs out a “Correct. Good job, babe.”

You turn to the producer and tell her, “3 points under my name please and thank you.” To which you see your score go up. “Look at me already rocking your shit, babe.” You turn to the camera and say, “I came to this interview prepared to beat the shit out of him.”

Jack looks at the camera too, saying, “I love me a woman who beats the shit out of me.”

You turn to him with your jaw slightly dropped, him giving you a wink at his statement that you knew would be in the video. “Go ahead and ask the next question, you horndog.”

He lifts his cards up to read the question before he realizes what you just called him, bringing the cards back down. “Did you just call me a horndog?” He asks.

“I did.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

He laughs at your smug demeanor, pushing his tongue against his cheek in the inside of his mouth. “Alright Miss Later, let’s get back to the game.” He says, mocking your voice when you told him you’d satisfy him later during your questions to him.

You did.

You let out a laugh as he reads the next card, him saying, “I’m actually curious if you know this one.”

“I know everything. Ask me.” You say in confidence.

“Confident. I like it. What was the first music festival I ever performed at?” He asks, pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and popping it between his teeth to chew on. He waves his hand to you, urging you to answer.

The problem was, you didn’t know. But you’d die before you got a question wrong.

“Umm, Jack, baby, you’re such an amazing artist. Did you know that? The people are going to love this new album.” You say in seriousness with the biggest attempt to change the subject. Jack simply raises his eyebrows at you with a smile on his face, wanting to see what else you would say before he made you answer the question. “Did you guys see the photoshop of Jack as Mr. Tumnus at the Met?” You question before letting out a laugh with everyone else, “Man, that photoshop was A+ work. Charlamagne tha God thought Jack really dressed like that!”

“He did?” The producer asks from behind the camera while laughing.

Jack removes the toothpick from his mouth and yells out to the producer, “Hey, she’s trying to change the subject and distract you guys! Don’t fall for it!” to which she just raises her hands up in front of her in surrender.

“No I’m not! I know the answer. It’s so easy that I feel like it’s not fair to you for me to even answer it.” You say in hopes that he’d just ask you a different question.

“Nah, I’ll be alright. Just answer the question.” He says back, looking at you with a hidden laugh.

“Umm…” you start off, turning to look at Neelam from behind the camera who shook her head at you silently telling you she wasn’t going to help you out. “Fuck,” you whisper underneath your breath. You ponder a second longer before saying with confidence, “It was that one in Birmingham, Alabama.” hoping if you answered as if you knew, they’d believe it themselves.

Jack leans his head back, staring at the ceiling and yelling “WRONG” before fist bumping the air and looking at you again.

Your jaw was slightly dropped at getting a question wrong, quickly reanswering by saying, “What did I say? I meant to say that festival in Florida that you preform at every year!”

Jack laughs, shaking his head at you once again. “Still wrong.”

“Fuck.” You mumble out. You were going to try to answer one more time, and if you got it wrong you’d just have to accept defeat. “What’s wrong with me today? That’s not what I meant to say. I meant to say that festival in Louisville! Final answer.”

He gives you a nod, to which you clap your hands to in excitement. If you had got it wrong again it would have been real embarrassing.

“If you tell me what the festival is called, I’ll let them give you a whole point even though you clearly got the answer wrong.” Jack says in a smug way, as if he knew you wouldn’t know.

Your eyes bulge at as his words, seeing him laughing at your words. “You smug bastard,” you laugh at him. “Umm, it’s called Hangout Fest, right?”

“Nope,” Jack says, popping his lips at his quick reply.

You rub your hands over your face, mumbling a “fuck,” behind your hands. “What was the festival?” You ask in defeat.

“Forcastle Festival. 2017.” He tells you, waiting for your next words.

“Fuck, I really did know that! You’re performing there again later this month!” You tell him. He turns to Neelam questioning if he really was, unaware that he was the headliner at the upcoming music festival. She gives him a nod telling him that he indeed was performing at it in a couple of weeks, you using this as your opportunity to rack up some more points. “You didn’t know? I deserve at least a point for knowing that when you didn’t!”

“No!” He fights back at you but you quickly turn to the producer and say, “I’ve earned my point in that question. I’m a dedicated girlfriend who knows her boyfriends schedule better than he does!”

You see a point added to your current score, turning to Jack who was looking at the producer and shaking his head. “This game is rigged. You’re giving her points because she’s cute and that’s not fair!” He fights.

“Being a sore loser is a bad look, babe.” You say from next to him, covering your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh.

He shakes his head at you, pointing his toothpick at you and saying, “You just wait til we get home.” before he winks at you, putting the toothpick back between his teeth and picking up his pile of cards.

You turn to the camera and say, “I can’t wait til we get home” with a seductive look on your face.

Jack shifts in his seat at your comment, keeping his pile of cards above the tightness growing on his jeans. He brings the toothpick out of his mouth again, reading the next question to himself before looking at you and saying, “I think you’ll get this one.”

“Ask me!” You quickly tell him, excitement coursing through you.

“When was our first kiss?” He asks, turning the pile of cards back down and waiting for you to answer.

You ponder for a moment, laughing to yourself as you remember all the times you and Jack have had small and not so small kisses. “This is actually really hard to answer. You’ve been kissing on me for years, Harlow.”

“C’mon baby. Even I know the answer to this one.” Jack says, urging you to give an answer.

You turn to look at Urban when you remembered the day he introduced you to Jack. He gave you a thumbs up, urging you to answer the question. To be technical, you kissed Jack the first day you met at Urban’s. One too many shots led to the two of you kissing on each other that whole night. You begin to tap on your chin as you think on how you’d answer the question, deciding that you’d give an elaborate answer which hopefully would rack you up some more points.

“Well we had a lot of drunk kisses that first night we met at Urby’s. But our first REAL kiss was that night you took me to go see fireworks with your family.” You emphasize, turning to the camera and saying, “That day was actually the first time we hung out just the two of us. We toured Louisville that morning then visited with his family that afternoon. He told me he loved me, I met his family, and we had our first kiss all on that day.” You say, reminiscing on that day. “Clay actually got a picture of it!” You add, pulling your phone out and showing the camera the picture on your phone of you and Jack leaning against a railing, him with his head leaned in front of you with his lips on yours, your back towards the camera. “I loved that day” you say to yourself.

Jack grabs your phone when you pull back, examining the picture himself. He sticks his toothpick in his pocket before handing you back the phone and saying, “I haven’t actually seen this picture before, can you send it to me?”

“You haven’t? Clay sent it to me that night.” You say with a surprised tone, sending him the picture before putting your phone away.

“Yeah because he loves you more than he loves me.” Jack replies in a playful tone.

“And I love him more than I love you.” You reply quickly, laughing as he gets up and starts tickling you.

“I’m sorry! I love you the most babe, I promise!” You yell in between giggles, the whole studio laughing at the two of you’s interaction.

He sneaks a kiss to your temple before placing himself back in his seat, you attempting to catch your breath after your laughing fit. After a moment of composing yourself, you turn to the producer and tell her, “4 points for me, please.”

“What? No way!” Jack yells, eyeing the producer to see if she would add that many points to your score. She hesitated, scanning her eyes from you to Jack with a smile on her face. She was thriving knowing this video that was being made was going to be a big hit because of how much fun you and Jack have been.

“Okay I’ll settle for 3. He’ll be okay.” You tell her.

“1” Jack tells her before turning to you, waiting on your rebuttal.

