#i got work done but other than that nothing really

[sloaneispunk]

“001”

frontman!in-ho x you

in-ho had manipulated everyone into thinking he was an angel. but he had one more person i convince, and when he couldn’t, he eliminated every person in the way

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“why do you keep looking in that direction?” gi-hun questioned in-ho as he caught him staring into your direction for the fifth time in the last hour.

“n-nothing, just thought i saw something.” in-ho awkwardly chuckled.

but in all honesty, he was eyeing you. he observed as you talked with your team, the group consisting of two girls and a boy. everytime in-ho looked towards your direction, he noticed how close you were with the only boy in there. it infuriated him, he clenched his jaw and fists at the idea of anything romantic between the two of you.

during the second game, he realised how badly he wanted you. upon watching your team, he grew more and more angered whenever the boy would touch you in anyway. be it holding your hand, resting his hand on your waist, or just brushing up against you.

you turned into his motivation to excel in the games.

one night, he laid awake on his bed. his thoughts trailed from the memories of the both if you accidentally locking eyes, to him even fantasing about killing the boy to get you all for himself. in-ho ran at least a hundred thoughts in his mind, trying to come up with the easiest and quickest way to eliminate his competition.

when it came to ‘mingle’, he had the perfect, most cunning plan to make you swoon right into his arms.

‘the game is mingle. when the number is called out, you are to form groups of the number and enter the nearest room.’

the platform shifted, making every player stumble as the game began. in-ho’s eyes lingered on you, watching jealously as you grabbed onto the boys arm instinctively.

‘9’

“they’ve got four! let’s go!” in-ho was the first to yell, dashing towards your team and grabbing your arm, causing everyone to follow him.

when everyone entered the nearest room, you thanked him. “thank you, sir! you must have really quick reflexes to notice us!”

in-ho could only grin. “it’s nothing, i’m glad you’re-everyone is safe.”

“hey, what do you say, we all stick together? there are more than enough people, i’m sure we can all make it out alive if we play the games together.”

he could combust on the spot. you were doing all the work for him.

as the next round started, you still held onto the boy that in-ho had grown to loathe.

‘5’ there were way too many people.

without even discussing any plans of sorts, in-ho took your hand, dragging you with him without any choice into the nearest room. that made two. you didn’t know, but the two other girls in your team were following behind. but in-ho was quick, before they could enter, he grabbed onto three other men, shoving them in and closing the door.

just as the door locked, you glanced over to the door.

“y/n! help us, please! open the door!” they pleaded, pounding on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

you tried with all your might to yank the door open, but eventually you watched hopelessly as they were being gunned down by the guards.

“no! please, we have to open the door!” you cried, sinking to the floor in agony as their screams came to a stop.

in-ho knelt down in front of you, pulling you into his arms as you had your meltdown. he caressed your hair, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down. he took in the smell of you, using every inch of his self control not to let out a groan.

“hey, it’s okay-look at me.” he cooed, cupping your cheeks in his hand lovingly. “i’m here, you’re safe.”

you nodded, finding comfort in his embrace.

when the next round started, you couldn’t find the boy, and it scared you. but having in-ho with you made things better. he draped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as the platform began to spin.

‘2’

he watched your wandering eyes searching for anyone other than him. in-ho was annoyed. was he not enough for you? was everything he had done not enough to win you over? why did you need anyone else other than him?

“we have to go!” he shouted over the chaos, gently tugging at your jacket.

you hesitated for a second, but ultimately you knew that you didn’t have many more options at hand to play, so you went with him.

just as you were running to the room, in-ho spotted the boy from his peripheral vision. ‘fuck’ he thought.

he ushered you into the room, beckoning you to turn around to face the wall so ‘you don’t have to see the violence and utter havoc taking place’. but in reality, he knew he needed to remove the last of his concerns.

the boy came closer, trying to push in-ho out of the way so he could take his place. the boy opened his mouth the speak, but in-ho was quicker. he grabbed onto the boy’s neck, trapping him in a headlock as he fought hard.

“what are you doing?” the boy tried to squeeze out as in-ho tightened his grip. he glanced at the clock, ten seconds left.

as the seconds passed, he could feel the life fading away in his arms, the andrenaline coursed through every vein in his body. when he heard a final snap, he scurried onto his feet, locking the door behind him as you turned around.

to his surprise, you ran to him, throwing your arms around his abdomen. “i thought you weren’t coming back!”

in-ho had a moment where he was taken aback, but his arms had betrayed him, he took you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

he loved it. you were practically doing all the work for him.

when the game came to an end, you exited the room with in-ho, hand in hand. when you were back in the room, you searched for the boy but he was nowhere to be seen.

eventually when reality set in, you realised that he might not have made it afterall. that night, you laid in in-ho’s arms as he consoled you. he kept you close to him in approximation and emotionally.

in-ho knew then that his plan had worked. he had isolated you from anyone you had knew from the games, bow you were all his.

[pshbites]

JAPANESE DENIM ━ nrk

pairing : riki x fem!reader genre : fluff, strangers to lovers, yearning, college au warnings : none other than the fact riki is a lovestruck loser synopsis : you find yourself missing the boy from the music store who you dont even know wc : 1.8k a/n : this actually has nothing to do with denim but it IS inspired off the lyric from daniel ceasers japanese denim - you dont even know me, its an interpretation SO i hope u guys like it !

if u enjoyed pls like & reblog, feedback is always appreciated!! also listen to the song linked to get the full experience :)))

“why are we even here man?” riki groaned, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he followed jungwon around. 

 if there was anything that tired riki out more than classes, it was probably shopping. with his amazing luck, jungwon dragged him out to get a gift for jays birthday that was approaching. after 2 hours of running around the whole city they were here, at a music store. they sold the usual, records, cds, vinyls, everything of the sort. 

“there’s this oasis record jay really wants, i’m sure it’ll be here” jungwon replied, sifting through the records on the shelf. he stood there, impatiently, hoping jungwon could mysteriously find it but instead jungwon moved to the next section making riki sigh. “just let me know when you’re done” he said, jungwon waving him off as riki navigated through the store. 

he found himself at the all too familiar hip-hop section. that was where he saw you. he didn’t think anyone was in the store when him and jungwon entered but here you were. he tore his gaze away from you and looked at the records in front of him, pretending to look through them. his efforts to distract himself were in vain because he found himself looking at you again. 

you were so pretty. possibly the prettiest girl riki had ever seen, he wasn’t really sure people like you existed. you had this slight pout on your lips, struggling to find whatever it was that you were looking for. he saw the rings on your fingers and smiled softly, you had good taste as well. he could tell that much by your outfit. you were laid back yet still girly, your bag was adorned with keychains of all sorts. he could recognize one being a frank ocean keychain. you had good music taste too. 

his gaze shifted to the records you were sorting through, most of them being kendrick lamar albums but you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for. this was his chance, he could make a move. “some of kendrick’s records could be in rnb.” he mustered up, causing you to finally look his way. he was cute. it was crazy how he looked exactly like your type. you felt your cheeks heating up a little while trying to maintain eye contact with him. “thanks” you replied, smiling softly. 

“dude come on, it’s not here” you heard someone yell out, presumably his friend. you watched the boy turn around and groan slightly. he turned back to you, “nice seeing you” he said, you nodding in return. you watched as him and his friend left, the realization hitting you immediately. you never got his name. 

…

“dani you don’t get it! what if that was my soulmate, what if i never meet him again!!” you groaned out loud in the study room the two of you were. danielle sighed, setting down her pen. “yn come on, don’t be dramatic i doubt he was your soulmate. you spoke like one word to him!” she replied, causing you to look at her. you sat down across from her, leaning over the table.

“yes but what if!” you whined out, making danielle roll her eyes. “yn you have better things to focus on, like our organic chemistry exam. professor jung doesn’t go easy” she sighed out making you frown. you reluctantly sat normally in your chair and pulled out your notebook and laptop. it fell silent amongst the both of you, as you worked on your study material. your mind couldn’t help but wander to the mysterious stranger. 

“do you think he works there?” “yn!! focus!” 

…

riki sighed, sitting down on the couch. all around him was music and flashing led lights. yet all his mind could drift to was you. that’s all his mind has been doing these past couple days. “and now give it up for the birthday boy!” jake yelled out, jay right next to him. riki shifted his gaze to them as he watched everyone cheer for jay. next to him, he felt the couch cushion dip. 

he turned to see sunoo, leaning back in the couch. “what’s up with you?” he said, making riki shake his head. “nothing” he crossed his arms, looking down at the ground. “it’s definitely something, you’re a bad liar” sunoo snickered, shaking his head as he propped his head by his hand, fully turned to riki now. riki looked up and groaned. “it’s just.. is it weird? to feel something for someone you don’t know?” he finally breathed out, looking full to sunoo. 

sunoo furrowed his brows, “not at all” he shrugged, riki nodding. “is this about the record store girl?” sunoo looked to him and riki stayed silent, making sunoo groan aloud. “okay pause you spoke like one full sentence” making riki groan as well. “okay yeah but it’s so weird like.. i don’t even know her yet im like yearning to know her?” 

sunoo sighed and hesitated before speaking up. “who knows, maybe youll see her again and this time actually get her name” he smiled, standing up and walking over to jake who was trying to smash jays face in the cake. he was right. maybe he would see you again. 

…

either sunoo was a psychic or riki finally believed in a little word called fate. because here you stood, looking at the guitar picks. maybe it was fate, that the day jays guitar strings fray and break, is the same day that you chose to come to the instrument store. nonetheless it didn’t matter because this time he was going to approach and talk to you. 

riki cleared his throat softly, looking at the shelf in front of him, something about how to clean your guitar? you looked over to see the same boy from before, clearly not interested in whatever he was looking at. “hi” you spoke, making him turn his head and seem.. surprised? “woah.. what a coincidence you know i didn’t even see you!” riki laughed nervously, scratching the back of neck. 

you smiled softly at his antics, “a coincidence indeed.. i’m yn” you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he smiled, “riki” he replied, shaking your hand, his hand was a bit clammy and he was hoping you couldn’t tell. but you could, and it was adorable. he let go of your hand and walked a little closer to you, now next to you. “do you play?” he asked, presumably asking about the guitar picks. 

“uh no, my friend just recently had a birthday and i didn’t get a chance to go to his party so i’m sort of just buying this as a ‘im sorry’ gift” you giggled a little, turning to face him. riki laughed along with you, then watched as you tried to meticulously pick out the best guitar pick on the shelf. riki hesitated before speaking, “is he uh.. more than a friend?”you turned to face him once more, now smiling. “nosy aren’t you?” you teased, making riki’s cheeks flush pink. 

“uh no- i just um- you know- was curious” he cleared his throat, trying to seem nonchalant which only made you like him even more. “no, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you finally said, making riki smile now. “oh.. cool that’s uh cool” he replied, mentally cheering. you looked back at the picks, choosing one to get for jay. you felt bad enough you missed his birthday party so it was just nicer to get him a gift. 

“so.. do you have any plans after this?” riki hummed, following you through the store as you walked to the register. “hm..” you hummed in thought, making riki even more nervous than he already was. “i guess i’m free,” you replied, smiling. you were already free when he asked you but you just wanted to make him a little nervous. “cool.. cool..” riki said as the two of you reached the register. you handed the worker the guitar pick and reached for your wallet in your bag. 

“riki where were you? i was looking for you!” jay called out, approaching the two of you. jay furrowed his brows as the worker handed you the bag and receipt and you turned around. “oh jay! i wasn’t expecting to see you here.” you said, now making riki even more confused. “how do you guys know each other?” jay pointed to you and riki and you two looked like deers caught in headlights. 

“he’s a friend!” you smiled, looking at him and riki nodding. “yep we are friends” he grinned back causing jay to make a face. “and this is for you, sort of an i’m sorry for missing the party” you handed jay the bag, smiling as he took a peek. “a pick? i lost my old one thanks yn!” he said, smiling back. you nodded in response, now looking to riki who looked to both of you in confusion. “so-“ “i forgot we have plans tonight for dinner, so we gotta get going yn” jay said, before you could even finish your sentence. riki furrowed his brows, about to refuse but jay pulled him by the arm. 

“oh.. uh bye! have fun!” you smiled softly, waving bye as jay and riki left the store, making you sigh. you still had no way to talk to riki. 

riki groaned as him and jay walked down the sidewalk. “i was gonna take her to get food or something man cmon!!” he groaned even more, making jay laugh. “why don’t you first get her number, then take her out on a date” he slung his arm around riki’s shoulder which only made him side eye him. “yeah! i can’t even do that because i didn’t ask her” “you forget i have her number” jay said. riki looked to him and smiled, clearly happier. 

…

you entered your apartment and sighed as you plopped on the couch. it was weird, you didn’t even know riki yet you found yourself thinking about him so often. his smile was so cute and you could tell he was a genuine good guy, something that was rare nowadays. you were also sure he went to your university because he seemed quite familiar. yet at the same time he seemed like a stranger, a stranger you wanted to know more about. ugh you should’ve gotten his number or something. 

you pulled out your phone and just when you did, it buzzed with an incoming message. 

unknown: hey? is this yn?  unknown: it’s me, riki :)  unknown: u know from like the music store unknown: and from the instrument shop unknown: riki also jays friend unknown: same jay you know 

you giggled softly at his multiple messages, quickly saving his contact. now suddenly things were looking up for your relationship with riki.  

