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The Role of Threshold Frequency in Photoelectric Emission Explained

The Existence of a Threshold Photoelectric emission is a fundamental quantum effect, responsible for turning light into the electrons that matter. Among its major features, startling enough, is the existence of a threshold frequency, which indicates the absence of a photoelectric emission process for a specified material. In this article, we will look at the threshold frequency, its importance,…

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do you guys think i should give up my phone for 3 months (till exams)

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bandwagon | esteban ocon social media au

pairing: esteban ocon x fem wife!reader

a certain haircut has people seeing what was already there, not to the amusement of a certain someone

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: a cosy weekend with my love

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user3: i always thought he was massively batting�� but turns out she was in for the long game

user4: she made an early investment

user5: see saw the bank account and then the face and thought, work can be done here

yourusername: are you ready to die?

user6: HUH????

yourusername: talk like that about my husband again and you’ll be hearing from my lawyer

yourusername: at my assault trial

user7: period.

estebanocon: nothing better in the world

yourusername: not even racing

estebanocon: not even racing

yourusername: omg he really is in love

estebanocon: i didn’t give you my last name for no reason

yourusername: right back at you handsome

user8: every time i remember that they both went double-barrelled a fairy GAINS their wings

user9: the way it doesn’t show on the timing tower but he insists that the media addresses him as such

estebanocon: i am incredibly proud of my wife, why wouldn’t i want to show off her name?

yourusername: SWOON

user10: okay … like now i get it

user11: no seriously he’s looking so good

user12: i guess that girlfriend/wife effect is real

yourusername: choke

estebanocon: cherie…

yourusername: you’re hot as fuck and i’m so annoyed that these cretins can talk on you like this

lancestroll: you might wanna let the haas PR team know that you’re stunting on hoes

yourusername: nothing some brownies won’t fix

estebanocon: i’m pretty sure they love her more than they love me

olliebearman: that’s my big sister for real

haasf1team: we’re prepared to look the other way… nothing to see here

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olliebearman: i guess a couples trip to france can make that country bearable

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user13: the haasbros are so dear to me

user14: este and y/n really are the big brother and sister ollie needed coming into the sport

user15: alicia always looks so uncomfortable in the paddock until y/n gets there, i love them all

user16: really the most underrated group in the paddock

yourusername: nice pun !!!

estebanocon: he’s trashing my country???

yourusername: baby he’s english, that’s like his god given right

estebanocon: you’re english ?

yourusername: but i love you

estebanocon: and the rest of france….

yourusername: fuck no - i love YOU

yourusername: i don’t have love to waste on the rest of them, it’s all reserved for you

estebanocon: awwwwwww thanks baby

pierregasly: ???

isackhadjar: ???

yourusername: wait isack, we love you don’t worry

isackhadjar: PHEW

pierregasly: and me???

yourusername: no comment.

user17: oh y/n really said brazil 24’ might have solved the tension for yall, but not for me

user18: so real of her

yourusername: woah one sec, i don’t hate pierre, this is just how our relationship is - the real villain here is and always will be alpine f1 team (i’ll avenge you jack)

charles_leclerc: am i being cheated on ???

yourusername: that sounds very incestuous

charles_leclerc: you know what i mean, give me back my child

yourusername: you can have him back, he lets us pay for everything

olliebearman: you’re the older ones :(

yourusername: you’re like 19 and a millionaire - what happened to looking out for your elders?

estebanocon: we gotta help him out while he still wants us

olliebearman: I’LL ALWAYS WANT YOU GUYS WTF

user19: esteban is looking… good?

yourusername: first of all, drop that question mark, he’s beautiful. second of all, delete that common and block him please

estebanocon: y/n???

yourusername: you’re mine and they can’t start thirsting now - you’ve always been fine

estebanocon

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estebanocon: points points points and points for ollie! grazie suzuka, see you again next year!

