#First phase voting

[klds-12]

I May Not Be Able To Post Art In The Meantime, But I Can Still Participate In Other Stuff Like The Poppies. :3 ( Make Sure To Vote If You Haven't. Well, You Don't Have To. :p )

[townpostin]

Jharkhand voter turnout reaches 46.25% in first phase till 1 p.m.

Jharkhand records 46.25% voter turnout by 1 p.m. in Phase 1 polling Key Points: Jharkhand’s Phase 1 turnout reaches 46.25% by 1 p.m. Seraikella-Kharsawan leads turnout at 50.71% Jamshedpur constituencies record lowest turnout JAMSHEDPUR – The first phase of Jharkhand’s assembly elections saw a voter turnout of 46.25% by 1 p.m., based on preliminary data from polling…

[votermood]

जानिए पिछले- 10 विधानसभा चुनावों में जम्मू-कश्मीर का वोटिंग परसेंटेज और रिजल्ट कैसा रहा है ?

[navybrat817]

Sharp Dressed Man

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky looks good in a suit, and it isn't fair how easily he turns you on.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), referenced oral sex (f. receiving), feels, sweet and spicy fic, established relationship, vulnerability, being in love, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Tower Shenanigans based on an anon ask. ❤️ Thank you to the lovely @buckybarnesfic, @soelstress, @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for looking it over and assuring me it wasn't garbage. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was still getting ready for the day while you made him breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day, and neither of you would let the other skip it. Thankfully the rest of the team had already eaten and were elsewhere, otherwise everyone would try to steal something; except for Bob because he wouldn't take food without asking. Not to mention the last time John tried to steal one of Yelena’s meals he almost lost a finger. 

The scent of freshly brewed coffee cut through the last traces of sleep, warming you up as you loaded the plates with various foods and set them on the island. You rinsed the dishes and cleaned the counters while you waited for Bucky, doing a silly little dance in-between tasks. It wasn't your day to tidy up the kitchen, but you weren't going to be a jerk and leave it a mess. 

“Someone’s happy this morning,” Ava said from behind you, and you somehow didn't jump at the sound. You were all getting used to her phasing in and out of the rooms. “Let me guess. Morning sex?”

Was it obvious since you were only in your robe and underwear? “Maybe,” you teased. 

The wonderful ache between your legs was a nice reminder of how Bucky woke you earlier, making you shiver. You felt his fingers and tongue working you over before you opened your eyes, and you barely recovered from your first orgasm before he had his cock in you. It wasn't rushed either. He took his time, making you feel every delicious inch as he thrust slow and deep. Even when you came again he didn't stop. 

“‘Attagirl,” he smiled against your lips while you trembled beneath him, his body effectively caging you in. “But you can give me one more. I know you can.”

“Bucky,” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you to the brim. 

“Just one more, sweetheart.” A hand moved between your bodies so he could play you like a well tuned instrument. “One more and I’ll give it to you.”

You did, and so did he, your name tumbling from his lips as he spilled into you. Who wouldn't give Bucky another orgasm if he gently demanded it? Three orgasms wasn't a bad way to start the day. A girl could do much worse. 

“Lucky,” she smirked, snapping you out of your thoughts when she snatched a bite of food from Bucky’s plate. “Mmm. Remind me to have you make me breakfast the next time you have morning sex.”

“Hey!” you yelled, but there was laughter in your eyes when she took another bite and phased away. “You’ll pay for that!”

“Who will pay for what?” Bucky asked when he walked into the room, making your breath catch in your throat. 

Bucky's hair was tucked behind his ears today, bringing your attention to his steel eyes before you took in the rest of him. His suit was tailored impeccably to his large frame, and he wore it well. He carried himself with composed ease, his steps deliberate and head held high. His presence demanded attention without appearing arrogant, which was tough to balance. He was all man. 

He was your man. 

“Fuck me,” you breathed. 

Bucky may not be a Congressman anymore, but he would have had your vote for anything and everything he ever wanted. 

His eyes flashed with unmistakable lust and pride as he walked toward you, making your stomach flip. “Already did.”

“You did, and you can do that again later,” you said, reaching up to trace his mouth. 

You smiled when he kissed your fingers. It was an honor to touch him and that wasn't at all an exaggeration. You noticed how tense he got when some got too close to him, but not you. Never you. 

“So, I look handsome?” he asked casually, adjusting his tie. “Not that I’m trying to look handsome. I’m only wearing this since I have a meeting, and I might get a few dirty looks if I show up in tactical gear.”

You almost teased that he was fishing for a compliment, but you saw just a flicker of his confidence waver as he waited for your answer. “Suit or tactical gear, you’re the most handsome man I've ever seen.”

He breathed out, his confidence back in full force. “I’m glad to hear that.” Sliding a hand over the curve of your hip, his fingers dug in, a protective and possessive touch, when he brought his mouth to your ear. “And I may have to wear suits around you more often since it turns you on so much.”

You tried to play coy, as if your nipples hadn’t peaked and your clit didn't throb. “Who said I'm turned on?” 

Bucky chuckled and lowered his head, his teeth nipping your neck and drawing a whimper from you. His lips moved up to find your ear again while you tried to keep your breathing steady. “Don't have to say it, sweetheart. I can smell you,” he whispered. You couldn't hide anything with those heightened senses of his, a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it. “Ruined your panties the second I walked in here.”

Your eyes closed. He was right, the smug bastard. Damn him. Damn him to Hell. No, not there. That was too cruel. Your bed would do nicely. 

It was insane the more you thought about it. The man could breathe and it would send your libido into overdrive. Feminism? Where did it go? One murder strut or grumpy stare and it went out the window along with your panties. One smile and it melted your insides. 

What had he done to you?

“You're unbelievable,” you sighed. 

He pulled back, searching your face. “What do you mean?” 

“I was a strong and capable woman before I came here,” you said, the words sounding ridiculous as soon as they left your mouth. 

“And you still are,” he assured you. Bucky was one of your biggest supporters, always. 

“It’s just… Do you have any idea what that’s like? To just look at someone and get turned on?” You stepped out of reach and gestured to him. You asked yourself some days how Bucky Barnes could possibly be real. How did someone like him exist? “You breathe and I get aroused. That isn't normal.”

No other man had that kind of power over you, body or heart, until him. 

The warm chuckle from your boyfriend had you fighting not to smile. “One, we’re not normal. Two, your breathing turns me on, too. And three, I do know it’s like to just look at someone and get aroused because that happens when I look at you,” he said, taking your hand to bring you back to him. He placed it against his crotch and grew harder under your touch. “We’re a match made in heaven, Hell, whatever you want to call it.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks. You two were a good match. “It isn't just arousal when I look at you. It’s…” You took a breath and gripped his jacket with your other hand, trying to be careful not to wrinkle it. “You smile at me and…” 

“And what?” he asked, catching your eye and softly smiling. 

You swallowed, your eyes suddenly misting over before you dropped your hands. It was alarming how quickly your emotions took over in regard to Bucky. “I see a future with you there.”

Bucky cupped your cheeks when you tried to duck your head. He had stripped you bare more than once, but saying something like that made you feel more vulnerable than when you were naked. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“You have the power to break me,” you whispered, your eyes shutting. Not to hide, but to keep the tears at bay. “Which should be terrifying, but it’s very exhilarating.”

To give that much of yourself to another, to trust them to that extent, wasn't easy. But if life taught you anything, it was that it was too short and you had to seize every opportunity to live it to the fullest. Who better to do that with than Bucky Barnes?

You cleared your throat when he didn't say anything, his eyes a storm of emotions when you opened yours. “Your breakfast is getting cold. You should-”

He surged forward, his lips covering yours. The pad of his thumbs brushed your cheeks when he deepened the kiss, coaxing you to open your mouth to his. Emotions surged through you, your heart nearly overflowing as you held onto each other. You felt everything all at once and let yourself be swept away. 

He slowly broke the kiss allowing you both to savor the lingering touch of each other's lips and take a much needed breath. “You could break me, too, but you won't,” he said, his forehead resting against yours as you attempted to calm your racing heart. “Just like I'd never break you.”

It was a vow that resonated in your core, a declaration of love, one that had you kissing him again and silently promising the same. “Match made in heaven or Hell, huh?”

“And where you go, I’ll follow,” he smiled. 

You'd follow him, too. “Well, right now you need to eat breakfast and head out so you aren't late for your meeting.”

He groaned and refrained from rolling his eyes. “This suit is coming off as soon as I get back,” he said, much to your disappointment. Or maybe your delight. 

“Right when you get back?” You bit your lip. “Will you use the tie on me?” 

“I can,” he smirked, making your body heat up all over again. “Can have a little fun in the office, too. Pretend I’m your boss and-”

“Or I could be your boss since I'm strong and capable,” you teased. 

He moaned, seemingly into that idea as he backed you against the island. “Boss or not, I’ll still bend you over the desk or have you sit on it while I eat your pretty pussy.”

You whined. There was no stopping Bucky when he was hungry. He’d spread your legs and stay between them until you cried, lap up every drop and still want more. 

His hands roamed your body, forgetting all about breakfast. “Fuck you raw and fill you up just the way you-”

Bob cleared his throat, both of you turning toward the sound. How long had the poor guy been standing there? “Just getting a drink,” he said, quickly going to the fridge and avoiding looking at you. “I’m not even here.”

“Sorry, Bob,” you smiled sheepishly when he grabbed his drink and bolted. “We should probably rent a hotel room or something soon and give the team a break.”

You and Bucky could be extremely private some days and others there was no stopping you. How the team put up with it you had no idea. Maybe because you made each other happy. It still had to be slightly obnoxious for them. 

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his handsome face, too. “Or we could always do a campout on the roof so we aren't too far away,” he suggested. 

You smiled as you imagined it. Looking out over the city and watching the stars before cuddling up in a tent. A cabin getaway was also something to keep in mind for the future when you two could take a break together. Peaceful, quiet. Something just for the two of you. 

“A roof campout sounds nice,” you said. 

“Good,” Bucky smirked before he picked you up and set you on the island. “Campout later. Right now I want breakfast.”

“Bucky, your meeting.” 

“I won't be late.”

You didn't resist when he opened your legs. “Ava said no more fooling around in the kitchen since we eat here,” you reminded him. Alexei would probably encourage it. “And I just cleaned up, and you haven't eaten the food I made.”

