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[ningvory]

♡ payback ┊ yu jimin & uchinaga aeri

parings — meangirls!kariselle x loser!femreader

synopsis — after telling them to shut up, you quickly became their next target on their list. except you don't back down to them and actually fight back. so what better option do they have besides making you their pretty fuck doll? they like to call this payback.

warnings — college au, dubcon, aphrodisiac, pussy eating, degrading, fingering, facesitting, tribbing, bullying..duh, blackmail, they’re lowk pervs, pet names like pretty girl, baby, kinda proofread i was dosing off😭

w/c — 1.8k (1,865)

yu jimin and uchinaga aeri, known as karina and giselle to those who aren’t close to them, are the campus’s mean girls. well known for their beauty and of course, for bullying anyone who even dares to look at them in a way they dislike, you didn’t know much about them and you honestly didn’t card. the staff didn’t give a shit, they knew that if they even bothered to try and stop the bullying they could easily buy their way out of trouble.

unfortunately you happen to be the next target on their list. when you told them to simply, “shut the fuck up.” when you all were taking a quiz. from that day forward, they were never gonna let forget who they were. they consider it karma.

they started to poke fun at you, doing what they always do to their targets. pushing you into lockers, holding your books in the air knowing that you can’t reach them, calling you names, taking embarrassing photos of you and threatening that they would post it everywhere but they don’t mean it really, they let you slide because they think you’re cute.

you never really let them bully you that easily either, always fighting back when they would tournament you. they began getting frustrated because everything they did, you would always fight back. so what option do they have besides to fuck you dumb and make you a pretty fuck doll?

they wanted to fuck that attitude outta you, make you their personal cum dump and they always mean what they say.

you were walking outta your last class of the day, mentally exhausted and really just wanting to crash out on your bed. not expecting to be pinned to a locker in the empty hallways of the campus, letting out a small yelp when your back came in contact with the hard surface of the lockers behind you.

“hey y/nnie~ we really need help with our work. come over to our dorm room, i’ll text you what time to come!” karina said, her signature smile plastered on her face. the same one that can get her anything she wanted. she had you pinned to the wall with a soft grip until she pulled you closer to her, tightening her grip on your shoulders.

“you better be there. i think you know the consequences of disobeying us.” her voice was low and right by your ear causing you to shiver before she pulled you back to get a look at your face.

“see you later y/n!” karina said with her smile. a complete 180 of how she was before, acting as if she didn’t just force you to go to their dorm room.

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you had to run some errands and you finally made it back to you dorm, putting your bag down and just laying on your bed. until you heard a ding! and a vibration from your phone, making you groan and roll over, knowing exactly who was texting you.

‘hey pretty girl, it’s giselle texting from rina’s phone :] it’s already 6 so come to our dorm at 8, dorm room is 1576 and make yourself look a little presentable.’

you sighed, closing your eyes really wanting to just stay in bed and chill. but you really didn’t want any more trouble from them, so you rolled out of bed with a sigh. walking over to your closet to pick something out.

after about 15 minutes you finally got your outfit together, wearing a black crop top and a simple miniskirt with your panda dunks. it was 7:54 so you had enough time to eat a snack before you walked out the door.

—

you started your mini journey to their door, it wasn’t exactly far but not close to yours either which you were honestly happy with. you were glad that your airpods were in your purse because you did not want to walk all the way back to your dorm to get them, you really couldn’t survive a day without music.

you arrived at their door it was right at 8:30. you double checked and made sure that this was the right dorm before knocking.

you went on your phone again until the door suddenly flung open and your hand being yanked inside.

“ah! y/n~ nice you came, didn’t know if you were coming.” karina spoke, bringing you into her embrace, it almost felt like she was intentionally pushing her tits into your face. you gave her a semi hug, patting her back with an awkward smile until she finally let go.

karina walked you over to their black couch, telling you to sit down while giselle gets you a drink. telling you that ‘we always give our guess a drink! don’t mention it.’ you were still as a statue, awkwardly looking around trying to figure out what exactly they brought you over for, it was obvious that they didn’t bring you over to help them with an assignment.

“sorry we had to lie, we just wanted to hang out! sure you won’t mind, right?” giselle walked over to you, giving you a glass full of and orange substance.

“y/n, relax! you’re so tense we’re not gonna bite you or something.” karina spoke, sitting down next to you while giselle turned the tv on and sat on the other side of you.

you just nodded before going to take a sip of your drink. you let out a hum, it actually tasted good. the mixture of the different fruits tasted nice, you took a bigger gulp, going to ask them where’d they get it from until you felt a hot sensation all over your body.

the two looked over at you, not expecting the aphrodisiacs to take over your body so quickly. but at least they knew it worked, and they weren’t complaining. they enjoyed your expression change, watching how you fidgeted uncontrollably and rubbed your warm thighs together, desperately trying to relieve the neediness that you suddenly felt.

you were sat there for a minute, praying that whatever you were feeling would go away. you started to watch the movie on their widescreen TV, trying to ignore the hot feeling all over.

the two smirked at each other before karina spoke out, “something wrong, baby?” her voice was low and sultry, forcing to lay down on the couch.

you started at her with a face that was just so cute to her, doe eyes looking up at her with your eyebrows knitted and a pout resting on your face. you swallowed, not knowing what to do until you felt a pair of hands spread your legs open and flick your skirt up. making you yelp at the coldness of the room, looking down to see giselle smirking back up at you.

“aw~ you’re soaked pretty girl, you’re so nasty!” giselle teased before rubbing your clothed clit. she had to hold your legs in place because you were just so jittery!

you weren’t a virgin but you weren’t someone who fucks or pleasures yourself often, but you’ve never been so desperate to cum. it’s so embarrassing you just wanted to go home and do it yourself.

giselle slides your panties off, looking in awe at the way your juices created a thick string that connected your cunt to your panties.

she raises your legs up and didn’t waste a moment, sucking on your sensitive clit and fingering your cunt. you desperately push her head away from you, it was so wrong for your bully to be going down in you! high pitched moans and whines of ‘this is wrong! s-stop!’ fell outta your mouth but the aphrodisiac had your body reacting in the opposite of your words. cunt spilling with your juices and desperately grinding your cunt on her face.

“you keep telling me to stop but your body seems to want this, pretty girl.” giselle said, pulling her face away from your cunt to undress herself.

“such a dumb girl, look at the camera.” karina giggled before grabbing your chin forcing your dazed eyes to look at the camera.

“wonder what your friends would think if they found out their friend was getting fucked stupid by her bullies..you know, you’re actually lucky you get to see us nude. people would die to be in the position.” karina added on, panning the camera down to your fat cunt before she stopped recording, undressing herself too.

karina shuffled to where she was hovering over your face, cunt on display for you to see. “your moans are so cute but so loud! i don’t wanna to get a noise complaint again so put that mouth to use, yeah?” she couldn’t even care to wait for your answer because next thing you know she’s putting all her weight on your face, her milky thighs crushing your head had you moaning and arching into your back.

“already so obedient f’me, you pain slut.” karina mustered out, barely able to speak because you’re going ham on her cunt.

this was probaly the best head she’s received because she was riding your face desperately, not even caring that she was full on suffocating you, her clit continuously bumped into your nose. you heard shuffling below you but you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your cunt being rubbed onto giselle’s fat cunny. she was grinding onto your cunt like her life depended on it and it had you moaning into karina’s cunt, making her let out surprised moans before she cummed all on your face and in your mouth.

she got off your face and coo’d, she couldn’t help but take a picture of your fucked out tear-stained face covered in her cum. you were far gone by now, back arched and eyes so far back, hands trying to grind yourself into her cunt because the pleasure felt so good! your moans mixed in with giselle’s lower moans until you let out a long high pitched whine, squirting everywhere, all over yours and her thighs.

you were crying and whining because it was starting to become too much for you, trying to push giselle off your cunt. you were so brain dead you were mumbling incoherent things, only words sounding coherent were ‘it’s too much’ but you were silenced quickly by karina’s tits being pushed in your face.

“you can take it. take what i give you until i cum, whore.” giselle grunted.

she began rubbing your clit, trying to make you squirt again and overstimulate you until you squirted again with a muffled moan. giselle finally came, cumming all over your cunt before smearing it all over your cunt and inside your hole. karina got off of you, taking in how fucked out you were before telling giselle to take pic.

“such a pretty cum dump,bet you liked every last bit of it you slut.” giselle taunted, spreading your legs wide open to take a picture of your cum covered cunt.

“the fun has just got started baby, let’s see how well you take being stuffed full of our dicks.” karina smiled at the look of horror on your face. you were in for a long night.

[lholland14]

Error: Name Unknown

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: When you vs the Paige Bueckers in her own game, but don't know who she is.

Warnings: Somewhat suggestive? Also, I have no idea who most of the UCONN basketball team is SORRYYYY I JUST FOUND OUT PAIGE AND IM OBBSESSED!! Also this isn't edited so if you find anything pls tell me and I'll fix it.