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user22: omg the last photo

user23: dare i say top three threesome on the grid

yourusername: before i block you on both mine and esteban’s account, let me tell you this: GET THE FUCK OUT AND KEEP MY HUSBAND AND LITTLE BROTHER’S NAMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH

user24: oh she is bare unprofessional

yourusername: i really don’t care, i accidentally became so important at work they won’t fire me and i know this lowkey turns este on

estebanocon: i will neither confirm nor deny

olliebearman: MY EYES

haasf1team: let’s gooooooooo esteban

estebanocon: thanks team! let’s keep building on this 💪

yourusername: woooooooooooooooooo !!! expect brownies in bahrain

haasf1team: perhaps the best news of the day

estebanocon: so my p5 means nothing?

haasf1team: of course!!!!! but y/n’s brownies are generational

estebanocon: yeah you do have a great point

user25: so is that why she gets away with being so rude to fans

haasf1team: y/n is the nicest person ever, so if she’s being ‘mean’ to you, it’s probably on you

user26: y/n got the streets so bad that the official haas team account out here defending her for telling fans to fuck off

user27: i can’t omg 😭

charles_leclerc: at least someone benefitted from my misfortune

estebanocon: thank you? idk what you really want me to say here… i’m sorry?

charles_leclerc: no i am genuinely happy for you

yourusername: are you fishing for some brownies?

charles_leclerc: no!

yourusername: you walked past haas hospitality three times loudly talking about brownies…

charles_leclerc: sue me, they are good enough that we can excuse you fighting people left, right and centre

yourusername: woah i am sorry i LOVE my husband

estebanocon: i love you too xxxx

charles_leclerc: can i have some brownies or not?

yourusername: fine.

user28: i love how her fighting fans is just a running joke in the paddock now

user29: i mean i get her, i can’t imagine having people openly thirsting over my husband

user30: i think it’s more how people are switching up now they find him attractive, a lot of these people would’ve been the same people to relentlessly hate on him before - i get her frustration

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f1: let’s talk about esteban’s season so far! after a worrying start at testing and in australia - esteban now sits ninth in the standings with 14 points after imola!

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user31: woah

user32: has he always been this hot?

user33: maybe if he looked like this when he was fucking with checo, i might have sided with him

yourusername: you’re disgusting.

user33: excuse me?

yourusername: not used to people calling you on your bullshit?

yourusername: esteban was subject to some of the worst hate ever during that time and if something as superficial as his hair would’ve stopped you sending hate, then there’s something seriously wrong with you.

user34: eat them up.

user35: haas has a new fan in me - he single?

yourusername: no.

user36: oh LOL - don’t look in his DMs

yourusername: we’ve been married for years, i promise you, whatever you think you can give him - he already has

user37: oh babe now he’s learned to do his hair and pose properly, you won’t be around for long

estebanocon: please refrain from talking to my wife like that.

user38: omg you guys are both in these comments? do you not have a life?

yourusername: god forbid a married couple want to defend each other

user39: although this is particularly jobless activities from y/n and esteban, i fully support them

user40: i could not imagine supporting my man through endless hate campaigns and then having to deal with everyone switching up once they found him attractive

user41: real 20/20 vision havers have KNOWN that este is a beautiful looking man

yourusername: real

user41: omg queen i love you

yourusername: thank you for being respectful when calling my husband beautiful

user41: yall looking for a third?

estebanocon: i don’t share

yourusername: very aware i turned this comment section into a war zone but for real LOOK at my man he is tearing up this season

estebanocon: thank you cherie!!!

yourusername: i’m so so so proud of you

yourusername: we love you haas

olliebearman: and ollie

yourusername: and ollie

estebanocon: and ollie

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yourusername: my man, my man, my man. don’t jump on the bandwagon. you can’t like him now you find him attractive. he’s always been sexy and most importantly, he’s always been the best person in the world and in no way deserving of the shit you people have been giving him for years. don’t worry your little heads though, he’s well taken care of.

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user45: she gagged yall

user46: as she should

user47: i gotta find me a partner this ride or die omg

user48: they are the blueprint for real

user49: the only f1 relationship to never get those PR allegations !!!

estebanocon: i love you to the moon and back, it’s the biggest honour in the world being your husband. i don’t know what i did to deserve a wife like you

yourusername: and how did i deserve you? fate brought us together and i don’t intend on letting you go any time soon

estebanocon: i meant forever when i said forever

yourusername: i love you mr ocon-y/ln

estebanocon: i love you too mrs ocon-y/ln

user50: oh my god …. i need them so bad

user51: idk which one i want more?

user52: which one? bOTH!

user53: i am actually foaming at the mouth for a chance

user54: i am no better than a man

olliebearman: love you guys !!!

olliebearman: can you fight the people in my comment sections as well?

olliebearman: they’re saying i’m cheating on alicia with kimi ???

estebanocon: you aren’t?

olliebearman: HUH

estebanocon: he’s in the haas garage more than y/n is at this point

yourusername: we jest!