“I’ll clean up the mess,” he winked as he crouched down. “And I’ll eat after I eat.”

And he did. 

We deserve this. Bucky deserves this. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[leupagus]

Tuesday's House Budget Vote and what you may not have heard about

I'm reposting this from a reblog of a really great post about the work that Representatives Mullin and Pettersen did in voting against the GOP budget on February 25th, because I don't want to detract from that message.

Instead, I want to talk about the larger implications of H. Con. Res. 14 itself, and why the Democrats risked so much (in Mullin's and Pettersen's cases, actual harm) in order to show up for this vote.

The vote in question is starting the first of quite a few votes for the upcoming GOP budget; it's not a done deal by any means, this was just the vote to get it started, so to speak. But it was still a very, very, VERY important vote, because not only would failure be catastrophic, but so would a win that just barely squeaked by.

And this one squeaked like a fucking mouse in Murray's Cheese Shop.

Speaker Johnson has been waffling on putting this to a vote because there were several outspoken GOP members who talked a big game about opposing it. Usually this doesn't matter, since most bills get some bipartisanship, but at present the House is in GOP hands with only a three-member margin of error, with two seats vacant (note: those two vacancies are FL 1 and 6, which are holding their special elections on April 1 — lol — and which are EXTREMELY unlikely to flip but hey miracles happen! Donate or phonebank if you'd like!). And Democratic representatives have been voting in a bloc against...well pretty much everything the GOP's been pushing through since Trump took office. Not only that, but this budget is legit unpopular with a number of Republicans, so much so that Johnson pulled the vote at first on Tuesday because he knew it would fail if the GOP members who'd threatened to vote against it actually went through with it. What he needed was to either convince them all to fall in line, or resort to cheating.

So he did both!

He and Trump strongarmed all but one of the GOP holdouts into voting yes (Congressman Massie is in many ways a turd in a toilet, and his reasons for voting no were bad, but he did stick to his guns, I'll give him that). Reports of Trump actually screaming at one of the (female, naturally) GOP holdouts are...well, unsurprising, but that's how panicked they were about getting this bill started. Usually the Whip does this work, but Tom Emmer's been laughably bad at it and so they had to get Trump to actually do some work. Which is itself sort of astonishing. But even then, they weren't sure they could get it done.

Which leads us to part two of Johnson's plan: blatant cheating. During Pelosi's last session as Speaker, she allowed for proxy voting in light of COVID and, you know, the general state of things, but the second the GOP got back the gavel they nixed it right in the bud. This puts the Dems at a disadvantage right now because at least three of them are out for medical reasons — Mullin and Pettersen, as well as Congressman Raúl Grijalva who's fighting cancer at present. (He was the only Democrat who couldn't get to the floor for this vote, fwiw, and anyone who insists he should've can suck my left tit.)

So Johnson adjourned the House for the evening, sending everyone home, but told the GOP members to stay and then tried to rush through the vote before the Dems realized what was happening. His hope was that enough Dems would be caught flat-footed/not see the recall notice/be asleep watching Taskmaster (whoops that was me) by the time they got the message to get back to the floor. That way he could lose the holdouts but still pass the budget onto the next phase.

However! While Nancy Pelosi no longer rules the Democratic caucus with her iron fist and fabulous coats, my man Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries learned quite a lot from her (and is pretty fucking genius himself). Not only did he and the other House leadership expect this kind of chicanery from Johnson, they had planned on it.

Because here's the thing: Mullin and Pettersen didn't get on a plane at the last minute on Tuesday; they'd gotten to DC on Monday, without telling anyone they were in town. They actually hid from the GOP members all day Tuesday in order to lull Johnson into thinking he had more of a margin than he did; if the GOP holdouts really had voted against the budget, then it would've failed. Which would have been a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump.

As it is, it's still a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump, because now they know just how razor-thin their margin is. More importantly, they also now know that the Dems will fuck with them just as much (if not more) as they will fuck with Dems. Congress (and the USA in general) has operated for years on the assumption that Democrats operate in good faith, while taking it for granted that of course the GOP ratfuck as much as humanly possible.

This moment is a chilling one for the GOP; they can't assume anymore that Dems will play fair or fight clean. Which seems like a very small thing in the larger picture right now, I know, and I also know that people would love for their Democratic representatives and senators to be more vocal and angry in public ways. I get that!

But this move on Tuesday night? Is actually going to have far bigger consequences than any meme or viral video or clever soundbite from a politician. Democrats are no longer playing by the rules that the GOP's ignored for years (if not decades); they're playing by the GOP's own rules, and they just might win.

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

nothing can prepare a girl for logging into her old wattpad account

[madameisaacpereire]

random modern tsh au headcanons

bc i cannot stop thinking about how each of them would be if they were gen z 🤍 tried to keep all of this as true to character as possible

Edmund ‘Bunny’ Corcoran

- Writes his essays with Chat GPT last minute

- Uses swipe to text

- Doesn’t have Marion on Snap (at least for a good, long while)

- Always has a cookie or snack cake with him when he showers

- Voted for Trump proudly

- Does not, somehow, own a MAGA hat. or at least, he doesn’t have one at Hampden

- Spends hundreds of dollars on Subway Surfers and Minion Rush every month

- Will not get anything with cinnamon dusting bc he inhaled cinnamon in public once by mistake

- Often sells Cloke ½ of his ADHD meds

- Makes Henry pick up his prescriptions

- Bluetooth Headphones. Bunny gives me major Beats vibes, tbh

- His favorite candies are Satellite Wafers

Francis Abernathy

- Keeps a refillable vape on his person at all times (his is silver and as small as refillables come,) but also has Strawberry Lemonade Loon disposables hidden places he frequents. Two in his coat pocket. One in his book bag. One hidden in his room. Two hidden at henry’s. Even one in an empty classroom at the Lyceum. He smokes cigarettes sometimes, too, but likes the accessibility of vaping

- Complains often about the TikTokification of “quiet luxury” and “dark academia”

- He has both WebMD apps

- Plays computer Sims at night & has a Sim for each person in the Greek Class. He keeps this secret bc in his Sims game, he’s married to Charles

- Walks out of the room when politics come up

- Spends time practicing writing in different fonts

- Has a pretty sizable internet following, most specifically on TikTok because he posts his outfits to brooding sounds. To his knowledge, the group is unaware. (Except Charles, anyway.)

Richard Papen

- Always asking Judy and Francis if he can hit their vapes. Will not touch Charles’s vape with a 10 foot pole.

- Dab pen under the mattress

- ‘Borrows’ Bunny’s adderall on occasion

- Sleeps through the day & forgets to eat so frequently that he has a permanent $800 dining dollar balance

- He peels his lighters until they’re white and leaves them around campus

- Has a 3 year long Duolingo streak in one language. Scottish Gaelic, of all things.

- Follows Francis’s TikTok on a burner account and spends hours stalking his posts

- He likes brat, secretly. He listens to it at Judy’s while they gossip and get high

- He’s very into Letterboxd even though he doesn’t often watch movies anymore

- A day does not go by that he is not at least looking on Depop

Henry M Winter

- Has a flip phone that he keeps in the breast pocket of his coat

- Everyone thinks he doesn’t know how to text but Camilla showed him (her first phone was a flip phone,) he just texts her and Bunny exclusively. it takes him 15 minutes to draft a text, though, so Bunny usually calls instead

- Has a collection of bespoke vintage lighters

- Keeps a single pair of unworn Golden Goose sneakers at his parents house bc he’s fascinated by the way they look so beat up and awful, yet so expensive in the same breath.

- His suits are all custom

- Always one slip of the tongue away from passionately ranting about AI & US literacy rates, or how people who vape are cowards

- Has a very large stash of swiss chocolate in his bedroom

- Bunny forced him to buy a signed Duran Duran record during one of his phases & Henry still listens to it on occasion

- Francis gifted him The Cure’s Three Imaginary Boys & Wish on vinyl freshman year and he very much enjoys listening to those on occasion as well.

- Has a 10 step Korean skincare routine

- Will not drink soda of any kind. Water, coffee, and good liquor only. On very rare occasion he’ll have some juice

- He orders his liquor online because he can’t find anything good local, and Julian always signs for it. This started when he was 18 & just kept going on, even after he could sign for things himself

- Has never voted. Does not look at the news in any capacity. Would not know who the president is if it wasn’t for Bunny

- Once expressed that he found the Eras Tour rather grand & everyone pretended not to hear him because how does he even know what that is

Camilla Macaulay

- Always looking for an excuse to mention one of 3 things: how she does not have much of an internet presence, how she’s the only girl she knows who doesn’t like Taylor Swift, & how she only reads weird girl literature and classics.

- Does not carry cigarettes bc she likes to just take them from Charles or Henry

- Giggles (at least internally) every time she thinks of or speaks to Bunny after she has read Bunny by Mona Awad

- Learned how to do laundry on YouTube when she first moved to Hampden (their family always sent laundry out)

- She knits

- She tints her lashes at home to keep up the illusion of not wearing makeup

- Borrows Francis’s vape often (when Henry isn’t looking)

- Has a Samsung frame TV in her bedroom & she uses it to play study ambience that’s just paintings and classical music

- At one point she has the same haircut as Charles. They’re surprisingly difficult to tell apart when this is the case.

Charles Macaulay

- He’s got an instagram DM roster he can’t even scroll to the bottom of

- Has a tiny tattoo on his ribs of Camilla’s initials (which are also his initials- he was blacked out when he got it) and as a result refuses to swim in the summer

- He likes wax sealing envelopes. It’s relaxing

- Smokes Camel Blues (Lights) & carries a Cool Mint Puffbar disposable vape for when he inevitably loses those

- Has been known to purchase a blueberry RedBull on occasion, though he usually chugs it before anyone else in the Greek Class can see

- Also uses a burner account to stalk Francis on tiktok. Francis knows it’s him, though, because he wasn’t very inventive with the username (when will he learn to leave it as user random numbers??)