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[bizbat]

Pretty Girl

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

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~ Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

~ Explicit smut

~ Fem terms used for Reader, Reader is shorter than Jason, Reader has body hair but color and texture are not described.

~ Wc: 1.93k

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ Slight squeal to Not A Problem.

C/W: Smut, PiV Penetration, Oral (female receiving), Use of the terms "pussy", cunt", "tits", "ass", "cock", Pubic hair, Nipple sucking, very brief mention of foot play (get into it, leave me alone), Fingering, Doggy style, Mirror play (you'll see), Pet names (Angel, Pretty girl, Baby, Hun, Ma, Bunny), Dacryphilia, Slapping, Jason talks too much, Creampie

Deleted the original ask but it was asking for Jason Todd with a Fem!Reader with body hair, so if you're the person who requested this, I hope you enjoy! Also if you saw this before it was finished, no you didn't.

It's not called a happy trail for nothing yk

To be entirely honest with you, Jason probably couldn't bring himself to care less.

Do you honestly think that he even notices that you haven't shaved your armpits in a while when he's frantically tugging your shirt over your head so he can suck on your tits?

Do you really think that he cares that there's a bit of hair around your ankles when he's got your feet pressed against his bulge through his boxers? I mean be serious.

This is a man who used to date an Amazon. I want you to take one look at Artemis and tell me to my face you think she shaves down there. :|

If anything, Jason is a hair enthusiast.

Hashtag bring back the bush.

When he's got your laid on your back, your legs thrown over his shoulders while he devours your cunt, he doesn't think he's done a good job unless he's got at least two strands on his tongue.

What's the point if you don't get a trophy? That's his mentality.

He, himself, is the proud owner of an absolutely gorgeous trail of thick, dark hair starting just below his belly button and disappearing down the front of his pants. Not to mention the dark tufts of hair spreading across his burly chest.

Who is he to judge?

~ Fic Starts Here. ~

"I keep telling you, Ma," Jason begins, though his words can hardly be deciphered when he's got his lips wrapped around one of your nipples and his fingers loudly slipping in and out of your squelching pussy.

He moans as he lightly nips at your perky bud, briefly tugging away to free his mouth to coo in your ear. "I don't care about all that shit you worry about." He kisses you just below the shell of your ear, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin, matched with his fingers working frantically to bring you to ecstasy make you shiver in his hold.

"Any. Of. It," He says, punctuating each word with a particularly firm thrust of his fingers. He lightly flicks at the outer shell of your ear with his tongue, before tugging the tender flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. His calloused palm brushes against your clit with each pulse of his fingers, drawing sickeningly sweet moans from your mouth.

"Jay!" You cry, the air in your living room sweltering and heavy with the warm scent of lust. "Jay, please! M-more!" Your moans make him chuckle, your earlobe still loosely clenched between his teeth. The sound of his laugh, husky and deep, coated in a thick layer of desire, sends a shiver down your spine, a heated tingling sensation coursing through your veins.

"More what, pretty girl? Use your words." His mouth falls to your neck, where he's already begun sucking his mark into your flesh. Even if it wouldn't be visible to others, he'd be more than aware of it, a constant reminder of who you end up underneath each night, of whose name you call whenever you feel good.

He gently coaxes the words out of you by withdrawing his fingers from your dripping core, and the threat is more than enough to make you beg. "T-touch me more, Jason! Please!" You grip onto his arm with a fierce intensity, desperate to have more contact with him. "Faster!"

The demand makes him laugh again, but he obliges nonetheless. "There ya go, hun. Tell me what you want." His thick fingers swipe against your g-spot with a trained precision. "Want me to make you feel good, baby? Want me to make you cum? Send all those, ngh," He grunts, moving his position so his fingers can penetrate you even deeper. "All those nasty thought outta your head?"

He doesn't have to instruct you to reply. As soon as the words leave his mouth you let out a loud and immediate "yes!", and within an instant, he's tugging out his fingers to deliver a few loud slaps to your firm clit, before shoving them right back inside, his thumb positioned delicately over the perky bud.

"Yeah?" He huffs in your ear, seemingly just as excited as you are, though his cock is straining painfully in his boxers. "You gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl? Gonna get my hand nice and wet?" It's almost mean the way he taunts you, cruel for him to expect a response when his thumb is bullying your clit with mind-numbingly slow strokes.

"J-Jay!" You grip his wrist so tightly he worries about his circulation, but only for a moment, because soon he feels your walls tightening around his fingers with a vice grip, and he knows that you'll be unraveling with just a few more swipes of his thumb.

"You close already, bunny? Gonna cum just like that?" He doesn't even have to ask, but he does. He hovers over you, caging you in with his arms as his fingers pick up the pace, making a sweet juice spray out of your pretty cunt, soaking his hand and the carpeting beneath you as you cum with a final call of his name.

"There ya go, hun," He coos, using his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm. "There ya go." He allows you to catch your breath, his fingers stilling before completely withdrawing from your cunt. He asks you, finally slipping his boxers down enough to free his aching cock from it's confines, "See what happens when you use your words, angel?"

He slides the tip of his cock between your folds, the head a furious shade of deep red. He coos again, gently calming your whines and insistence that you're too sensitive. "Ah, ah, ah, pretty girl. I just wanna make sure you feel real good,". He's hard to deny when he's got that crazed, determined look in his eyes.

You're reminded that the stretch of his fingers is nothing compared to the feeling of his thick cock sinking inch by inch within your tight heat. The familiar sensation makes you gasp, your eyes drifting down to the space between your legs where the two of you meet, and the sight stirs a tiny moan from the back of your throat.

"Jason! Fuck, so good!" You whine, your back comforted by the plush, freshly cleaned carpet. Jason hitches your legs up over his thick, muscled thighs, his fingers pressing against your soft skin. "So . . . nice, f-feels-ah, feels so nice!" You can feel your toes and calves clenching at the pressure, your gaze still heavily trained on his cock.

"Breathe, Ma." He reminds, his own chest hot and tight at the feeling of your clenching down around his length. "Gotta relax, baby, remember?" He moans once he's finally all the way inside you. "Shit, you feel good, bunny. So, so good." He mumbles into your ear, his hands holding up his weight on either side of your head.

He lets you get used to his size before he starts moving his hips, a lesson he learned after the first time you had sex. But once you're ready, he begins slowly canting his hips into your own, his thick cock rubbing against every spot inside you, every spot that makes you squirm and curl in on yourself.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his taut muscle at the maddening pace of his thrusts. "Please go faster, Jay," You whine, your walls rhythmically clenching around his flesh. "N-need it, need it, please!"

"Oh, bunny, you tryna make me feel good too?" He asks, his own eyes drifting down to where the two of you meet, his mouth watering and his gaze darkening when he sees the slight bulge of his cock in your abdomen.

He pulls back, resting on his hunches with his cock barely nestled inside your warmth, before grabbing your wrists and pressing them to the floor above your head, holding them together with one hand, and driving his cock back inside you, his pace nearly doubled.

"This good, hun?" He grunts in your ear. He places his free hand on your hip, using it as leverage to drive his cock even deeper, your wrists still pinned to the floor with his other. "Gotta-fuck-gotta let me kn-know, baby. How'm I spouse ta make-make you fe-feel good if you don't t-tell me?"

He grunts loudly. At this point, the neighbors stop filling noise complaints, the landlord does his job most of the time, and the rent is just too cheap to really be bothered by it. "Feels-feels so good, Jason! Making me feel so good!" Fuck, are those tears in your eyes? Your moans coupled with the sight of your bleary eyes make his dick stir, make his cock grow impossibly harder inside of you.

"Fuckkk, bunny, yeah? Feels good?" Jason's lip finds its way between his teeth, his hips slowing just slightly as he desperately tries not to cum too fast. "Ya want it faster? Ngh-harder?" It seems like another one of his taunts, but it's a genuine question. He can't cum unless his girl does first, so his pleasure is almost entirely reliant on yours.

"S-softer?" He pulls up just a bit, giving you space to think, or at least, hypothetically think. Something about Jason's cock just makes you go so stupid. He gently taps your cheek with the hand on your hip. Jason is well aware of his strength, and thus, the slap stings just enough to bring you back down to Earth.

"Need an answer, pretty. S'this good for ya?" He slows down even more, his hips moving at a draggin pace. This earns a loud, pouty moan from you, a whine at the lack of sensation. You try to move your hips to receive some type of stimulation, but the heavy hand he's got resting on your hip and your wrists prevents you from gaining much traction.

"Y-yes, Jay, feels so good." He smiles at your reluctant admittance. "Please m-move faster, Jay." He coos in your ear, awwing at your pleas, but picking up his pace nonetheless. "S'All ya had to say, pretty. Told ya, gotta use your words." The thought is lost on you though, because as soon as he's back to fucking you like he actually means it, your brain is right back to mush.

Jason takes the opportunity to slip his hand down from your hip to your clit. He can tell by the way your squeezing down around his length that you're getting close to cumming again. "You know what bunny?" He asks, huffing as his thumb frantically strokes your tired clit. "I'm pretty sure-ngh- you're the prettiest fuckin girl in the world."

He can feel all of his resolve dissipating more and more with each stroke, with every brush of his cock against that special, spongy spot on your walls. "I think-f-fuck me- I think," He interrupts himself by pressing a sweltering kiss to your hot flesh. "That your hair," another kiss. "And your tummy," he finishes by delivering another kiss in the center of your chest, his cock swelling with the need to cum.

"Are all Too. Fucking. Cute." He, again, punctuates each slurred word with powerful thrusts, his head hanging in your collar bone, his warm breath ghosting across your sweat-glistened skin. He delivers a few harsh smacks to your pussy, before pressing his thumb back to your clit.

He can feel himself about to hurdle over the edge, and he'll be damned if he finishes before you. He rubs and rubs and rubs at your clit, his thumb slipping from the surplus amount of wetness deliciously oozing out of your cunt. "Fuck, baby! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he urges you.

He finally releases his grip on your wrists, letting your arms drop back down to grip at his skin just before they can go numb. "Jason! Jason! Jason!" You call out, chanting his name as the building feeling of an impending orgasm grows within your gut. Your own hips bounce against his, your clammy palms gripping at his scarred skin as your cum for the second time, your mouth agape in a silent moan, your teary eyes rolled back into your head.

Jason can't help himself any longer before his hips come to a stuttering pace, thick ropes of cum flooding your insides as he cums with you with a loud groan. "Aw fuck, that's it pretty girl, that's it," he coos in your ear once the two of you come down from your shared high. He presses kisses to your neck, chin and then your still gasping mouth.

"My pretty girl . . ." His crystal blue eyes hold a tinted darkness within them, his intense gaze focused on the way his cum lazily dribbles out of your pussy. Maybe you need another lesson in self love, he thinks, his exhausted cock slowly coming back to life. "My pretty, pretty fucking girl . . ."

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part six)

tutor!jayce talis x reader, ekko x reader college au

content: after a week of sessions with jayce, you finally have to take your quiz

i dont think there's any warnings here...sad ekko like the chat requested though!!!

notes: i regret nothing

word count: 2.6k

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The start of class almost always was filled with you and Viktor talking. In fact, it was the way you first met—casually asking one another about the syllabus. There was a nostalgia whenever the two of you would meet before your scheduled start time. Viktor was truly a good friend, you’d always thought. You wouldn’t pass up your chats for anything. 

“Me and Jayce had a few sessions this week, I feel like I’m prepared for once.” You looked down at your planner as you spoke. 

Viktor dug in his bag, “I’m glad to hear that. It’s great to know that Jayce is a good tutor.” 

“He is,” you nodded, continuing your writing. 

A sound of your instructor coming in made you grab your laptop. On Fridays it went unspoken that the first task of the day was the weekly quiz. You shook off your hands, feeling a sudden nervousness. 

Viktor placed a hand on your shoulder, “You’ve got this.” He sent you a soft smile before turning to open his laptop—not at all phased by the quiz. 

“Not to change the subject, but,” you leaned over to Viktor, “How’s Sky?” 

You immediately noticed the blush prickle on his cheeks. “I think…we should focus on the task at hand.” 

A knowing smile found its way to you, “Send her my regards, then.” 

The both of you stifled a laugh, your whispers echoing over the quieting class. Soon, the only sound to be heard was that of paper being written on and calculators clacking. It comforted you to know that everyone seemed to take this seriously. In the sea of people, you thought, maybe there were others who also had a lot at stake. You let the thought carry you, almost sinking you into a warmth that made you feel surprisingly comfortable. 

Scrolling through the questions left you to picture your sessions, to imagine Jayce outlining the graph for you. The color coordinated arrows filled your mind, and the answers came flooding in. You had to be sure; you checked, double checked, and even triple checked for simple mistakes you’d made before. Before you knew it, you were submitting the quiz with a sharp breath in. 

You glanced over to Viktor who’d already finished. He looked at your screen expectantly, just as eager to see your result. With one click, the submission page loaded—with another your score appeared on the screen. 

“Oh my gosh?” You whispered quickly and looked to Viktor with wide eyes. 

“Does that say what I think it says?” 

“Viktor… I got an 87%.” 

“I can see that,” he mirrored you wide eyed expression but kept his tone low. “Well done.” 

“With the midterm in two weeks I really needed this.” You nodded to yourself, feeling the tears well in your eyes. As embarrassing as it might be, this was a reflection of your hard work and perseverance—you could do this. 

Viktor rubbed your now shaking arm encouragingly. “Good job.” 