yourusername: that girl is my little sister so you best not be cheating with the italian

kimiantonelli: y/n can you fight someone in this comment section? his name is oliver bearman and he’s BETRAYING OUR FRIENDSHIP BY MAKING ME OUT TO BE A HOMEWRECKER

yourusername: okay let’s make it clear, i only ‘fight’ people who are either hating on my husband or thirsting over him… i don’t care about your weird tension

estebanocon: you also don’t have to fight random people for me

yourusername: i don’t care, my sweet prince deserves to be defended

estebanocon: awwwwww i love you

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note: some love for my este bestie !!! and flavy tbf, i would also like to be a third... jokes !!! (not really)

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

[jadeshifting]

— A GUIDE TO CLASSES AT EVER AFTER HIGH.

MYTHOLOGY. taught by Mrs. Psyche

this class delves into the legendary tales and divine histories of various magical realms, exploring the origins, powers, and legacies of gods, mythical creatures, and legendary heroes. Mrs. Psyche, an expert in ancient lore and celestial wisdom, guides students through epic sagas, divine rivalries, and the cultural significance of myths across Ever After. expect interactive lessons, dramatic reenactments, and the occasional visit from an actual deity if you’re lucky—or very unlucky

HOMEWORK. expect essays on the morals and hidden meanings in classic myths, plus creative assignments like rewriting a legend with a modern twist PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show curiosity about myths from all cultures and always be respectful of love deities—Mrs. Psyche takes their stories very seriously AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up gods from different pantheons in your presentations—calling Zeus “a Norse deity” is a one-way ticket to an exasperated sigh

KINGDOM MANAGEMENT. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

future rulers, nobles, and aspiring leaders learn the ins and outs of running a kingdom, from diplomacy and lawmaking to organizing grand balls and handling royal scandals. the White Queen, known for her composed yet commanding leadership, teaches strategy, ethics, and governance through real-world scenarios, often incorporating Wonderlandian logic puzzles to test students’ problem-solving skills under pressure

HOMEWORK. drafting decrees, designing economic policies, and writing conflict resolution strategies fit for ruling a kingdom PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always address her formally, take notes in impeccable script, and never question the importance of royal protocol AVOID MISHAPS. never suggest solving political disputes with a sword—she insists that diplomacy, not duels, is the mark of a true ruler

ADVANCED ELFONOMICS. taught by the esteemed Fairy Queen

this elite course teaches students the intricate financial magic behind running a kingdom, from managing enchanted trade routes to understanding the unpredictable fluctuations of the golden bean stock market. the Fairy Queen, with her keen business acumen and ancient fae wisdom, ensures her students master the art of wealth accumulation, resource allocation, and the occasional negotiation with mischievous leprechauns

HOMEWORK. balancing enchanted budgets, predicting market trends in fairy-tale economies, and occasional field trips to enchanted banks filled with gold PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your calculations accurate and your economic theories sound—Fairy Godmother investments rely on precision, not guesswork AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accept enchanted gold from leprechauns or trickster fairies—it will vanish overnight, and your grade will disappear with it

GRIMMNASTICS. taught by Coach Gingerbreadman

a fast-paced, action-packed class that combines acrobatics, endurance, and skills fit for any fairytale hero or heroine. with Coach Gingerbreadman’s lightning-fast speed and high-energy training style, students practice enchanted obstacle courses, daring escapes, and storybook stunts that would make even the most daring adventurer sweat. the class focuses on developing strength, flexibility, coordination, and agility, blending magical elements with traditional gymnastics techniques

HOMEWORK. none! ( whew ) but in class, expect daily obstacle courses, tower-climbing drills, and team challenges that involve fleeing from imaginary witches PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep up, move fast, and don’t complain—Coach G is all about agility and endurance, and he does’t slow down. ever AVOID MISHAPS. never eat anything left unattended in the gym—there’s a 50/50 chance it’s either an energy-boosting enchanted snack or a curse-laced trick. you never know!