- His entire fyp on that account is Francis, people who look strikingly similar to Francis, & slime tutorials with Lifetime movies playing

- Wired headphones truther

[27spoons]

Abandoned Souls | Natalie Scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio/gn!reader

request: just a short and sweet fic, you x natalie, my idea was that the whole sacrifice thing happens again, but you are chosen, so you get chased by everybody, but find some sort of hiding spot (up a tree? dunno), natalie finds you, but feeling terrible about javi and the past, chooses just to stay and comfort you until the night, cuddlefucking, fall asleep, undeterminate ending!! (anon)

wc: 3560

warnings: canon-typical violence/trauma, smut, bottom!nat, tribbing, fingering(nat!r), apology(?) sex, nat cannot catch a fucking break, it's really just angst with smut sprinkled on top, not proof-read we die like shauna's baby

a/n: post cabin fire, pre s3e1. like during the rebuilding phase ykwim

"We should draw cards," Misty's voice cuts through the sound of trees moving from the rough winds of deep winter, causing you to look up from the point of ground you've been staring at. "It's the best choice. Most fair."

"We aren't doing another fucking hunt, Misty," Nat replies sharply, warming her hands up in what remains of the cabin fire. "We aren't… eating someone else." Every word is laced with absolute disdain at the idea, but the clawing hunger that had shown itself in early winter is only getting louder. She already knows there won't be much choice soon, especially if no game is found, and the loss of the cabin only made everything more urgent. 

Taissa looks up from where she's seated next to Van, her face impassive. "So our two options are dying of exposure, or dying of hunger." She deadpans with a roll of her eyes. "Great options, Nat. Really." 

Nat's eyes snap to Tai, glaring daggers. "We aren't fucking killing anyone else."

"Misty is right," Lottie murmurs, barely audible. "It wants us to. The cards will decide."

"Majority vote? All those for drawing cards, raise your hands." Misty immediately raises her hand, looking around at the others.

Lottie is the first to follow. Close behind is Shauna, whom Melissa immediately follows. 

"You guys can't be serious!" Nat tries, her voice cracking as she glances around the group. "We can't just—"

"Let them vote, Nat!" Shauna snaps, cutting the Antler Queen off. "We were voting." Her gaze darts back around to those who haven't raised their hands, and speaks again. "All those for drawing cards so we can finally fucking eat, raise your hands."

For a second, no one moves. You hear Nat whisper something under her breath, maybe a curse or a prayer to a God she never believed loved her, but she doesn't argue further with Shauna. Then Tai lifts her hand, Van raises their hand, a very reluctant Akilah, and Mari seals the group's fate when she joins them. 

You watch a tear roll down Nat's cheek, her jaw clenching in an attempt to hold back genuine sobs.

"That's more than half the group." Shauna glares at Nat. "We draw cards."

"I know," Nat murmurs after a long, tense moment of silence. Her eyes flash between people, trying to come up with the right words for the situation. When her gaze lands on you, you see flashes of a terrified girl thrust into a position of power she never asked for. But when she looks down at her feet for a second, you already know she's resigned herself to following the will of the group. 

Shauna doesn't wait for Nat to respond. She just gets up, brushing her hands on her pants, and moves towards what's left of their supplies.

"Van. The deck."

There's no ceremony to it. No chanting or prayer. Just a silence that feels too big to speak through.

Van hesitantly pulls the battered card deck from the inside of her coat. The edges are warped from moisture, some cards curling at the corners. You've seen them before. Sometimes for card games, but recently? Recently, they've been an omen of something no one wants to name.

One by one, everyone gathers. A tight circle forms beside the flickering flames that still bleed from the cabin.

A few separate people shuffle the deck, as if to make sure no one's rigged the draw against anyone. When it's sufficiently scrambled, Van squeezes the deck a few times nervously before moving to stand next to Tai in the circle. "Should I..?" Van mumbles, unable to look at the emaciated teens who stand barely upright, fingers twitching like the nerves are misfiring. 

Shauna's eyes are glassy, distant. You're not sure she's actually heard a single word since the vote started. She turns to Van, but it's not focus—it's vacancy, like she's seeing a ghost, or nothing at all. "Yes. You can start."

So, they do.

Van draws the first card. Ten of spades.

Tai follows. Nine of diamonds.

Gen. Three of hearts.

Robin. Seven of spades.

You. The queen of hearts—

Time stops. Your pulse pounds in your ears, bile threatening to destroy what's left of your already damaged esophagus. You display the doomed card to the group, hands shaking from more than just the freezing cold.

No one speaks or sobs. No shocked gasps or anguished cries pierce the air.

Nat steps forward, steps laced with heavy reluctance, and removes Jackie's necklace from around her neck and loops it around yours. The golden heart settles solemnly against your chest, condemning you to a fate that may have been avoided at some point.

For a second, your eyes meet.

You see her jaw clench. You see the thousand words she wants to say die behind her teeth.

And then you speak.

"I'm not going to lie there and let you butcher me."

You step back. The pendant shifts against your sternum with the motion.

Lottie's voice is hauntingly devoid of emotion as she speaks. "I'll count to thirty."

You don't wait for one.

You turn and run.

The trees blur past you. Pine needles catch on your letterman as you nearly trip over a stray root peeking up from the snowy forest floor. The only noises you can make out are the vague sounds of girls howling and your panting breaths. 

You aren't sure how long you run for. It feels like hours—although it could very well be seconds—but your perception of time feels foggy on a good day, and this is far from a good day.

You don't recognize this part of the woods, and you gradually slow as you realise that you are helplessly lost. You no longer hear the animalistic cries of girls who have long since lost their sanity to the howling winds, and you're left with a crushing feeling of loneliness that you've never felt before.

Being out here was already isolating. Knowing you're completely alone, and that the only people you have left are the ones hunting you for sport, amplifies that tenfold. You subconsciously scratch dead skin flakes from your knuckles, a nervous habit you had before the crash that worsened once the hunger started to set in.

Your feet slowly resume their movements, carrying you in a random direction… hopefully away from the people actively tracking you.

Eventually, you stumble across a narrow gap in a moss-covered rock wall—no more than two feet wide, maybe less. Wide enough to slip through sideways or crawl, but you already know that your clothes are going to snag on the jagged edges.

It takes some maneuvering, but you manage to climb in through the opening, sacrificing a small scrap of fabric from your jacket on the way in.

It's already night outside, but the inside of the cave might as well be pitch black. Your hands guide you through the darkness, running along the walls until you reach a point you think is the far corner, and you shuffle down the rock until you're seated on the cold floor.

You aren't quite sure what your plan is, because either way, the ending doesn't look positive, but you decide to shelter in place temporarily. Maybe until morning, maybe until you're forced out, but you remain seated all the same.

An attempt at self-soothing is made, humming a song you barely remember from before your entire world got turned on its head. 

That's when you hear the quiet crunching of snow from outside your hideout, and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to muffle any and all sounds you can emit. You notice the flicker of firelight seeping in through the opening, and that's when you see a familiar ring-adorned hand clutching a torch.

When hazel-coloured eyes peer in, your heart drops into your stomach. She doesn't speak at first, watching you as though you were a cornered animal, and right now it sure as hell feels like you are. 

You inch closer to the wall, as though it could save you from an inevitable fate, and try pleading with whatever Gods exist in this long-forsaken forest.

Nat doesn't speak as she inches her way through the opening, but she does hiss when she accidentally hits her head on a protruding piece of rock. The flame from the torch flickers across the walls, revealing a far smaller cave than you originally thought, and you clutch the sleeves of your jacket in fear. 

She slings the rifle you didn't even realise she had from off her shoulder, but rather than pointing it at you like you thought she would, she tosses it to the ground. The sound reverberates in the confined space, and you can see the tears brimming in her eyes when you look up at her.

She's shaking like a leaf in high winds. She sits down opposite you, next to the crevice, and rests the piece of lit wood against a rock like a makeshift holder. Once her hands are free, she immediately presses her palms into her eyes in what appears to be an attempt to ground or comfort herself.

"I can't do it again," she finally mumbles, hands still covering her face as though she can't bear to look at you. "I can't… we can't…" 

The first sob slips out before she can stop it. The second tears through her chest. It's raw. Heartbreaking.

You want to comfort her, just like you want to be comforted, but the look on her face makes it feel all backwards. She's just as young as you. Just as fucked-up. Just as much as a high school kid pulled into something no one was meant to survive.

"Nat…" you whisper, inching a little closer. "It's… I know. I know you don't want this. I know you'd never want to hurt anyone. I know."

She looks up then, eyes rimmed red and tears streaking down her cheeks.

"I should." Her voice is flat. Cracked. "I should turn myself in. Or… I don't know. Something. But I—" Her breath hitches. "God, I'd rather die than have it be you. I can't watch that again."

Her body folds inward with the words, desperate attempts for air clawing their way from her chest, like the words physically hurt to say out loud.

And you're still scared. Of course you are. But underneath the fear is something else—something that says Nat would sooner freeze to death in knee-deep snow than lay a hand on you.

At some point, you realise you're crying too. It's pathetic. Gross, even.

You don't know who reaches out first, but it doesn't matter. You collapse into each other like gravity has given up trying to keep you apart. Her hands fist in your jacket, your face presses into her neck. The cave disappears. The cold fades. All that's left is the way she clings to you, like letting go might kill either one of you.

You curl into her because the cold hurts more than the fear does right now. The same girl you spent an entire childhood playing stupid games with, now comforting you after watching you be sentenced to death. 

For a long time, you just hold each other. Shivering. Breathing. Existing in the same collapsing silence.

Then her hand moves—slow, unsure—resting just above your hip. Not bold or groping, just there, like she needs the anchor as badly as you do.

You don't speak. You just shift closer and let her touch you.

When her fingers slip beneath your shirt, you gasp against the skin of her neck. She flinches, almost pulls away—but you kiss her instead.

It's clumsy. You don't know who moved first—just that it felt easier than talking. Cold mouths and chapped lips desperately meeting in the dim light the fire provides as it gradually dies out. You tell yourself it's just to swap body heat, maybe provide some semblance of comfort in a place that has none, but you know it's a lie when you tangle your fingers in her hair and pull her towards you.

She's trembling—or maybe you are. Whether it's the cold, the events of the night, or being in each other's arms that causes the shakes is left unsaid, but you aren't sure any answer would satisfy the deep-seated ache in your gut, regardless. 

You feel it before you see it: the hesitation in her hands, the way her breath hitches against your throat as she drags her lips up your pulse, and the quiet motion of her climbing into your lap like it's something she shouldn't ask for out loud.