“2 or else he won’t be getting any sweet action for a while.” You finish. Jack eagerly nods at the producer, watching your score go up another two points. “God, you’re such a simp. That always works.” You tell him while laughing.

“I am for you, babygirl.” He says seriously, causing you to swoon, throwing him a quick wink. “Alright shoot me with the next question babe. I’m ready.” You say, rubbing your hands together as you reposition yourself on your seat.

Jack reads the card to himself before turning to you and saying, “What’s my hidden talent?”

“The things you do with that tongue.” You say without a thought, quickly covering your mouth with both hands with wide eyes, shocked at your own sudden burst.

Jack shifts in his seat once again, glancing at you with seductive eyes, pressing his tongue against his cheeks. “She can just win the game at this point. I need to get her home.” He says with a laugh.

“I can’t believe I said that out loud. Everyone is going to think we fuck like rabbits.” You say to the producer, who was clenching her stomach from how hard she was laughing.

“You do.” You heard Urban yell.

You roll your eyes at his comment, saying to Jack,“I don’t know if this answer is any better, but your hidden talent is how good of a masseuse you are.” You turn to look at the camera and finish your answer with saying, “The massages that man gives are…” to which you give a chefs kiss to finish your answer.

As Jack continues to shift in his seat, he leans out of the camera and mumbles to Urban, “God damn bricked up right now”.

You laugh at him, asking, “But I got it right though, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, very right babe.” He mumbles out, trying to compose himself.

“I embarrassed myself so I want 10 points for that one.” You tell the producer, crossing your arms over your chest.

She glances at Jack, who simply told her, “Give her whatever the hell she wants for that one.” as he kept stealing glances at you. Your score adds up, already doubling Jacks score.

“Think you can manage to ask me the last question?” You say, trying with everything in you not to laugh at him struggling to keep his composure.

He laughs at your question, picking up the last card to read, and reading it to himself before throwing it behind him and pointing at the producer. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? I knew it was rigged. You wanted her to win!” He says in between chuckles and straightening himself up.

You hear the producer laughing and swearing that it wasn’t on purpose, which caused your curiosity to take over. “What did it say?!” You ask the producer.

He speaks up after taking a deep breath, locking eyes with you and saying, “It asked if you could tell me when the first time we slept together was.”

You let out a laugh at the question, turning to the producer and laughing to her, “You did my man so dirty.”

You turn back to Jack, looking him in the eyes and saying, “June 2019. After your performace at Bonnaroo.”

He gives you a nod before saying, “One of the best nights of my life.” keeping his eyes on yours.

The two of you continue to silently undress each other with your eyes before the producer clears her throat, breaking the two of you out of your trance.

“You lost babe. How does it feel knowing your girlfriend can beat the shit out of you?” You say with a smirk, crossing your arms and waiting on his reaction.

He laughs at your question, crossing his arms over his chest. “It feels good. Almost too good if you know what I mean.”

You turn to the camera and try not to laugh as you say, “Well folks, I’m the winner.”

You turn to Jack, urging him to say something to close the interview. “And I’m about to bust in my pants right now.” He says in a frustrated tone to the camera.

You gasp at his comment, lightly smacking his chest as you laughed. “Oh my God babe.”

“My fault. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

And in between chuckles, you say, “Do you want to tell the people what you’ve got coming up?”

“Probably putting a baby in Y/N.” He replies so effortlessly.

“Oh my God, that’s not true!” You yell to the camera. “He’s just horny right now.” You laugh.

He laughs at your comment too, turning to the camera and finishing with, “I’m Jack Harlow, and thank you guys so much for watching. Now I’m going to get my girl home. You guys have a good one.”

He stands up, putting his hand out in front of you to grab, to which you place your hand on top of his. And as he dragged you up and from the set, you yell to the camera, “Please don’t hate us! We aren’t usually this horny!”

All you heard as Jack led you to the car was Neelam and Urban yelling behind the camera, “yes they are!”

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 17

anakin x reader

a/n: so this one is solely focused on Anakin and there is no y/n action lol. I also wanted to say Ik pregnancy and babies are a hot topic rn and I really don’t want to get political on here, but I will say I refer to it as the “thing” and “it” sometimes; more as a joke thing, casue I think that’s how this anakin’s inner dialogue would go.  ALSO I AM NOT A FERTILITY SPECIALIST SO THAT SECTION IS NOT MEDICALLY ACCURATE LOLOLOL

NSFW

Anakin goes to the clinic to get to the bottom of the situation. 

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mentions of pregnancy, arguments, mentions of alcoholism, mention of adoption/abort--n (idk if they sensor stuff on tumblr), self pity

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Anakin scored an appointment at the fertility clinic for the next day (luckily he didn't have to wait long for the high steak results). Ahsoka drove him home quietly and thanked him for asking for the test. 

Before she left she made sure he wasn’t going to go back to the bottle- even if he was anxious.

He agreed, but Maker… it was hard. 

The next morning he got ready to get an answer to a question that could change the trajectory of, not only his relationship, but also his life.

The check in was quick and soon he was led to the back for privacy. 

He sat himself in the dark room that allowed for his sample to be taken; the television exclusively played adult videos and there were a plethora of explicit magazines to speed up the process.

He was a little nervous, he hadn’t touched himself in a long time. The stiff feeling of his mechanical hands never really worked for him, but he needed to try.

His blue eyes wandered towards the television as he slipped his hand beneath his waistband; he shut his eyes and let out a small moan as he closed each individual digit around his member. 

The television portrayed a few girls having an orgy with a well endowed guy; it was really over the top and totally overdone. Anakin was getting turned off by the excessive noises, so he opted to turn off the TV. 

He slumped back in his chair with a frustrated sigh; he needed this test to be done so he could have peace of mind… but how was he going to get a sample in these circumstances? He already didn’t love the sensation of his false hand on his dick.

He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander… and as much as he hated to admit it, it seemed that  you still were the only thing that could get him that riled up; so instead of utilizing any of the resources in the room, he visualized you. 

He imagined your exquisite breathy moans and sighs as he would trace all along your beautiful body. He imagined your reactions when he would eat you out just right, how you would gasp and your thighs would tense in his metallic grasp. 

He was pulsing.

He kept his mind racing as he plunged his hand down his pants to retain his strained dick once more.

As soon as his digits managed to get a hold on it, he began to roll his hips into his fist.

A shudder ran through his body when his fist touched the base of his cock. 

The sensation was odd, it wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t terrible either. He tried to relax and just focus on cumming; he imagined more scenarios of you and him, which actually helped him quite a bit. 

The longer he thrusted his hips back and forth, the quicker he felt his climax coming; with a particularly forceful thrust, he knew he was about to cum. He scrambled for the specimen cup and angled his dick to the entrance. 

His chest heaved as he reached his high. To push him over the edge, he imagined you riding his dick with your hands in his hair; the way you would arch your back as you used his shoulders to steady yourself, you would toss your head back in ecstasy and he would lean in to mark up your neck with his teeth-

His hips stuttered and he let out a breathy “f-fuck” and jerked forward with a groan.

Quickly, he coated the inside of the sample container with his warm cum. 

He placed the container on the table beside him and leaned back with a sigh; he didn’t realize how much he was sweating from that- but to be fair, he hadn’t really masturbated with his prosthetic before. Of course, he tried, but it never did it for him. 

But now- now he had you to imagine and if you were on his mind, he would be able to cum. 

“Maker” he exhaled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He sat in the shaded room for a while, coming down from his high and grappled with his incoming thoughts. 