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The annual Sport Swap, the day where all UCONN athletes show off their athletic ability by playing other UCONN teams of different sports in different games. The staff would randomly choose two teams to face off in a series of random sports determined by a spinning wheel. 

It was electrifying.  

It was your day, as someone who played soccer, this day was a chance to show off. You were a newer athlete, but that didn't mean you weren't popular, fans began noticing you after pulling of a 2 goal comeback and an assist against St. John in the last 15 minutes of the game winning 3-2. Ever since then you were highly regarded as the "Comeback Kid" of UCONN and was shortly named captain, even with that title though, Paige Bueckers was the one to watch. Winning award after award, game after game, heart after heart.

"Okay! Everyone gather around!" Your coach yelled into the clamouring locker room, "The competition is out and I think you're gonna be happy about it this year!" 

You and your teammates sprung out of the tightly packed locker room and into the meeting room with a slide show on titled "SPORTS SWAP". As soon as everyone was settled down your coach lectured you all on being good sports and how everyone is winners. 

To be honest, you had tuned out long before he had began talking. He finally garnered your attention when it was time to reveal who you were playing.

He clicked a button and he slide switch to reveal the highly anticipated words, "UCONN WOMEN'S SOCCER VS WOMEN'S BASKETBALL" 

Your teammates paled at the though of having to compete against the 6ft tall team of total hotties, you, however, didn't understand the fear. Being a younger player in a much more rigorous major you didn't get out much, in fact you never went out, or watched a lot of TV, including certain games starring a certain blonde haired girl. 

Your coach began ushering your solum team into the basketball court where the girl's basketball team was waiting to hear what sports you'd all be playing. The moment you opened the court's doors your team was welcomed with loud music, laughter and cringy dances by the basketball team. 

You smiled, but on the inside you hated it, you hated how cocky they were. You never met them, or seen or watched them, but you hated them. Their smirks and loud music in a dominant way to show that they simply didn't care. 

They knew that they would win. All you and your team was to them was dust on the pedestals. Tattered challengers  standing before gods, someone they could merely dismiss without a thought. 

Your blood boiled at this, and with a defiant look and steeled nerves you asked your teammates who the most famous one is out of the group.

"Paige Bueckers, she's the blond one with braids." Your friend replied staring heart eyes at the 6ft tall girl with piercing blue eyes. You simply rolled your eyes in response, earning a shove from the girl.

"Settle down everyone!" Geno yelled, "I'll be spinning the wheel soon to determine what sports we will be playing today." The basketball girl's screeched in response, yours remaining dead silent.

He began spinning the wheel landing on ice hockey (cue the groans), cheerleading (out of the corner of your eye you could see a younger girl joking rub shoulders with the blue blue eyed blondie you were told about earlier) and finally, basketball.

The final spin landed on basketball, you could visibly see your teammates hearts sink as the other girls erupted in screams. Geno turned to us in apology offering to do another spin, just as your teammates agreed to this you asserted a cold no.

He sighed, and told us to skate up.

~~HOCKEY~~

You had to admit, it was pretty funny to see both teams just slide across the ice in various positions (none of them correct). Both teams not even bothering to play anymore, just running out the clock in order to show off their "skill". 

By skill you meant how long one could stay standing, and that record was held by a girl named KK on the basketball team, her record? 15 seconds. Other various skills included how many players one person could take out in the least amount of time currently held by you.

It just happened so fast, one minute you were standing hunched, arms sprayed out in hopes for finding balance, but instead finding the stomach of a certain blonde haired girl and the mouth of you teammate. Desperately needing balance you accidentally swung out and clutched onto the girl, effectively knocking your teammate onto the ground. However, Bueckers wasn't so balanced herself and began skating backwards due to the sudden force your body had. With each backward step you two knocked down three other played before tripping over a random 6'3 body.

Landing softly, thanks to girl whose shoulders you were clinging onto, whose hands are on your thighs that were currently straddling her waist. As you slowly lifted up your sweaty body from hers you felt the shock that came from unconsciously grinding on her abs after her shirt rode up. The shock sent waves of red onto both yours and hers face, breathing heavily you stood back up, and stuck your hand out to help the blonde haired girl. She sheepishly grinned in response, the cocky smirk wiped from her face and onto yours.

You didn't even notice the long forgotten puck sliding slowly into your goal.

Point Basketball team.

~~CHEERLEADING~~ 

"Lets gooooo!!!" KK screamed the moment we entered the gym. As you continue walking to the middle of the gym you could feel the intensity of Paige's eyes at the back of your head. Was she really check you out? With your mind of occupied by the blue eyed beauty you failed to notice the pom poms set out by Geno, and because you're a tad dramatic ...you screamed, thinking it was a spider.

Both teams erupted in laughter as your teammates ran to help you up, heat rushing to your face due to embarrassment, not because you can still feel the heat of Paige's hands on your waist, and definitely not because the same girl was staring at you with a lopsided smile. 

"Well, I guess Y/n has volunteered her team to go first!" Geno clapped your coach's back with a grin, while the rest of your team groaned and walked over to the pom poms. After 20 minutes of practice, trying to choose a song and props your team was ready and rearing to go. 

With you donning ridiculous white sunglasses and a plastic poofy skirt, you took your place at the center of the gym. The moment the music Apple Bottom Jeans played you started dancing, only stopping when a teammate fell or was laughing too hard to continue, finally ending with the last pose, one hand on your hip and the other in the air with smug eyes and a goofy smile.

Honestly, Paige didn't know if it was hot or the most adorable thing she has ever seen. The way your curved hips swayed with the music, or how the skirt was showing off your ass perfectly. Your goofy smile and the way you were the first to help a teammate, either way, Paige Bueckers was hooked. 

Her teammates could tell too, the way she would just gravitate towards you, how she would look at you for approval when she did a move correctly, tripping over her feet the moment your eyes locked into her's. 

And thanks to your quick observational skills, point you.

Well, Point Soccer team.

~~Basketball~~

The court was buzzing with excitement, with countless students coming in just to see Paige the basketball team dominate a team no one has heard of, but with your 5'7 frame and hidden skills you were determined to win. Unbeknownst to the basketball girls, your team actually played basketball frequently, practicing teamwork, communication and trick shots. Along with UCONN had offered you both a soccer and basketball full ride scholarship, but no one knew about that. 

After both teams came out it was clear to everyone who the audience preferred, the moment Paige came out the students cheered and you were pretty sure you could here girls begging Paige to fuck them. You'd be lying if you hadn't had that exact same though ping through your head at least once today. 

With you facing off for the ball against a someone named Aaliyah, you didn't even bother jumping against her 6'3 frame, instead opting to go behind her in order to steal the ball from KK. The moment the ball was in your grasp you hurled the ball towards the basket, and a loud buzzer played, signifying the bucket you just made. The crowd was dead silent, then cheered so loudly, you fell out of surprise, falling right into Paige.. again. 

"That was insane ma," She murmured against your eye, her hot breath fanning your neck causing you to shiver involuntarily. You just bowed your head in response to the praise, heat spreading to your face and to your core.

With the crowd not settling down anytime soon, you returned to your position. Nodding to your teammates in unison. You had a game plan, you had each others backs and you were going to win. 

With multiple well timed passes, a couple of threes and some insane dunks preformed by your team, you were well ahead of the actual basketball team. 

And they were pissed.

Paige was laughing and cheering and smiling, until, she wasn't. Until she started to get annoyed how you were beating her. She was the record breaker, you weren't. She was a god at this school, you, well you were a nobody.

After you had just scored a three that Paige thought was hot, she started guarding you more closely.

"Who are you?" You breathed out behind her body, trying to block you from getting the ball.

"Paige, Paige Bueckers" She managed to gasp out, her body was totally gassed from the earlier events.

"What? Are you famous or something?" You cocked an eyebrow that you knew would only agitate her more. 

"You could say that" 

With her momentarily distracted your teammate passed the ball to you in the final seconds.

"Really?" You smirked, "because you seem," throwing the ball in a no-look half court basket, the way you saw Paige had done in a video.

Just before the buzzer could signify the end of the game you put your hand on the back of her neck pulling her close, and whispered,

"Irrelevent." 

[diodellet]

Sorry to bother you, but for your Valentine's Day event I wanted to ask Jamil and Leona with Prompt 15 please

💌Jamil Viper + Prompt #15 (Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything.) ++Reader is not Yuu, slight angst with a bit of comfort at the end

It was only something he said. Offhandedly, matter-of-factly, casually, all those similar words.

Aren’tcha happy to see your little fan?

…Not really. It’s annoying.

Then again, a sharp knife could still cut to the bone. Even in the hands of a careless wielder.

(Even if his cheeks warmed at the knowing glance that his clubmates gave him, seeing the flicker of hurt across your features sent a stab of guilt into his gut.)

Jamil scanned his surroundings. He last saw you duck into the hallway of the third year classrooms. Slowing to a walk, he considered your possible hiding spots. The ghosts kept staff rooms locked, laboratories and offices as well. In fifteen minutes, the doors to the classrooms would also be enchanted to keep from anyone entering. That meant—

…What was an empty coat rack doing here?