She never used to have to ask, anyway. That spot was always hers.

Nat's knees press into the cold floor on either side of your hips. The weight of her settles across your thighs, warm and shaking, and for a moment neither of you moves. Her arms come up around your shoulders again, clinging tighter than before.

You brace her by the waist without thinking, fingers slipping under the multiple layers she's wearing to rest on the small of her back. Her skin's clammy, and you swear you can feel her heart thumping as if it belonged to a rabbit, and not a woman leading a group of girls. 

She leans back in, pressing her forehead to yours, and for a second, it feels like she might say something. But she doesn't. Just exhales.

Then her hips shift. Barely, but it's enough.

Your breath catches. Her lashes flutter. And then she does it again—slow, uneven, like she's not sure this is happening but knows she can't stop.

You don't stop her, either. Not when she shifts to straddle one of your thighs, and especially not when she bites on your lower lip, drawing it into her mouth and moaning at the taste. 

"Is this okay?" you tentatively ask between kisses, one of your hands sliding under the waistband of her jeans. "Are we—" You don't get a chance to finish the thought before she's pulling your head back in to slot her lips against yours once more, and you take that in place of a verbal answer.

Nat whines when your hand palms the rapidly dampening fabric of her boxers and eagerly presses her hips down in an attempt to find any form of friction. It's far from the first time the two of you have been together, but it feels like the first time—desperate hands and wanting bodies finding one another in the safety of night. Unlike your first time, neither of you makes an effort to discard anything that provides you with protection from the elements.

Hips frantically grinding against each other through layers upon layers of cloth, cold denim and rough seams scraping against each other as the final flame from the torch flickers out, leaving you and Nat in complete obscurity. 

"God, I fucking hate you," Nat whispers against your lips, somewhere between her hands sliding under your shirt and rolling her hips in a bid to find friction. "Why did you have to fucking…" A sob tears loose from her chest as she crashes into you again—mouth, hips, everything at once. It's a fleeting attempt to distract herself from the static that eats at her mind every time she's left alone too long.

"I'm sorry," you say in return, burying your face in the crook of her neck as your fingers start to circle her clit through her boxers. "God, I'm so fucking sorry." You aren't quite sure what you're apologising for, or why you're doing it so desperately, but the words keep spilling from you as you work her.

She sobs against your hair, nails digging into the skin of your back. You don't flinch. You just let her hold on, let her shake against you as your hand keeps moving in slow, uneven circles through the damp fabric of her boxers. 

"I hate you," she gasps again, but it doesn't sound like hate. It sounds like please don't stop.

Your mouth moves without thinking, pressing hot kisses across her throat and anywhere else you can reach. "I know. I know," you whisper, nudging her jaw with the tip of your nose. 

Tears continue to spill down her cheeks, soft sobs mingling with broken moans. She's desperate, just as eager as you are for some salvation in this forlorn forest—something to hold onto, even if it's only each other. Her thighs tremble where the straddle your leg, muscles twitching with every slow grind of your palm against her throbbing clit. 

You pull your hand back just enough to push it underneath the waistband of her underwear, fingers brushing through the thick curls at her center. There's no hesitation as you move lower, just the steady need to make her feel something other than fear.

Fingers slide through her folds, and you both groan as your middle finger starts circling her entrance. She clenches instinctively, breath catching in your ear, hips grinding down in an attempt to force your digits deeper. Maybe, if the situation were better, you'd make her wait. Tease her, draw it out… not tonight. You ease a finger into her, slow but steady, and feel her exhale like she's been holding her breath since the cards were drawn.

She's tight. Warm. Her cunt flutters around your finger, and you let her pull you deeper. Take what she needs. Her mouth finds your shoulder, canines digging into the wool body of your letterman as you push your index finger into her heat alongside your middle. Another sob escapes her, but this one is quieter, less afraid.

Muscle memory takes over any other course of action you had initially planned, finding those spots inside her like it's instinct.. It isn't long until you curve your fingers towards her belly button, finding that ridged patch on her inner walls. 

You settle into a steady rhythm, curling your fingers with every thrust, each movement rewarded with a breathy moan against your shoulder. It's messy and frantic, the kind of touch that's born not from lust but starvation—emotional, physical, and spiritual. Nat grinds down against your hand, chasing every ounce of friction you can offer, even as her body trembles from the cold and her mind tries to outrun the things it's seen.

Her mouth finds your neck, but she doesn't kiss you. She just breathes you in like she's trying to remember something—anything—good.

You press your cheek to hers, closing your eyes because you're unsure you could handle seeing her right now as she is—wrecked, falling apart at the seams, and trying not to cry again.

"I got you," you murmur as your fingers shift into a familiar rhythm that's brought her to orgasm a thousand times before. You keep going, stroking her from the inside with a practiced precision, feeling her slick streak down your wrist and further ruining her boxers.

Then her breath catches. 

Her whole body goes taut, a low sound slipping from her throat as her nails dig into your back. Her hips lock into place as her cunt clenches around you so tight it's almost painful. 

You don't stop, easing her through the orgasm that rakes her frame, each thrust of your fingers slower than the last, letting her ride the wave as it breaks over her in shudders and gasps. Her forehead presses to yours again, damp with cold sweat, and she lets out a trembling breath that sounds like it could tip into a sob if you weren't already holding her this close.

The last time you held her like this, it was the night her dad died.

That feels like a lifetime ago, now.

"I've got you," you repeat, brushing your lips against the corner of her mouth. 

She doesn't answer, just curls around you tighter as your hand eases out of her pants and comes to rest on her hip, rubbing small circles into the flesh as she attempts to make herself as small as possible, just a ghost of the girl she once was.

You aren't quite sure what time you wake up—or when you fall asleep—but when you do, you're still holding Nat in your arms, gripping her like a lifeline. You're freezing, but from what you can remember… you're still shivering, so it can't be that bad. 

Nat shifts in your arms when you begin to stir, turning to face you, her expression as numb as she probably feels.

"Hey," she murmurs, eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "You sleep like shit, too?" She tries to laugh, as if the past ten months had been nothing more than a cruel joke, but it falls flat when you both remember the events that transpired less than eight hours ago.

"What're we gonna do, Nat?" you whisper, running your digits through her matted hair. "We… they're still looking for us, aren't they? I… what if they—"

The crack of someone—or something—stepping on a branch outside yanks you from the conversation you had just started, and Nat slaps her hand over your mouth to cut you off. Her eyes bore into yours, and as footsteps and voices grow closer, you can only hope that they keep walking.

The torn shred of your letterman still attached to a jagged piece of rock on the crevice wall tells you they won't.

a/n: trying something new with the headers and shit we'll see if it sticks or not

[f1cflcfic]

The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part I

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy". note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons. Also, this story is angsty with a happy ending - it does not contain any smut or suggestive themes. [A/N: This is my first SMAU and hooooooly shit did I totally underestimate how much work it is, and how things work within Tumblr to make it look alright. If you have any tips, let me know lol. I had to split it up in pieces, but i've got all the content written out already, so will be updated soon with the next part!]

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December, 2025

February, 2026

[Excerpt from red carpet interview at the Grammy's with Y/N]

How are you feeling tonight? You're up for 3 awards, one of them Album of the Year for All I Ever Needed - that's huge!

"It's so overwhelming, to be honest."

Even when you've gone through this experience before? This is your fourth time attending, second time as nominee.

"Yeah, maybe even more so! It's a great chance to hang out with friends and meet new people, but it's also really prestigious still. Being nominated - I try to act like it doesn't matter, because awards always involve politics too - but at the end of the day, you do want it."

And who're you most looking forward to seeing tonight?

"Honestly? I came alone tonight, so I can't wait to find Sabrina [Carpenter] and Jade. I'm gonna need my girls."

Your friend Miley is also up for an award tonight in the same category, what's that like?

"Ha, if the Grammy's do the right thing tonight she'll win it - I know I voted for her!"

You'll also be performing one of your songs - Ruin My Life, can you tell us a bit about what to expect?

"I really wanted this to be visually interesting, but it took me a while to get the right concept for it. I think it's because to me this album and song already feel sort of far removed, and lived in? I'm in a different phase of my life right now, so I had to find a new way to still connet to it. I was really grateful to work with a great art director to bring a different version to the stage."

March, 2026

July, 2026

[SkyNews excerpt]

Lando Norris wins Silverstone GP, dedicates his 20th podium win to his family

The man of the hour is none other than Lando Norris, who’s just gone on to claim his 20th victory at his home race. You’re reading that right, his home race! While he still owns his apartment in Monaco, Norris revealed today that he’s been living back in England for the past few months. “I just wasn’t in the right headspace anymore and wanted to live closer to my family. Especially now that my brother’s kids are growing up, I just like knowing I could drive over – rather than having to fly across countries.”

Speaking on the importance of his family being present, Norris shared that it means everything to him. “In this sport you need to have skill, talent, trust and investment from your team, but also you need that stable sense of safety from the people you love. If your mindset isn’t there, you can’t be competitive.”

Norris has been vocal about mental health in the past, and has advocated for more access to mental healthcare facilities and professionals across motorsport.

“Especially in tougher years where there’s just a lot of noise and turmoil, it’s nice to have a professional coach you to mental fitness as well.”

It was the only notable reference to Norris’ private life, which ended on a low note last year after splitting from long-time girlfriend y/n l/n. The two were originally thought to have had an amicable split, but recent reports hint at a different story, with Norris unfollowing his ex and her friends unfollowing him in return.

August, 2026

September, 2026

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Part II can be read here! likes, comments, reblogs are always very much appreciated ♥

[pinkhoodi]

love island !

✎ᝰ — hcs on how the bat boys (and wally :p) would act on love island

♡⃕ — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, wally west x reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff <3

♡⃕ — a/n: who do yall think would be the best male islander ? I’m voting wally or jason 🧏🏽‍♀️

꒰ BRUCE WAYNE ꒱

Ꮺ bruce is here for one goal and one goal only, to find true love and he’ll use love island as his opportunity !!!