He used to be able to watch porn and get off by rolling his hips into his bed or a pillow, but now that wasn’t getting him hard….

Only you were.

Why was that?

He was angry with you- he had no positive emotions towards you at the moment, so why were you still on his mind?

Was it solely the lust of your intimacy that he missed or did he miss you? 

No.

No way, he couldn’t- after everything?

Well, now he wasn’t too sure he even had grounds to be angry, that's why he was at this clinic, right? 

What a mess.

The realization suddenly hit him- no matter the result of this test; if he was viable or not, his heart would take a hit. 

If he couldn’t have kids that would mean that you not only cheated, but lied to him about the baby being his. 

But… 

If he could have kids, he would have been a complete asshole towards you for no reason. All of his yelling and the awful things he said to and about you would have been completely uncalled for and he may never get you back. 

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The drive back to his place was weird- it was the middle of the day and he just went to a random building and jerked off… what the fuck?

As he drove he couldn't shake an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach; never had he felt so nauseous after cumming, but then again, this time his whole life was in the balance. 

Once he got home he went to the fridge to grab a  beer (out of habit), but he stopped himself when he saw the sodas he had been working on before he relapsed.

Maybe he should get back on track, after all he only relapsed for an evening- maybe he could just go back to the soda?

He grabbed one of the fizzy beverages, chugged it, and then flopped onto his bed to stare at the wall. 

Now all there was to do was wait for the results. 

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The next morning he woke with a jolt as his phone blared next to him with his familiar ringtone. He groaned because the noise woke him from his sleep, but then he realized what the call was; it was his results. 

He groaned and sat himself up with his right arm (the only prosthetic he was currently wearing). His heart raced as he leaned against the headboard of his bed and picked up the phone. 

With an anxious breath, he answered the call. 

“Hello?” he asked

Hello, Is this Mr. Skywalker?

“Yea, that’s me,” he answered.

Wonderful! We have the results from your fertility test, they came in this morning. Would you like me to relay your information through text or email?

He sighed. If the information was sent to him, he would just spend the rest of the day avoiding opening the message; he needed someone to just rip off the bandage. 

“Could you just tell me?” he asked.

The person on the other end off the phone seemed caught off guard and paused before answering

Oh- I guess I could, most patients usually like to have their results opened privately-

“Ok, could you tell me then?” he butted in, he was growing impatient and wanted to get it over with. 

Of course sir, your sperm came back conclusive- having a fertility rate of 79

“What does that mean exactly?”

It means that your sperm has a chance at fertilizing a healthy egg 79% of the time, which means that you are viable.

“Is that a normal amount? Is it likely that I can get someone pregnant?” he inquired, he needed to make sure he really understood the information that was coming at him. 

Yes sir, your chances are lower than average but after looking at your files, that would be expected. But just because your chances are lower does not mean you can't; depending on the frequency and measures you take while engaging in intercourse can determine the probability of having a child. Do you have any more questions?

“Sorry, if this is TMI, but I just want to understand…”

No worries, sir

“My girlfriend and I have been having sex alot..” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

Are you asking if I think it’s possible that you could have a child?

“Yes?”

The person on the other end sighed and asked

Well that depends whether or not you have been using protection and if she is on birth control, there are many factors-

“She’s not on birth control and we don’t use a condom- we thought I couldn’t…”

I see. Well then it is very possible that you will have a child in the future, Mr.Skywalker

Anakin felt his chest swell with pride- he could have a child. 

Any more questions sir?

“No, thank you so much,” he responded. 

Of course and congratulations. 

He sat his phone beside him on the bed and let out a stunned laugh; after all these years, his fertility was back- he could have kids. 

You popped into his mind and his smile grew even larger, the thought of you growing his child inside of you made him feel dizzy with love. 

You were having a baby. 

He was going to be a dad.

Soon his smile faded and his feelings of joy turned sour. This was the scenario where he was the one who fucked up… Now he had to deal with the consequences of his behavior. 

A part of him wanted to call you right then and there but how could he? After shouting at you, verbally degrading you, accusing you of cheating?

He couldn't just waltz right back into your world now after weeks of silence.

But not only that- he didn’t even know what you were going to do; were you going to keep it? Were you going to abort it? Were you going to put it up for adoption?

Just then he realized he knew nothing about the pregnancy other than the fact that you were pregnant because he refused to listen. 

Fuck. 

He slumped back into his bed and rolled over on his side. Even if you were keeping the thing, who’s to say you would even want him to be a part of its life? And even if you allowed him to be, how would he be able to be around you but not have you? 

He hated himself.

He hated himself so much and understood why you would probably never want him in your life again.

After all, you deserved so much better.

You deserve someone who would never say those things to you, not in a million years. You deserve someone young and whole.

Not him. 

He was almost twice your age, an alcoholic, and disabled. Why did you even want him in the first place? 

He needed a drink. No, wait���what he needed was to stop drinking. 

But Maker, he felt like shit and didn’t want to feel that way any longer. He wanted to feel the burn of the alc as it traveled through his system, he wanted the hazy feeling he got after a few bottles. 

And he would have gotten a bottle, if he had his legs on; but since the call had woken him up- he hadn’t already put on his other prosthetics.

So he didn’t get a drink, instead he curled up and started to cry. 

He wasn’t strong, he was just as scared about the future as you. He was terrified- what was going to happen? Literally everything was up in the air. 

He eventually hastily put on his legs so he could go to the bathroom and while he was up he grabbed a six pack that was in the back of his fridge. He knew if he started drinking he didn’t know when he would stop- but he couldn’t handle his emotions.

He brought his wheelchair to the bedside, settled into his sheets, and took his legs off.

The clink of the bottle cap popping gave him a feeling of relief, he had been itching for a drink. He pressed the cool glass to his lips but paused- did he really want to keep doing this?

He lowered the bottle and bit his lower lip; he didn’t want to keep doing this, but he just couldn’t stop.

He wasn’t strong enough alone…and he was alone because of his actions. Tears brimmed at the corners of his blue eyes; as much as he tried to change…This is who he was. 

And he hated himself for it. 

Begrudgingly, he tilted the bottle back and shut his eyes, the cool burn felt like bliss as he downed the bottle. 

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Anakin’s phone buzzed with that familiar ringtone that he hadn’t heard in what felt like ages. 

It was you. 

The phone rang and vibrated mere inches from him; he reached for the device and held it in his mechanical hand, the buzzing sending vibrations all the way up to his actual arm. 

He could literally feel your call and yet he didn’t answer, he just let it buzz. 

Eventually you stopped and soon he got a notification of a voicemail from you. He might as well listen to it.

He pressed the play button as he pondered over why he didn’t just answer the damn phone when you were calling. 

“Hey Anakin-” your recording greeted.

He sighed when he heard your sweet-sweet voice, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders just by hearing you again. 

“I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to let you know- I’m keeping the baby… It’s ok if you don’t want to be involved”

Soon his happiness plummeted back to a feeling of self loathing when he processed what you said.

He looked at the screen with glassy eyes; of course he wanted to be involved.

Maker, he wanted to be with and raise the child with you- together.

But even though he knew what he wanted, he couldn’t bring himself to respond to you.

He couldn't face you,

not yet. 

Instead he clicked his screen off and rolled onto his other side and squeezed his eyes shut as more tears began to flow. 

He was single handedly ruining his own life.

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a/n: so anakin is entering a depression and sorry that this chapter was angsty… (it’s only gonna get worse oops) but i hope you are enjoying so far!! next chapter will probably b shorter though!)