You exhaled the weight of everything as you spoke, “Thank you.” 

With a quick flip of your hand, you pulled out your phone. You made sure to not make much noise, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your lash line. Scrolling through your recent messages was much more conflicting than you’d imagined. The urge to press on Jayce’s name, to tell him immediately was immense. You let the thought come and go, deciding against bothering him with something so minuscule. Ekko, though, he’d understand. 

You grimaced at the last messages you sent to each other being so plain—empty, even, after what happened with Jayce. You didn’t intentionally push him away—there was just so much going on. 

hi

i miss you !!! 

btw i did good on my quiz…so you should come out with me to celebrate tonight…because im def celebrating 

please? 

You frowned at your phone. Enough time passed where you thought Ekko might be ignoring you. But you couldn’t pester him—that would be even worse than simply being left on seen. Deciding to let it go for now, you paid attention to the lecture, typing away notes that you would undoubtedly bring back to Jayce to decipher later. Just before you closed your laptop, a notification popped up on screen and illuminated the top corner. 

let me know where the celebration is you know i love a good party

As the first text from Ekko went away another popped up in its place. 

i missed you too

——————

For once your afternoon and evening weren’t spent in worry about the next big thing you had to do. Your quiz was done, you’d done a good job, and you still had time to prepare for the midterm. On top of this, you had the opportunity to reconcile with Ekko; you were truly grateful. 

Arriving at the bar, you were immediately bombarded with the sound of people talking and the overwhelming background music. Your eyes trailed the sea of people, searching for any familiar figures until you settled on two. Viktor and Ekko were sitting in the corner, tucked away in a spot they knew you’d like. It was slightly intimate and allowed you to actually talk—you appreciated the thought. 

You approached the table, waving at the pair. 

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Viktor joked, nudging Ekko.

They looked at each other, Ekko speaking up, “Hey, it takes time to look good, right?” 

“Absolutely,” you high fived Ekko as you slid in beside him. The booth was rounded, which you always liked. Instead of being forced to choose what side of a seated booth to be on, you could sit and see everyone equally. You’d mentioned that particularly annoying feeling before—and they remembered. “So is anyone gonna get the fries or should I?” 

“Already ordered,” Viktor said, “Ekko made sure to get those and your drink.” 

Ekko nodded, “Shirley Temple so you can be fake drunk like you do…for the vibes you know?” 

Just then, the ordered arrived. You exchanged looks with your friends, “I love you so much.” 

“And we love you,” Viktor spoke up. “But don’t be angry with me. I saw Sky walk in just a few minutes ago.” 

“In any other circumstance, I’d be a hater…but I know you like her so go ahead.” 

“You are an amazing friend.” He moved to stand, putting pressure on his cane. “I’ll be back, but you’re in good hands.” With that, he walked away and moved toward Sky on the opposite side of the bar. 

The sound of Ekko beside you broke your gaze, “Hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“Congrats on your quiz, knew you could do it.” 

You nodded, “Thank you.” You let silence fill the space for a few seconds before speaking. You didn’t want to face the awkwardness, but it was inevitable. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.” 

“But Jayce showed up to help me and it interrupted our whole thing—and I feel so bad.” 

“Dont,” he twisted his lip, and reiterated. “It’s not on you.” 

“You sure?” 

“I just dont like people trying to walk all over you…you don’t deserve that.” 

You agreed, “I know.” You moved to start in on your fries, taking a sip of your drink between your chews. 

You and Ekko fell in and out of conversation, sometimes letting the comfortable quiet sit between you before laughing together again. Between the sweet giggles from the both of you and the crinkles in your eyes from pure enjoyment, Ekko paused. You watched him look at you with a more serious look on his face. 

“What,” you reached for a napkin, “Is there something on my face, or-“ 

“No,” he laughed, then. “There’s just nobody like you, really.” He punctuated the sentence with a slow roll of your name from his lips. You straightened up at that, looking down at your plate of half-eaten fries. 

Usually, you just liked the ambience of a bar. The social setting got you just out of your comfort zone enough to fulfill your quota without overwhelming you. But the ruckus had done just that. To top it off, you weren’t even a drinker. You never drank, in fact. It just wasn’t a taste you enjoyed. So you settled on the somewhat enjoyable appetizers they offered and would call it a night. Tonight was different. You became increasingly aware of the sensory overload, and whatever Ekko was trying to say had you feeling stir crazy. 

“I have to pee.” 

Without another word, you pushed out of the booth and beelined it for the back of the building. You moved away from the blaring sounds of people talking, cutting the corner toward the bathrooms. Even if you didn’t have to go, the solace of a quieter room sounded nice right now. You took your time, going through the motions slow—even making sure to take extra time to dry your hands twice. Your mind wandered between the hand dryer and paper towels; the time dragged but not enough to allow you to avoid the reality waiting just beyond the door. 

You stepped out, a bit disoriented by which direction you had to go in. 

“Funny seeing you here.” 

You perked up at the sound of Jayce’s voice to the side of you. Without thinking, you approached him and paused, before reaching to hug him in gratitude. 

He continued, voice muffled by you pressing into his chest. “Heard someone did well on their quiz.” Viktor must’ve told him, you figured. 

“That would be me,” you looked up at him. “With your help, of course.” 

He backed up, breaking the hug and wiping his hands in a dramatic motion. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “That was all you.”

“Oh, please. We both know I wouldn’t have done remotely well without you.” 

He grasped both of your arms at your sides, shaking you reassuringly. “What did I say about giving yourself more credit?” 

Peering up at him, you didn’t speak, just twisted your face in recollection. You took the time to observe him, his hair looking slightly different. The volume had fallen through the day obviously, and the bags under his eyes were more visible than you’d ever seen them. 

Jayce spoke again, “So how was it? Tell me all about it.” 

You stayed close to him, recounting the details of the quiz. “And like in our sessions, I made sure to go back and check my work. Made me feel way more confident and obviously… it paid off.” You put your hands on your hips, “Eighty freakin seven.” 

Jayce just smiled warmly. Not responding, but rather just admiring you and how happy you were. He reveled in the pride you showed, knowing he had a part but that it was ultimately you who had done the work. 

With a hand on your shoulder, Jayce finally spoke. “You’re really smart, you know that?” 

You suddenly became aware of how desolate the hall to the bathroom was. The sound of people socializing only echoed as opposed to resounding in your ears. Music seemed to dissipate where it would screech. You were left with nothing but the tingling of Jayce’s grip on you and the intense focus of his eyes. 

You continued to study him, watching as his chest rose and fell—mirroring you. You blinked, finally responding through a whisper. “I have a good tutor.” 

The words just barely passed your lips—tumbling off of them slowly in a way that had the man mesmerized. You watched his eyes flicker down and then back up to you. 

The hand on your shoulder found itself snaking around and up to your cheek, a thumb rubbing small back and forth motions into your skin. Jayce allowed his other hand to mimic the motion—both of his hands now cupping your face in intrigue. 

He tilted his head slightly before pushing himself forward with urgency. You hadn’t registered how quickly Jayce’s lips connected with yours until they slowed against you—appreciating the feeling. The tension in your body had released, allowing you to reach your arms up and around Jayce’s neck. Your lips molded into each other’s, like they were meant to be there and intended to stay. You tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck, allowing yourself to nip at Jayce’s lips. 

You pulled back slightly, observing only the lower half of his face. The way the ghost of facial hair lingered there. How the swell of his lower lip almost always resembled a pout—even when he smiled. 

He couldn’t stand the distance and pulled you back in, working on a lip at a time. He groaned to himself, drowning in the sweetness of your lips. He continued to nudge into you, accidentally pushing your back to the wall. Your hands roamed his back, clawing at anything to ground you. His rough stubble, the fabric of his clothes, that scent of him that you loved so much, it was all too much. 

The sound of an approaching person startled you, even more so when you heard it was accompanied by the noise of clinking metal. When you realized, you pushed Jayce away—an apologetic look all over your face. 

A call of your name had you straightening your clothes; Jayce remained still, watching you. 

Viktor had come into view, pausing his steps at the sight of the pair of you. 

“Hey,” you spoke first. “You okay?” 

Viktor looked at Jayce, then at you. “I’m well. Just curious to see where you disappeared to.” 

“Oh…I just,” you smoothed over your shirt again, “Just had to use the bathroom.”

Viktor quickly flickered over to Jayce. “And you?” 

Clearly not paying attention and still looking at you, Jayce let out a sound. “Hmm?” 

“Are you also using the bathroom, Jayce?”

“Right, yeah…” he cleared his throat. “I just stepped out. We ran into each other.” 

With your lips? Viktor wanted to say. 

“Right, well.” You interjected, “I think this celebration’s lasted long enough.” You clasped your hands together dramatically. “I should head home for the night.” 

You allowed your peripheral to linger on Jayce, expecting something from him, before fully turning your head. He masked a smile—but the quick upturn of his lip made the motion apparent.

You awkwardly raised your hand, waving to Jayce and slipping past Viktor’s standing form. Flustered didn't even begin to explain it. You moved fluidly through the now growing crowd of people, the bar becoming more packed as the night went on. Without a second thought you approached Ekko, tapping his shoulder and motioning for him to leave with you. 

“I’m tired, I think. You wanna head out?” 

Without a reply, Ekko stood, following you toward the exit. The brisk air whipped around your skin—a chill there that hadn’t been before the sun went down. You shivered, then, both at the temperature and at the lingering feeling of Jayce’s lips on yours. 

Ekko broke your train of thought, “You okay?” 

You looked over to him, “Yeah, why?” 

“It’s just,” his focus was quickly drawn to your lips. “Just that you wanted to leave so suddenly, I guess.” His mouth seemed to open and close, searching for the words. Ultimately he was taken aback; he noticed the displaced sheen of your chapstick. The shine of the balm that was once properly placed seemed to have traveled and smeared around your mouth. 

Ekko nodded to himself, urging his body to take a step away from where he’d been so close to you. 

You cleared your throat, missing the way Ekko’s body slumped. “I just wanna get some sleep, it’s been a long week.” 

“Okay.” 

Your brow arched at him, then. “You alright?” 

Ekko swallowed in his mouth, controlling his stride and masking his distress. “I’m good…let’s head back.” 

“Okay.” Your voice trailed off. You matched his step back to your place until he stopped to see you off. Without another word, you waved bye—watching him disappear down the path. 

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[pricegouge]

FAIRY ANON AGAIN GOUGE YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS CONTENT WOOFWOOFWOOFBARK.

Soap and Fairy!Reader just have a very symbiotic relationship, they both a little freaky for each other, it just works.

Got me thinking about how the other teammates treat you and cackled at the idea of Ghost being this incredibly superstitious ass that wants nothing to do with you and has to warm up to you being around him. There is exactly ONE (1) moment where Soap is like 'ah shite hold her for a second I gotta brb' and before he can say anything literally just shoves you into Ghost's hand, and he's so lost on what to do with you he just keeps you wrapped up in his hand, thumb on the top of your noggin so you can't squirm out.

Soap comes back and Ghost hasn't moved an inch

'.....Lt, you alright?'

'm fine just take the damn thing.'

Price is amused by you, but doesn't quite tolerate your mischief or curiosity as much as Soap does. If you're going to sit with him, you sit and behave. If you're a good girl, he might reward you - once he learns HOW.... he has a few ideas, but he's worried about breaking you.

You love petting his beard, combing over the hairs, letting it tickle you when you nuzzle against him. Maybe you help him make his tea or coffee, just to entertain him. He watches you put in just the right amount of sugar cubes, and then use a stirring straw to mix it all up. (Probably had to learn the hard way not to stir too much, since you spilled some coffee on a few important documents.)

When you're back to perching on his shoulder, he squishes you to his cheek with his hand in a pseudo form of a hug and calls you a good, sweet girl.

Its all done for when Gaz gets to spend time with you. Man spoils you ROTTEN. Soap walks in one day looking for you, and he finds Gaz having you try on cute little outfits he bought online. Treats you like an absolute princess. Who knew humans fashioned such cute clothes, all just for some toys??? They're all yours now.

When you want to repay Gaz, he gets a kick out of making you straddle his cock and grind on it, calls you his little cowgirl with a laugh before he holds your little waist in his hands and grinds you down harder on his cock. Use your legs to squeeze him just right before you get impatient and want your lips on his leaking tip.

When Ghost is finally convinced you're not out to steal their souls or smth, you have fun wiggling under his balaclava. Soap gets a real big laugh when he sees you peakin' your lil head through the eye opening, pressed right up against Ghost's face and getting the perfect view of the world from his perspective. How fascinating!

He takes it in stride, knowing now you're just a curious thing. He slips you from his mask when your wings smack him one too many times tho. Soap and Gaz debate on getting you a dollhouse to sleep in, but Ghost puts his vote on getting you a hamster cage just to see how the two sergeant's faces at the suggestion.

Regardless of what they do, you somehow always slip out to just to scurry over to Soap's pillow and nuzzle up to his cheek at night. He's much warmer than a simple doll's bed, after all - and if you're the first thing he sees when he wakes up, maybe he'll be that much more inclined to play with you before he really has to get out of bed.

-🧚‍♀️ (thought it'd be fitting lol.)

lmaoo ghost hanging onto fairy girly, with the same amount of stress and pressure implied:

im having fun imagining what price could do to make reader listen to him without breaking her but actually, i don't think he even needs to do much beyond give her That Look and she's instantly on her best behavior, climbing up under his hat cause she's a bit scared and just wants to be close and maybe massage his scalp in apology.