Ꮺ at first bruce thought it was a silly idea to go on a reality show to find love but then watching a season (or two), he realized that it might be just what he needs. a vacation in fiji where there’s no communication to the outside world and the only thing to focus on is the villa

Ꮺ I would see bruce as the bombshell everyone and I mean everyone is in love or jealous with. his introduction is smooth, his manners compliment him well, and the eye contact he makes with the girls have them heating up in the face. he would be an early on bombshell, maybe the end of week one so a lot of people consider him as an honorary og islander

Ꮺ bruce usually ends up making connections and then they wither away. he doesn’t understand why and it does start to frustrate him, he tries his best to grow a connection but he genuinely can’t seem to do it

Ꮺ thankfully, he’s grown some friendships that keeps him motivated and reminds him that there is a potential someone out there for him :)

Ꮺ buttt once he does, he’s stuck to his couple like glue and rarely leaves their side. he is there giggling and chatting with the person day in and day out, his experience in the villa swiftly changes once this person comes in

Ꮺ now casa amor…bruce is nawt playing any and I mean ANY games with casa !!! yes the reason for casa kind of makes sense but he doesn’t wanna indulge in the idea of hurting his couple or potentially damaging what he has built

Ꮺ bruce is someone who makes it to the final four and either wins or is definitely runner up. the results doesn’t phase him really since he feels like he found his person and someone he can grow to love <3

꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱

Ꮺ oh baby dick is here to have FUNNNNNNN. of course make some new connections but who is he to turn down a nice vacation on an island? with his busy and stressful schedule, he needs this vacation more than ever

Ꮺ dick would be an og islander and his path with finding love is what reeled in viewers. he’s done damn near every trope but oddly they don’t work in his favor :/

Ꮺ he realizes that most of the girls only get with him cause of his looks and his appeal which excited him at first but soon made him realize that these aren’t the connections he wanted. he wanted something genuine, something he could enjoy for the long run

Ꮺ I would think that he finds his love with one of the og members that he didn’t invest time in until later in the show. all his connections failed him except one and it was only labeled as a friendship until it sparked into something deeper in the last few weeks of his time in the villa

Ꮺ casa amor is what dick anticipated the most ngl, he was so ready to pack his bags and skip to casa. he wasn’t stressed about what was going on in the villa only cause he didn’t have any strong connections. I mean he brought a girl back but that didn’t last long

Ꮺ sadly dick didn’t make it to the final four and it kinda hurt him a little bit but he enjoyed the time while it lasted. also his connection with his person became stronger outside the villa and they eventually grew into a beautiful couple :)

꒰ JASON TODD ꒱

Ꮺ in jason’s head, he is here for a good time, not a long time. it became the complete opposite but that’s neither here nor there !!

Ꮺ jason just did it cause production reached out to him. how? the world may never know. however, he doesn’t regret accepting the offer cause he enjoyed it more than he thought and he met some incredible people who helped him grow as a person

Ꮺ I would say jason was a bombshell that came in about a week after the season started. He’s like an honorary og cast to the other islanders

Ꮺ sadly, jason was almost always at the bottom or vulnerable cause he couldn’t find the right connection. every girl or bombshell he connected with, something was missing, something that could complete him. though he did find it halfway through the season

Ꮺ a bombshell came through just last minute and he’s been stuck by their hip since. he was still open to new connections but this bombshell always reeled him back in, made him see what he was missing from his past connection. they’re kind to others, always laughing, and bring a soft yet joyful energy to the villa

Ꮺ now casa…ooo casa. at first jason did it only to see what the hype was about it but oh how he instantly regrets it. he acknowledged himself and made his presence with the casa girls but he instantly got the feeling that they were nothing like his connection back in the villa

Ꮺ did he do some things? ….sadly yes but immediately regret it the day after. in a “why the fuck did i do this? what is wrong with me?” type of regret. he felt even more regret when he returned to the villa and saw his couple feeling low and silently infuriated during the recoupling

Ꮺ he did own up to his actions and told them the entire thing that went down, not sugarcoating anything. also apologizing almost every time he saw them until they forgave him

Ꮺ he got into the final four and won :). viewers loved his storyline and loved the amount of growth he had throughout the show + the amount of fangirls he collected

꒰ WALLY WEST ꒱

Ꮺ thee actual lover boy in this villa and it’s so cute :(. he really came to love island for the right reasons and it’s so beautiful watching him fall in love and become a lovesick puppy around his couple

Ꮺ wally would be either an og member or a bombshell that came in after the third recoupling

Ꮺ he didn’t really think too much into it when he applied for the show. he wanted to have fun for the summer and see what this show could teach him, what didn’t expect was to have one of the most beautiful love stories everrr

Ꮺ wally’s connection weren’t too bad but for some reason he kept gravitating towards someone (you) and it would unintentional, he genuinely doesn’t know how it happens. he could be getting to know other people but still find himself under your arms, at ease and with his cheeks blushing red

Ꮺ not only that, he would always end up recoupling with them. he doesn’t understand why but he enjoys knowing how much you like him and how much he likes you

Ꮺ as time went on, he slowly stopped being interested in other people and only kept his attention on his couple. he realized after talking to the boys how he feels and they all joked about he might be falling in love, they were joking but wally felt a ping of nervousness about this “falling in love” but he couldn’t deny it to himself, even if he tried

Ꮺ wherever his couple is, there he is as well. even not in their absence, he leaves a small pout until they come back, he pretends that he wasn’t pouting beforehand but the entire villa snitched that he def was (he was so red, it was so cute but so embarrassing LMAO). he’s always smiling when talking about them, describing them with such beautiful adjectives, and all his recoupling speeches about them have the villa feeling like he was a yearning poet in his past life

Ꮺ casa….casa amor. he wasn’t too excited on the idea but the boys convinced him and he instantly regrets listening to them. the casa girls just didn’t feel right and he tried to keep all interactions on a friendship level, no matter how much the girls push themselves onto wally

Ꮺ he got all sappy and sort of become sad of not being with his couple. while his friends enjoyed, he kept them in the back of his head and wondered what they were doing in the villa. a lot of “I miss y/n” and “I wanna be with y/n”, he missed them so much to the point where he started counting down how many hours left in this casa

Ꮺ viewers loved how much wally has grown to love their couple and has showed more than minimum to be with them. even if he did had a few screw ups, he was more than sure to fix it and get back into their good graces, he can’t see them being hurt and he doesn’t wanna hurt them in anyway, shape, or form

Ꮺ I would say wally def came in second or third place. the prize really didn’t matter to him so he’s not phase by it, he’s just happy to meet someone this incredible on the island. after the show, him and his couple officially got together and ended up married years later <3

♡⃕ hey im looking for a girl in the villa. personality, any height, mrs right 😜

♡⃕ ngl, the only reason it took me song to get these out cause i was hooked on love island 🥸 (#TEAM SORDELL & TEAM KANA 🤞🏽)

♡⃕ who was yall fav islander ? yall better not say rob or aaron…

♡⃕ there is def gonna be a part two !!! I wanted to add kaldur and roy but I’m way too tired and my brain hurts rn :/

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: psalm 27:14

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[startaegi]

CHAPTER 004. favourite crime.

in which namgyu breaks the heart of his childhood sweetheart and tries to piece it back together again while fighting death.

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you weren’t unfamiliar with the concept of death. you’d known the feeling of blood staining your skin, witnessed patients succumb to their illnesses, and felt the panic as you tried to save them. death was part of your normal working routine, after years in the field it took a lot to phase you. however, seeing the players' lifeless bodies drop one by one. hearing the gunshots as another heart automatically stopped. tt startled you more than those evening emergency room shifts ever could.

you had never witnessed anything so inhumane. it was clear whoever was behind this twisted game was the devil himself. there was no other sane explanation.

the common room, once loud with chatter now filled with an uncomfortable silence. everyone huddled together as far from the entrance as possible, most people still shaking in fear. you sat against a metal bed, knees to your chest, eyes focused on the loose skin around your fingernail. you didn't dare look up when you felt his hand against your shoulder.

he said your name. no one around seemed to pay any attention. "can you look at me?"

again you made no effort in acknowledging his presence.

he harshly pulled his hands through his hair, moving closer to you, voice quiet but desperate, "do i have to get on my hands and knees, and beg you to listen?"

you shrugged your shoulders, turning to face him, a bored expression on your face, "wouldn't be the first time"

"you aren't being fair" he argued back, this time attracting a few glares from the other players.

"you don't know anything about being fair," you replied as the doors to the room abruptly opened. everyone hurriedly scattered back, gasps of panic filling the air.

the same masked guards entered the room but unlike before they held guns tightly in their grasp. you slowly moved back, arms still protectively wrapped around your legs. namgyu followed you, moving to cover your hunched figure.

"congratulations for making it through the first game," the same middle square masked guard spoke. "here are the results of the first game"

the numbers on the screen above quickly began to decrease. stopping at 365. 91 players had been eliminated. the guard repeated, "congratulations again for making it through the first game"

player 149 rushed forward, player 007 at her side. her broken voice shattered your heart, "sir, please don't kill us!" she pleaded, falling to the floor, begging the guards in front of her. "please don't kill us, i beg you. as for my son's debt, i will do whatever it takes to pay you back. please forgive us!"

she pulled her son to his knees, who followed her movements, praying to whoever would answer, "i’m sorry. please forgive me, i promise i’ll pay it back" he sobbed.

the masked guard stopped them momentarily, "there seems to be a misunderstanding"

more players gathered beside the mother and son, all on their knees begging to be spared. you sat back, observing their every move silently praying their calls would be answered.

"we are not trying to harm you, we are presenting you with an opportunity" the guard replied nonchalantly, unbothered by the frantic pleading.

the crowd was silenced as player 456 stepped forward, "clause three of the consent form" his voice was loud, echoing off the walls. "the games may be terminated upon a majority vote, correct?"

"that is correct" 

"then let us take a vote right now," 456 said, his tone tight.

"of course," the guard replied. it felt like the tension in the room slightly dissipated, everyone's shoulders relaxing. "we respect your right to freedom of choice, but first let me announce the prize amount that's been accumulated"

the room cascaded in darkness as the giant piggy bank screwed to the ceiling quickly filled with money. your eyes widened, your heart quickly beating against your chest. it seemed to never end, the notes continuously dropping as the players slowly formed underneath it, childlike wonder on their faces.

"the number of players eliminated in the first game is 91, therefore a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated," the guard said as the money stopped. "if you quit the games now the 365 of you can equally divide the 9.1 billion won and leave with your share"

"how much is that?" a player questioned.