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[xerith-42]

Redesign the Nine

[This post is very long. Just a heads up.]

I'm a member of the Jury of Redesign, proud member of fleshing out previously left to rot or forgotten content. It's a hobby. A passion. I have and will continue to go into entire novellas to describe the inter personal relationships of characters we know next to nothing about, but what about characters we know literally nothing about?

We know only 6 members of the total 9 that belong to the Jury. Technically seven if you include Garroth, but that last for like twelve seconds, that doesn't count. And one of them is only made known as a member in Rebirth (which I really like and I like Rebirth). That means there's three entire characters just waiting to happen! How have I never thought of this before?!

This idea really struck me when I was looking at the Jo9 wiki page and saw this comment

The rest of the comment goes on to their whole theory about Ein killing Blaze, but I am mostly against the idea of killing Blaze because nobody ever gives it enough story significance, weight, and meaning. Only I get to kill Blaze, you all lost your privileges.

That's not what's important though. What's important is that I actually love Teony and Ein. I think they're some of the most wasted Aphverse characters, and that's saying something considering how I literally never shut up about Blaze. So let's flesh them out in a... different setting.

Teony

I imagine Teony being in a very similar situation to Katelyn and Jeffory. She has someone she deeply cares about that Zane knows about and is threatening to put in danger. For Jeffory and Katelyn, it was family. For Teony, it's similar, but just a slight flavor different. A gay flavor different.

Teony belongs to a high ranking noble family in O'Khasis, like one step below the Ro'meave family. Originally the plan was for her to be married off to one of the Ro'meave heirs (probably Zane), but then she did something weird. She uhh... She started training to be a guard. And got strong enough fast enough that nobody could really stop her because Teony would just challenge them to a round of armed combat about it despite being literally 12.

So she was allowed to go to guard academy and go through full training. She was never going to be a lord, and she could still easily join the Jury and serve the same purpose with less arranged marriage. Also if they tried to arrange Teony into a marriage she might just pull a sword on them about it. She learned very quickly that her parents wouldn't be allowed to abuse or control her if they feared her. Caused a different kind of trauma compared to the other children of nobles.

And then she found out she was gay. While she was at the academy the person who was writing the Jury recruitment list was the newest member of the Jury herself; Ivy the Venom Scythe. Teony fell in unending sapphic love from first sight. Even if she had become wise to her parents controlling nature in search of power, she still respected and revered the Ro'meave family, and the Jury of Nine. She was set up for it, and she wanted that. And now that she was finally experiencing love for a member of the Jury of Nine.

As always, things in Teony's life were set up for perfection. And she was such an overachiever, are you kidding me? Top ranks in all her classes even though she didn't need to. She would half ass it sometimes and still get the highest scores on every test. When she put her all into something, there wasn't any competition. She was just showing off for Ivy, and she did not hide that in the slightest. Ivy was fully aware that Teony was not only showing off, she knew that Teony was in love, or at least lust with her. Teony is not subtle at all, it's just not a concept to her yet.

On the last day of her training at the academy, Zane Ro'meave himself shows up. I imagine Zane and Teony were almost sort of childhood friends. Zane didn't really like having friends, but he and Teony were personable and able to get along when they were forced to spend time together by their parents. He has a sort of fondness for Teony in a "I'll see where you're going with this" sense. He's heard how passionate she is about fighting and being a guard. And he knows it's not for a violent sake, but because of that nobility that is her bloodline and the baseline of her identity as a person.

She may be overzealous, she may be a know-it-all, she may be a show-off, but Teony always fights with honor. She always showers her classmates a great amount of dignity and respect when they fight her. To her combat is an art form, one that she takes very seriously. She won't attack unless provoked, and more often than not will just skip the talking it out phase and just jump to the dueling stage because that's the part she understands best.

She's autistic. That's what I'm saying. Teony is an autistic lesbian. Look at her go! However, Zane is terrible and evil and so is Ivy. When telling him the candidates, he brings up that Teony is a no brainier. Which is when Ivy tells him that Teony is in love with her and was fighting to earn her attention. She willingly threw away some of her nobility in the name of love. Which means she can do it again if provoked to.

What better way to provoke her than to give it to her and then threaten to take it away? Zane and Ivy literally manipulate Teony, putting her on the Jury, assigning her to work with Ivy, and Ivy starts actively feeding into it in a rather coy way just to drag her along. And right when Teony is ready to fess up, her parents show up at the Ro'meave manner. Teony remembers what they expect of her. That they don't know the truth about her.

She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt they'd disown her. Jury members aren't supposed to have family anyway. For a minute she thinks about outing herself to sever her ties. But then she learns that her mother is pregnant again. She... She has a little sister on the way. And if she cuts ties with her family now, she'll never get to meet her. She doesn't know Zane invited them at first, but when he talks to her later, she pieces it all together.

Zane says he'll let her family live, even let them be known as her family if she wants, but she isn't allowed to be with Ivy in any non-professional manner. Otherwise she'll give herself away, and while he doesn't exactly threaten it, Zane makes it very clear he will out Teony to her parents if she doesn't do as he orders from now until the end of time. It's then that Teony realizes she's trapped. She went from one gilded cage to another.

Until it got to be too much for her. Remember how Jeffory was apparently on the Demon Warlock Island in Gal'ruk? And it was literally never explained. What if he was there to find her? What if it became too much for Teony after meeting her sister, and she ran away? Zane doesn't know what happened when Teony met with her younger sister, but it was enough to shake her that she barely responded to Zane's taunting when she returned. And then she left that night.

Jeffory was sent to follow her trail. And he actually found her before she managed to break the Demon Warlocks curse. On a completely different continent, no guard escorts, and no way that Zane can hear them, they talk openly. They confide in one another. And they work together, as friends, to break the curse and get themselves back home. Teony moves to a different island in Gal'ruk, and tells Jeffory to give Ivy a letter the next time he sees her.

And he's not allowed to let it leave his hands unless it's Ivy taking it. No messengers. No leaving it somewhere she'll find it. Jeffory never learned the contents of that letter, but he did manage to deliver it to Ivy. Only she and Teony knows what's contained in those pages.

(Final note, idk what her funny anime villain name or her weapons would be. I would love council/jury/anyone to give input here. Same for the next member)

Ein

Ein being a big heroic softie is the best thing ever to me you don't understand.

Much like the doll anon, this anon changed my life. I love this idea so much. Listen, I like unrelentingly evil characters, just look at Zane. But that's the thing. Zane's already there. And so is Janus. And Ivy. And probably Lilian. And another character I've yet to get to. And even more characters when we get out of the Jury. We need more innocence that becomes corrupted in the Jury, everyone likes being evil too much.

So I want to make Ein a big ol' softie. He grew up in the Brightport Wolf Tribe with his best friend eventually turned lover Blaze. They mostly stayed within the confines of their tribe, which was small, but spacious enough for two wolf children prone to rough housing to get their energy sufficiently out. It was only when they were older that they started waking up to the... less than ideal circumstances of their relationship.

After being friends and being incredibly close and physically affectionate, when the two started thinking about mating and all that dumb romantic nonsense, it just made sense that they would be with each other in that way too. It's how they got through everything else in life. It was at the ruiner and creator of gay romances, that Irene forsaken Guard Academy that things got... worse.

Because Ein is definitely a very well rounded fighter. He's decently studious, wanting to keep up on speaking both the werewolf language and the more common language, and making sure that Blaze does the same. But Blaze finds these things to be dreadfully boring and doesn't put in more effort than Ein makes him. This is fine when they were kids and their plans weren't more ambitious than protecting their tribe. But their Alpha wanted to see if humans and werewolves could truly get along.