He walks past it, brow furrowing in confusion. Your—admittedly admirable—disappearance didn’t make any sense.

A potion? Your Unique Magic?

Just as he reaches the end of the hall, behind him, the telltale sound of a spell wearing off confirms his guess, revealing you in place of the coat rack. He half-expected you to turn and bolt.

Instead, your eyes turn glassy and tears slide down your cheeks.

At a quiet call of your name, you wave off the concern. “It’s true, I’m—I’m annoying, you don’t need to…to justify it.”

Your other palm is held out, stopping Jamil from approaching.

“I know, I should have talked to you properly and let it happen. I just… got scared.”

Jamil hated that, being scared. It led each careful and cautioned move of his. As much as he refused to let it step to the forefront of his mind, fear was a looming shadow. The calculated, sharp-tongued vice housewarden of Scarabia was born from a practiced skill in passing fear off as any other visceral emotion.

…Though you were annoying. Persistent. 

Always just a little out of reach.

His hand closes around your outstretched wrist.

The apology is worded perfectly in Jamil’s mind, but his throat refuses to cooperate. “...look, I didn’t…” When it’s just the two of you, he finds that he doesn’t mind being the sole recipient of your wholehearted attention. “As…as long as it isn’t in front of everyone, I’ll hear you out.”

Another tear rolls down your cheek, and your lips form into a shaky smile.

💌Leona Kingscholar + Prompt #15 ++Reader is not Yuu

“I don’t understand what’s his problem.” You wrench the locker open.

“Well, I am having a nice day, thanks for askin’,” Epel frowns, but doesn’t look up from folding up his training attire.

“Is everyone pretending they didn’t see me getting badgered on the field earlier?” Thank god, you still had band-aids. “Scoot over.” Epel makes space for you on the bench, winces when he sees the scrape on your leg.

“Yeah. This is what I get for trying to play and listen to the captain’s yelling at the same time.” You layer two band-aids. “I’m not even first-string, so why’s he on my case? He should be focusing on you and Ruggie more.”

“Hey!”

“In a good way! I just don’t get why he has to take his stress out on me.”

“I hear you.” He slings his gymbag over his shoulder. “I’d wanna stay and listen s’more but—” 

“Yeah, Vil would wring your neck or something. See you.” You’re focused on covering most of the scrape. Unsuccessfully.

Turns out you weren’t left completely alone.

Leona’s blocking your way out of the locker room. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Though he seems to always be frowning, you see a muscle in his jaw tense as you approach.

“...I’m guessing you heard that.” A part of you hoped that Epel would be forced to do penalties with you, he technically was a co-conspirator in your shittalking as the listener.

“Hmph, if you have such a problem with me running the team, then you might as well hand in your jersey right now.”

No way—is what you’d say if you had no shame. But you, mediocre as you are, fought tooth and nail for a spot on the Spelldrive team.

But he’s right. Your hand tightens around your bag strap, protecting its contents. The only marker of your effort. “I'm only…It won’t happen again.”

You’re burning. From shame, from frustration. Why would he take notice of you?

At that minute gesture, Leona steps aside. “Guess I was wrong to think that you could handle some tough encouragement.”

“Encouragement?” A satisfied grin stretches across Leona’s features. “No, no—training’s over. I don’t need to listen to y—this.”

“Now, hold on a second there.” It’s unfair how the authority in his voice is enough to pin you in place. “Next Monday, you’re running twice as many laps for warmups.”

a/n: ahaha this is sooo late... sorry 🙇‍♂️(girlie didn't think she'd struggle this much tryna figure out leona's character in a reader-insert way, this is my karma for making fun of housewarden stannies 🤧🤧) i hope it was an enjoyable read nontheless, i tried to spice up the interpretation of the prompt, make it a seat-grabber or sumn along those lines ahahaha NEways! have a (looks at scrawled writing on hand) happy summer! 💕💕

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 2: School

Enjoy a riveting tale of romance, suspense, adventure, and self-discovery as Hunter finds his path after the events of TBB. Rated PG-13 for some mild suspense, suggestive talk, alcohol and drug use, and adult themes. Banner and dividers by @pinkiemme ~ Master List ~ Previous Chapter

Chapter 2: School (Word Count: 2.7k)

Hunter winced, one hand on his shoulder as he moved his arm in a circle, trying to work out the sore spot from the morning’s wrestle with an angry bruallki that had apparently only feigned death from his shot. He’d had time to hunt, spend a few hours in his shop, and get cleaned up before heading up the hill to Omega’s school. It was a plain rectangular building on top of a grassy plain that housed students from the youngest grade levels up to young adults within its brick walls, but the island wasn’t too populated so the classes usually consisted of about 10 to 15 students each. He opened the door to the office, shifting his bag on his other shoulder as the attendance clerk looked up at him brightly.

After checking in, Hunter was free to walk the halls in search of Omega, who was late in meeting him at their usual spot in front of the school. It wasn’t unheard of — she was usually either caught up in conversation with one of the staff members she’d taken a liking to or lost in thought from diving into one of her assignments as soon as she could. True to form, Hunter soon found her in the back of the administrative wing, in a little corner office that was full of dark wooden furniture. There were a few small, warm lamps, and there was Omega, relaxing in a cozy chair in front of a plain desk with a chiseled nameplate sitting on its corner: Lyra Vetana, Records Clerk.

The woman behind the desk looked to be a bit older than him, or what Hunter assumed it looked like for nat-borns, with long brown hair that was mostly straight, a somewhat angular jaw, and smile lines around her mouth and eyes. She was currently nodding slowly at whatever Omega was sharing, and as Hunter approached, he caught her attention, her gaze soon followed by Omega’s, who piped up immediately.

“Oh hey Hunter! Sorry I’m late. Lyra was just sharing about what past students have done during their apprenticeship year. She’s got a bunch of great ideas!”

“Yeah?” Hunter answered, shifting his focus to Lyra, who shook her head with a small smile. 

“Just what the kids have come up with,” she corrected, straightening a random pile of papers off to the side. “But I apologize for holding you up.” Her voice was smooth, with just a little bit of husky texture that made it imperfectly pleasant, and it matched her humble and unassuming demeanor. Hunter could see why Omega appreciated her company; she had a steady, soothing presence, although it seemed somewhat flat. 

“It’s alright, just got some work to do before dinner,” Omega reassured her, rising to her feet and pulling her backpack out of the chair beside her. “Which I bet is steak again, right?” She aimed the question at Hunter, who exhaled through his nose as he tilted his head at her.

“Look, you should be happy that I can cook anything at all, you know…”

“I’m just kidding,” Omega said, patting his shoulder as though she were the parent. “You’re doing great, and you’ve come so far!” Hunter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, although her words carried some weight, and he caught what looked like a condescending smile on Lyra’s face. 

“I make salad too…” he grumbled, and Lyra turned a laugh into a cough so quickly it made him second guess what he’d heard, squinting at her as she turned to move that same stack of papers all of a sudden.

“Shoot! I need my interview journal; I left it in my locker. Be right back, and then we can go!” Omega announced, trotting out the door to leave Hunter standing awkwardly in front of where Lyra was seated at her desk. But then he realized a potential solution to an argument he’d had that morning with Omega. 

“Hey, quick question…” he began, looking over his shoulder before dropping into one of the chairs in front of Lyra’s desk. “I… ah… Omega’s very special, and… I know it’s real safe here and all, but… We’re still new, and I just want to make sure… she’s alright… you know. And I know she comes to talk to you often, and you have been here at the school for a while…” He rummaged in his small sling bag for a moment, finding it hard to meet Lyra’s curious gaze.

He found what he was looking for and held it up for her to see. It looked like it could have been a large button from a piece of clothing, but upon closer inspection one could see that it was a different kind of button — a small metal cylinder that could be flipped open with a raised round part to press inside. “Would you do me a favor and hang onto this? It’s… it’s an emergency beacon, and if anything ever happens, you press it and we can be here immediately. Omega refused to keep it on her, but… I just…”

Lyra regarded it, and him, with an unreadable expression, brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing. She held out her hand, inviting Hunter to give it to her, but he paused. 

“Look, I know it seems paranoid, or overly protective, but there’s a lot that I just can’t explain, and I know you’ll probably never have to use it, but it would just make me feel better if—“ 

“I get it,” Lyra interrupted reassuringly, giving him a small, serious nod as she beckoned for him to place it in her palm. He felt a disproportionate cascade of relief; maybe he’d built this up more than necessary in his head, but he appreciated knowing there were extra safety measures in place. “I don’t see her all the time, but if there’s ever an emergency, I’ll let you and her mom know.”

“No mom,” Hunter shook his head, “Just me.”

“Oh, sorry— you said ‘we’ could be here right away, so I just thought—“

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Me and our brothers.”

“Got it,” Lyra said quietly, closing her fingers around both the button and a million unasked questions. 