"each person's share would be 24,931,500 won"

namgyu seethed, "fuck, we almost died and they're giving us 24 million? that's fucking bullshit" he raked his hands through his hair again, a habit he picked up when annoyed, then pressed his palms against his head in frustration.

you hated to agree with him. you had been promised 45.6 billion and came close to death just to receive a sum that wouldn't cover even 1% of your debt. 

"twenty million?" the purple-haired one called out. "you said 45.6 billion"

the guard spoke up once again, “the rule is that a hundred million won will be accumulated for each eliminated player" you wondered how many times the faceless man had repeated those same lines, his tone of voice led you to believe it was a common occurrence. "if you choose to play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly"

a grating voice you had begun to recognise; an older man, the number 100 stitched to his jacket, called back, "how much will it be if you survive until the end?'

"as i already told you, the total amount of prize money for all 456 players is 45.6 billion won, those who make it through all games will equally divide the 45.6 billion won"

"so if you're the only one to survive you get 45.6 billion?"

you never stopped once to think about the possibility of you alone winning the grand prize. you couldn't imagine what you would spend it on minus the obvious.

the guard nodded "that's correct"

namgyu turned to you, his face just as shocked as the rest of the crowd, it seemed he also hadn't thought of the insane possibility of those numbers in his bank account. you stared back, a pit forming in your stomach. you remembered the day you opened your joint account, remembered how your soul died as the blinking zeros looked up at you. you didn't want to imagine namgyu screwing everyone over to make that money only his, everyone including you. he surely wasn't that far gone.

another letter sat in the postbox. a red urgent sign stamped to the front. you didn't have to peel back the opening to know what was inside, you’d read the same words on the last four that arrived weeks ago. your head hurt at the thought of it. your rent had been unpaid for months now, at first it had been an honest mistake. you were still getting used to the new hours at work, namgyu was also working late nights at the club, and so rent was the last thing on your mind. the months after that only piled on adding to the mountain of already existing debt.

your only option was to use the money you and namgyu had been saving for your future. it was an agreement when you started university that you’d open a joint savings account, only putting in spare change when you both could and promising not to touch it unless it was absolutely necessary. the amount you’d accumulated wasn't anything massive, just barely enough to cover a percentage of your shared unpaid bills; you would have to scrape together the rest somehow, but it was a good enough start. you knew namgyu would understand.

it was a summer day, the sun so hot it was scalding your shoulders, you welcomed the cold air as you entered the overcrowded building. you stood fourth in the line, rocking on your heels as you waited. surprisingly it moved along quickly. you thanked the person in front who moved to let you in, inserting the card into the card slot. you stared at the screen in confusion. five blinking zeroes sat in the space that was once occupied. you removed the card, inserting it once again and the same thing appeared. 00,000. panic started to set in as you repeated the same actions and was once again greeted with nothing.

"what's taking so long? some people have things to do" a woman called behind you, the other customers in line humming in agreement. 

you turned, apologetically bowing, "sorry ma'am," you removed the card, moving to the other side of the bank where you could talk to an employee.

the woman smiled through the glass, "hi, how can i help?" she asked.

"i think there's a problem with my card," you replied, handing the card over. "could you check for me, please?"

"of course, give me a moment," the worker answered. 

you impatiently waited, the minutes felt like hours. the woman finally looked back, the same smile on her face. "it looks like all funds were removed on may 6th by the shared owner" she paused to look at her screen again. "a choi namgyu"

it was like someone had stolen all air from your lungs, the entire room suddenly becoming too small and too hot. your brain hadn't fully processed what was being said to you and so you only nodded, accepting the card back and hastily exiting the building. you engulfed a breath of fresh air, focusing on keeping your breathing steady. sure it could seem silly to be that upset by namgyu's actions, at the end of the day it was only money. but, that money you both had planned to use towards a future house or a child or to travel; it was wishful thinking but it gave you hope. you couldn't understand why he would take it without telling you first.

the journey home gave you a lot to contemplate. you had come to the conclusion that maybe namgyu needed the money as desperately as you did and in namgyu fashion; embarrassment and avoidant, hid it in hopes of you never finding out. it was the only explanation that didn't make your heart hurt.

the apartment was dark when you entered, the only noise being from the broken refrigerator. you tossed your belongings haphazardly onto the kitchen table and collapsed onto the sofa. you took your time on the way home, opting to walk rather than take the bus leaving you to arrive back at exactly 9:40 pm. you didn't care to make dinner, the shower that you were hoping for had to wait, you weren't doing anything until you had a good enough excuse from your fiancé.

you hadn't realised you’d dozed off until the click of the front door awakened you. you swore you’d only shut your eyes for a second but the clock was now ticking at midnight. you sat up straight, stretching the knots out of your muscles. namgyu soon made his presence known, loudly pulling off his shoes with no care and pushing them to the side.

he finally looked up, jumping when he noticed you on the sofa, "what the fuck," he swore, hand on his heart. "why are you sitting in the dark?"

you glared through the darkness, mouth shut. you could smell the weed radiating from him, of course, as always he was high.

"hello?" he asked, taking the seat beside you. he called your name, his tone was now worried.

“where are we going to live?" you asked suddenly.

namgyu furrowed at that, hands circling the room, "here?" he replied, unsure of the unusual question.

you wanted to laugh. he had no care for anything. "not for much longer," you said casually, your demeanor worrying him more.

"what's going on?" he seemed more alert now, his eyes wider than they had been when he first opened the door. 

"we've missed five rent payments” your gaze softened at his worried expression, the namgyu you once knew coming through for a second. “they’re going to evict us if we don't pay by the 19th" you explained.

and as quickly as your face softened it dropped again at his words, "shit i forgot about that" he replied. 

you laughed bitterly, feeling stupid to believe he would care to begin with. "did you also forget about the money you took from the savings?”

"what?” namgyu’s expression twisted in confusion. a beat of silence later and it seemed to click, he looked back at you again, eyes widened, “oh that money! baby, don't worry i’ll get it back times ten” he smiled proudly. 

you held your breath, scared of his reply. “what did you do with the money, namgyu?”

“there was a guy at work” you resisted the urge to knock your head against the nearest wall. “he made so much investing in crypto-”

you cut him off mid-sentence, your blood boiling. "you spent our savings on crypto?" you ran a hand over your face, palms digging into your eyes. “what is wrong with you?” 

he stared back as if you were speaking a language he didn't understand, the same look of confusion on his face, "what? i’ll get it back"

"you're too smart to be acting so stupid namgyu" you couldn’t stop the laughter escaping your lips. “we're drowning in debt and you used the last of our money for fucking crypto?” 

namgyu’s tone of voice quickly turned offended, "why are you acting as if the money only belonged to you? i put money into that account too" he argued back. 

"and, what about the money i put in namgyu" you cried back, frustrated that he didn't understand where he went wrong. "you took that too"

"i told you i'll get it back"

“that doesn't help now, we'll be homeless next week" you replied, voice weak. you were exhausted. 

"why are you always on my case?” namgyu responded through gritted teeth. “nothing i do is ever right for you”

“maybe if you didn't act like a teenager half the time i wouldn’t need to”  you remained where you stood, your voice getting quieter with every word, “you're never here or when you are you're high or drunk, it's like i don't know you anymore”

namgyu raised his head with a glare, his voice loud and unnerving, “have you ever thought you're the reason why?” he shouted angrily. you felt the world pause, didn’t hear anything but the words he’d spat swarming around your head. “wait, wait, I didn't mean that” he quickly interrupted, hands waving frantically. 

you couldn’t find it in yourself to reply, instead, you snatched your bag from the kitchen table and slipped on your shoes. your hands shook as you unlocked the front door, namgyu’s pleading voice calling behind you. 

he caught up to you, hands clutching your wrist. “please it's almost 2 am, just-” he stopped mid-sentence. “let's go to bed and talk about it tomorrow”

“let go of me, namgyu” you tiredly replied. he reluctantly dropped your wrist, opening his mouth to speak again when you continued, “do not follow me” 

he called your name into the clammy night, his voice following you down the darkened streets. you gripped the strap of your bag, head down in an attempt to ignore the drunken people passing by. the area where you lived wasn't known to be the safest, clubs and bars surrounded most of the apartment buildings which mostly housed sketchy people. your safest bet was to find a hotel a little out of town but you couldn't risk walking that far alone nor could you afford it. 

a small park came into view, it was old and most of the playground was falling apart but it was in a well-lit area. you took a seat at an empty bench, covered in graffiti and the paint chipping. you rested your head against the back, the moon catching your eye. you watched it shining brightly in the night sky, the stars around it twinkling. you thought back to the nights namgyu would keep you awake telling you facts about space you didn't care to know but listened to anyway because you loved how passionate he was. a tear rolled down your cheek at the memory, and another, and soon you were a sobbing mess. you hunched forward attempting to breathe through the tears. your throat and eyes burning but you couldn't stop.

you weren't crying for the lost money or his harsh words. you were crying for the boy you used to know, the boy you fell in love with who seemed to no longer exist. you had been ignoring it for too long, the reality of it all now crashing down on you. 

an unknown presence made itself known, taking the empty seat beside you. they didn't speak, only handed you tissues and a bottle of water. you glanced to the side, squinting through your swollen eyes. a boy around your age, his hair to his shoulders and a warm smile on his face looked back. he held the items out again to which you accepted. 

“sorry, i noticed you crying, thought you might need them” he pointed to the tissues and water in your hands, and then quickly interrupted his sentence.  “i promise I'm not a creep,” he quickly defended himself, and pointed to the convenience store across the road. “i work over there”

you smiled, “thank you,” you said, taken aback by his kind gesture. “that's really kind of you”

his smile took up his entire face and then dropped just as fast, he worriedly asked, “do you live nearby? it isn't safe to be around here alone” 

you quickly lied, “ah yeah, just had a hard night at work” 

he laughed nodding, “i know that all too well” 

you smiled again, unsure how to reply. you appreciated his kindness more than you could say in words but you were too emotional to hold any form of conversation. “i should head home before it gets any later,” you said before getting to your feet and gesturing to the items in your hand, “thank you again for this” you bowed. 

he nodded, following in your footsteps and rising from the bench, “get home safely” he smiled again bowing in your direction. 

that night you spent the lonely hours in a pc cafe, the voices of teenagers playing games keeping you awake, and grieving the man you once knew. 