(do think she climbs into his empty whiskey bottle at least once though, because she's curious what's so good about it and gets so drunk she can't find her way out of it and the guys all have to solve the 'how to get the ship back out of the bottle proble without hurting her)

gaz with the doll clothing omg!!! and barbie clothes usually have the velcro in the back which means she'd have a place to slot her wings. that's so smart! he takes her shopping through the toy aisle when it's his turn to 'watch her' and she gets jealous any time he says one of the barbies look pretty in certain looks 😂

however. i think price catche wind that the boys are searching for an adequate doll house and pitches a fit. builds her one of those indoor green houses instead like people rear butterflies/moths or mantids in. a little plastic house will never do for their girl! (<- completely inspired by early's worm fic ngl)

[trippiexlove]

Care

Author Note: Based on the song Care by Sonder. Thank you @reigns-devotee for the song choice! If you would like to leave a request go comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots and my other stories.

Warning: A bit of Fluff & Smut mixed together. P in V. Oral (F receiving). Profanity, Praise.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC

Word Count: 2,492

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Face Claim - SZA

You know I care...

'Bout everything you do...

The ambient red lighting in the recording booth set the mood for Solana. She nodded her head to the tempo of the beat flowing through her headphones. Once she got her cue from Ken her producer. She began singing in her soft voice. Once they were done she stopped, walking out into the main area so she could hear the song. 

"Maybe for that part you could drop your voice a little bit" Solana nodded, practicing the line again. "Yes just like that" 

"Alright let's run it back" she got up going back into the booth. She threw the headphones on waiting for cue before singing the line over again. "That was good?" she looked out the window to Ken who gave her a thumbs up. 

They spent another hour in the studio, cutting and mixing up the song. Her album was coming out soon and she felt the stress of not having enough time. She wanted this to be her best album yet, adding more pressure to herself. 

Ken yawned and looked at the time on his watch. Sitting up quickly "oh shit it's almost midnight," he started grabbing his things before taking a look at Solana "you leaving?"

Solana shook her head "nah Ima stay here and work on things you can go ahead"

Ken lifted his eyebrow, looking for reassurance "You sure?"

Solana waved him off with a smile "Yes now go, I'll see you tomorrow" Ken hesitantly nodded before saying bye, leaving out the door locking it behind him. 

Solana played a different song she had recorded earlier in the week. She was making edits to it before her phone dinged. When she read the name she instantly started smiling. She opened the thread reading over the message. 

Josh 🤍: Come home mama 

Lana 💍 : omw baby 

Solana made sure to save any edits she was making and grabbed all her things. She quickly made it out the recording studio hopping into her car. No sooner than she got into the car she pulled out the parking lot. 

The drive home was peaceful with nearly empty streets. It didn't take her long before she reached the home she shared with her husband and their two young kids. She pulled into the garage, shutting it before entering the house. 

As she walked pass the laundry room she immediately stopped in her tracks. She peered around the living room and kitchen that were dimly lit by candles. Her eyes focused on the large bouquet of roses that sat on the kitchen counter. 

Her attention was pulled away when she noticed Josh come into her view. Dressed in nothing but his 49ers pajama bottoms she got him last Christmas. 

Her eyes drifted down his exposed chest, taking in his tribal tattoos. She continued looking down til she stopped at the hem of his pajama pants, where his v-line was showing. She quickly looked up as he stood close in front of her. 

"Baby what is this" she took another scan of the room before looking back at him. 

"I just wanted to do somethin' for you. You've been workin' so hard lately" he grabbed one of her hands, leading her into the kitchen. He brought them over to the dining table where he had dinner plated. Solana smiled when she realized it was her favorite. 

She sat down at the table scanning over everything. "You really out did yourself"

"Well you know how I do" Solana laughed at the cocky grin he had on his face. 

She wasted no time, immediately taking the first bite. She closed her eyes letting out a soft hum of satisfaction. "You know I love it when you make this" 

Josh shrugged his shoulder a bit, taking a bite of his food as well. "We haven't been able to chill in a while, just the two of us."

Solana nodded in agreement, placing her fork down "I know baby," she sighed, starting to feel the slight guilt creep up on her. "it's just that- this album is really important to me. I just want it to be great" 

"And it will be," he stated with confidence as the both continued eating. "everything you set your heart to no doubt comes out fire"

Solana smiled. Thankful for the supportive husband she had. "Thank you baby. Your support means everything to me"

"You ain't got to thank me ma, that's what I'm supposed to do" they both finished their food, Josh taking their plates to the sink. "But enough about that." He walked over to her, pulling her up out the chair. "Tonight is about you. There's a bath with your name on it. Your mom got the kids for the night so we're kid free. Go relax and I'll meet you up there"

Solana smiled before nodding her head. She made her way upstairs to their bedroom. Solana let out a gasp as she looked around the bathroom. Rose pedals lead the way to the large jacuzzi tub. 

She stripped out of her clothes, throwing them in the nearby laundry basket. She slowly dipped her body in the water, the warmth instantly relaxing. 

She laid there, soaking for a while. The stress seeming to just melt away by the minute. After a while she washed up before getting out. She put on lotion, throwing on her silk robe before walking out into their bedroom at the same time as Josh.

They both stared at each other before he sauntered over to her. He pulled her close to him, his hands immediately finding their place along her backside. "I know you been working late, but tonight I want you here with me." He slowly caressed her side, each moment Solana melted into him more. "Can you do that for me ma?"

Solana nodded head. Josh smiled slightly, one of his hands found the tie of her robe, quickly unraveling it. The silk material fell to the floor, leaving Solana completely bare. His hand ran up her sides before slightly wrapping around the base of her neck. He pulled her into a kiss that quickly deepened. 

He slowly backed her into the bed, Solana fell backwards as the back of her knees hit the bed. Josh leaned over her, laying some of his body weight on top. Josh lips detached from hers, kissing along her jawline and neck. Solana hands caressed down Josh's back, as he continued leaving tender kisses down her shoulders til he stopped at her chest. 

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue circling around the sensitive peaks. Solana let out a low whimper. Once he felt satisfied, he continued moving down til he was positioned in-between her legs. He kissed down her inner thigh, each one sending flutters through her lower abdomen. 

He continued to kiss down her inner thigh til he reached her glistening intimacy. He didn't bother with the teasing, diving straight in, taking a long swipe of his tongue in-between her folds. Solana's breath hitched at the contact, her hands immediately finding their place within his curly hair. 

He entered two fingers into her, causing her gasp at the new sensation. Solana back arched as the strong wave of pleasure washed over her "J-josh" she let out a shaky moan. 

Josh knew exactly what she wanted and he was more than happy to give it to her. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves, slightly sucking on it harder. Solana felt the knot in her stomach come undone, letting out a long moan.

Josh didn't stop the strokes of his fingers, kissing up her stomach til he reached the side of her neck. Kissing the sensitive spot right by her ear. He could feel her clench around his fingers as she began to squirm. "W-wait baby it's too much" she moaned out "I c-can't-"

"Yes you can" Josh cut her off, speeding up the strokes of his fingers, Solana hand immediately latching on his wrist. "Give me another one, you can do it baby" Solana breathe caught in her throat as the second orgasm hit harder than the first one, letting out a loud moan. "That's my girl" he smirked, pulling his fingers out. 

Solana bit her bottom lip as she watched him licked her essence off his fingers, before he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. 

During the kiss, Josh swiftly took off his pajama bottoms lining himself up with her entrance. He thrust his hips forward, earning a gasp from Solana. He stilled his hips to allow her time to adjust. Solana let out a low whimper. 

"What you need baby?" Solana shifted her hips, Josh immediately took one of his hands to keep her still. "Tell me what you need princess" 

"I need you" she let out almost whisper-like. Wrapping her legs around him tighter to pull him closer. 

"I gotchu' baby," He leaned down, beginning to kiss and suck on the sensitive spot along her neck. He quickly found a steady thrust, gripping her hips for support. It wasn't long before Solana's body began to shudder and that familiar knot began to form in her lower abdomen. 

"Josh" she whimpered out a moan. Josh groan as he felt her clench around him. He angled his hips slightly, hitting a new spot that made Solana wrap her legs tighter around his waist. "Baby I'm cumming"

Josh let out a deep groan "Hold it" he stated with authority. He turned them over, Solana now straddling his waist. This new angle allowing him to go deeper. Solana moaned at the new position, her nails leaving their mark along his fully tatted back and shoulders. 

"Baby I can't hold it" she moaned out throwing her head back. 

"Look at me," he commanded. When she didn't he placed underneath the base of her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Who takes better care of you than me?" Solana couldn't come up with any words to say, her mind clouded by the feeling of Josh repeatedly hitting her spot. 

He sent a smack to her backside, she moaned out at the stinging sensation. "I won't ask again Solana" his voice dropping an octave. 

"N-nobody takes better care of me than you" she let out a shaky moan. Feeling the knot in her stomach grow stronger. 

"That's right and don't you forget that" he pulled her into a searing kiss. The hand on her neck fell down to her waist. He moaned out as he felt his own release nearing. He felt her start to slow down her movements. He gripped her waist, repeatedly slamming her down onto his lap. 

Solana pulled away from the kiss "Baby I can't hold it any longer" she whined, desperate for a release.

"Let it out ma" They both came together, letting out long drawn out moans. Josh pulling her into a bear hug position. Breathing heavy as the came down from their climax. 

Josh kept her wrapped in his arms, laying back onto the pillows. Once they caught their breath, he felt Solana's labored breathing. Signaling she was knocked out. He slightly chuckled before slowly pulling out of her, going into the bathroom to get a warm rag. He leaned over Solana, careful to not wake her as he cleaned her off. He discarded the rag before getting back in bed, pulling her into his arms drifting off to sleep soon afterwards.

Solana walked around the packed out venue greeting and having conversations with different label executives and other music artists. Tonight was the party for her album, that was finally releasing tomorrow.

She was extremely happy to be able to put out this project that she been working on for so long. All those late nights in the studio was paying off. 

Though she was happy and excited for the release, she couldn't help but to feel a bit a sadness. Josh wasn't able to make it since he had to travel. Which she understood just how demanding his career was, just like hers. 

Solana ended her conversation with her label's president, going back up to the private section she had. She grabbed a drink before walking over to the balcony area looking over the sea of people, vibing out to one of her old songs. 

She was deep in thought until a familiar deep voice pulled her out her head. "There's the woman of the hour" Solana quickly turned around, her eyes widen at the sight of Josh. She nearly ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Baby what are you doing here? I thought you had a show?" Solana smiled pulling back just a little, arms still wrapped around him. "I thought you had a title match?"

"You thought I was going to miss the most important night of my woman's career?" he raised his eyebrow playfully. "Title matches will come around, but I want to be here with you"

Solana slightly blushed "Thank you for coming. It really means a lot too me" 

Josh wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, "You know I care bout everything you do" he leaned in pecking her lips a few times. "Why don't we go enjoy your night" 

Solana nodded her head. She grabbed his hand leading him deeper into the private section. For the rest of the night her and Josh stayed near each other, occasionally dancing to the beats of her songs. 

Once the beat slowed down, Josh wrapped his arms Solana from behind. They swayed slowly to song, Solana resting her head on his chest. 

She was pulled out her trance when she heard someone calling her name. She looked over seeing her manager Angela. "Hey Solana you want to say a few words, it's almost midnight"

Solana nodded her head, taking Josh hands as she walked towards the stage. The DJ phased out the music before she began talking. 

"Hey everyone," she smiled as she sent a small wave. "I just want to take the time to thank each and everyone of you for coming out tonight. This album means so much to me and I am so excited for the world to hear it. I couldn't have done this without the support of my team, Ken for working late nights with me, and the support of my husband and family" she looked at Josh as he sent a wink towards her "Again thank you for coming out to support me. Y'all enjoy Lana"

Every cheered for her as she walked off the stage and the DJ began playing one of the new songs off the album. Solana walked right into Josh's awaiting arms, giving her a kiss on her forehead. 

"I'm proud of you" Josh peered down at her, giving her a slight smile. 

She leaned up giving him a kiss, savoring this little small moment "Thank you baby". Solana felt extremely grateful in this moment. For the rest of the night the couple enjoyed themselves, celebrating the success of her newest album. 

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[hoonieyun]

paint them for me?

pairing: park jongseong x reader genre: romance and fluff warnings: nothing besides a kiss! 18+ not proofread lol synopsis: jay watches you fondly do your nails and once you've finished, he asks you to also do his.

hoonieyun notes: some more fluff before the angst begins... hehe!

wc: 1126

one of jay’s favorite things about you was your pure love and enjoyment of getting your nails done. you often got them done by an independent artist but she had moved away and you never found anyone who was just as good and would do your nails the way you liked them.

in comes jay, who convinced you to learn how to do your own nails so that you could not only save money but also do your nails how you want them done. you were hesitant at first because you knew how much skill and patience it took but that was 3 years ago and now you’re practically a professional. 

you’ve been doing your own nails ever since thanks to the encouragement of you boyfriend who surprised you with a nail kit that had everything you needed to do your nails at home and more. he even built you a station in the corner of your bedroom so you could comfortably do your nails. he loved watching you sit down and do your nails because he thought you were so cute as your brows would furrow and how you’d bite your bottom lip as you focused on doing your nails. 

today, you had found a design on pinterest of some abtract lines and shapes but it was in red and since you had just done a set of red nails, you wanted a different color. you had asked jay what color you should do and after thinking about it briefly, he suggested blue, even going as far as to pick out the specific shade of blue from the various colors of nail polish he bought you. 