CHEMYTHSTRY. taught by Professor Rumplestiltskin

a mix of potions, alchemy, and enchanted chemistry, this course teaches students how to brew everything from love potions to transformation elixirs—if they can handle Professor Rumplestiltskin’s cryptic riddles and tricky assignments. with an emphasis on magical reactions and the delicate balance of ingredients, students must be precise, or they may find themselves accidentally cursed or turned into gold

HOMEWORK. brewing potions, analyzing alchemical reactions, and testing the properties of enchanted elements PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow instructions to the letter—Rumplestiltskin loves precision and has a zero-tolerance patience for careless spell-mixing AVOID MISHAPS. never, under any circumstances, agree to any kind of “trade” with the professor in exchange for an easier assignment. it’s not worth it, trust me

DAMSEL - IN - DISTRESSING CLASS. taught by Madam Maid Marian

a staple for traditional storybook heroines, this class teaches the fine art of swooning at the right moment, perfecting the helpless-yet-charming gaze, and calling for help in a voice that carries across enchanted forests. Madam Maid Marian ensures her students master the delicate balance between appearing vulnerable while subtly manipulating the situation to their advantage—because even the most distressed damsels know how to work a fairytale in their favor

HOMEWORK. practicing swooning, perfecting a well-timed gasp, and composing letters of woe to imaginary rescuers PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always act appropriately dramatic when learning proper distress techniques—anything less than peak theatrics is disappointing AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accidentally outshine the prince in a rescue simulation—nothing gets you on her bad side faster than saving yourself ( no matter how blitheringly useless your rescuer may be )

CREATIVE STORYTELLING. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

in this dynamic and expressive class, students learn how to craft compelling narratives, whether for written tales, theatrical performances, or enchanting oral traditions. Professor Jack B. Nimble, known for his quick wit and lively teaching style, encourages students to think outside the storybook and experiment with different genres, endings, and perspectives, ensuring their own tales are just as spellbinding as the ones that came before them

HOMEWORK. writing fairytales with unexpected endings, crafting riddles, and creating engaging oral stories to be performed in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be witty, be original, and never deliver a boring story—Professor Jack lives for quick thinking and clever twists ( students still whisper about the time he literally fell asleep in the middle of a student’s story ) AVOID MISHAPS. avoid clichés at all costs—it says in the syllabus that if he hears “once upon a time” too often, he might jump out the window in protest

ADVANCED VILLAINY. taught by Mr. Badwolf

for those embracing their darker destinies ( or just wanting to understand the mind of a villain—it’s an elective, too ) this class explores the art of scheming, deception, and tactical villainy. Mr. Badwolf, with his menacing charm and years of experience causing trouble, teaches students how to craft masterful monologues, execute dramatic entrances, and plan foolproof plots—complete with an emphasis on avoiding the classic pitfalls that lead to a villain’s downfall

HOMEWORK. devising foolproof villainous schemes and identifying weak points in heroic plans. bonus points for sabotaging another student’s assignment PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show ambition, strategy, and more than a little bit of wicked flair—Mr. Badwolf respects students who think like masterminds AVOID MISHAPS. don't act heroic in class—while he tolerates reform-minded students, he won’t hesitate to assign extra homework as punishment if he feels anyone's too generous or kindhearted

FASHION DESIGN. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

a dream-come-true class for aspiring designers, where students learn to craft magical ensembles, enchant fabrics, and create garments that are both stylish and spellbinding. with Mrs. Fairy Godmother’s expertise in transformation magic, students practice stitching together gowns that change color at midnight, boots that walk on air, and accessories infused with fairy dust. bonus points for those who can design an outfit fit for a royal ball and an epic quest. the class blends traditional design principles with a touch of enchantment, encouraging students to create outfits that reflect their unique personalities and tell their own fairy tales

HOMEWORK. creating mood boards, sketching outfits, and crafting magical garments with enchanted fabrics PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always keep your workspace neat and clean, and your designs fabulous—Mrs. Fairy Godmother has high standards for both AVOID MISHAPS. never leave unfinished projects unattended—one rogue swish of a wand, and your dress might sprout wings or turn into a pumpkin

BEAST TRAINING & CARE. taught by Professor Poppa Bear

from training fire-breathing dragons to taming mischievous talking mice, this class prepares students for handling all manner of enchanted creatures. with his warm but no-nonsense approach, Professor Poppa Bear teaches students how to communicate with beasts, provide proper magical care, and even ride or befriend some of Ever After’s most fearsome ( or snuggly ) creatures. the class emphasizes the importance of empathy, respect, and responsible stewardship when interacting with enchanted beings

HOMEWORK. taking notes on enchanted creature encounters you have outside of class, studying their habitats, and practicing magical grooming techniques. assignments are much easier for students who have their own mystic beast as a pet PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be patient, compassionate, and firm—Professor Poppa Bear believes good beast tamers must balance kindness with authority, and he won't hesitate to crack down on students he feels aren't being tolerant and kind with the creatures AVOID MISHAPS. always double-check what you're feeding the creatures—accidentally giving a griffin a fire-breathing potion will not end well