“Thanks,” Hunter said, nodding in finality before rising to his feet. He leaned out the doorway, peering down the hall and still finding no sign of Omega, then returned to his post just inside the door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. He was still getting used to the social situations outside of war, and truth be told, he sometimes missed the rushed simplicity of mission after life-threatening mission. Casting a glance back to Lyra, he was somewhat relieved to find that she’d pulled some other files out of a folder and was tapping away at her keyboard. He couldn’t get a read on her… was she dismissive? Standoffish? Content? Or just didn’t feel the need to force conversation? 

“So ah, what is it you do here again?” he asked, the words flowing without his permission. He cringed inwardly, hating the complexity of civilian life at times, but Lyra paused her typing and met his gaze with a patient warmth that lessened his anxious overthinking.

“I’m a records clerk, which means I have the great esteem and honor of filing away every transcript, work study application, apprenticeship offer, accommodations meeting notes, and so on. Basically, if it happens here, I record it here. And if people need any data from the archives, I’m the one to find it for them,” she answered, poking fun at the seeming unimportance of her job without the full cynicism of one who legitimately resented their duties. 

“Sounds peaceful,” was all that Hunter could think to say, and his estimation was met with a slow nod.

“It is,” Lyra agreed, the faintest smile touching her thoughtful expression. “And you? What keeps you busy on the island?”

“I’m a hunter, ironically enough,” he answered, smirking dryly. “And a butcher. I have a meat shop down in The Cobbles,” he continued, referring to the part of town just above the beaches that was the notorious center for businesses, restaurants, galleries, and city government offices.

“Ahh,” came the enlightened realization. “Yes. I’ve heard of it from other staff members here.” Hunter wondered what else she’d heard, but judging by any response he could sense, there was nothing more to it. “Not a lot of imports on the island, so everything you sell is from here?”

“Freshly blasted daily,” Hunter said with a mock chipperness that made them both snort. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite figure out, whether she was genuinely enjoying the conversation or just tolerating it, whether she had more to say or was simply killing the time they were forced to interact. But he supposed it didn’t matter much, and as they fell silent again, Hunter could hear familiar footsteps approaching.

“Well, I appreciate you being here for Omega… and all the other kids,” he said quietly, and he caught a wistfulness on her face before it disappeared instantly. Lyra smiled and nodded demurely, brightening up when she saw Omega in the doorway. 

“Ready?” the girl asked Hunter, beaming back and forth between him and Lyra.

“Ready,” he echoed, giving Lyra a polite dip of the head before taking his leave.

The house that Hunter and Omega shared was not far from Tech and Phee’s, sitting on the side of the hills that stretched up from the beaches in rugged terrain peppered with large boulders and cliffs. The island had an interesting layout – large, flat beaches wrapping around the entire coast, then The Cobbles, an aptly-named cobblestoned street with storefronts spaced out neatly on both sides, punctuated by a few older residences, a small garden, and some town governance buildings. The entire island was fairly cut off from most everything else in the galaxy, with very few trade connections, resulting in a harmonious self-sufficiency where each person specialized and contributed to the overall good through commerce or direct trade. The business area was the one main street that stretched in a gentle upward slope from the beach to the cliffs, where it stopped abruptly.

The island topography continued to rise from there, slowly but steadily, with houses peppered across the hills above The Cobbles. There were trees and meadows scattered across the land, and the majority of the population lived on the western side of the island in small homes or flat, layered apartment buildings that were spread out above the business district. The apartment complexes huddled together around the Town Square, a large, open area full of string lights, street vendors, food carts, and an endless array of farmer’s markets, cultural events, musical performances, and so on. Single-family homes were spaced out more along the walking paths that snaked up and down the island, nestled among trees and hills. 

A few were tucked further into The Forest, which covered the eastern side of the island in a rugged, dense landscape full of trees and rivers. It was virtually unpopulated save for the houses on its western edge. Near the top of the island, above the layers of homes, lay a large, grassy meadow that stretched out in soothingly gentle slopes. A few ranches had settled around it, utilizing the perfect supply of everything they needed to raise agriculture, and off to one corner of the space sat the school. The highest point of the island was a small mountain upon which they’d built an observatory, although it was chronically out of order. Life on Xylo was a cozy, quiet way, punctuated with whatever creativity the locals could concoct. There were a few other populated islands on the planet as well, each having its own specialty and unique feel.

Hunter brushed his hands on his apron, the soothing bumps of embroidery warming his heart as he remembered Omega’s beaming face when she’d gifted it to him. It was the initial product of her first job shadow, and she’d chosen a plain gray fabric on which to hand-sew her best attempt at two large 9s in Aurebesh as well as a rudimentary copy of Hunter’s half-skull tattoo. 

The meat sizzled in the pan as he turned it, spattering hot grease in response to his prodding. He’d added some herbs this time, filling the entire house with the mouthwatering scent of perfectly-balanced flavors. Omega was chopping vegetables on the wood block next to him, chattering happily about the amazing variety of local produce that was supposed to be available at the next farmer’s market. 

It had been a hard decision when they settled on the island of whether to live together as they always had or to try to branch out into their own spaces. Phee had commandeered Tech into a home of their own, Echo was interested in the communal setup of one of the small neighborhoods, and Crosshair had found a peaceful home with Batcher in the same area, leaving Wrecker and Hunter staring awkwardly at each other. It had worked out quite well, however, as Hunter had found a cozy house in a small clearing surrounded by trees that also included a comically small additional unit across the tiny meadow that was a perfect fit for Wrecker in every way except his size. But the brawny clone had a knack for construction and had single-handedly remodeled the entire thing to be more suitable. The main dwelling on the property was a typical “cabin in the woods”, and with a few modifications had become a soothing place of respite for both Hunter and Omega, whose small bedrooms branched off the main room that boasted a large fireplace and plenty of wood-hewn furniture. 

“This is my new favorite,” Omega said, as they dug into their dinner.

“The bacon-wrapped sirloin was the best so far,” Wrecker mumbled through a mouthful. He had a knack for showing up right at dinnertime, and his presence always filled the room with even more warmth and joviality. That, paired with the fact that he almost always trundled in with his latest catch over his shoulder, had solidified his place at the table above and beyond the fact that he was family. 

“This sauce on that steak would be fun to try,” Hunter mused. 

“Oh! I’ve got a trip coming up!” Omega announced, pushing her food to the side of her mouth and waving her fork excitedly.

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, tilting his head curiously. “For what?” 

“Madame Dreyfus is going to take me on a purchasing run where she selects all of her base fabrics and shows me what to look for. Then she’ll show me which types are most conducive to different colors and types of dyes.”

“Sounds fun!” Wrecker exclaimed, attempting to counterbalance the trepidation he could hear in Hunter’s voice. 

“Mhm,” Hunter conceded, “Where does she go for that?”

“One of the other islands; I forget the name,” Omega answered. 

“Plata?” Wrecker asked, grinning at Hunter’s sharp look in his direction. He was referring to the second largest island on the planet, notorious for its vibrant nightlife and “you only live once” sort of atmosphere. 

“No,” Omega laughed, “One of the agricultural ones.” 

“Oh. Sounds good,” Hunter said slowly. “Just you and her?” 

“Us, two seamstresses, and their students!”

“I don’t know,” Wrecker said in hesitant, drawn-out syllables that made both Hunter and Omega look at him quizzically, but the thinly-veiled mischief in his eyes gave him away immediately. “I’m not sure Hunter can manage without you. How long will you be gone?” His attempt at consternation was met with a delighted giggle from the girl, who tilted her head at Hunter with a playful, motherly expression.

“You’ll have to keep an eye on him for me, Wreck,” she replied in her chipper voice. “The trip is three days long! And this whole year includes trips with our mentors, so he’s gonna have to get used to it!”

“Aaawwww, Hunter,” Wrecker fawned, “What are you gonna do?”

“I guess I’ll find a way to survive,” Hunter stated dramatically, the gleam in his eye belying his own intent. Omega’s chuckle was drowned in the boom of Wrecker’s laugh, and the three of them finished their dinners in good spirits.

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Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

[httpsdana]

Alejandro Balde 130 🙏🙏 he’s so underrated

Clingy~Alejandro Balde

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Another Ale request cause why not 😙

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130-"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?"

y/n's job at the club of Barcelona was pretty simple but tiring at the same time. She was Xavi's assist. Always following him around in the training sessions and in the locker rooms and around the stadium

But the best thing she loves about her job was the fact that she met Alejandro through it. They had a few disagreements when they first met, but after they hit it off, they realized that they felt attracted to each other. Soon enough they started dated, of course without Xavi knowing. Pedri, Gavi, Ansu and Ferran were a few of the only people that knew about them.

They didn't mind Xavi knowing, but they didn't want him to scold them about how unprofessional what they did was.

The season was coming to an end as the team has a few more games only.

y/n was gathering some papers from her desk, taking them to Xavi so he can sign them, when Ale appeared through the door.