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note . . . really struggled with the first part of this chapter so i’m sorry it took so long 😓 i don’t wanna make it too repetitive and only copy word from word from the show but it’s HARD. im still not in love with this chapter but i really wanted to post something, hopefully i wont take another 4000 years for chapter 5 lmao

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Mammon was voted #1 in the Favourite H Scene poll here. Not really surprising. His H scene was quite good. Satan was 2nd and Foras was 3rd. I am surprised by Foras. I think there might be a bit of recency bias in this case.

Under the cut is my completely biased, quickly-written, kinda summarized opinions on each of the H scenes.

Satan

Satan staring at you without blinking while kissing and sleeping still throws me off.

I like that Satan reassures you that he’s doesn’t just like you because you’re the descendant of Solomon.

I don’t like hair pulling or strangulation, so not very fond of this scene, even though I like Satan a lot.

The CG is nice. I like how he’s grinning and the glow of his eyes.

Only features a little bit of spanking even though that’s his kink.

It’s mentioned that we’re feeling the pleasure that Satan’s feeling. This is done in several scenes. I’ve never liked it. It feels like a cop out.

The scene ends abruptly with you blacking out. I much prefer when there a bit of follow up/pillow talk afterwards.

Sitri

Sitri gives you tea to calm your nerves that makes your heart beat a lot faster and louder because of the caffeine… but I don’t think caffeine works to this extent, so creative liberty I guess.

His kink, hearing heartbeats, features prominently in this scene. Keeping his head near your chest, mouth on your chest, feeling your heartbeat through your intimate connection, and moving in time with your heartbeat.

You’re feeling turned on because he’s turned on, similar to Satan’s scene, still not a fan.

You feel more aroused as your heart beats faster and you think it might explode… I don’t see what’s arousing about that.

CG was good again. I liked that he’s showing a lot more emotion than his normal sprite usually does.

He calls you Solomon throughout, which is annoying, but does call you by your real name at the very end (the only time he’s done so).

Some pillow talk at the end which is nice.

Zagan

Zagan blushes and turns away when he sees your naked body, which is cute.

He’s quiet like usual, but does speak when you ask him why he wanted to help you, and says he wanted to do it with you and give you devils energy, while blushing. Very cute.

You get to take a bit more of a lead, be a bit more assertive, in this one, you’re not just manhandled around, which is refreshing.

I like that he seems to have a praise kink.

He tries to increase his muscle use, get a better workout, increase movement, which is his kink, which arouses him more, which arouses you. Fine whatever.

The CG is fine. Your foot looks wonky with its finger-like toes but Zagan looks good.

Some pillow talk again. Zagan has been mostly silent, but does say it was a good workout and he wants to do it again at the end.

Leraye

Leraye is completely overwhelmed by pleasure from hearing thunder, which is his kink. He basically tackles you onto the bed and glues himself on top of you.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time one of them play with your genitals during foreplay.

You are getting aroused from the thunder too, so we’re keeping the trend of whatever the guy likes you also like inexplicably.

MC comments he’s more like a growling wolf and not his golden retriever self.

I really like this CG. He’s completely on top of you, pressing you down on your stomach, while covering your eyes and biting your neck. His presence is overwhelming.

The thunder goes away and Leraye comes back to his senses. He’s so happy that it wasn’t a dream, smiling, lays down next to you, wishes you good dreams and kisses your forehead. I very much like this wind-down to the scene.

Paimon

We go to Paimon’s room instead of ours for this scene, which is a nice change of pace. His room is full of mirrors, which feature heavily in this scene. His kink, which is blood, isn’t included at all.

We’re also not naked right at the very start, which I much prefer. I like the undressing phase.

Paimon rubs your genitals and forces you to look at what he’s doing to you in the mirror, which he continues throughout the scene. I was surprised how dominant Paimon was in this scene, but I wasn’t against it.

Paimon says he loves pretty things and looking at pretty things from multiple angles. He says that you’re pretty and a devilish human.

He makes you brace your hands against a wall mirror and stuffs your shirt in your mouth.

The CG is good. For the first time we are shown a different angle than us on a bed. Paimon’s face seems a little off to me, but overall it’s good.

Paimon throws the mirror on the ground, so you’re forced to look at a different, more revealing angle.

Just a little bit of pillow talk. Paimon kisses us and tell us to come him when we want to play more.

Mammon

Back in Minhyeok’s room unfortunately. Mammon comes out swinging by immediately commenting on how skilled we look in accepting devil’s energy.

Mammon says that it was obvious since he first met you that he had to have you, but he also realized that he would just be one of many that would try that tactic. So, he decided to do something he’s never done before and let you have him. You will be his first master. He also reveals that he wasn’t as close to Solomon as the other Kings. You ask if he only likes you because you’re the descendant of Solomon and he replies that he just fell in love with you at first sight. This affection is clear throughout this scene, which increases its rank a lot for me.

Mammon’s kink is all about bottoms, and this scene reflects that. You’re both grabbing each other’s butts and getting more aroused.

Mammon picks you up and holds yours buttcheeks open while you wrap your arms around his neck. I like that Mammon is showing off his strength here.

I do wish that they had spent some time on Mammon using his fingers or tongue to prep you to take him. He is very large, evident by the fact that your first thought when he entered you was, ‘I am going to die’, so it would have been nice to see him care about making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He does hold himself still at first to let you adjust, but I still would have liked some prep beforehand.

The CG is good. No complaints.

Mammon flips you around, so you’re in a standing 69 position, showing off his strength again, and you give each other oral.

Longer pillow talk. He lays you on top of him, it was very nice.

Bimet

Bimet changes his tune about you real quick when Mammon declares you to be his master. He kneels before you and informs you that you became the being that arouses him the most with that declaration. He cannot covet Mammon, but now he can covet you, the only one who owns Mammon, and he is ecstatic about that. He wants to serve you. Bimet’s kink is wealthy people and you’re the wealthiest of all.

I do not like Bimet and I do not like his reasons for favouring you. It is shallow and fragile. He would be back to contempt for you the moment Mammon lost interest. I’m not a big fan of this H scene simply because I don’t like Bimet.

He licks your toes, which no thank you. He does oral on you and puts his conniving tongue to good use.

CG is good. I like how wet his mouth is because of you.

Some pillow talk. He gives you the first thing he truly owned himself, a coin from Solomon, and tells you to give it back to him if you choose him. I would have preferred if the first thing he owned wasn’t from Solomon.

Belial

You go to wrap your naked body in a blanket like you usually do, but Belial stops you and says you’ll end up taking it off anyways. The immediate assertiveness was surprising but interesting.

Because of his throat injury, Belial talks very little and Jjyu is not there to help him, so he communicates with you by writing on your naked body, which is his kink. It is a very good, intimate solution. He writes lots all over your body while fingering you.

You are against the wall, facing Belial, while he penetrates and writes adorations on you.

The CG shows that everything he’s written is glowing red on you. It’s a nice picture, but I could have done without him licking your armpit. I think I would have preferred a kiss in the lips instead.

Some pillow talk, you fall asleep with him inside of you.

Valefor

We have moved on from Minhyeok’s room, which is great. I felt it was much too restrictive, and caused repetitiveness.

Valefor reassures you and you tell him he is kind and reminds you of Mammon, which he approves of. When you see that he likes it, you lean more into the comparisons. Valefor is turned on by being compared to Mammon because he respects him greatly. You talk about Mammon a lot, but I wish it was a bit less, because this is supposed to be Valefor’s moment, not Mammon’s. His kink is supposed to be hearing explicit narratives, so I don’t think this really relates to it.

Valefor praises you for how well you know how to please a devil. And tells you to run away if you want to only know him as the kind relaxed Valefor.

Then we start going into exhibitionism territory, with him leading you to the closed door, where Bimet is just outside keeping watch. This is also not his kink.

Bimet leaves to check something, so Valefor increases the risk factor and opens the door while you’re both naked and penetrates you.

The CG is fine. The way you and he are positioned are a bit odd. It’s hard to tell whose body part is whose.

Valefor basically taunts you asking where Bimet is, then puts you in an even more embarrassing position.

Some pillow talk. He lifts you up, kisses your forehead, and you admire his chest.

Leviathan

Levi decides to give you devil energy even though he doesn’t like you. He hangs you and insults Minhyeok in an effort to make you mad so you hurt him, which will arouse him. So that’s what happens.

The CG is my least favourite of all of them. You start stomping on his lap and dick. Your toes are oddly long again and you have an oddly muscled thigh. Levi is not even naked. This is the only CG that doesn’t take place during some sort of penetration.

You straddle him and start strangling him and enough clothes have been taken off at this point that he penetrates you.

Then you kissed him for so long that you were both feeling oxygen deprived. He is in awe that you showed him there’s another way to suffocate. He thinks you’re talented. Only very little pillow talk.

I don’t like Levi. The way he acts and talks to you. I don’t like it at all. I also don’t like breath control, his kink, or anything to do with strangulation/choking, or beating people up. So this H scene was not for me at all.

Glasyalabolas

Glasy’s kink is necrophilia, and they include his kink in the H scene by making you as limp as a corpse after kissing him. Oh boy. I’m not fond of Glasy and I don’t like the idea of not being in control of yourself and unable to move at all. So this scene ranks very low for me.

He licks your toes, not a fan. He plays with your chest and nipples. He spreads you open and just stares, then performs oral on you, while keeping you spread open.

He makes your limp hand jerk him off, then uses your slack mouth. This is the second time you performed oral on a demon. This is what the CG shows, though I would have preferred if they picked something else.

Then he manhandles you into position to penetrate you. He cums inside you. Then he moves to your throat again and comes there too. This is the first time the guy has come twice in an H scene.

There is pillow talk. He wraps you in his cape, holds you and kisses you as the limpness wears off. He tells you he’ll fetch you when you die, but it’s good you’re alive now.

Foras

You realize you need devils energy, but none are around you right now, so you start masturbating. You hear the door open, but don’t see anyone. Foras is invisible, which plays into his kink.

He starts playing with your genitals while invisible. You realize who he is and call out to him, but he ignores you.

Finally he tells you to take off your clothes, pose embarrassingly, and just sit there in silence while he watches while still invisible. The dominance he’s displaying is unexpected, but fine.