CROWNCULUS. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a blend of advanced mathematics and royal economics, this class teaches students how to manage kingdom finances, calculate treasure values, and strategize for economic prosperity. the White Queen ensures that students grasp complex numerical concepts while also understanding the practical application of numbers in ruling a kingdom, proving that math isn’t just about numbers—it’s about power and magic, too

HOMEWORK. solving royal tax equations, balancing enchanted budgets, and calculating castle construction costs PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always show your work neatly on your notes, respect the logic of numbers, and never bring chaos into her perfectly ordered classroom. loose fairy dust or torn paper is a one-way ticket to getting sent out to the hallway AVOID MISHAPS. never argue that "magic can just fix the math"—that’s a fast track to an exasperated glare and extra equations ( though she'll pretend you were chosen at random for them )

ADVANCED WOOING. taught by Dr. King Charming

whether it’s serenading a princess from a castle tower or sweeping a prince off his feet at a royal ball, this class covers the fine art of courtship. Dr. King Charming, an expert in chivalry and romance, teaches students how to compose love letters, master ballroom etiquette, and perfect the dramatic, wind-blown hair flip. special guest lectures from famed love interests ensure students are well-versed in only the most effective wooing techniques ever after

HOMEWORK. writing needlessly lengthy sonnets, practicing your dramatic entrance, and perfecting grand romantic gestures PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. exude confidence, use flowery language, and always demonstrate princely manners—Dr. Charming believes wooing is an art, and it helps if you act with decorum even outside of tests and assignments AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up your love letters—accidentally delivering the wrong one can lead to legendary levels of fairytale drama ( Dr. Charming won't admit how he knows, but he seems suspiciously adamant on it )

COOKING CLASS - IC. taught by Professor Momma Bear

a cozy yet rigorous class where students learn everything from baking enchanted pastries to brewing hearty, storybook-worthy stews. Professor Momma Bear, warm but strict, teaches students the magic of home-cooked meals and how to avoid common culinary disasters—like accidentally putting a sleeping spell in the soup ( more common than you’d think. shocking, i know. ) bonus points for anyone who can craft a meal fit for both a royal banquet and a humble woodland picnic

HOMEWORK. baking enchanted pastries, perfecting porridge temperatures, and learning potion-infused cooking in the communal kitchens—they're open late at night, which is when lots of students do their best work PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow the recipe to a T, respect the kitchen space, and always clean up after yourself—Professor Momma Bear runs a strict but cozy classroom, and surfaces need to be crumb-free for that to happen AVOID MISHAPS. never leave the oven unattended—one careless mistake and your muffins might gain sentience ( or explode )

DARK SORCERY. taught by Baba Yaga

for those required to ( or foolish enough to ) dabble in the shadows, this class explores the ancient and forbidden arts of dark magic. Baba Yaga, cryptic and terrifyingly wise, teaches students the ethics of wielding power, the risks of curses and hexes, and how to summon forces beyond mortal comprehension—strictly for academic purposes… of course. students who can keep up with her demanding lessons will most certainly find themselves walking the fine line between greatness and peril, just as intended

HOMEWORK. expect assignments on hexes, shadow magic, and extremely ethically questionable but highly effective spellcasting techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be respectful, but not a suck up... listen carefully, but don't hang onto her every word... and never waste her time—Baba Yaga is a fickle old witch who does not tolerate foolishness AVOID MISHAPS. don’t touch any of the professor’s personal artifacts—one single misstep, and you might find yourself cursed for a week ( or a lifetime )

WOODSHOP. taught by Mr. Geppetto

in this hands-on class, students learn the craftsmanship of enchanted carpentry, from crafting magical furniture to carving living marionettes ( though talking puppets are strictly optional. ) taught by the legendary woodcarver Geppetto, the course emphasizes precision, patience, and the importance of working with enchanted materials—because nobody wants a table that turns into a frog mid-banquet

HOMEWORK. crafting intricate wooden figures, repairing broken fairytale objects, and designing enchanted furniture to be presented to the class while Geppetto ooh-s and aah-s encouragingly and inspects it from every angle PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. pay attention to detail, measure at least twice before cutting, and never be careless with your tools ( wouldn't wanna lose a finger... or more ) AVOID MISHAPS. never bring anything to life by accident—Mr. Geppetto still has opinions about unexpected animated puppets, most of them aren't as perfect as his