If anyone could prove that werewolves are just as human as they are, it would be these two dorks. But uhh, people are racist. And homophobic. So it doesn't go great. Couple that with the fact that the academy prioritizes individual excellence over collective greatness and suddenly things are just doomed to go wrong for these two. Ein naturally excels, and Blaze who's used to having someone to rely on starts falling behind without the consistent support system.

That was his emotional support nerdy jack of all trades boyfriend! How could you take that away from him? And Ein is stripped of his absolutely pure of heart dumb of ass boyfriend. They don't even get to stay in the same bunks as each other, and barely have any classes together. It's just awful. But Ein finds... something else. After doing particualrly well on a certain test, one of the teachers pulls him aside and tells Ein he might be able to qualify for the Jury of Nine position. Or at least be their bench warmer.

Ein's ambitions in life never went too far beyond the borders of their childhood home. He was the one who always pressured Blaze into going further than they were allowed, but Blaze was easily convinced anyways. But Ein was always an ambitious person. He just didn't know enough about the world to realize them. The highest he'd ever gone was thinking "Wow, it'd be cool to be the Alpha." And like that's it.

Suddenly he's told that if he somehow gets better than he already is he could hold one of the highest positions in the entire fucking continent. It's a no brainier. He has to go for it. He doesn't realize it means he's only being further isolated, pulled away from his few meet ups with Blaze to study, to practice, to do something that only a top student does and a near drop out student doesn't.

In fact the last time they see each other is, like with Teony, the day before the Jury posting for their class. Ein is sure he's on that list. Maybe not the top spot, but defiantly in the top five. Just as he's about to go introduce himself to Zane Ro'meave, try and make a good impression to sweeten his chances, he gets intercepted by Blaze.

Who just hands him a letter. And he whispers a single word under his breath as he's leaving; "Goodbye."

Ein reads the letter immediately, heartbroken to read that Blaze flunked out and is going back home without him. Blaze says he's proud of Ein for being able to go so far, and hopes he gets on the Jury. Ein knows he's lying. He tries to chase after Blaze, to try and make it up to him, but then suddenly Zane's there. He's caught Ein in a dangerously vulnerable moment, and while Ein manages to recover, he never gets the chance to wipe the tears from his eyes.

He never learns what rank he got on the Jury list. Just that he was one of the two who were filling vacant seats from this class. It's painfully bitter sweet. It's everything Ein wanted, but he realized that he never made room for Blaze in these dreams of grandeur. He tried to help Blaze at first, but Blaze eventually rejected his offers. And Ein couldn't even blame him. He'd been ignoring and neglecting the most important relationship in his life. And if Ein keeps going down this path, he realizes he'll destroy it even more.

In spite of that, he accepts the invitation and starts working as a Jury member for Zane. One month into his stay at the Ro'meave Manor as Zane's personal body guard, Zane asks him an odd question. A name he's apparently heard Ein muttering to himself and in his sleep. "Blaze."

Ein tries to say it's nothing, just an old friend he was thinking of reaching out to. That's when Zane makes it clear that Ein has absolutely no control here. Because he saw what happened between them. He asks if this old friend happened to be the one that gave him "that love letter". Ein tries to find it where he keeps it tucked into his armor, but Zane is holding it. He knows everything. And he's known the entire time he's had Ein in the Jury. It was all a test of loyalty.

If he reaches out to Blaze, he will fail. And again, Zane doesn't directly state what the penalty is, but he makes it abundantly clear that it's death for both Ein and Blaze. Ein was always easiest controlled when he was isolated. After this he was only paired up with two members of the Jury Zane trusted enough. Lilian, and the last member of the Jury. We'll get to him in a second.

As a result, Ein desired but never sought freedom. He knew Blaze was capable of a great life, he had a future, and was probably going on incredible adventures without him. He never forgot where he came from, and who he accidentally left behind. When Zane and Lilian disappeared... Ein was set free. His leash was just dropped for the first time. Mr. Mysterious wasn't even there to pick it up.

And he ran straight home.

There's only one threat that's unknowingly standing in the way of Ein's happiness. And his name is

Zachary the Plague

Nobody knows where the title came from. They don't want to. Zachary is one of the oldest members, sometimes referred to as the "shadow member" of the Jury. He's rarely seen, and scarily little is known about him.

And that's because he doesn't directly work for Zane. Unlike the others, who were all put under Zane's command after the other Ro'meave heirs died, Zachary stayed under the command of Garte. He did work for Zane here and there, Garte didn't get out much and was content to leave it all to Zane. And Zachary took a liking to Ein when they met, and when he requested that Ein train under him for some time, Zane wasn't in a position to object.

The only people who would be able to give more insight into Zachary are Garte, Janus, and Ein. Garte won't talk. Ever. Zachary is his most trusted guard, and that is all anyone needs to know. Janus just says they respect Zachary. It says enough given what it's known that Janus values. Ein freezes when he hears the name. Even when he says it.

He's only told Blaze what he knows, and neither one will willingly give up this information. He's a quiet fear in the back of Ein's mind, but Zachary stayed with Garte. Even when Zane disappeared, he stayed with Garte. He was never relieved of his duties officially or unofficially. The reason he abandoned Ein is because Garte told him to. He always followed orders.

It's unknown where he or Garte are now.

[joe-spookyy]

what do you like about an American werewolf in london? like give me a full yap post i wanna read abt your opinions and thoughts yk

ok huge ask thank you sorry i put it off for so long there’s just much to say….

well to be honest i like just about everything about it it’s such a unique movie. but let me break it down…

first - the effects. guys i know i never stfu about the practical effects in every movie ever but i just really appreciate the way everything is done sfx wise in this one. it’s over the top and extra gory, but it’s in a way that works. it’s campy, it’s goofy, and it kind of just adds to the chaos of the film. the demons from david’s nightmare are all uniquely designed and well thought out even though they are literally just in that one scene. the werewolf design is one of my favorites ever in media. it looks wolf LIKE, but it’s clear that whatever that thing is, it’s not a normal wolf. this is, in my opinion, exactly how werewolves should look. and of course the transformation scene is just iconic. it emphasizes the pain involved in the transformation and really brings out the element of body horror in the movie, reminding us that there’s something even more scary about a loss of bodily autonomy as compared to just your traditional monster attack. and of course, it’s very technically impressive. rick baker the man that you are. i also really like jack’s wound makeup, and i think the way he decays throughout the film is a super cool creative choice and translates very well.

next - the comedy. yes, it’s a horror movie. but it’s also got a strong element of dark comedy that i think makes the movie what it is. the absurdity of the situations - from david’s absolutely bonkers dreams to the finale taking place in an active porn theater, the movie always has something wacky happening in one way or another. and i think this also adds to the humanity of the characters. we’re able to see them as people first, rather than just seeing them as future members of the kill count at the end of the movie.

and of course - the serious stuff. even though it stays pretty consistently silly, it also doesn’t hesitate to remind us of the gravity of the situations being portrayed. david is genuinely losing control of his mind AND body, and he’s faced with the decision to either kill himself or risk killing others. and the scene in which he calls his family right before he attempts always shuts me right up. additionally, it is a tragedy, as are most werewolf narratives. of course i can’t forget to mention it functions pretty damn well as a horror movie also. no matter how funny it is, it has some genuinely scary or at least off putting moments. i still stand by the fact that even standing on its own, the subway scene is one of the strongest sequences i’ve seen in a horror film, and is a great example of how you can scare your audience even more by NOT showing them the monster - leaving everything up to their imagination.

now - the music. i actually really love the score for this movie. there’s not a lot of the actual orchestral piece, but i think it fits perfectly. it’s got a very eerie and kind of melancholy sound to it which i LOVE, and the graininess of the sound adds to it a lot. also, i can’t mention the music without mentioning the soundtrack. i love how every song featured has something to do with the moon it’s such a cute thing to do. and the abruptness of the end credits song really encapsulates the whole movie, i think.

finally - i’m a sucker for werewolf movies. there are like a bajillion iconic horror movies with vampires or zombies or ghosts or demons or mad scientists but there are very few solid werewolf movies. this is one of them. so i’ve latched onto it.

anyways thank you again for the ask for further info check out my aawil propaganda post linked below. i hope you give it a watch.