"holaaa mi amorr" he sang, his hands behind his back as he slowly walked into the room. He stood behind her, while she still didn't look at him focusing on the papers in her hands, he put his arms around her waist, placing his face in the crook of her neck, with small kisses ob her neck

y/n gently pushed him away when she finished organizing the papers for Xavi. Alejandro whined, when she didn't spare him a single glance

"Ale I have to give those to Xavi to sign, then I'm supposed to be planning the next team meeting. and aren't you supposed to be in training?" she started walking, knowing he's gonna follow her either way

"well coach gave us a 15 minutes break so I thought I'd come and see you, but clearly the feeling isn't mutual" he said in an annoyed voice, while y/n chuckled

"I told you we're not supposed to see each other a lot. The staff won't hesitate to tell Xavi if they sensed something between us" she was speed walking now, afraid she won't find Xavi

" who cares? Its not like he cares if we're dating" he said, making y/n stop dead in her tracks

"I care Alejandro. I live from the money I make from this job, so please stop with the reckless behavior or else I might get fired" she started walking again, Alejandro still walking behind her too

"you know I wouldn't let that happen" he said, waving at the people who greeted him while passing by

"yes I know but you also can't do anything about it if it happened" she waved at Xavi to get his attention as he appeared in her sight

She ran to him with the papers in her hands, Alejandro too running behind her

"you've got to sign those, and then read this at home and give us your opinion. its about everything related to the new and future signings" she said

Xavi signed the papers quickly before he noticed Alejandro behind y/n

"the 15 minutes are over. Go back to the feild Balde" he said, nodding his head towards the team

"um actually I'm feeling a bit nauseous and I was wondering if I could leave early today?" he asked, making y/n look at him suspiciously as he was doing just fine a few minutes ago

"yeah yeah whatever. get a good sleep and take a visit to the doctor. we're winning the league tomorrow" Xavi said before walking away

y/n looked at Ale with an annoyed look, while he gave her a cheeky grin. She started walking back to her office and Ale was trailing behind her like a puppy

"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?" she asked as she noticed his presence behind her

They entered the room, y/n sitting down on the small couch she had while Alejandro locked the door

"yeah. I missed you all day and all you did was ignore me" he pouted, a desperate tone evident in his voice

y/n looked up from her laptop at his pouty face. She closed the laptop and smiled at him, as his face lit up.

She patted her lap, Alejandro lying down and placing his head on her lap, while she ran her fingers through his curls

"I missed you too love. but you know how much my job means to me and how afraid am I to lose it. how about making it up for you by dinner at mine tonight?" she suggested causing Ale to grin widely

"I'd love that thank you honey. now gimme a kiss" he puckered his lips at her. She smiled and leaned down towards him, pecking his lips a few times before settling them on each other for a while

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

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[lunathegalacticwolf]

Here's the school rules in my Baldi AU.

Warning: Unsettling stuff, a lot of words

1. Always knock 3 times before entering Baldi's office. If someone knocks back, it's not Baldi, it's the kidnapper.

2. If the kidnapper is in Baldi's office, don't enter the office. This was the mistake the principal made and we still haven't found his eyes.

3. If Chalkles is on a chalkboard, but his face is turned upside down, tell the principal and he'll burn the chalkboard. It's not really Chalkles, it's a trap.

4. If you enter a classroom and any furniture was turned upside down, grab the notebook and never enter that room again.

5. ALWAYS get the map from Johnny's store. If you can't afford it, stay near Baldi. If you have the map and you find a room that's not on the map, NEVER enter the room.

6. If you hear Dr. Reflex crying in a room, knock on the door 3 times. If you hear a voice tell you to come in, do not enter. Only enter if the sobs continue with no verbal response.

7. Never, EVER look at the ceiling. The ceiling might look back at you.

9. Sometimes Johnny will be missing. If you go to Johnny's shop and he isn't there, leave the shop immediately. It is a trap.

8. If Mrs. Pomp tells you to come to her class, only go if she gives a specific time limit. If she doesn't give a specific time limit, it's a trap created by the kidnapper.

10. Mrs. Pomp always makes stomping noises when she's in her classroom. If it seems eerily quiet, do not enter the classroom.

11. If you need to go to the bathroom, ask Baldi, Mrs. Pomp, Gotta Sweep, Principal, or Dr. Reflex to take you there. If they take you to one that's far away from Baldi's office, run away and hide in a locker until the voices stop.

12: If the lights within the school seem to be flickering rapidly, stay as close as possible to Baldi until the lights stop flickering.

13. If you see a pitchfork in the wall or in the ground, pull out your walkie talkie and call Baldi, Dr. Reflex, or the principal immediately. Something is trying to cull you into a trap... and it's NOT the kidnapper. What is this creature? Well... that's for rule 14.

14. If you hear anyone's voice in the shadows, DO NOT go there. That is a creature of nightmares; the CopyCat. It's a trap to lure in its deadly clutches and it can use anyone's voice... including your own voice...

15. If you hear breathing inside of a classroom, but no one is in there, leave the room immediately. Do not return unless Dr. Reflex is with you.

16. If you see a locker that is open for no good reason, calmly close it and leave the hallway immediately. Do not return to that hallway unless a staff member is with you and no matter how much you want to, NEVER look inside of it.

17. If Baldi tells you to go to the library, ask him to go with you. If he accepts, go to the library. However, if he declines, do NOT under any circumstances go to the library.

18. If you're sick and need medicine, ask Dr. Reflex to get it for you. If he gives it to you right then and there, do NOT accept it. It is the kidnapper trying to trick you. Only accept the medicine if he takes you to the infirmary first.

19. If the chalkboard Chalkles is on is sideways, calmly flip his chalkboard back to normal. If he comes off the chalkboard and starts pressing his face against you and giggling, let him do it. However, if he comes off and stares at you without moving, leave the classroom immediately. This is a trap set by the kidnapper.

20. Be mindful of trapped elevators. Always look down before entering an elevator. If you see a tripwire, do not enter that elevator and find another one.

21. If you enter a room and it begins to glitch or distort, do not panic. Grab the notebook, calmly leave, and find Baldi immediately. Null is trying to warn you about something non-verbally and you can't answer his warning directly.

22: If you hear the words "150 Points." coming from deep within the school halls, calmly ask Baldi to confirm the number of points you have. If he says you do NOT have 150 points or if he cannot be found, go hide in a locker ASAP.

23. Sometimes a classroom will be locked. Do not try to pick the lock under any circumstances. Dr. Reflex has the only key to the classroom.

24. In the event of a power outage, use your walkie talkie to contact Baldi for help. If you hear Baldi's voice, make your way safely to his office. If you hear Principal of the Thing's voice, do NOT go there. It is the CopyCat mimicking his voice.

25. If you hear a calm voice that's not anyone you recognize, don't panic and follow its instructions. While this entity doesn't really exist, it is trying to help you.

26. If you walk down a hallway and it never seems to end, do not turn back or continue walking. Calmly pull out your walkie talkie and call one of the staff members.

27. If you go to the bathroom, do NOT look in the mirror. It will not be your reflection staring back at you.

28. If a staff member's voice sounds unusually forced or strained, tell another staff member immediately. It is not who it seems to be...

29. If a chalkboard says that Baldi is gone, call Baldi immediately. If he tells you he's okay, leave the classroom immediately and never return to it. If there's no answer, run and find the principal. You can find Baldi together.

30. Do not under any circumstances try to enter the principal's office. There's a reason you always went to Baldi's office instead...

31. You may come across a computer room. Do NOT mess with the computers under any circumstances.

32. If Mrs. Pomp is being eerily quiet and following you, run away and find the principal. That is not who it seems...

33. If you find a notebook with your name written in it, do NOT turn the page. Find Gotta Sweep and he'll dispose of it.

34. If the phone in Baldi's office rings, do NOT answer the phone. Ask Baldi to do it instead. If he doesn't answer it and he seems eerily worried, then stay near him. It means something is out there...

35. Never help anyone that looks exactly like you, no matter how much they plead. It's always a trap.

36. Never answer a voice whispering "Wanna play?" It's not Playtime, she only talks at a normal volume. If you hear the whispers, ignore them and act as if you don't hear them.

37. If you see what looks like one of the staff members in a random hallway, but they are not moving, do NOT approach them. Hide in a locker until you see them leave the hallway.

38. If the lights turn off while you're in the bathroom, call Baldi immediately and stay in the bathroom until he arrives to get you.

39. If a bell rings seemingly with no source, stay near Baldi until the ringing stops.

40. If you hear footsteps behind you, don't turn around or run. Calmly keep walking and ignore it. If you find a staff member, stay close to them until the footsteps stop.

41. If you hear a door slowly creak open while you're in a bathroom stall, do not look under the door and stay quiet. Stay right where you are until a staff member comes to check on you. Don't get impatient and don't take an unnecessary risk.

42. If you hear an eerily cheerful voice calling your name over the intercom, do not respond to it no matter how innocent it sounds.