DEBATE. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a battle of wits, logic, and eloquence, this class teaches students how to construct compelling arguments, navigate royal negotiations, and win verbal duels with precision. The White Queen is a master of both reason and Wonderlandian riddles, and she ensures her students can debate everything from kingdom policies to whether a dragon’s hoard should be considered taxable income. though, of course, you always have to shake your opponents hand before and after a debate—and sometimes halfway through, too ( “debate is nothing without decorum, dears” the teacher chirps. )

HOMEWORK. researching historical disputes, and crafting persuasive speeches and arguments to perform in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. speak clearly, argue with logic, and maintain perfect etiquette—she values reason and refinement above all else. a perfectly crafted argument could be given zero-sum marks if you use foul language while presenting it AVOID MISHAPS. don’t descend into nonsense logic—Mrs. Her Majesty and the subject of debate as a whole has no room for "because I said so" as a defense

GEOGRAFAIRY. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

a whirlwind tour that covers every enchanted land, hidden kingdom, and magical realm, this class ensures students can navigate their way through both real and mythical landscapes. Mr. Jack B. Nimble, quick on his feet and sharp in his knowledge, teaches students how to read enchanted maps, locate legendary landmarks, and survive the treacherous terrains of places like the Swamps of Sorrow or the shifting sands of the Ever After Desert

HOMEWORK. memorizing magical trade routes, mapping enchanted forests, and planning efficient royal journeys, especially for high-stakes travel like royal carriages or valuable trade stocks PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay sharp, think fast, and always be ready for pop quizzes—Professor Jack moves just as quickly as his name suggests AVOID MISHAPS. don't mistake one enchanted swamp for another—some have quicksand, others have talking alligators, and both will fail you the test

DRAGON SLAYING. taught by Dr. King Charming

an action-packed course for aspiring heroes and knights, this class covers everything from identifying dragon species to the safest techniques for confronting ( or befriending ) them. Dr. King Charming, ever the gallant warrior, teaches battle tactics, shieldwork, and the art of delivering a victorious speech while standing atop a defeated beast. students are encouraged to find creative, non-lethal ways to deal with dragons—because a slayed dragon often makes for a very angry dragon mother ( you don’t wanna deal with one of those )

HOMEWORK. designing battle strategies, practicing swordplay ( safely and with supervision ), and studying legendary dragon encounters PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be courageous ( he hates students who cower ) and cultivate a healthy respect for dragonkind—Dr. Charming does not tolerate arrogance or killing out of malice AVOID MISHAPS. never mistake a friendly dragon for a feral one—Dr. Charming is not amused by unnecessary heroics or violence without reason

RIDDLING. taught by Professor Sphinx

a brain-twisting class that challenges students to master the art of riddles, trick questions, and mind-bending wordplay. Professor Sphinx, with her cryptic wisdom and smug amusement, pushes students to think in loops, uncover hidden meanings, and craft riddles so clever that they impress even her. only those with quick wits and sharper tongues will excel. there’s a silent booth tucked into the back of class where students can take solace in five minute time-outs if they get a riddle-induced brain-ache

HOMEWORK. solving some of the most famous and ancient riddles from fairytale history, crafting the trickiest trick questions, and debating paradoxes ( there has to be some end ) ( spoiler alert: there isn't ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. think outside the box and embrace the art of wordplay, she appreciates students who attempt to match her riddlish intellect ( though they never fully can. ) never give an obvious answer—she doesn't tolerate laziness AVOID MISHAPS. don't answer a riddle too quickly—Professor Sphinx loves watching students squirm in confusion, she'll snap if you think one is "too easy"

POISON FRUIT THEORY. taught by Mr. Henchman

a darkly fascinating course that delves into the study of enchanted produce, venomous flora, and the alchemy of cursed concoctions. Mr. Henchman, an expert in apple-related treachery from first-hand witnessing, ( and doing most of the dirty work himself shhhh ) teaches students how to identify, craft, and counteract, certain poisons—purely for academic purposes… of course. only the most careful and exceedingly precise students avoid an accidental nap at some point

HOMEWORK. identifying toxic ingredients, testing non-lethal potions, and studying famous fairytale poisonings—students are absolutely not permitted to handle lethal poisons outside of class time, no matter how funny Mr. Henchman thinks it would be PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be cunning, precise, and always ask about antidotes—surprisingly enough Mr. Henchman values ambition and intelligence over blind villainy AVOID MISHAPS. this should go without saying, but don’t ever eat anything from the classroom—regardless of whether it’s an extra-credit challenge or a standard study subject, it’s all dangerous