“this one!” he says, grabbing it from the shelf with a cute smile. you thanked him with a kiss before letting him go back to his own thing. he would often just play his guitar, nap, or scroll on his phone while you did your nails. he liked accompanying you while you did your nails because you were always one to ask him for his advice, “does this look good?”  or “is this cute, babe?” you’d ask him as if he knew anything about nails but everything you did was cute and so were all of the nails that you did. 

it takes you about three hours to finish your nails and jay would bring you water or feed you snacks every so often to make sure you weren’t getting too tired. you showed them off to him after you had finished and he gently grabbed your hand and observed them, complimenting your nails and placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

when you begin to put your things away, he clears his throat, gaining your attention. “are you tired?” he asks and you shake your head no. “why?” you ask while continuing to clean up your area. 

“well.. i was kinda thinking.. can you do my nails? like yours! but not as long haha” he says shyly, scratching the back of his neck and placing a hand in his pocket. 

“really?” you say ethusiastically. you’ve always wanted to match nail designs with your boyfriend but never knew if jay would be interested. you guessed that since you never asked you never would’ve known so you were ecstatic to see that he was not only down to get matching nails with you but he also asked on his own accord. 

“yeah, honestly i chose this color because i liked it and wanted us to match the same colors.” he explains as you extend your hand out to him. jay grabs onto it gently as he sits across from you on the other side of your table. “aww, babe you’re so cute.” you say with a chuckle as he smiles at you endearingly. you begin to take out the items you had put away so you could also do jay’s nails. 

he was very patient with you and was the best client you’ve ever had, although he was also the first and probably only client you’ll ever have. his nails took less time than your because they were short and didn’t need much work, so you were completed in no time. he watched you with hearts in his eyes as you focused on painting his nails. a smile on his lips the whole time. he loved seeing you do things you loved so if it meant getting his nails done too, why not?

“wow, they look sick baby.” he says, looking at his nails up close. “we match!” he says while flipping his hand over so the back of his hand was directedf towards you, a wide and bready smile on his face. “can i take a picture?” you ask. 

“of course, baby.” he says and you take his hand once more and bring him over to the window near your bed for better lighting. you instruct him on how to place his hands after sliding on some of his rings for extra effect. you position your hand next to his as you take the photo, showing him for approval before you post it on your instagram. 

“they’re amazing, baby. thank you, you’re so talented.” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“it’s nothing, babe. i wouldn’t be half the nail artist i am now if you didn’t encourage me and buy all this stuff for me.” you say with a slight pout and jay chuckles as he recalls the day he surprised you with all of this. you were beyond shocked and even shed some tears because he had gone the extra mile to do something for you that he definitely didn’t need to but because he loved you so much, it wasn’t something you ever needed to ask for. 

“next time, you should choose the design too!” you say and jay nods. pulling out his phone so he could start looking for matching nails designs the two of you could do. he even adds new items and polishes into an online store so you could have more options and although you tell him what you have now is fine; you were sure that he was going to secretly put in that order anyways. 

you often spent time learning of jay’s hobbies and interests, getting to know his hometown baseball team and the ways of baseball, the seattle mariner’s, learning basics on the guitar, and his neverending need to try and make new recipes; to which you’d either be his soux chef or taste tester. 

it was only fair that jay also participated in one of your hobbies. another thing that the two of you could do together and bond over. even if it’s something as simple as getting your nails done.

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[thorraborinn]

Would it possible at all for you to point me in the direction of how to translate elder futhark runes ie: “Thor, Protector of Humanity”. I’m entertaining the idea of woodburning Norse art.

lol you're gonna hate this. Nobody asks me shit like this anymore so I'm gonna take it too seriously.

Really the answer is "no." I can try to do it for you but I don't think it makes sense for me to say "learn Proto-Norse" and hope for the best. Learning how to do this is a lot more difficult than learning Old Norse or Old English (and tbh "learn ON or OE or OHG" is the actual advice I'd give here). I know you're asking about doing this in general, and not for that phrase in particular, but you happened to provide a good example so I'm going to try a translation and show all my work.

I did put together a very non-exhaustive list of sources on runes available here but honestly that will not get you far here. Turning Proto-Norse into runes is easy, it's the language part that's hard. I also made a big list of deity names in Elder Futhark. Apparently the font embedding broke so it looks like nonsense, and I'm not gonna fight with it now. But the bolded text in each entry can be transliterated into runes. I haven't looked at this in years, but did just update Thor to be more in line with what I have here. Also, don't trust Wikipedia or Wiktionary for this stuff, you can use them as a research tool but verify independently or just use them to find other sources.

If I were in your position, I would consider using Old Norse and the runes that wrote that. Völuspá even gives us a near parallel: Miðgarðs véurr, and one of many ways to write that might be ᚦᚢᚱ ᛬ ᛘᛁᚦᚴᛆᚱᚦᛋ ᛬ ᚢᛁᚢᚱ.

I should make sure sure you're asking what you want to be asking. I'm assuming you want to translate into language that was spoken when the Elder Futhark was used. Some people say "translate" when they mean the less-commonly-known-but-more-accurate "transliterate" (turn "abc" into "ᚨᛒᚲ"). Maybe you just want to go ᚦᛟᚱ ᛬ ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏᛟᚱ ᛬ ᛟᚠ ᛬ ᚺᚢᛗᚨᚾᛁᛏᛁ and call it a day, and there's nothing wrong with that but you don't need my help for it so I'm guessing that isn't what you mean.

Anyway I'll give you my crack at a translation of the phrase you provided now in case you don't want to read the rest of this but the explanation is after the break:

*þonaraʀ warjaʀ *man(n)akunjas þonaraʀ warijaʀ manakunjas ᚦᛟᚾᚨᚱᚨᛉ ᛬ ᚹᚨᚱᛁᛃᚨᛉ ᛬ ᛗᚨᚾᚨᚲᚢᚾᛃᚨᛊ

(the i ~ ij thing is on purpose. word boundary markers optional)

Thor

There are some unclear phonological aspects of *þun?raz > Þórr. Haukur Þorgeirsson recently addressed this (this article is currently paywalled but for some reason the whole thing loaded just fine for me a few hours ago, not sure why), and I find his conclusions satisfactory, which complicates things. Haukur proposes an earlier *Þunurr but doesn't rule out *Þonarr (or earlier reflex of these). By Haukur's analysis the former is easier to resolve within Old Norse but the latter is more convenient with some other proposals already made, especially by comparative linguists. So we find ourselves with two proposals for the god's name in Elder Futhark-era language: ᚦᚢᚾᚢᚱᚨᛉ *þunuraʀ and ᚦᛟᚾᚨᚱᚨᛉ *þonaraʀ. I'm conditioned to favor *þonaraʀ, but I can't find fault in Haukur's preference for *þunuraʀ within the context of his own paper.

The only reason I'm not siding with it is that it seems impossible to resolve with Old High German donar and Old Saxon thunar (both 'thunder'; compare *eburaz > OHG/OS ebur, not **ebar). So while Haukur's got me convinced that *þunuraʀ seems like a more likely immediate precursor to Þórr, I can't shake *þonaraʀ being what seems to me, at least for now, a necessary precursor to the OHG especially. And for now, "seems necessary" beats "more likely." Of course variation is possible but that isn't a way to handwave conflicting data, it's a whole separate thing to investigate, and I haven't done that yet.

If I were researching something for myself, or for something permanent like a tattoo, I'd keep going and make sure I'm more confident. Even Haukur leaves open possibilities I haven't mentioned here. If nothing else, at least *þunraz no longer seems necessary to maintain (as Ringe 2014 thought following Noreen 1923).

Alternatively, one who does prefer *þunraz as the Proto-Germanic could probably be convinced to allow an epenthetic vowel for Elder Futhark-era language, so we're safe there.

I probably could have left all this out. *þonaraʀ is a fairly normal, mainstream way to reconstruct Þórr. But that wouldn't have been an accurate depiction of the situation. However we work this out, it highlights that what we're doing is not speaking/writing ancient, dead, unattested language. Or, if we are, it's only incidental to the primary thing we're doing, which is trying and sometimes failing to understand how attested words relate to each other, and taking sides in arguments about that.

protector

Selecting a word for 'protector' is difficult. It was only with some hesitation that I went with warjaʀ, a word only attested in compounded personal names like Landawar(i)jaʀ on the Tørvika A stone. It's highly likely to be derived from *warjan- 'to protect/defend.' What's a little weird, though, is that it seems to always be written warijaʀ, in apparent violation of Sievers' Law. I won't get into details here because this post is gonna be long enough as it is, but let it be known the word (and others -- the (i)ja thing recurs a bunch in the Elder corpus) is controversial and my preference for leaving it as it's attested would probably not be universal.

Snorri calls Thor verjandi Ásgarðs, Miðgarðs 'protector of Ásgarðr, Miðgarðr.' To be honest, this isn't the most common use of verjandi; usually it means 'defendant' in a trial, but we can get its meaning from context. We should stop to question whether it could have been used that way some 700 years before Snorri, and once we're satisfied that we can use it we run into trouble again with the non-phonological change of the suffix *-andz > -andi. The *-andz suffix is poorly attested in the Elder Futhark. We have the Tune stone's witada witanda-, but it's a compound word and doesn't give us the nominative ending. Then there's the Eggja stone's suwimąde swimmande and gąląnde galandi which are late enough to be basically fully Old Norse, and doesn't tell us much about earlier language. In Old Norse, these -andi words have the same endings as an n-stem in the singular, and maybe they did in Proto-Norse, but we don't have nominative (or even uncompounded in any case) forms from early enough to be sure. *warjandʀ or *warjanda? Or something else? If not for this, it's the word I'd probably use, and if we want to come as close as we can to technical dictionary accuracy, we'll have to be okay with a shot in the dark at the morphological state of the language.

Also derived from verja are vernd, verndari, vǫrn, vǫrðr. Both vernd and vǫrn mean roughly 'protection' and it makes more sense to say that Thor gives or provides them than that he is them. A vǫrðr is a guard or warden -- Heimdallr is definitely a vǫrðr but I'm not certain Thor is. Most likely, verndari is a later, Norse-era formation, which is unfortunate because it is the word I'd use if we were translating to Old Norse (might go a little bit something like ᚦᚢᚱ ᛬ ᚢᛆᚱ(ᚿ)ᛐᛆᚱᛁ ᛬ ᛘᚭᚿᚴᚢ(ᚿ)ᛋ).

In Old Norse there's also gæta. It isn't attested outside of North Germanic which means relying on internal reconstruction, which isn't great. Kroonen's (2013) *ganhatjan- makes sense and PN *gą̄tijaʀ does seem pretty reasonable as a reconstruction. Semantically, I'm not sure if it's a good fit, though I'm having trouble articulating why. Its meaning should be something like 'to watch, tend, take care of' and in most modern language is more like what Iðunn does with her apples, or what a shepherd does with their flock, than what Thor does with humans, but I don't know that we can be so precise with Proto-Norse and in either case I don't think it's wrong. Actually, perhaps gætir Miðgarðs would be a better way to put it (hint: gætir Miðgarðs < *gą̄tijaʀ miðjagarðas ᚷᚨᛏᛁᛃᚨᛉ ᛬ ᛗᛁᛞᛃᚨᚷᚨᚱᛞᚨᛊ).

The Norse word hlífa might be closer to what we're looking for, though it might only seem that way because we have little evidence to contradict it. In Norse it means 'to protect/defend/shelter (from something)' and works here, but its attestations in other Germanic languages are a little weak and don't inspire confidence in the semantics.

Given all this, I can't help but feel it's best to return to war(i)jaʀ. Though unattested outside of names, it presumably had an independent existence at some point, and is transparently derived from the verb *warjan- 'to defend.' And maybe most importantly, it is actual, attested language. This is a rare opportunity to forget about what I said at the end of the "Thor" section and connect to real language committed to real record by real people.

As an aside, véurr, mentioned way above, is probably etymologically equivalent to vé + warjaʀ, so *wīhawarjaʀ ᚹᛁᚺᚨᚹᚨᚱᛁᛃᚨᛉ.

humanity

We catch a break with 'humanity.' There are complications but they won't end up mattering. There are a few ways to say 'humanity' but they all start man(n)-; we can have our pick of -kin or -kind to end it but -kin is more common, which in PN is *kunja. But the 'man' words in early Germanic languages are a little weird. Sometimes it has one n, sometimes two; it's always two in Old Norse, but it's hard to say if that was true in elder runic language. Fortunately we can sidestep this: in most runes you only write a letter once, even if the sound is long. But to use a connecting vowel or not? Gothic has compounds in mana-, manna-, man-, and mann-. So *man(n)akunja or *man(n)kunja? Well, as Martin Syrett (1994) pounds out, Germanic in general and Gothic in particular are not consistent when it comes to stem vowels in compounds. There's a tendency to spread -a- as a connecting vowel even where it doesn't belong. So we should feel pretty safe that even if *man(n)akunja isn't the inherited form from Proto-Germanic, it was always a possibility. Finally, worst comes to worst, you could just let ᛗ stand for the whole word, given that it's the 'man' rune anyway.