43. If you hear Dr. Reflex singing to himself, remain calm and listen closely to his words. If he says "look behind you" or anything similar, do NOT look behind you and leave the hallway immediately. It isn't who it seems...

44. If an unexplainable black puddle underneath a locker, do NOT go near that locker and stay close to Baldi until Gotta Sweep is able to clean it.

45. The vending machine will restock itself. We don't know why.

46: If your vision starts to distort or change rapidly, calmly tell Dr. Reflex. If he is unable to explain why you're like that, stay near him and stay calm. Do NOT panic. That's what the CopyCat wants...

47. If a staff member appears to be talking to nobody, do not approach them and do not listen to the "conversation."

48. If you see a dark figure staring at you from a classroom window, do not look at the figure. Proceed to hide somewhere.

49. If a staff member's face disappears or melts, stay away from them, but keep them in your line of sight. Go find Baldi as fast as possible, but keep watching the said faceless staff member.

50. If you see a strange skeletal-like hand, stay away from it. It is an extremely dangerous creature feared by everyone, including the kidnapper and even... the CopyCat.

51. If you see a red and white doll with button eyes in a room, no matter how much you want to, NEVER approach her. She will get angry.

52. You may get a sense of deja vu or a feeling that you've been in this school before. That could be because you have...

53. If you see a mirror in a classroom, look at it and count how many reflections there are. If you remember entering the room alone, the answer should be only one... Leave the room immediately if that isn't the case.

54. If you see a room with boarded windows, do NOT enter that room alone. It targets its victims only if they're alone...

55. Sometimes, a classroom will suddenly lose power, becoming pitch black. Do not enter this classroom.

56. If you hear a faint, yet echoing sound of someone laughing, do not respond to it. It's not a staff member.

57. If you are alone and encounter the CopyCat, stay calm and find Principal Of The Thing.

58. If you hear a faint sound of a toy duck quacking, go back the way you came.

59. If you hear random voices mumbling at different frequencies, try to cover your ears and find Baldi.

60. If a beaker of a green substance starts to bubble in the science room, leave the room immediately and tell Dr. Reflex.

61. If you hear a strange banging sound coming from a locker, do NOT investigate the locker to see what the cause of this sound is.

62. If you suddenly feel a sense of dizziness or lightheadedness, rest your head on a wall and calm down until your head feels normal again. If the dizziness persists, seek help from one of the staff members.

63. If you see a child's drawing of a clown on the wall, back away slowly and find the nearest classroom.

64. If you walk into Johnny's store, but his skin is nearly pitch white, leave the store immediately. That is a trap.

65. If you walk into a classroom and there is a candle that's been lit, leave the room and never go back.

66. If you see an entity that you think might be the CopyCat, but you see a skeletal hand on the ground, it is... the Corrupted Entity. The CopyCat never gets down on all fours other than to study his prey or to rest...

67. If the principal speaks to you, but his dialogue is backwards, run, hide, and quietly call any of the staff members. That is NOT who it seems to be. That is Johnston (aka the Corrupted Entity).

68. If you hear a piano playing from far away, do not search the halls for its exact source of origin. Stay in a classroom, lock the door and keep your ears covered.

69. If you see a clock suddenly stop ticking, leave the room immediately and find Baldi.

70. If you hear a sudden high-pitched ring in your ear, do not panic and cover your ears. It will subside after awhile.

71. If you spot a small, white shape moving fast in a classroom, do not look at it. It's not Skribblez or Squiglez, it's a trap.

72. If you see footsteps that lead to a dark hallway, but have no footprints leading out, do not follow the footsteps.

73. If you enter the library and everything is silent except for a cold breeze, leave and find Baldi.

74. If you start to feel something breathing on your neck at random times, find Baldi.

75. If you see a classroom with a blackboard that has a phrase on it that constantly replays, don't go into that classroom ever again.

76. If you're in a classroom and you hear knocking on the door, do not answer the door. Keep yourself hidden under a desk in the back of the room. None of the staff members knock, so it's not them...

77. If you hear a faint sound of a child saying "Mama" from the girls' bathroom, stay away from that bathroom at all costs.

78. If you hear a student mumbling to themselves in a classroom when there are no other students in the classroom, do not investigate. That is Johnston.

79. If you see a classroom with a single black desk in the middle of the room, leave the room immediately and don't return ever again.

80. If the entire school suddenly feels extremely cold, but the heater is still on, stay calm and find Gotta Sweep. He'll deal with it.

81. If you hear a high-pitched screech out in the halls, run back to a classroom and cover your ears.

82. If you see a student running around all by themselves, do not try to interact with them. It's likely one of the ghosts of the school, and it's best to leave them be.

83. If you see a student walking into a classroom that you do not recognize, do not follow the student into the classroom. Avoid that classroom entirely.

84. If you see blood on the floor, avoid going into that hallway. It's another trap.

85. If you hear whispering coming from the other side of a door, do not open the door or listen in on what the voices are saying.

86. you hear multiple desks scraping against the floor at the same time, find somewhere to hide and try to stay as quiet as you can.

87. If you hear a distant phone ringing within the halls, do not search for the source of the ringing.

88. If you see a chair suddenly tipping over in the distance, stay still and see if anything else happens, and keep an eye on the chair.

89. If you hear multiple voices whispering "I know what you did," find somewhere to hide, and stay hidden until the voices stop.

90. If you walk into a dark hallway and see a bright light at the end of it, do not approach the light.

91. If you see multiple chairs and desks floating in the air in a classroom, go to the previous classroom immediately and close the door behind you. Do not investigate the source.

92. If you see a shadow of a child suddenly running away behind you, avoid looking behind to see who it is.

93. If you hear a child laughing coming from an open door, don't look into the room. Ignore the laughter and keep moving.

94. If you see a painting on a wall of a child smiling, don't look at it for too long.

95. If you see a classroom that has glowing red eyes in the dark, avoid that classroom at all costs, and do not go near it.

96. If you hear whispering that gets louder and closer to you, hide in a classroom until the whispering is no longer heard.

97. If you see a door with a bloody handprint on the handle, do not open the door and stay as far away from it as you can.

98. If you hear a sudden high-pitched laughing ringing in your ears, cover your ears and keep moving.

99. If you hear faint footsteps coming from above the ceiling, go to Baldi's classroom as fast as you can.

100. If you see a small pile of broken pencils on a floor, DO NOT touch them no matter what.

I know there's a lot, but I think it's sinister.

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Will Solace was no stranger to weird things the people had done.

As a teenager, he had been the head medic for Camp Half-Blood, where demigods attracted danger like a flame attracted moths, or like candy attracted a crowd of small children.

But seeing an eighteen-year-old boy talk to a snake like it was an acquaintance made him concerned.

The boy in question had dark hair, a messenger bag slung on his shoulder, a birthmark around his eyes, and, yes, a snake on his wrist. The boy looked familiar, and although Will was racking his head, he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Well, my dad's doing okay, he has a new treaty in mind—" the boy said, as one word echoed in Will's head: Treaty? Is his father the leader of a nation or something?

The boy continued, now he was asking the snake about how his wife was doing, as Will's concern mounted, and he began to wonder if the kid had left the psychiatry ward.

Just as Will was wondering how to initiate conversation, the kid was waving goodbye to the snake, as the latter slithered into a clump of bushes beside the bench where the boy was sitting.

The boy zipped up his bag, and got up, before finally noticing Will.

He ambled up to him, a friendly smile on his face. "Er, hi, do you know Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez?"

Will nodded, recognition hitting him. This kid was one of the interns'—Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez—friends, he had seen a picture of the both of them in her locker, and they had had a perfunctory conversation about the weather.

"She's probably in the break room— on the first floor," Will said, crossing his arms.

"Okay— thank you!"

The boy jogged up to the entrance, and disappeared behind the dark glass sliding doors.

Will strolled up to the coffee cart at the corner of the street, and bought an Americano, and drained the cup in a few sips, the caffeine jolting his nervous system awake.

He checked his watch, and watched the minute-hand slowly tick its way to 12:30, as, right on time, his stomach began to grumble.

Since he had had to have an early start, he couldn't pack his lunch, and as he was considering whether to eat the cafeteria food or not, he heard a faint honk.

The driver was recognizable, his dark eyes alight with excitement.

"Hey, Nico," he said, a smile breaking across his face.

"Hey, Will," he said, exiting his car, a lunchbag in his hands.

"For you," he said, handing him the bag with a flourish.

"You got me lunch?" He asked, relief flooding through him. He hated the cafeteria food.

"Yep," His husband said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you so much." He said, opening the bag, and the faint smell of soup wafting out from one of the lunchboxes.

"No problem. I was going to work anyway, and I knew I was going to pass this place anyw—" He stopped midsentence, clutching his car keys in a white knuckled grip, his eyes widening.

"What?" He asked, frowning.

"Um... sweetheart, please tell me I'm hallucinating and that smoke isn't coming from the hospital?"