HISTORY OF TALL TALES. taught by Professor Paul Bunyan

a larger-than-life class where students study the greatest exaggerations in folklore, from beanstalk-climbing farm boys to men who lasso tornadoes. Professor Paul Bunyan, with his booming voice and legendary stature, teaches the importance of hyperbole, embellishment, and how a good story can shape the world. except storytelling assignments where size does matter, and extra credit for every surreptitious golden object you can cram into your tale

HOMEWORK. exaggerating your own legendary feats into tall tales, researching folklore heroes, and reenacting famous larger-than-life moments PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show enthusiasm for exaggerated storytelling and never question the truth of a tall tale—Professor Bunyan appreciates a good yarn, says puzzling into it "takes away the fun" AVOID MISHAPS. don’t get caught underestimating the size of the stories—or of Professor Bunyan’s pet blue ox, Babe

DIPLOMACY 101. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

an essential course for future rulers, ambassadors, and anyone hoping to survive royal politics, this class covers the art of negotiation, conflict resolution, and fairy-tale-level etiquette. Mrs. Fairy Godmother, an expert in wish-granting diplomacy, ensures that students can turn any total pumpkin of a situation into a golden carriage of opportunity—preferably before midnight

HOMEWORK. drafting peace treaties, mediating minor disputes between friends or classmates, and practicing polite yet firm negotiation techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. mind your manners, choose your words wisely, and never raise your voice—Mrs. Fairy Godmother believes in charm over conflict, and that manners always win AVOID MISHAPS. try not to use magic to solve conflicts too quickly—diplomacy requires finesse and effort, not a bibbidi-bobbidi-bandaid

CASTLE DESIGN. taught by the Three Little Pigs

a structural and aesthetic architecture class that teaches students how to design the perfect castle, from grand ballrooms to impenetrable fortresses, and everything else a benevolent ruler ( or evil sorcerer ) could need from their abode. the Three Little Pigs, having learned their lesson more than once after their own architectural mishaps, are now experts at crafting with only the pinnacle of quality materials, and they guide students through the balance of beauty and functionality, ensuring that no tower is too tall and every drawbridge is both sturdy and stylish

HOMEWORK. drafting blueprints, constructing model castles, and ensuring defenses against huffing and puffing in your structures PLEASE THE PROFESSORS. always prioritize structural integrity in your projects—they still have very, very strong opinions about weak materials AVOID MISHAPS. never, ever suggest using straw or sticks unless you want a three-pig class-long lecture on the merits of proper fortification

BEWITCHING SONG. taught by Ms. Aquata of Atlantis

a mesmerizing music class where students learn the magic of vocal enchantment, from siren songs that lure sailors to sleep, all the way to battle hymns that rally armies. Ms. Aquata, hailing from the royal family of Atlantis with her haunting voice and knowledge of forbidden harmonies, trains students in the delicate balance of melody and power—reminding them that some songs come at a price

HOMEWORK. composing enchantments through song, practicing vocal spells, and analyzing the most famous fairytale musical enchantments ( of course, the teacher is partial to songs from the tale of the Little Mermaid, though she pretends she doesn't have favorites ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay in tune and on key, embrace the magical melodies, and never mock merfolk music—Ms. Aquata takes her siren songs very seriously, even if they sound like dolphin noises to the untrained ear AVOID MISHAPS. avoid singing the wrong notes—one slip, and you might accidentally charm your classmates into an impromptu dance number ( music magic can be... fickle )

ANGER MAGICMENT. taught by Mr. Badwolf

a course designed for students with fiery tempers and villainous bloodlines, this class focuses on channeling rage productively instead of, say, blowing houses down. Mr. Badwolf ( you know… the Big Bad Wolf ) with his own history of temper issues, teaches students techniques in deep breathing, mindfulness, and how to redirect fury into something slightly less destructive—like competitive sports instead of rampaging through villages

HOMEWORK. journaling your emotional responses on the day-to-day, practicing breathing exercises, and resolving conflict without growling PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your temper in check, use calming techniques, and don’t provoke classmates—Mr. Badwolf knows firsthand how bad anger issues can get, he has no tolerance for trying to set off others AVOID MISHAPS. never howl in frustration—it sets off an automatic... pack response from Mr. Badwolf, leaving him embarrassed and you in detention