Last, we'll have to put that in the genitive case to make it 'of mankind.' We don't have examples of neuter ja-stems in the genitive from the Elder Futhark but there isn't really strong reason to believe it wasn't *-jas, so: *kunjas.

We've arrived at my answer:

*þonaraʀ warjaʀ *man(n)akunjas þonaraʀ warijaʀ manakunjas ᚦᛟᚾᚨᚱᚨᛉ ᛬ ᚹᚨᚱᛁᛃᚨᛉ ᛬ ᛗᚨᚾᚨᚲᚢᚾᛃᚨᛊ

Anyway I hope you don't mind me going completely over the top answering this, I don't think I realized before starting to answer this that I needed to get it out of my system.

[charmac]

than copy-paste my ask w/out the stuff about his acting bc the rest of the stuff i said is still completly valid. i don't get why stans refuse to even admit that their fav is some times a bad person and call them out on their bullshit. you can still like him without ignoring or excusing his shitty behavoir

"not trying to start anything i really want to hear your and other ppls opinions. after seeing that redit video today abt the onset fight combined with other stuff glenn has said and done like the antivax stuff. im starting to really dislike glenn. he acts like a self obsessed tool all the time but so many stans baby him so much that they refuse to see or say anything about it [deleted] but maybe you or others have reasons to stan him pls share bc im clearly missing somthing. i dont want to not like him but hes making it very hard"

(the Reddit video being Rob talking about how Glenn freaked out during the filming of The Gang Saves the Day because he didn't feel comfortable getting "shot" in the scene with Dee killing all of them and threw a tantrum on set)

First of all, I don't think anyone refuses to admit Glenn is anything but perfect, and I also don't think anyone excuses his "shitty behaviour," but while you only may have just become aware of this moment, it was first brought to light in 2017, right before Glenn left the show "for good" and has kinda been hashed to death. If you're genuinely asking 'why is no one talking about Glenn's temper tantrums from 8+ years ago,' idk how to answer that question other than: why would we be? It's just not relevant

We know, from set stories and Glenn himself, that Glenn has gone through many ups and downs on the set of Sunny. He's spoken quite a bit about how his attitude has ruined the vibe and created a lot of tension in the writers room and on set before, and it's something he needed Rob to bring to his attention in Season 11 because he couldn't recognise it harmed other people (and that's what led him to realise he needed to walk away). I think it's not, like, a hidden or dismissed aspect of his personality that he's a diva, even today after righting his attitude and returning, he still tends to "method act" to a degree when he's playing Dennis and comes off a certain way

So yes, he's been "exposed" as a brat on set and a little entitled in general, and he's got some questionable views on health, for sure and I think that can make you dislike him and if that's so...that's fine. I don't think anyone in this fandom cares if you do or don't, honestly, but that works both ways.

People who post about Glenn in fond ways aren't going to disclose that they know he's entitled and centrist every time they post anything about him, but whenever something does happen/come out, people do criticise it in the moment. The Podcast brought a lot to light and it seemed like weekly we were scrutinizing something RCG said but, like, there's genuinely nothing Glenn has done in the past year that the fandom has chosen to ignore for the sake of excusing his shitty behaviour...? Are we supposed to rehash dead and buried RCG drama just because it was reposted to a different platform?

I get if you're just learning about him as a person now it can be weird to see most people who are actively talking about him seem to just be stanning him blindly, but that's really not true. The TASP days are just behind us, and Glenn's PR is very strong with his gay whiskey tour front and center (and you're asking me lol).

As to providing you with reasons for stanning him... just search "Glenn Howerton Interview" on Youtube.. or watch this one .. and if you don't get it, you probably just don't like him and that's fine, lol he'll probably get you eventually if you're around long enough

[just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr]

Headcanons

Recovery, Post death-cure, safe haven

(I’m sorry in advance)

Tw: depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts/attempts, self harm, panic attacks etc

Thomas

- This man has some extreme survivors guilt from everything.

- He gets flashbacks, especially in dreams, of him working with WICKED, helping them build the maze and having to watch his friends through the beetle blades.

- He feels responsible for everything his friends went through in the glade and for not trying harder to help them (even though the others have continuously told him that they don’t blame him and it wasn’t his fault).

- Even through the scorch, he feels guilty for not doing more to help because if he had only acted faster, they might not be there at all.

- He sometimes has panic attacks because of this and on the worst days he wishes he could have died instead of his friends because he feels like their deaths were his fault.

- Occasionally he turns to self harm, believing that he deserved to feel the pain he put his friends to.

- Newt found him once with the knife in his hand and immediately stopped him, cleaning the cuts and making Thomas promise never to do it again because nothing was his fault and he doesn’t deserve to feel pain.

- Newt then makes it a regular occurrence to draw little butterflies on Thomas’s wrist and arms (iykyk)

- Newt got really worried the first time Thomas had a panic attack in front of him because he didn’t really know what to do to help but he slowly figured out little ways to calm him down.

- Taking him to a quiet, familiar place, helping him breathe, making him tea and cuddling up with a blanket and a movie on in the background

Newt

- I think I already covered this in another post but being sick is a huge trigger for Newt. He gets super edgy and Thomas can tell. He continuously checks his arms just in case the veins are black

- I’m convinced he’s got Emetophobia (fear of throwing up) because it triggers memories of when he had the flare and he felt nauseous all the time.

- His immune system is weaker than everyone else’s so he gets sick a lot more often than the others and even a simple cold would have him shivering in bed all day with tea and five blankets

- Newt also doesn’t like to acknowledge the fact that he’s sick because he doesn’t want people fussing over him and asking him if he’s okay so he will just say ‘I’m fine’ as he’s actively throwing up.

- He usually distances himself whenever he’s ill because he’s scared that he’s not cured and is going to snap and hurt someone but Thomas isn’t having it.

- Thomas will wrap him up in a blanket and hug him until Newt stops struggling to get away and melts into a little shivery puddle in Thomas’s arms

- Once he’s finally accepted that he is ill, Newt becomes very very clingy towards Thomas and stays in bed all day with tea and a hot water bottle

- I also think Newt and Brenda would be really good friends in the safe haven because they’ve both had the flare before (obviously Brenda was cured relatively quickly but still) so they can relate to each other and Newt sometimes feels like Brenda’s the only one who really knows what he went through, so he talks to her about it when he doesn’t want to go vent to Thomas or Minho

- He has a lot of nightmares from when he was a crank, often dreaming that he had died or else had cracked and hurt someone and more than once has woken up screaming with tears in his eyes and blood in his mouth because he bit his tongue so hard.

- His broken leg gets better over time but it never fully heals. Jorge told him that he should really be using a cane or a crutch but Newt done right refuses either because he hates people making a fuss over it and he will still work even if the pain is so bad he literally has to hop around (Thomas isn’t having this either and drags Newt to bed and massages his leg for him)

- Newt still had suicidal thoughts. They aren’t as strong as they were in the glade and he doesn’t seriously consider trying anything but it’s always in the back of him mind. Thomas is the one who gets him his little safety pin necklace because he knows it’s something Newt struggles with ( and yes Newt did cry when Thomas gave it to him. Tell me I’m wrong)

I will do Minho, Gally, and everyone else but I’m splitting it up into different posts just so y’all aren’t waiting forever <33

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

[22]: Paranoid

Gah...fuck you burnout...

No Im not dead, sorry for the hiatus...

“Ping!”

The sound through your headphones was like music to your ears. One more machine done.

You slowly read the common text lines on the screen, sprinting away to the machine right across from you.

The higher floors you got to, the harder this became. Most of the “all common twisteds” floors were fine, but then there were maps that because you had so many twisteds you could just get a centimeter of a machine done each time you went out. And then there was the nightmare that is Twisted Shelly, making it EVEN SLOWER.

You let out a groan as the eye symbol popped up again on your screen and you swiveled the mouse to face the direction you ran. Quickly, you turned the screen behind you to see an annoying Flutter chasing you.

You had made nicknames for the twisteds like Toodles, Looey, Gigi, and of course, Flutter. She was “Bobblehead”. You know, like the weird wheel of fortune things? Her head moved from side to side, but her gaze never broke from that one spot, aka you.

You gotta say, the developers did a decent job on her. She ALMOST made you shiver once.

Blackouts didn’t help her case either. Not any more scary than she was on regular floors.

Really, it was always annoying when people freeloaded in blackouts or when they were on one heart just because they were “scared”. THE WHOLE POINT OF THE GAME IS TO DO STUFF AND THEN DIE. THE FLOORS ARE INFINITE, THERE ISN’T AN END POINT.

Plus, the more machines you do, the more ichor you get! People race for machines for this very reason!

(Ahem cough cough sorry for rambling about my frustrations anyways uh)

Silence as the eye symbol crossed out, indicating she had lost you. She turned around and flew in the other direction immediately, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

Stupid…

The dripping of the ichor as you worked on the machine was a bit odd to you in the beginning. A strange noise for aure, but you had gotten used to it. Still, even now as your character, Astro, turned the wheel with his magic, it still was almost foreign.

You never knew if it would be like normal to you ever, but that wasn't the point.

The machine’s light turned from blood red to a grass green, and a text box appeared automatically upon its completion. You briefly scanned over the words, before boredly returning to your gaze on the speed candy a bit away from you.

And then you stopped.And you looked back at the text.

“This never gets easier.”

…Was that a line?

Never in your whole time of playing Dandy’s World had you ever seen that line. Was this new dialogue? But…they never added new dialogue for characters, ever.It at least sounded normal, something he would say, but it still made you raise an eyebrow in pure confusion.

Squinting, you continued on after realising you had been standing in the middle of a large area, where twisteds could get you easily.

You resolved to look that up on the wiki later, picking up the speed candy with a single press of the E key.

But it continued.The next machine you did, there was another “new line”. This time even weirder than the first.

“3 more…? Can we rest first?”

You glanced up at the bar above, and indeed it said 12/15 machines.

…Would Qwel really put a line in the game that breaks the fourth wall?

She had to have, though, as there was the proof right in front of you. A shimmering blue textbox with those words directly imprinted on it.

Or was that just based on circumstances?

Trying to ignore it once again, you finished your 13th machine.

This time he said: “Do you not know what the word rest means?”

You don’t know a time where you’ve been more invested in what the toons actually say.

“I…do…”

Yeah ok, maybe you’ve been doing machines fast. But how did…?

You leaned closer to the screen, curious. But nothing happened. Nothing weird was going on.

And then you screamed and fell out of your chair as your character turned to look right at you.

“Then show that you know it.”

You stayed on your fallen chair, too scared to move despite the plastic digging into your arm and surely leaving scratches.

What the fuck?

Your hands felt numb- no, your mind felt numb. This has to been a dream. Right? This is a dream!

You didn’t have the courage to look at the screen again; the courage to get up. You just sat curled up in the cubby under your desk.

And your mind was flooded.

Thoughts were drowning your mind out in a field of static. “What if”’s plagued you, toying with your emotions. You couldn’t help it. If they were real, and…and that dialogue was genuine…then they surely didn’t want to do this, right?

He was probably angry. They were probably all angry. All the characters you had ever played. Angry that you had subjected them to this torture where they were forced to die over and over again.

Forced to watch their teammates dwindle down. Forced to use these items as you pleased to pick them up. Forced to be puppets on strings just for your entertainment.

Your entertainment. Your pleasure. Your ENJOYMENT.

You were a monster.

You didn’t even notice the salty taste of tears slipping into your mouth.

[justanothermemestrider]

Nothing Ever Stays Dead - Part 7

Sgt Gadriel x Childhood Friend OC

Woooooweeeeee babes. Looks like our favourite couple is finally catching a break. Or are they?

Blood and gore under the cut, as well as loads of general 40kness. Apologies for spelling or grammar errors.

If this is your first time here, welcome! If you like the look of this fic but aren't caught up, check out the master list here to see all the parts I've done so far :)

Otherwise, thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Gadriel is sure he's lost consciousness at least twice now. This time, rather than spur him back to life with yet another blow to his wounds, Severus allows him to awake on his own. Gadriel's eyes are heavy. His vision, a swirling mess of black and white spots. When the haze fades enough for him to actually see, he finds a a deep, rippling pool of blood at his feet.

The poison still hasn't worn off. Even after... Throne, how long has it been? An hour? A day?

"Hey! Angel!"

Gadriel raises his eyes.

"There you go," Severus smirks. "Stay with me, now. We're not even halfway done yet."

The slaver flicks his right wrist- the mechanical one. The metal joint clanks with the movement, and several, large droplets of blood are sent flying off its pointed knuckles.

"You know," Severus muses. "I'm thinkin' maybe I don't give you to the Drukhari after all. I'm thinkin' maybe I'll just bleed you like a pig, then strip you for parts. You angels got a lot of fun things going on under the hood; things that I bet'll sell real nice on the black market."

He flicks Gadriel's chest with his forefinger. Gadriel's mind is so lost amidst its agony, he doesn't even feel it.

"I mean, you've got what; two supercharged hearts and three superlarge lungs? A layer of subdermal armour as thick as steel and the literal progenoids of a demi-god jammed up in your neck? You're priceless, really! Still a pretentious little shit, of course. But a priceless one at that!"

Vaguely, Gadriel wonders what the dark eldar wyche must think of all this. He'd expected her to argue, or even just react. But when Gadriel casts his eyes to where she's standing at the back of the...

She's gone.

Gone? But where? Did she get bored? Have other duties to attend? Prisoners of her own to torture, perhaps?