Dread filling him, Will turned around, his eyes meeting the sight of faint plumes of smoke curling from the windows of the hospital, and, in the distance, they could hear faint screaming.

"Shit—could it be a fire?"

"I don't know, but we need to get patients out!" Wil said, as the both of them ran towards the entrance and Will pushed open the door.

Staff members and patients alike were running around, trying to find shelter, and confusion and fear warred inside him, and he pulled the fire extinguisher from the wall.

"What in the world—?!" Nico asked, gently helping up an elderly woman, and leading her toward the entrance.

There was a faint boom, and a rumble, like thunder. Only this wasn't thunder.

"WHOAAAA—" Will heard somebody scream, and saw a boy fly in, like somebody had thrown him, and crumple against the wall.

"Ow," the boy said, touching the back of his head, and frowning when his fingers came back bright red.

With a jolt, Will recognized him as the boy he had spoken to less than 15 minutes ago.

The boy caught Will's eye, and yelled, "GET OUT OF HERE— WE'VE GOT THE SITUATION UNDER CONTROL— AAH—"

He was stopped midsentence, and jumped out of the way, as a stream of liquid burst into the room.

It splattered against the wall, and began eating through the cement like it was wet cardboard, as the panic mounted.

Will caught Nico's eye, like Did you see that?

Nico nodded, but jabbed his thumb towards the exit doors, and mouthed, I'll take care of evacuation.

Will nodded, and rushed toward the boy, who was crawling away from the wall, a look of sheer distaste on his face.

"Kid— what was that? Are you okay?" He asked, helping him up.

"Take care of the others, it's dangerous here! We've got the situation under control!" The boy said, angrily, and— wait, was that his imagination, or did he have slitted pupils?

The kid's eyes went to the fire extinguisher in Will's eyes, and said, "Oh thank the gods—" Before snatching it from him.

"Hey—"

"THANK YOU FOR THE WEAPON," was all that was hollered at him, before the kid ran right back into battle, and through the broken plaster, Will caught sight of a scaled appendage, a loud screech, and a moving shadow.

As the last civilian ran out, Will realized that only he and Nico were left.

"That's a monster," Both of them said, in unison.

"We've gotta help," Nico said, tapping the steel chain on his wrist.

His Stygian iron sword materialized, as Will said, "I don't have my bow and arrow—"

"Don't worry, can you use your sonic whistle?"

Will clenched his fists. "Yes."

"Let's go."

The air was thick with smoke, and Will could see ribbons of purple light running along the walls.

"What the hell?" He whispered, before something smacked him in the stomach. Hard.

Eyes watering, he stumbled up, to see a shadow melt into the broken floor tiles, and, through the smoke, he could see Nico frowning.

"Oh shit—" he heard someone hiss, as somebody hauled him up.

"Ugh," he heard somebody grumble, as the air beside him shimmered, revealing a girl.

Not just a girl. The intern, Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, dragging him away.

"And why do you have a sword?" She demanded of Nico, her eyes wide and mismatched behind the cracked lenses of her glasses.

"Why do you have a staff?" Nico demanded.

Yamini's eyes widened. "Wait a second— are you two from the Otherworld?"

"The what?"

There was a hiss, and a red light shimmered before them, materializing in the form of the guy.

His face was covered in soot and the tips of his hair were singed, as he wheezed, "I can't find it. I barely dodged a fireball."

Nico raised his sword, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"

Yamini clutched her staff, and said, "We don't know. We were in the breakroom when it began attacking, and we barely managed to get everyone out." The tip of her staff flared violet.

"Are you two demigods?" Nico asked.

Before Yamini could answer, a whistle cut through the air, and Will could barely catch sight of a pincer, when purple light burst above them.

A force-field formed above them, cracks spiderwebbing where the pincers met the shield.

"I guess it found us," Nico said, grimly.

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"Okay, a run-down," Yamini— or, what her boyfriend Rudy called her— Mini began, after they introduced each other.

"We have no idea what the heck that thing is, just that it breathes fire, spits poison, and has armour."

"They all do," Nico said, his gaze pinned on the creature.

"It's sensitive to sound, though," Rudy said. "I used my stones and it reared back."

"Before it smacked you and you went flying," Nico pointed out.

"We don't speak about that,"

"I can do a sonic whistle— it'll hurt it, but it'll hurt you guys too."

"We'll be fine," Mini said.

There was a roar that shook the building and stones fell on them.

More light shimmered across the walls.

"I'm barely keeping this place together," Mini grunted, her hands raised.

"We need to kill it. And now." Rudy said, his messenger bag opened, revealing gemstones.

There was a distant roar.

"Now," Mini and Nico said, in unison.

Rudy threw a handful of jewels in the direction of the sound, while Will brought his fingers to his lips, and used his sonic whistle.

Rocks fell and the monster reared back, howling in pain.

Nico melted into the shadows and reappeared right underneath the monster, and sliced off the pincers closest to him.

The monster reared once more, its screams nearly deafening.

"Its belly is unarmoured!" Rudy yelled.

With a shink, Will knew that Nico had stabbed it in the belly, and, as Nico backed away, all four of them saw the monster crumble into ashes, blown away by the wind.

Silence fell, punctuated only with the crackling of fire, until there was a loud groan, and a steel beam fell to the ground.

"Let's get out of here," Mini said, backing away to the nearest exit.

And, as they ran outside, Will heard the building collapse behind them.

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so i'm back on my bullshit,,

please note that this is definitely not my best, it's like an experimental thing to get out of writers block, so, yeah, apologies for the bad writing

idk if this is gonna be a full series or a single oneshot, so do you guys want a part two or no??

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Part 2

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[silentcartoonist2018]

Sample of Chapter four of my Epilogue AU

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*SPLASH*

“Hah…….huff……..Huh??”

A sudden rush of cold water hit his face and woke up Mr. Krupp from what felt like the best sleep he ever had. After a yawn, he realized he was back on familiar territory. It was his office, completely back to normal, but from what, he doesn’t really know. He could make out a faint smell of melted plastic coming from somewhere on his desk but didn’t see what it was.

“Naptime’s over, Principal.” Said a familiar, and somewhat condescending voice.

It was Reid.

“R-Reid? Wha….what just happened? And…what’s everybody doing in my office??” Mr. Krupp stammered.

Upon closer inspection, Krupp could see that some of the teachers had been peeking into his office as if there was a big commotion going on. Also present were a couple of paramedics who had been checking his vitals for who knows how long.

“Sir, do you know what your name is?” Asked a paramedic.

“Wha? Of course! Benjamin Krupp.” The principal answered.

“See? He’s perfectly fine. Just like I said.” Reid said to the paramedics.

“I see….but we should take him in to check for any possible head concussions.”

“Hold on!” Exclaimed Mr. Krupp. “What’s all this commotion about?”

“You were unresponsive for over 6 hours.” Said Ms. Anthrope. “Then everybody else started lining up to see if they could wake you up for a pay raise, but then thought it was better to call 9-1-1.”

Mr. Krupp looked up at the clock. 4:15

Everything came back to him all at once.

“MY DATE!” In a rush, Mr. Krupp got up and readjusted his tie and crammed his way through the door, past the teachers and staff and….

“Edith?”

“Oh my gosh,” said Edith as she clutched her smartphone. “A-are you okay? Everybody thought you fainted and—“

“I-I’m fine! I-I-I’ll explain later, tonight! See you at the restaura—I-I mean, later!”

Krupp probably crashed into two or three lockers on the way out of the building.

[be-events]

— AXIS HORROR STORY !

it’s not just the local government going wild on halloween this year: sr media, known for its love of all things spooky, is hosting a private party in the axis labels facility on october 28! 

senior artists will get to enjoy dinner and a show, as well as a costume parade to be posted all across sr media’s public profiles. trainees, on the other hand, will be offered the opportunity to spend the night in the facility and truly enjoy the night! 

doors open at 10pm for trainees, and there will be a brief opportunity to mingle with senior artists - under watchful eyes, of course - before they are escorted to upper levels of the building. trainees can either arrive in costume or change in the locker rooms - there will be no official contest, but everyone is encouraged to dress up and have fun with their costumes. at midnight, doors will be locked down, and they will only open at 6am the following day.

sr media’s staff has prepared several surprises for the axis labels trainees to come out in waves throughout the night: suspense music will start playing at random, coaches will try to scare distracted trainees from dark corners wearing special makeup effects, and at 2am an exciting murder mystery escape event will begin! trainees will have to collaborate, solve puzzles, unlock doors, run across the facility avoiding the staff members trying to slow them down, and try to catch the killer before sunrise!

themed snacks and non-alcoholic drinks will be provided, and of course, practice rooms will be open in case members want to record covers in full costume. 

trainees, can you escape this horror story with your life?

OOC:

this event is for trainees only, and will run until november 15 at 11:59pm EST. any threads or solos posted after the deadline will not count toward points. please send in your points submission before this deadline.

please use the hashtag #BE:AXISHORRORSTORY for all posts relating to this event.