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-spookyy/754775997496311808/asks-you-about-american-werewolf-in-london

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

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Enji had managed to keep up his neutral facade despite the bubble of pride that had welled up inside of him at the sight of his daughter piloting his old Jaeger. He even congratulated himself for being correct in his assumption that Azusa and Bakugo would Drift well together. Watching the two exercise perfect control over Bravo Inferno and perform little tricks was admittedly quite entertaining. That was until his bubble of pride was harshly burst by the sound of the system’s AI telling Loccent that the pilots had gone out of alignment.

He watched with masked panic as Iida and Aizawa tried to get the two pilots stabilized again. Fear and embarrassment flooded him when he watched the arms of Bravo Inferno rise, the Jaeger’s palms beginning to glow molten red. Rangers and techs hurried out of the Loccent Command Center as seasoned Rangers cleared the observation platforms just outside.

“Pull the main power line!” Enji had shouted to Aizawa before he could even think about what else to do.

Aizawa was on the task in an instant, pulling at the large cable with all of his might. Finally, with one last grunt of effort, he pulled the plug from the control panel. Enji looked out to the Jaeger, watching with hidden relief as it began powering down. That’s when the anger began settling into his bones.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

“This is exactly why I wanted to pilot by myself! If she hadn’t gone out of alignment first, then none of that other shit would have happened! You’ve seen my damn sim scores, you know that I would never fuck up like that if it was just me in that Jae-”

“That’s enough, Ranger!” Enji’s sharp tone effectively cuts Bakugo off from his ranting. “You know damn well that you cannot pilot a Jaeger by yourself, no matter how good your simulation scores are-”

Bakugo exasperatedly cuts Enji off, acting like a petulant child, “You’ve done it before! You brought Mighty Endeavor back on your own-”

“Because my co-pilot died! Yes, I finished off that Kaiju and dragged my Jaeger back to the Shatterdome by myself, but I had to because my co-pilot was dead in his harness right next to me.” Enji bites out, anger twisting his features as he steps closer to Bakugo whose mouth is clamped shut with eyes averted to the floor.

“And do you know what happened after I got back from piloting that Jaeger by myself?” Enji asks half rhetorically, but he pauses and waits for an answer anyway, and Bakugo shakes his head.

“I became so sick from the radiation that I was bedridden. My body burned like I was on fire and I could barely keep conscious. For three fucking days, I was like that.” Enji grits out before he releases a tired sigh and partially turns away from Bakugo. “We still do not have the technology to run single-pilot Jaegers, and I refuse to purposefully put any Ranger through what I went through. Marshal Aizawa and I will talk about what happened today and decide what to do about your co-pilot pairing. You are dismissed, Ranger.”

Bakugo bows slightly and, surprisingly enough, leaves without another word. Enji takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to calm the anger racing through his veins, but then there’s a knock at his office door. Crossing his arms to hide his clenched fists, Enji tells the Ranger at his door to come in. The metal door squeaks as it opens and closes, Azusa walking into the office. She doesn’t sit but rather comes to stand a couple of feet in front of Enji. Her face is neutral, but her eyes hold a bit of anxiety among the rage and her anger only aids in fueling Enji’s own.

“Marshal Todoroki, I-” Azusa begins, but Enji doesn’t let her get very far with her sentence.

“What the fuck happened out there, Azusa?!” Enji starts, immediately letting his anger boil over as he lays into her. “You know, one look at your simulation scores would lead anyone to believe that you would be a strong candidate for becoming a pilot! But what I saw happen out there was pathetic and embarrassing! Who would have thought that the Marshal’s daughter would pull a fucking stunt like that causing another Ranger to fail! You let your co-pilot down today, Azusa! You let me down! You were an embarrassment to every single one of the Rangers observing!”

By this point, Enji is too caught up in his anger to even realize that Azusa has started silently crying in front of him. He can’t stop himself from yelling, can’t stop himself from spitting venomous comment after venomous comment. Deep down, very deep down, he knows that she didn’t do anything substantially wrong, but his pride and his ego won’t let him quiet down.

“What you displayed out there today was that you are no better than the Rangers that just got dropped here from boot camp! No child of mine would have made such an embarrassment out of the Todoroki name like that! You almost caused hundreds of deaths and millions of dollars in damages! Do you realize that?!” Enji spits, his shouting echoing off of the walls of his office as Azusa cowers in front of him.

What Enji says next slips too fast from his mouth to stop in time and he regrets them as soon as the words are spoken, “Toya would be incredibly disappointed in you! You don’t even deserve to pilot Bravo Inferno!”

A sharp gasp knocks some reality back into Enji along with the weight of the words he just shouted into his daughter’s face, and he looks down at her. Horrified shock fills her features as much as it does his, but sharing his shock is immense guilt. Enji is at a loss for words as he tries to think of how to take back or amend what just flew from his mouth. Floundering, he just stares at Azusa’s tear-soaked face, her hurt practically palpable in the air around them.

“Azusa, I-I didn’t mea-”

“Don’t.” She states quietly, making Enji’s words die in his throat. “I-I understood you loud and clear, M-Marshal. Permission to be dismissed, Sir?” Her voice is strained as she speaks and she’s just barely able to stand up straight and look Enji in the eye. All Enji can do is nod since the lump in his throat won’t let him speak.

He watches helplessly as she flees from the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Stunned by his own behavior, Enji slowly moves around his desk to sit down. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk, he buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t know how he’s even going to attempt to fix this kind of fuck up. He isn’t sure that Rei will be able to soothe over the hurt that he’s caused. She may not even be willing to offer him advice on the situation, not that he would blame her.

Enji spends more than a few minutes recollecting himself before calling Aizawa to his office. He’s exhausted now, all of his anger replaced by insurmountable guilt. He let his ego, his pride over his esteemed reputation, win just like so many other times in the past. Enji is the one who let Toya down today, not Azusa, and he fears that he really won’t be able to get his daughter back now.

Knocking pulls Enji out of his spiraling thoughts and he clears his throat before telling Aizawa to enter.

Aizawa enters the room quietly, closing the door behind him before he makes his way over to the chair in front of Enji’s desk. Aizawa just stares at the man for a few moments before letting out his famous tired sigh.

“What happened today was nobody’s fault, Enji. We both know that the chances of something like that happening during a team’s first Drift is highly possible. I’m just surprised that it didn’t happen with more of the other teams.” Aizawa says as he leans back in the chair, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.

At Enji’s silence, Aizawa decides to move the conversation forward himself, “So did either of them request a different co-pilot? I’m sure we can switch the teams around, make it work.”