Wait. Wait. He remembers something. A feeling, an idea. Formed ages ago, before blood loss and shock had vegetated his brain.

"Mmm. Yeah. Tell me, how's that been working out for you?"

"Not great. But soon, I expect that to change."

"Oh? And how do you figure that?"

"You'll see... "

I'd been waiting, Gadriel realises. Waiting for her to leave. And now she's gone. That means I can...

As if on cue, acidic saliva stings the back of his tongue.

"What else you got?" Severus continues to ramble. "You got a rib plate instead of cage? Surely that will go for something. Oh! And all those little bits of tech that hook you into your armour. Now, to the right people, those will go for bags!"

Dropping his chin to his chest, Gadriel mutters something unintelligible.

"Sorry?" Severus says. "Did you say something?"

Again, Gadriel murmurs. But again, no words are discernable.

Scowling, Severus closes in on Gadriel, turning his ear towards the space marine's face. "Speak up, damn you. Use your words."

"I said," Gadriel mutters. "That you forgot one."

"One of what?"

"One of the organs that seperates a space marine from a human."

Avarice ignites within Severus' black, soulless eyes. "Well, go on, then!" he demands. "Tell me!"

Now, finally, Gadriel raises his head. "It's called Betcher's gland," he says. His voice is little more than a hoarse, croaking whisper.

"Betcher's gland, huh?" Severus says. "Haven't heard of that one. What is it?"

Gadriel locks eyes with the slaver. He licks his lips. "It allows us to spit acid."

As he'd suspected, Severus is slow on the uptake. For all his cruel behaviour and love of technical jargon, the bastard is about as clever as he is brave. That gives Gadriel plenty of time to work up a glob of saliva large enough to hoick into the man's face. It lands on his left eyebrow.

Initially, Severus recoils in surprise and disgust. But before the slaver can curse Gadriel or punish him for his slight, the acid begins its grisly work.

Severus' eyebrow evaporates, the flesh beneath it popping and hissing as it retreats from his skull like melting plastic. His brow bone kisses the open air, then blacken and turns to gluggy, carbon ash. An acidic droplet lands in the centre of his left eye. The entire thing pops like an infected cyst.

Severus drops to the floor. Limbs locked up, mouth ripped open in a terrible scream. He claws at his melting face, but that only spreads the acid to his hands. The fingers of his alien hand remain mostly intact. His organic ones, meanwhile, are stripped to the bone in seconds.

Gadriel watches the man writhe and wail at his feet with half a smile- he's too exhausted to laugh; the exertion of it might just make him pass out again. But Throne dammit if he's not enjoying seeing this bastard is so much agony.

If this is where he is to die, there are few sights he'd rather be seeing. Well, in truth, there's only one.

If it can't be Ellie's face, let it be the face of her tormentor as it's melted off with acid.

Gadriel smirks to himself. Twisted as it is, there's a lot of romance in that. He appreciates it. Surprising how much he appreciates it. Surprising he even remembers what romance is, after everything he-

Throne. I'm loosing it. Can't keep my thoughts straight.

Must be the blood loss. Catching up with him.

How did it take in the end...

Can't see Severus anymore. Just black. Black and screaming. Blood and steel.

How long has he been here? An hour? A day?

Gadriel doesn't know. He doesn't...

"Gadriel!"

That voice...

It's her.

Ellie.

His Ellie.

Gadriel's smile widens a little. How kind of his mind to flash her memory before him as he dies. It would've been nice, however, to have seen her face one last time.

"Gadriel! Can you hear me? Open your eyes, darling. Please, open your eyes."

Gadriel can't. He knows he can't. He tries- how could he not try for her? But his body, his mind, they are lightyears away. He doesn't even feel the pain anymore.

I'm sorry Ellie, he would tell her if he still had a voice. I'm sorry to abandon you again.

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"Gadriel!" Ellicent cries. "Gadriel, can you hear me?"

He doesn't look up. Doesn't even move. His head is entirely limp in her hand. Blood is literally lapping at the sole of her boot. His skin is as grey and clammy as a corpse.

"Open your eyes, darling." Ellicent's voice is meek with tears. "Please, open your eyes."

Nothing. Still nothing.

Oh Emperor, please. Please no. Please don't do this. Not again.

Thundering footsteps behind her. Ellicent looks over her shoulder in time to see Titus enter the room. His helm moves sharply between her and Gadriel. "Step aside," he says. Though it is an order, his voice is surprisingly soft. It's enough to coax Ellicent away from Gadriel and do as the Ultramarine says.

Titus exchanges his bolter for his power sword, activating the weapon with a plasmic whine. With one clean slash, he severs Gadriel's chains.

Gadriel collapses to the floor. The pool of blood beneath him splashes up his front. He lands on his knees, slouches forwards. Both hands clutch at his right side and terrible scream tears through his entire body.

Ellicent drops to her knees in front of him. Grabs his tear-streaked face and presses her forehead to his. "Gadriel. Darling, look at me."

He's trembling in her grasp. His breath, barely more than short ragged gasps. But he's alive. He's awake. And at the sound of her voice, he even manages to lift his head a little.

"... E... Ellie..."

Ellicent chokes on a sob. "Yeah. It's me." Throwing her arm around his neck, she hugs him tight.

Gadriel doesn't have the strength the speak. Nor to lift his arms to return her embrace. Even so, he manages to reply by nuzzling his face into her neck.

Weeping openly now, Ellicent kisses his cheek. "I know," she murmurs. "I'm here. I've got you."

To her left, ceramite clangs against the floor. "Can you walk, brother?" Titus asks, crouching beside Gadriel.

Without pulling away from Ellicent, Gadriel turns his head towards the other space marine. "I..." He's cut off by a grimace, followed by a vicious bout of wracking coughs. Titus touches his shoulder. "I'll take that as a no." Sheathing his power sword at his back, he carefully takes Gadriel's arm and slings it over his neck. Ellicent, taking her cue, gives Gadriel one last kiss on the cheek before releasing him and scampering out of the way.

Titus hauls Gadriel onto his feet with a grunt, putting an arm around his waist. Gadriel cries out with the movement and sags heavily against his armoured brother. Titus, however, holds him up with relative ease. Letting Gadriel's arm hang loose around his neck for a moment, he reaches for his hip. Ellicent notices another holster, from which he extracts a weapon. Small, thick and glowing a bright, humming blue.

A plasma pistol.

"Have you used one of these before?" Titus asks her.

Ellicent nods.

He seems to stare at the side arm for a second. Then, he offers it to her. "Take point," he says. Then, in a tone that's slightly softer:

"Keep us safe."

Ellicent is taken off guard. His allowing her to guide him through the ship is one thing, but to offer her a weapon? That's-

Cut it out, Ellicent snaps at herself. No time for that right now.

She takes the weapon from Titus. It's weighty, but we'll balanced. The fact it's projectiles are energy, too, should make its recoil easy to handle despite her single arm.

Looking back up at Titus, Ellicent nods.

"You've got it," she tells him.

Titus returns her nod. Then, he touches the side of his helm. "Squad Talasa, this is Titus. I've got the sergeant. He is alive, but badly wounded. Have an Apothecary on standby to receive him."

A pause.

"Affirmative. Broadcasting my locus now. Inform me when you are two minutes out. Titus out."

He drops his hand from his helm.

"Is that our rescue?" Ellicent asks.

"It is mine and Gadriel's, yes."

His tone is terse, pointed. Thought Ellicent feels her hackles rise, she keeps her own emotions on a leash. "Fair enough," she answers.

Turning away from the pair of space marines now, she steps towards the door. As she does, her metal foot clinks against something. She glances down. Her eyes widen at what she finds.

It's an arm. A bionic arm. Attached to the shoulder of a human man lying on his back. Half his face is gone. Melted, as if by acid. Even so, Ellicent would recognise him anywhere.

Severus.

She crouches beside him. His mouth is agape, but no sound comes out. His left eye is a watery puddle within his skull, and the flesh of that entire side of his face is entirely eaten away. Only bone remains. And even that is pot-holed and blackened. But his chest is moving. Breath still wheezing in and out of his throat. His one good eye also tilts towards her.

A chill runs through Ellicent's body. It is not, however, from fear. "I knew it was you," she murmurs. "If there was one thing you hated more than the idea of me escaping, it was the idea of my being saved."

Severus says nothing. Just wheezes at her. The contempt in his remaining eye, however, is palpable.

"Who is that?"

Ellicent turns to see Titus looking at her from over his shoulder.

Ellicent glances back at Severus. At his still-melting face. Gadriel must've spat on him; it's the only explanation she can think of. If that is the case, then the acid isn't anywhere near done with him yet. Another few minutes, and he'll be either dead or totally vegetated. The thought brings a smile to her lips.

"Dunno," she says to Titus. "Some kinda serf, maybe. He's too far gone though. Not worth saving."

"Perhaps we should give him the Emperor's Mercy, then."

Eyes still on Severus, Ellicent shakes her head. "No," she says. "No, we don't have time. Besides, the gunshot would alert every xenos still here to our location." She gets to her feet. Severus follows her with his eye. She could be mistaken, but she swears she sees a flicker of pleading somewhere behind it.

Ellicent curls her upper lip in disgust. Then, without a second glance, she turns her back on him.

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"Where are we right now, in relation to the ship's outer hull?" Titus asks.

Ellicent clears the next hallway, sweeping the sights of her plasma pistol across it. Nothing.

By the Emperor, Titus has really aired this place out. "Far," she answers his question. "We're basically in the belly, right now." She looks at him from over her shoulder.

"Can you get us closer? To the outer hull, I mean?"

"Sure," Ellicent replies. "We keep moving down, we'll hit utility. Only walls thinner than those are the hangars."

Titus gives an affirmative grunt. "Take us there."

"Can I ask why?"

"You may. But I'll not be telling you."

Ellicent just smirks at that. Irritating as Titus' continued mistrust of her is, she understands it. And with him being the only one of the two of them who can carry Gadriel, she's not about to antagonise him, either.

With every second that passes, her beloved's condition grows more and more dire. He's slipped out of consciousness again, head lolling against his chest as Titus drags him along. Ellicent has to suppress the urge to go to him. To grab his face and scream at him to wake up.

Stay focused. The best way you can help him is to stay focused.

As they leave the torture chambers behind, the interior's architecture begins to change. Colours shift from black to grey. The rib-like structures lining the walls gain hard, mechanical edges, and the lighting gets significantly brighter. All are signs that they've finally reached the ship's utility levels. Means they're not far now.

It also means they start encountering the enemy.

Titus never made it down here. As such, the Dark Eldar force hasn't been thinned. When they hear the clang of Titus' ceramite and smell the stench of Gadriel's poisoned, thinned blood, they come swarming like flies. But most of the warriors here carry swords and knives. And Ellicent's fire is as ruthless as it is accurate. Alien heads, hearts and throats all explode under the glare of her plasma pistol. Soon, their wake is littered with charred and decapitated corpses.

In Ellicent's hand, the plasma pistol vibrates like an anxious heart. Its grip is becoming warm. The blue light from its chamber taking longer and longer to dissipate after every shot. She keeps this up any longer and the damned thing is gonna explode in her hand.

"Titus!" she shouts over her shoulder. "How far away is your rescue!"

"That depends," the Ultramarine booms. "How far are we from cargo?"

"This is utility!"

"In that case: two minutes."

"Thank the Emperor," Ellicent breathes.

At the next curve in the hall, Titus sets Gadriel down. He draws his bolter, aiming it straight down the corridor ahead. Ellicent, meanwhile, covers their rear. She glances at Gadriel. Throne, he looks like a corpse. Again, the urge to drop to her knees at his side threatens to overwhelm her. But again, Ellicent makes herself suppress it.

"The hell have we stopped for, Titus?" she hisses.

Titus' reply couldn't have been shorter or more curt. "Rescue."

Ellicent looks at Gadriel again. Her heart rages.

"We're in the middle of a Throne-damned hallway," she growls. "I can hear the xenos getting-"

"We hold this position," Titus says.

"Why the f-"

"Trust me, Ellie."

That makes Ellicent pause.

He knows my name; he used it. Not just my name, but the one Gadriel gave me.

Before she can process the implications of that fact, Titus is shouting at her. "Contact! Both sides!"

Ellicent blinks her head clear. Lifts her plasma pistol and stares down its barrel. It's just as the Ultramarine had said. Drukhari. Dozens of them. Sprinting down the hall with blades in hand.

Ellicent sets her jaw; aims and open fires.

At first, she manages well. The hallway is long, with very little cover. It creates a bottleneck; a funnel, that forces the xenos straight into her line of sight. Means Ellicent rarely misses. And every shot that lands is a killshot. But like a storm rolling over a hill, inch by inch the Drukhari start closing in. Ellicent can't keep up. Worse, the plasma pistol is starting to overheat. Won't be long until it's too hot for her to hold.

Heart pounding, she glances behind her. "Titus! Where the fuck is your rescue?!"

Her voice is almost entirely drowned out by the roar of his bolter fire. Somehow, though, Titus hears her anyway.

"Any moment now! " he bellows. "Hold fast!"

"Emperor save me," Ellicent scowls.

A shriek at her front whips her back around. A Drukhari- a wyche- is mere metres from her now. Ellicent raises her pistol, pulls the trigger-

The weapon shudders, spitting blue sparks from its chamber.

It's overheating. About to blow. Shit!