Foras puts his dick near your mouth and you suck him off.

He penetrates you, again while all the while being invisible, so it looks like you’re being fucked by a ghost.

The CG could be better. His expression looks a little wonky and you’re clothed in it even though you’re supposed to be naked.

Foras informs you that he was there for every H scene. He really liked that you never noticed him.

He doesn’t let you see him afterwards, which I think he should have. He gets your permission to keep watching you having sex. Then he inexplicably cums on your face after you fall asleep. No thank you sir. And for some reason you don’t even comment on it after you wake up.

Overall

I liked Leraye, Mammon, Belial, Zagan, Paimon, and Valefor H Scenes the most.

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Sluttiest Tolkien Character: FINAL ROUND

Sauron (Silmarillion) vs Finwe

Propaganda below the cut ↓

Sauron:

multiple flirty court twink phases in different courts….and let’s knot forget his werewolf phase

Annatar isn’t called “stupid sexy sauron” for nothing!!!!

is described literally as having "seduced" two men to do his bidding (ar-pharazon and celebrimbor) and was seduced in turn by morgoth. he's being passed around middle earth.

i mean. come on.

He was seduced by the mightiest vala and, after his sugar daddy ended up in jail, he decided to seduce his way into power. He destroyed and entire civilization and made God™ change the geography of the world just by seducing one guy, who ended up "infatuated by him" (Tolkien's words, not mine). How can anyone compete with that? 

Come on, it’s Mairon. Sexiest Maia on Middle-Earth and described as beautiful and seductive more times then Luthien herself. 

He’s a seducer! He has seduced so many people throughout the series

#there is only one Sluttiest Character™#and he does not share power

Finwe:

Listen...I wouldn't fuck him, but he's the only canonical elf who could reasonably be accused of sluttiness, LaCE compliant

The only elf to canonically have two spouses. Also, the dude had five kids when all the other Unbegotten Elves had 1-3 (Elwë & Luthien, Ingwë & Ingwion. Olwë had 3 kids). Also also, he basically let his kids do whatever they wanted, even withholding a scolding when Kid #1 pointed a sword at Kid #3. It seems like Finwë just had kids for the sake of Doing The Do with his wife and having a big family for no canonical reason.

Literally petitioned the Valar to change the law to allow him to marry again

#the gods literally rewrote elven law because of this guy's dick. cmon. #he couldn't keep it in his pants to save his (or miriel's) life

#he changed the history of the elves by not being able to leave his d in his pants #like he didn't have some special power or a world changing plan he just wanted to do the deed lmao

#channeling my inner valinorean aristocrat hearing of the noldor king's scandalous remarriage for the first time and voting finwe

#guys PLZ finwe was the first slut he invented it

#we gotta respect the OG #known mostly for fathering kids with multiple women?!

#i barely go here and dven I know finwe deserves this

#if he hadn't been that big of a slut the silmarillion never happened they way it did

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SKZ Mate: Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Nesting is a very important part of a werewolf's journey. It allows the werewolf to feel safe and secure wherever they are. It is more important for the werewolf when they join a pack. It provides them with a safe space. A space where you can be you. Every werewolf goes through nesting phases regardless of their status, but some are more different than others. Alphas are taught to nest from a very young age as they are the ones who are the main providers for the pack. When an alpha becomes old enough to have an omega they are taught to become protective of their nests as their nests would become a mating place and later on a place to have pups. Beta's were taught in a similar way to alphas that they too would have their nest as a mating place. The main difference is betas can share nests with omegas or go into each others nest. Betas and omegas often stick together as they are the lowest rank. The two of them often depend on each other hence their acceptance of sharing nests. Like an alpha, a beta can too feel protective of their nest if an unwanted visitor disrupts their nest. 

Now for omegas, it is even more important for them to nest, considering how important they are. An omega's nest can depend on whether it is their own or a mated nest in their pack. An individual nest is often where the omega will live, relax or hide when in danger (if they do not have a pack). When an omega is presented to a pack they are supposed to design their own nest as part of the offering and allow their pack members to donate gifts to their nest. Once the omega is mated they can nest anywhere in their pack mates house as a sign of claiming the omega claiming their mates. If an omega is not presented with a nest they can often grow up to be quite attached and hostile due to lack of stability. This can also be seen when an omega nest has been disrupted. When a nest is disrupted without their consent omegas can get rather emotional and agitated, making them more harder to tame. A nest is probably more important for an omega to have than an alpha, which is why Y/N was never fully content or settled.

This was something that broke Chan's heart when he heard no one had ever taught his soulmate how to make a nest. Not even her mother provided her with the comfort and materials of nest building. It was the best part of anyone's childhood. You would grow up and show off your nests and have competitions on who had the better nest. Chan even remembered a time he competed with his brother and got his mother to vote. What turned Chan's stomach was the fact that Hongjoong carried that lie with him and prevented her from ever nesting in his home. Chan didn't understand it but what Chan did understand was his omega was never shown love and tenderness. This was why Chan made a point to get everyone involved in giving her a perfect nesting experience and by getting everyone involved he meant asking Hyunjin for his least favourite set of clothes. It took a few weeks but Chan wanted her to have a nest where she could feel safe and alone when she needed to.

On the first week, Chan helped Y/N settle in and taught her how to use her senses without blindfolding her. Chan taught her how to look for furniture that felt out of place, his reasoning behind this was to help her learn to decorate her own nest without too many scents. He also wanted her to feel completely comfortable in her own space before she went any further. The reason it took so long in the first place was that she changed it four times, one of which was Minho's fault because she caught him pulling a slight face and it made her insecure. The other time was Felix's fault because he asked if another coloured blanket would have been better on the chair, which led to Jisung pulling Felix's nest a part. In the second week, Y/N wanted some of their things in her room. Jisung was the first to proudly donate his pillow and bracelet. Chan the same day offered his shirts and scent on some of her clothes so she didn't have to worry. Changbin the following day offered his plushies and his sweaty gym towel but promised he would find something better. Felix and Seungmin came the day after with snacks and offered to roll around in her nest because Seugnmin barely had anything in his room to donate and Felix spent the whole night in a panicked state what to get. Felix later that evening went shopping to get her some fairy lights and unscented candles which made the omega feel better. A very nervous Jeongin came the day after with a bundle of hoodies and sweatshirts to donate which had been rutted on by him because he didn't know how to offer things to an omega. None of them had thought to tell him he didn't need to rut on them. Much to everyone's surprise Y/N donated one of her new jumpers to Jeongin nest which made the new alpha so excitable and proud, that he slept in it the same night. Minho came the day after with his hoodies and socks that he had washed and then re-scented because he wasn't disgusting like Changbin who gives people unwashed clothes. Minho had politely dropped them off outside when Hyunjin had offered his t-shirt and by offering he almost threw it at her, which annoyed Minho. It was an insult to her and to Chan and Minho wasn't going to tolerate it.

Minho had quickly apologised to Y/N with a bow before heading to the infuriating alpha's room and kicked his door down, breaking it straight off the hinges. The elder had shouted profusely at the younger alpha about his rudeness to the point the beta had thrown a load of blankets into the alpha's arms as he tried to force him to rut on them. By forcing him, Minho had pushed him to the ground and threatened to tell Chan that he made the omega cry if he didn't rut on them and politely present them to Y/N. To Y/N's surprise, Hyunjin did return with a grumble and handed her the blankets gently to her stating he didn't have any blankets so he had to find them. What Y/N didn't know was that Minho had bullied the alpha into donating something to her. That was something that kept Y/N awake at night as she held Hyunjin's blankets in her hand, feeling the soft texture of the material. She was almost too afraid to sniff it. He frightened her but at the same time, she was fascinated by him. She wondered if it was because he reminded her of Ateez, but he wasn't even close to their power or was he. Y/N tried to shake the thoughts from her mind as she sniffed Hyunjin's wet musky vanilla and ylang-ylang which sent her body into a massive frenzy. His scent was ethereal. It drove her insane as her mind darkened and went to another worldly place. What Y/N didn't realise was that Hyunjin was sat in his room listening to all of her thoughts and feelings.

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Watched the HCs9 blood in the clock tower from Gem’s perspective and I think the hermits should find even more excuses to play social deduction games. Took notes on game 2

Gem and then Impulse are the first two ghosts. Pretty cute, since he made himself a target by nominating on her behalf. Soup group vouch is in every game <3

Hypno role reveals day 0 to Gem, confirming them both as innocents, and she uses that info as social credit to get several other people to trust her. Despite outing his business, she’s also able to convince him to go against Keralis, along with Joe and False. (And in fairness, Hypno knows she's innocent, so serving as her pawn only helps the winning side. Fun that he doesn't complain though)

Gem brings a “I don’t believe any of you” vibe to every conversation and she’s usually right

The three most vocal players, Ren Keralis and BDubs, all avoid Gem during the talking phase. This comes back to bite them, as she’s able to commune with the quiet good guys and decide votes before they even happen

^ Crazy sequence where Keralis and Ren try to execute BDubs, but are the only two to vote. Five minutes ago, Gem had spread her theory that those two were evil. Ren is then executed unanimously

Pearl gets Hotguy’d in the background, and then a few minutes later she gets revenge on Scar. This isn’t relevant I just like it

Gem uses her one single ghost vote early to kill Ren, who False vouched for as not the imp. I’m not entirely convinced it wasn’t just to silence Ren. Either way, Ren was an evil servant, so a win nontheless. Her passive perception is too high

Continuing their dynamic in every situation, Gem clocks False’s sus game immediately and doesn’t let her fade into the background. False of course is playing several layers of identities, but Gem forces her to unravel her conspiracy and reveal her true (innocent) role. Amazing

In contrast, Gem implicitly trusts Xisuma “because he’s just like that.” He was the Drunk, aka his role was fake, feeding him only incorrect info. Poor X

Honorable mention to BDubs playing his first match in session 2 and getting publicly targeted by the evil side

Joe, Gem, and False, are playing on an entirely separate level than everyone else, but with distinctly different tones. Joe understands group dynamics and swaying the group opinion, Gem is a single warlord directing everyone’s swords, and False is an enigma uncovering information while revealing none herself. They are terrifying and I need them to work together to save the world or something

The recent 3D Among Us was also fun <3 Gem "I like winning through my words, not murder" she's so cool.

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