“No,” Enji utters exhaustively, deciding to end his silent brooding. “Bakugo just requested, yet again, to pilot by himself but I sorted that out already. We’ll keep Azu- Ranger Todoroki and Ranger Bakugo as co-pilots for Bravo Inferno, but we won’t send them out on any deployments until they go through a few more trial Drifts.” He states as he clasps his hands and rests his chin on them.

Aizawa straightens up in his seat, raising a questioning eyebrow at him, “I know that I kind of just advocated for them, but are you sure you don’t want to try putting them with other Rangers? I witnessed, just as you did, that they have the potential to work well together, but if they go out of alignment again and neither of them can bring the other back.. They won’t make it out in the field like that, Enji.”

“That’s why we’ll have them run through a few more trial Drifts. If this was a one-off type of situation, then they’ll be just fine. And if it happens again, we’ll either see if they can bring each other out of it or we’ll pair them off with other pilots.” Enji firmly states with a bit of frustration.

Aizawa relents with a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face, “Fine. I’ll have their Jaeger sent to one of the Bays with less foot traffic so that when they try again tomorrow there’s less of a chance for catastrophe if something goes wrong again.” He says as he types out the message on his tablet, then sends it to the crew in the Shatterdome.

Aizawa then looks up at Enji, the man being able to read him like a book after working with him for so long, “So how hard were you on her?” His tone is knowing but free of any real judgment.

“Too hard.” Enji admits reluctantly before continuing, “I said things that I shouldn’t have.. I wouldn’t blame her if she honest to god hates me now.” He finishes quietly.

“Well, I don’t know shit about parenting, so it’s up to you to figure out how to fix it, but do you want me to go talk to her?” Aizawa offers with tired nonchalance.

The perpetually exhausted man has worked with Enji for so long that Azusa along with her siblings sees Aizawa as family, or a mentor at the very least. Azusa has always gone to Aizawa if she needed to talk through some stuff, especially after Toya’s passing. So, Enji ponders the offer for a minute, thinking that it may help Azusa to have someone to talk to after what all just went down.

“It’s up to you, Shota,” Enji says with a long sigh. “She may not want to talk to anyone right now.” He says with defeat, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Well, I’ll try stopping by her bunk, knock a few times, and if she doesn’t answer then I’ll leave her be,” Aizawa says as he stands up, wincing a bit when his knees crack loudly. “Try not to spend all day cooped up in here, Enji. Go get something to eat, scare the new Rangers, just anything to get you out of this office.”

Aizawa’s attempt at humor doesn’t do much to pull Enji out of his self-loathing, but he appreciates it all the same, “See you later, Shota.”

Shota leaves with a half-assed wave and Enji is left alone with his thoughts, once again. He thinks about stopping by the family bunker to see Rei, hoping that Azusa hasn’t talked to her yet so that he can have a few moments of peace with his wife before he tells her himself about just how badly he messed up this time.

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[thefloatingstone]

Hi C-puff. Since you know your manga/anime, do you have any suggestions for a person feeling nostalgic for Chobits but not looking to re-read it?

hmmmm~ 🤔

I think it depends what it is you liked about Chobits itself. A Magical Girlfriend anime (not to be confused with magical Girl anime) that I quite like but which is a little all over the place with its anime adaptations is "Oh My Goddess" or "Aah My Goddess" depending on how it's translated. it's a lot lighter than Chobits in tone, but it does have a weird mix of magical girlfriend romance... and a SEVERE interest in motorcycles. The laborious detail the manga has on its machinery is ridiculous. Fujishima Kousuke just completely indulging himself. It's great. Also it has one of the most interesting concepts for how its whole "Goddess" system works. I recommend the movie from the 2000s (which wasn't attached to any specific anime at the time) which if only in aesthetic is one of my favourite "easy to watch" anime movies. It also had a proper anime tv series made for it around 2005 I think?

For something a little grittier that really explores relationships and especially heartache a little more in depth, I'd recommend "Video Girl Ai" which is a 6 episode OVA which is based on the manga Denei Shoujo. It's far more mature (in themes, not in adult content) regarding loneliness and relationships as experienced by normal Japanese teenagers in a way that focuses on the emotional side of things. So if you need something a little less wish fulfillment and a little more personal I'd recommend it.

If you don't mind an ecchi, there is Mahoromatic: The Automatic Maiden which I still have to watch myself past the first 3 episodes, but I find the plot synopsis extremely juicy;

Mahoro Andou is a powerful combat android designed by Vesper, a secret organization protecting the world against alien invaders. Unfortunately, her remaining operational time is running short. If she continues to fight, she will shut down in about one month. However, if she chooses to avoid combat, she can live freely for over a year.

Suguru Misato is a high school boy who lives alone in a large house left behind by his late parents. Like any other boy his age, he has trouble taking care of the house on his own, so he decides to enlist the help of a maid. His problem is solved in the most unexpected way: when a couple of thugs hijack the bus he is riding, a young, beautiful girl wearing a maid outfit saves the day. It turns out that this girl is Mahoro, who has chosen to live her remaining days as Suguru's new maid.

Mahoro makes the best of her remaining time and develops bonds with Suguru and his friends during their peaceful yet lively everyday interactions. However, Mahoro is hiding her true intentions behind becoming Suguru's maid, that being that she is the one responsible for his father's death.

Again, just be aware it IS an Ecchi and as such has a lot of adult humour, however if you're familiar with the Chobits anime it's about on par with that (although the Chobits manga is not as sexually focused as the anime is). Mahoromatic is also a show created by Gainax around the same time as Chobits but before the studio had made FLCL. (it also has some INSANE sakuga in it). Just be aware you're in for a lot of anime tiddy.

Then there's DearS but I wouldn't recommend DearS because it's literally a Chobits ripoff. They have the exact same plot except DearS is even more of an ecchi than Chobits with none of the interesting meta-human commentary and more "look at my hot alien waifu who has the intelligence of a child" thing.

I see a lot of people on MAL also recommend an anime called "Plastic Memories" but I am not familiar with it myself. It's got a pretty decent score tho, and the premise seems interesting as another Android/human love story which also has the plot point of the robot girl's lifespan being on a short timer.

I hope one of those might be what you're looking for!

[infinitethree]

The group of people gathered is eclectic, to say the least.

Jeste, the Punz from the SMPza; Spark and Caper of the Prank Guild; Quizzy, making a rare appearance awake; and, lastly, Raine.

The purpose of their gathering is pretty obvious, at least. There’s some sort of poker game going on.

“C'mon, you gotta give us more than that,” Quizzy begs Raine, who shrugs a little. “Not unless you win, Quiz.”

“Real fuckin’ cruel t'bet such juicy gossip,” Caper huffs, looking quite a bit like he’s sulking.

Flatly, Raine responds, “I can always call Aster instead so he can give you the scoop himself. I'd love to watch you try to explain how you're trying to dig into his personal life.”

His smile is a technically-pleasant one that he learned from Daz.

Spark laughs nervously. “Hey now, there's no need for that–” “Or there's always asking Daz. Oh, wait– you did.”

Which had ended with Caper and Spark feeling guilty and learning nothing, because Daz wasn't interested in telling two notorious gossips why the fuck he and Aster were now awkwardly flirting at the Swords and Shields.

Usually it would be Daz here. He's a stickler for socializing, because he turns it into information gathering. 

But he had called out due to fatigue and, most likely, an attempt to avoid having to deal with the questions that he’d be badgered with. In a fit of boredom, Raine had opted to show up in his place.