The wyche cocks back her sword arm. A cackling, sadistic grin contorts her thin, scarred lips.

Ellicent meets it with a snarl as she tosses the melting-down plasma pistol at the bitch's face.

It detonates like a shock grenade. Charging the air, flooding it with the stink of ozone and electricity. The wyche tumbles backwards, her head completely vaporised. She didn't even get the chance to scream.

But she isn't the last. More are coming. And Ellicent just lost her only weapon.

"Titus!" she screams. "I know you said to trust you. But-"

The next sentence dies on her lips as the wall to her left explodes.

The air ignites with fire and shrapnel. Swearing, Ellicent drops to the floor and covers the back of her head. Gale-force winds whip through the hole, howling like a thousand banshees, threatening to grab Ellicent and tear her out of the ship. The sudden change in air pressure make her ears pop and throb.

Ellicent squints through streaming, dust-filled eyes. Searching for Titus; for Gadriel; for anyone.

She can hear ceramite clanking, bolters firing-

Bolters. Plural.

Ellicent wipes her eyes on her forearm. Through the haze, she manages to make out Titus, but with him are two figures also clad in Ultramarine armour. On the other side of the hole in the wall, she catches a glimpse of a ship's open door.

A Thunderhawk, she realises. This is... This is our rescue.

Staggering to her feet, she hunts for Gadriel. There he is, slung between the two new marines while Titus covers them. Without a second thought, Ellicent sprints towards the blast hole. Just as she'd suspected, a Thunderhawk is hovering outside with its backdoor lowered and a squad of Astartes braced inside.

Ellicent stands aside as the pair carrying Gadriel's guide him towards it. Her heart skips a beat as they step outside, but the Thunderhawk is so close they barely even have to jump.

She finds Titus. Bolter still in hand, he goes to make his jump next. When he sees Ellicent, though, he suddenly stops.

"Go!" he shouts at her.

Yet again, the order utterly surprises her. But she doesn't argue with him. Steeling her nerves, Ellicent clambers to the edge of the breach, sets her toes on its edge. Before she can think twice, she jumps. Landing hard on the Thunderhawk's deck, rolling over her side and skidding to a halt. Titus leaps after her. His landing makes the entire ship shake. The moment his boots touch the floor, the Thunderhawk is gone. Tearing away from the gouge it had blasted into the Dark Star's side, its rear doors clamping shut. Ellicent's ears pop again. Her skin burns in the absence of the roaring wind. She has so many questions: who these space marines are, how they get here, how in the hell Titus had managed to coordinate such a daring, dangerous maneuver. But right now, such things are secondary concerns. Right now there's on one thing she can think about.

Gadriel.

He's laid out in the centre of the floor, flat on his back eyes still shut. Ignoring the two enormous warriors already looming over him, Ellicent shoves her way to his side. She drops to her knees. Crawls up to his head and jabs her fingers into his neck.

"Come on," she whispers. "Come on. Don't do this to me."

Her heart stammers. Pulses: a pair of them. One for each of his hearts. Both as rapid as they are weak.

Ellicent chokes on the lump that's formed in her throat.

A large hand grabs her shoulder. She looks up to see it belongs to Titus.

"Move aside," he says. "The Apothecary needs space to work."

Numbly, Ellicent does as she's told. Watching through watering eyes as her spot beside Gadriel is taken by yet another Ultramarine. He has his back to her, meaning she cannot see what he's doing. But she can imagine it. Taking Gadriel's bio readings. Injecting him with adrenaline, stimulants and pain suppressants, then pumping his veins full of blood-replacement fluids. Trying to keep his hearts beating, his lungs breathing, until they reach wherever it is they're going.

Walking backwards until her back finds a wall, Ellicent slides down to the floor. She hugs her legs, drops her chin on her knees. Tears are streaming down her face, but she hasn't the energy left to cry.

All she can do pray.

Please, Gadriel, she thinks. You promised you wouldn't abandon me again. You promised.

You promised.

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Home stretch now, team. Almost time to see if happy endings truly are possible in the 41st Millennium...

Till then, stay safe out there xoxo

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[apptrans]

Since I deleted my social media that actually had our wedding photos, I’m going to make a post here to celebrate.

I was going to delete Hinge on November 1st, 2022. Halloween is my favorite holiday and I spent from 1pm-10pm working a job that was not fulfilling, hardly celebrating the holiday at all. I came home and went on Hinge. I had already been super fed up with online dating/being ghosted/that whole thing, so I told myself that I was going to hit the “ten likes a day” they give you for the free version and delete the app the next day if nothing happened. Then, I saw Wolf’s profile.

Having studied music industry for my bachelor’s degree, I am pretty particular when it comes to people saying they are “good at singing”. But holy fuck. One of Wolf’s prompts had a video of him singing and he could actually sing. Another prompt said that he wanted to go to school for music industry at the exact same school I graduated from. Yet another said that he loved to explore abandoned things, something that I have always had a passion for and haven’t done much since I didn’t want to do it alone. I was blown away. If there is any version of “love at first sight: dating app edition”, this was it. So I sent him the first rose I had ever sent out on Hinge (and my last) with a message saying “Who the hell are you and where did you come from. I love so much about your profile and would love to get to know you”. I stayed up for another half hour (at this point, it was nearing midnight) and was pretty disappointed that I hadn’t gotten a response at all to it. With that, I went to bed, again with the intention to delete the app the next day.

At 6:01AM, I got a response from Wolf. But me being me, I didn’t wake up until hours later. After hearing his side of things, Wolf tells me he was excitedly anxious, hoping that I wasn’t one of those typical guys on Hinge who sends one message and then never responds. Obviously I responded when I woke up, and that started a very long string of messages, soon to be texts, that never ended. I knew that I wanted to meet up with him. However, having been in my first semester of grad school on top of working retail full-time, I knew that it would take a little bit for us to meet up. I also knew that most guys on dating apps want an immediate date in mind or else they lose interest, so I was nervous this would be a put-off for him. I can’t recall the exact words, but Wolf told me that I “was worth the wait”. We met in person for the first time on November 5th, 2022.

While I won’t give the specific details since that’s something I want special just for Wolf and I, the date went very, very well. Most people look better in their pictures than they do in person. Wolf already was incredibly attractive in his pictures and in person- I can’t even begin to describe how I felt. I was shy making eye contact with him because he was (and is!) so good-looking. The date lasted hours, many of which we spent in my car just talking about music.

Needless to say, we never went a day without talking to each other. I remember wanting to not seem overeager, so I waited maybe three days after that to see him again. To my recollection, besides times when I have been gone for work or on a weekend trip with friends, we haven’t spent a day apart since. We knew we were each other’s person within the first month. I remember within a couple of weeks of us knowing each other, Wolf sent me a post about this music festival in Vegas happening months from then. I didn’t even hesitate to say yes and buy tickets to it. In retrospect, probably a really crazy thing to do, but it worked. To this day that was the longest trip we’ve taken together (mostly because the economy sucks and we’re both college students, so we’re super broke).

Flash forward a bit of time, we got married on June 22nd, 2024. For many reasons, (financial constraints being the main one) we eloped in NYC and didn’t have anyone there besides our officiant and photographer(s). I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was so us to do it that way. While I could end this on a more negative note due to the current administration, I won’t. The point of this post is to celebrate what we’ve been able to do. We are two trans guys who were able to have a gay wedding and be in love despite what's going on in this world. Is it tough? Absolutely. But we have each other and we have the support of so, so many people. Thank you to whoever has read this to the end. This is the very short version of our love story, but I wanted to at least get something out there.

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[canisbrutus]

chugs a pint of beer and slings the can against his forehead (tonk)

Constantinos Brakus HCs 🐂

The Basics:

obviously his mental health is in the gutter.

on his own he's just sort of a nuisance, spitting venom and trying to keep to himself. save for the times he decides to swipe something from somebody.

nothing special in the eyes of anyone. just plain dog food.

his priorities are arguably much simpler than most of the warring students' at bullworth. the main one being Food and the other just being going thru the motions of the day.

but aint nobody at that School normal, even if they aint in any of the cliques acting out gang wars.

Expanded Lores:

he thinks nobody really has his back. and for the most part, he's right. but there is one exception to this.

that being his Auntie: the nasty piece of work known as Edna.

having an iron stomach, he's probably the only kid that doesnt get sick off her cooking, after all he was subjected to it all his life.

it still doesnt taste great even if he does help himself to seconds.

but she doesnt mind lending a waxy ear to his plights. at all.

oftentimes he's asked her to feed some of his bullies especially foul things. homemade cottage cheese and the like.

anyway aside from her slop his diet consists mostly of red bull (hah), corn chips, and that canned spray cheese.

he can and will pound 3 energy drinks back to back to get through the day. or night. or whatever he wants to zone out of.

his sleep schedule is absolutely fucked up.

for one he has like 3 different bullies' homework to do so he doesnt get his teeth kicked in. for another the quiet of the night is far less grating on the mind than the daily struggle.

but when you're up late the days tend to blur together. he is horribly timeblind. never knows what day it is.

due dates breeze by him. as such he doesnt always get people's work done on time. the cycle of abuse continues.

he also loses track of other things. such as his own hygiene. tragically. but he makes an effort nonetheless.

genetics have blessed him with both Coarse body hair and semi Potent body odor. but he still tries to keep it under wraps.

he really doesnt need anyone calling him a monkey on top of everything else.

bullworth as a province doesnt care about the mentally fucked.

he can arguably be Many things, the most obvious being depressed, but the one thing he is for sure is Undiagnosed.

its not that his parents dont care about him. he's very well loved at home.

but his father is part of the coast guard and typically not around, while his mother has a rather unhealthy attachment to wine. so they dont give him as much attention as he may need.

speaking of his mother. oh boy.

you know what they say about military wives. they get lonely.

she's been having an affair with none other than ms peters, the music teacher, since constantinos was around 10 years old.

they had met at a flea market; his mom likes to make trash collage art from seashells and corks and whatnot, and ms peters likes to support local artists.

damn hippies am i right?

he's less ashamed of them being dykes and more put off by his mom just being a cheat.

music class has especially gotten uncomfortable for him.

speaking of, he primarily plays the clarinet, but he was also slotted to be the poor sod playing for the school's nutcracker showing.

which as we know jimmy had to fill in for, on account of him either sleeping through it or outright deciding not to humiliate himself further onstage.

moving on this boy absolutely hates everyone. himself included.

being in the mascot though? its great. because hes Not himself.

he'd be happier if he got his own fursuit. but he was banned from the local convention center on account of him stealing a few hundred dollars worth of things.

so the mascot costume, and all its drawbacks, will have to do.

even if hes more of a jackass donkeyboy lololol.

yeah his kelptomania has caused him a lot of pain

closed many doors for him. hes pissed off most of the cliques with his stickyfingered ways.

most of his stolen loot gets shoved under his bed, but hes not adverse to chucking things in a donation bin somewhere either.

whoops that got a bit long. anyway. inbox is still open.

[fracturedodr]

"N...No." He responded quietly, half-burying his face in a pillow. "I don't even remember most of my time at level four, let alone how I got there. Or that I was ready to level up before all this." He had been ready to level up, back then? MONTHS ago, he'd already been at level-up?

Yes, sure, his worst fears could in fact be real and this could all be one huge conspiracy and she was lying, but why agree so readily to the status update and tell him he was at level-up, otherwise? It'd look horrible for her if it wasn't true, after all.

At her proclamation of being done, though, he found himself freezing for a moment. Done? He was... leveled up?

Bell twisted once she was off him, sitting up and trying his hardest to remember to breathe when he was handed the paper. The same, visually, as when Freya did it (again, of course it was) but with the fundamental difference of that he had, in fact, leveled up.

"It's real..." Muttered, with no small amount of shock and relief - mostly to himself but not nearly quiet enough to not be audible to somebody as close as Hestia was. Another level of reassurance in a way that nothing else really came close to. He felt like he was shaking. Was he? Not important. You couldn't level up a Child that wasn't yours, he knew this. Even with the illegal item, you couldn't do that. The one rule that couldn't be broken.

Despite the nasty little voice in his head, and the little seed Freya had planted, this was his Familia. There was no curse, just a clever charm and some misdirection. ...Oh was that hate he was feeling? Fascinating.

"I'm really glad you didn't." He responded weakly - softly. Happy, delighted even, but in a boneless kind of way that would probably have him crying with joy on any other day. "This is proof she lied. That none of it was real. Proof that even doubt can't get past." Because everything else could have been faked. Could have been planned in some grand wild conspiracy that, true, made no sense, but still could have been true.

"...Is it okay if I hate her?" Hate her, miss her, the feeling coiled in the back of his heart was complicated and something he'd work through much much later than right now. But oh, how he found himself feeling something very close to hate.

"Hm? Bell, you don't remember me mentioning you were ready to level up before she took you?" Hestia was just finding more reasons to be mad at Freya, which she'd gladly take at this point. Any reason to validate her disdain for that woman.

Maybe she should join that Anti-Freya club some of the other Goddesses were in.

"--There!! All done," she finished up and scooted off of him, paper in hand. She handed it to him once he was sitting up again to look over. "Level 5. I did want to hold off a little longer with that, but with everything happening...it's probably best to allow it now."

[hardwired-to-self-destruct]

Does anyone know those days when you just can't get anything done and feel like you're wasting precious time by doing nothing at all? But you don't really start doing anything either because you lack motivation, even if it's something you actually enjoy and that doesn't take a lot of effort.