FOR +3 SKILLS OR ANCILLARY POINTS AND +2 TRAINEE POINTS, please write a 4-post thread with another trainee at any point during the escape room event. * this can be repeated up to 2 times and claimed for points FOR +3 PROFESSIONAL NETWORKING, please write a 300-word solo or 4-post thread with another trainee about meeting and briefly mingling with the senior artists.

when you’ve completed all options that you’d like to participate in, please sent the following form to our points submission blog:

SUBMISSION TITLE: MUSE NAME - COMPANY - AXIS HORROR STORY

escape room 1: +3 points to distribute to any performance or ancillary skills, + 2 trainee points to distribute to any skill [ link to thread ]

escape room 2: +3 points to distribute to any performance or ancillary skills, +2 trainee points to distribute to any skill [ link to thread ]

meeting the seniors: +3 professional networking [ link to thread ]

[lifeafterthelayoff]

Part II, Day 27

A list of all 23 jobs I’ve held so far:

1. Mowing grass for the farmer John Wolters, who often paid me in 1930s-era silver certificates.

2. Detasseling and de-roguing corn for Oetting's Detasseling. Rural kid summer job, hot and tiresome.

3. Clean-up guy at Orly's Meat Market, Locker, and Deli. I cleaned the whole bloody place.

4. Sales representative at Dumont Telemarketing. Yes, I was a telemarketer, and I’m sorry.

5. Hired hand at Schmadeke's Feed Mill, one of the grain elevators in my rural Iowa hometown. So much dust.

6. Soldier in the Iowa National Guard, where I had the opportunity to work security for the circus and qualify as an expert on the grenade launcher. (Not at the same time, though.)

7. Pizza technician at Pizza Hut, where I made pizzas. Curious to know how much free root beer I drank there.

8. Summer park technician at Butler County Conservation. For two summers I got to help keep the parks trimmed and tidy.

9. Trash man at Iowa State University. Picked up trash around my dorm, and it was trashy.

10. Food service dishwasher at the University of Northern Iowa. No. Just no.

11. Weekend on-air talent and assistant music director at KUNI-FM, a public radio station. Still one of my favorite jobs ever.

12. Retailer and vinyl record specialist at Co-Op Records. The discount was large and the subsequent paychecks were small.

13. Content manager at Stayhealthy dot com, where I participated in the Dotcom boom and garnered my first tech layoff.

14. Assistant manager at the Sam Goody music store in a mall, almost the exact opposite of the cool indie record store above.

15. Receptionist at Public Radio International. Get a foot in the door, they say. I did, and it really kicked things off.

16. Client Relations Manager at Public Radio International. I sold programs and an early SaaS CMS to stations. 

17. Senior Manager, Interactive Content and Marketing. Got to work with Ira Glass, Bob Edwards, and the BBC. Met Slash in an elevator.

18. Content Strategist at Brain Traffic. Got to work with THE Kristina Halvorson, which was fantastic.

19. Sr. Manager, Digital Content Strategy at Ameriprise Financial. The on-page disclosures were really something: 4,000+ words on one!

20. Vice President of Web Content Strategy at Weber Shandwick. Agency life, all of the clients, and amazing bosses.

21. Sr. Content Designer at Shopify. Content design, commerce, and cool co-workers.

22. Staff Content Designer at Shopify. A promotion to be proud of! Such a well-oiled content team there. (Miss y’all, still!)

23. Content Designer at Cash App. Easily the hippest colleagues ever.

24. [INSERT YOUR COMPANY HERE!]

[illusionaryish]

Heyo followers. If you know this blog then you know what I must do: I must create more guides for my favorite games. I don't make the rules, I just follow 'em. So, without further ado, here's a list of all of the Twilight Fragments in town so you can get yourself that sweet Eagle Eye trophy. Keep in mind that there are plenty of these lil frags within dungeons and on full moon fights, but those don't count for the trophy!

Gekkoukan School Locations: - 1F: Sword and Staff statue in main entrance - 1F: down the hall past Mitsuru, Painting Room doors - 2F: sink - Corridor: bench near persimmon tree - Gym Hallway: in front of lockers - School Entranceway: on the right near a light pole - Rooftop: nearest bench

Iwatodai Station Locations: - Strip Mall: 3F near Umiushi Beef Bowls - Station: near construction site

Port Island Station Locations: - Station: bench near fountain in front of theater - Outskirts: near trash

Shrine Locations: - back left in front of large sign - near playground underneath street light

Dorm Locations: - 4F: lobby near a lamp - Rooftop: behind garden planters

Paulownia Mall Locations: - Club Escapade: on wires near the stage - in front of the fountain (6/15?)

P.S. I found these across multiple days so some of them may be locked until a certain date. The only one that I noticed specifically (it was NOT there previous days) was the last one in Paulownia Mall.

Good luck and long live FeMC ❤

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2023/07/15 English

BGM: James - Sometimes

Time flies. It's about seven days since I started reading/writing poems. I'm autistic therefore I have really a troublesome personality that gets bored easily, but it seems that creating poetry might fit me. Today I wrote another poem. I named my poetry blog a title "冰箱", this means "a fridge" in Chinese. My mind/memory is like a fridge, therefore if you open its door, you can find that there are some stuff that has already been expired. I cook those stuff to make some leftovers, and that's my creation of poetry. Yes, it is really a readymade/easy-going one. Recently I have been creating sonnets because they were easy for me to write, but I want to write more. Free verse poems, or Proses, etc... Yes, it's really an instant idea. I couldn't expect that "this year I will start writing my poems (and maybe it will goes long)". Now is the later stage of my life, but could it be my life work? I can't see completely. I just want to enrich my fridge/archive.

Of course, if I did write/output only, it wouldn't last long. It would end soon... so I want to do inputting. Today I borrowed Shuntaro Tanikawa's poems from the library, and after today's work I started reading one of them with Sonny Rollins' jazz. I remember that once I also had an interest in poetry, and read Hisaki Matsuura and Natsuki Ikezawa. What am I doing? An "ordinary" or "normal" 48 years old person won't get into creating poetry like this. But this is my life, so what... It seems that my co-workers and bosses are getting to learn that I am an autistic person, so some of them started showing harm to me. There are some people who show unfriendly attitude and get out when I go to the locker room with them. Indeed, once I had got hurt when I was done that kind of behavior. But today, I thought that "They are just running away from me, that's all". Running away... that's because of their mind, and not my mind. I can't judge/control that so I just have to say "Do what you want/like". And I say that's the final answer. Therefore, I need to do the practice of not caring about that too seriously. How long it lasts... I can't see.

There are some good points of writing poetry (even though my poems are terrible). One of them might be the fact that we can do it "easily", and it won't cost so highly. We don't have to buy any expensive equipment as instruments or cameras. Just we need a pen and some papers. That's the first things we have to cost. We should face the world alone with poetry. "Don't fight it, Feel it". We just grip the outside objects/subjects, and through them we try to find what are coming/flooding from our minds. Writing poems seem like a kind of action like jogging or fishing. Facing myself, or digging our wells in ourselves. What kind of poems other poets are writing? I have to read various countries' poems as China, or other Asian countries... not only European and American poems. I also want to enjoy fresher, more vivid ones within any magazines of poems. I am already 48 as I said, and health check at my workplace says that I need to care my health more. I can't live a "forever young" or "evergreen" life. "The end is coming". That's the fact I have to face. What can I do from now? This life... I threw my 20s and 30s, my young days into a gutter but can I make a great firework from now? Although, It must be a great life even though I can't make anything.

Could I write my dream down actually? What do I want to do... I want to do soon to go to the library to try to find any Chinese poetry books. I want to go to the cafe place near by my group home, and try to show my poems to the staff (Indeed, they would criticize/diss me. I want to welcome them). Can I read my poor poetry by my voice? (do I have to enrich the stock more?). I want to show my reading in the real life/situation, or any podcast... My dream increases. Of course, you may say that "Face the real" and "Try not to dream so much". But I never disturb anyone's life with these dreams, and also want to work steadily. Just with keeping on my life strictly, I try to go to the different way from now little by little. It won't make money, but that's OK. People might criticize my poems terribly, but it's ok. Today, TBH I couldn't write this journal as easily as always because I had an idea that "I am always writing the same truth of mine" and "This won't attract readers". Yes, I have that kind of insight... But today I want to confess my dream/ambition boldly. It might not be able to come true, but I want to live with them, instead of not waiting for the death quietly.

A Poem About Emotion

"I think of the courage, does it exist? Cam I make it easily like a fist? I try to say my love. I write it in the bucket list But that courage goes away in the end into the mist"

Yes, that's your confession. Why can I laugh at? I just want to hug you, and also give you a pat People have a hurtful emotion that says you're fat You shouldn't care about that at all. Let them say like that

As Physics says, everything must have its reaction They can answer to you when you do your action Our minds can't be divided so clearly, they have fraction

You can do what you want, just follow the emotion That honest feeling does work like a magic portion Never mind any harm they give to you that diss your proportion

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