Whereupon he learned that his two best friends are the hottest gossip in town.

Given what they've put him through over the years…he feels justified in dangling little morsels over this group's head.

Spark protests, “We weren’t trying to hurt his feelings!” “He can be touchy about certain things,” Raine shrugs. “It’s easy to forget, but my best friend is extremely traumatized. The wrong words at the wrong time send him into a tailspin.”

The fun part about that statement is that it’s entirely true.

He smiles at Jeste, who is still studying his cards. “C’mon, we don’t have all day.”

The guy sighs deeply and sets his cards down. “I fold. I try not to lose too much money here.”

“You play poker with Caper. Losing money is inevitable,” he answers.

Said Tommy makes a noise of offense. “The fuck does that mean?!” “You’re a ruthless capitalist. You’re literally in a capitalism groupchat. You’ve also had fuck only knows how long to hone misdirection and deception,” Raine scoffs.

Quizzy laughs. “He’s got you read for filth.” “Shut! I am not ruthless. I’m a fuckin’ bleeding-heart do-gooder.”

Spark pats his shoulder comfortingly.

Ah, there’s the Observer he could sense.

Because he’s got the most experience with questions, he answers first. “Sanctuary is my home. I’d be dead without it, and so would almost everyone I’ve become friends with. Anyone left alive would wish they were dead.”

Quizzy nods, the little ornaments on his jagged diamond horns swinging with the motion. “Things were bad in the SMPza. Atlas was trapped and his family wasn’t gonna leave him behind. I didn’t have a lot keeping me there besides him, so…following was an easy choice.”

Arms flung out, he exclaims, “And I love it here! Pranks are a part of life, I can get rich as heck, and there’s always something new.”

Jeste flexes the hand of his artificial arm. “SMPza was a hellscape by the end. I lost my arm to the Egg. The rest of me wouldn’t have been far behind. Even before then, though…it wasn’t a good place. I like it better here. It’s…fair. People are taken care of and treated with dignity. The jobs I get asked to do are less grim. Instead of trying to protect someone from a murder, I’m asked to stand guard while someone sets up a prank.”

The heads of the Prank Guild glance at each other. Caper speaks first. “Time loops were fuckin’ miserable. There were some good times, yeah, but it was…fuckin’ scores of years. Probably a few hundred, even. Nothing I could fuckin’ do but– flail uselessly. Try not to go fuckin’ crazier than I already was.”

“I don’t miss the Vault,” Spark says with uncharacteristic bluntness.

Caper leans against his side as his friend continues, “I don’t miss everything being erased. I don’t miss feeling alienated from everyone because I can’t– the person they knew the day before hadn’t been be for ten, fifty, a hundred years. It was hell.”

The two timeloopers seem somber for a moment, before Caper takes a deep breath. “But here? We’re fuckin’ free. We’ll age n’ die like we fuckin’ should. Our skills n’ shit– we can make people laugh n’ be entertained. We can get filthy fuckin’ rich n’ make friendships that won’t fuckin’ vanish.”

Impulsively, Raine reaches over and pats his hand. “And you have stupid amounts of power.”

“Gods, I love the fuckin’ power,” Caper agrees, grinning at him.

He flips his cards over. “Full house, by the way.”

Caper throws his cards down. “Fuck off!” “Yeah, I can’t beat that,” Quizzy groans, scowling at his own cards like they’ve betrayed him.

Spark grins and spreads his own cards. “Royal flush, stormboy.”

Extending his hand and making grabby motions, the Dream demands, “Fork over the info, I’m cashing it in right now.”

Because he’s not going to reneg on this, he answers, “Daz has been cooking most of Aster’s meals. They’ve gotten pretty close.”

“Holy fuckin’ shit. Are they– Raine. Raine. You’d fuckin’ tell us if they’re dating, right? Right?!”

He shrugs. “Probably! Assuming they put an actual label on it.”

The table is dead silent.

Slowly, Spark says, “They’re both kind of freaks of nature– in a positive way, I mean. But they’re weird, is my point.” Quizzy breathes, “We have no idea what dating would even look like for them. And Aster is so secretive…”

It looks like Caper has an epiphany. “They’re already fuckin’ dating n’ just not calling it that.”

Because he is, at heart, a troublemaker, Raine hums that little wedding tune under his breath as he shuffles the cards.

If his best friends want to get mad at him for this, well…

They can fuck off, frankly. He’s been in the middle of their unreasonable bickering for years, and besides that– they’ll get married and eventually have a goddamned kid.

It’s his turn to be petty and childish. He’s earned it.

[greektragcdy]

- the chicago resident , oliver farrow , was heard blaring i'm still your boy by luke hemmings this morning . the twenty-seven year old is a sports journalist in the city & has lived the west tower for 4 years . since being here , they have been told to be - melancholic , but also + adventurous , i guess we'll find out soon !

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 . . .

𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀

name: oliver farrow nickname: ol, olive, ollie birthplace: denver , co birthday: august 13th 1997 zodiac: leo gender: cis man pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: sports journalist ( retired pro snow boarder ) likes: romance novels, live music, the color blue, jumping head first into everything , stargazing after a bad day , the smell of a new book , kisses that are meant to shut you up , his baby blue jeep , singing in the shower when he thinks no one is listening. dislikes: math , arrogant people , the taste of a martini , having his competence questioned, when people walk away in the middle of an argument , family dinners , going to the airport. character inspo: dante quintana ( aristotle & dante discover the sevrets of the universe ) , clint barton ( marvel ) , cam saunders ( degrassi ) , mako ( legend of korra ) . )

𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

oliver was born and raised in denver, colorado . as the son of a political analyst and lawyer, he's always known a life of privilege. at seven years old he stole a lunch tray from the cafeteria and used it to slide down a mountain in his backyard, as he sat in the emergency room with a cast on his arm he decided that he would dedicate his life to snowboarding.

with his parent's resources, the young thrill seeker spent his afternoons on a mountain training with the best coach money could buy. by age 12 he had several medals under his belt, and by 15 he was training to make his debut at the junior olympics. brands started knocking on his door and before he knew it sports illustrated dubbed him a rising star . much to everyone's surprise fame didn't seem to affect the teen , he was good in front of a camera but once the flashes died he retreated inside of himself.

as a kid who was often neglected due to his parent's work , oliver found comfort in the pages of various romance novels his nanny used to lend him . when he was sixteen a ray of light came into his life, a boy his age that attended the same gym. behind his conservative parents backs, he discovered that he was bisexual. what was supposed to be a secret romance came to light after someone leaked the story to a sports magazine. it's no coincidence that the day after a large sum of money was withdrawn from the farrow's bank account the boy he'd grown so fond of moved away and blocked his phone number.

by age 20 he scored a gold medal for the united states , making him one of the most famous athletes in the country. it seemed that oliver had all the cards stacked in his favor - never mind the fact that his relationship with his parents sucked or that people only approached him because they wanted a piece of him - no one could deny he was at the best anyone had seen in years.

four years after his big win, oliver was getting ready for his second shot at a medal when he got into an accident that would alter the course of his life. he remembers his heart pounding inside his helmet, the white that decorated the track as he soared, and the moment everything went black. three surgeries and a busted hip later the doctors told him he would never compete again

devastation came without precursor , what he loved the most suddenly ripped from his grasp. he moved to chicago for a fresh start and scored a job as a sports journalist. the glass has never been half full for the farrow boy and with anger as his new best friend he's trying to find a way to live in this new reality.

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