EXPERIMENTAL FAIRY MATH. taught by Dr. Sandman

a mind-boggling fusion of numbers, magic, and dream logic, this class teaches students how to manipulate enchanted equations, calculate impossible probabilities, and solve numerical riddles that make reality bend. Dr. Sandman, a master of both dreamscapes and abstract concepts, guides students through numerical paradoxes and whimsical calculations that only make sense if you never think about them too hard

HOMEWORK. solving numerical paradoxes, creating reality-warping equations, and exploring mathematical dreamscapes—make sure you can get back to your dorm when you're done studying, though PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep an open mind, embrace dreamy logic, and don’t expect normal numbers—Dr. Sandman sees math through a magical lens, try to see things from his point of view AVOID MISHAPS. never fall asleep mid-equation—you might wake up inside a calculated alternate reality

[natalievoncatte]

Lena crouched down and carefully undid the buckle, pulling the watch from Lex’s limp wrist. His cold hand fell to the floor with a soft flopping sound and his eyes stared at nothing, unfocused and dull. Lena had once read that a dead man stared as if trying to solve a complex problem, but Lena did not see metaphor in her dead brother’s eyes. She saw only an absence that was a presence, a nothing that was somehow something.

Lex finally had his father’s eyes.

The gun was still heavy in her hand, her palm and wrist tingling from the force of recoil, ears still ringing from the blast. A single hole marked the center of her brother’s forehead; the meat of his genius was splattered across a bank of screens all playing surveillance footage of Kara performing inhuman feats.

(Two to the chest, one to the head, he had taught her, teaching her to repeat the mantra as he held her wrist to guide her aim as she took her very first shot)

The world was starting to come back, sweeping in. She couldn’t be here. She’d have to figure out what to do with the body and the evidence. She had to get out.

The interface on the watch was simple enough. The portal flashed open and she stepped through into her apartment. That could be convenient.

The watch crystal was dotted with her brother’s blood. She threw it and it skidded across the kitchen counter and it fell on the floor. She looked at the weapon in her hand. She would have powder burns.

Looking up, she spotted her reflection in the stainless steel of her fridge, blurred but real. There was red on her.

Lena never wore red.

There was more than she thought. She was covered in blood. In a panic, she ran for her bedroom and began shedding clothes on the tile floor of her bathrooms, wrapping the gun in a towel before throwing it on the bed. Stupid, stupid. That revolver was registered to her in Metropolis, and like all guns sold in-state, the police had a spent shell casing from it, fired and then stored for police records before it was sold.

Fuck.

Hot water blasted her skin. She let her hair fall down around her shoulders in wet locks like streaks of ink smeared across her pale skin.

(Why must you be so pale? You look like a dead fish.)

(That’s enough, mother. Leave Lena alone.)

She wasn’t sure when the tears started, or when she began to sob. She scrubbed at herself with a wash cloth and soap until her skin was raw and beet red. She was still sobbing when she stumbled out of the shower and threw on a robe, choking back tears as she sat on the edge of the bed.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, but who to call?

Not long ago she’d have called Kara, or perhaps her sister. She could have called Nia or Brainy but they had all fucking lied to her. Even James. James knew while he was… while they…

It was Kara. Kara has asked her boyfriend to spy on her, questioned her motives.

Kara… Kara had lied most of all.

She stared at the phone. There was Sam, but Sam was away from all this madness, busy with her work and her daughter. Lena would just be a burden to her.

She stared at her list of contacts- the only people she knew outside of her employees and associates were in Kara’s circle, except for Sam…

…and Jack.

Lena jabbed the call button and waited.

It rang, rang, rang again.

Finally, he answered.

“Lena?”

“Hello, Jack.”

“I must say I’m surprised- it’s rather late, and we haven’t spoken in a while. What’s on your mind?”

“I shot Lex in the face,” Lena said, shocked by her own hollow, distant voice.

The line was silent for too long a beat.

“Dear God, you’re serious.”

Lena choked out a sob.

“I had to, Jack. She was never going to be safe while he was alive. He almost killed her this time. He would never let her live if he knew how I feel.”

“Lena, darling, please, you’re not making sense. Look- I’m booking a flight out there now, but please, stay calm and try to tell me what happened.”

She didn’t know where to start, so she went back to the beginning, when she had learned how to trace Lex’s portals and followed him back to his lair.

She stopped herself before she gave it away.

“He showed me Supergirl’s real identity. He had proof.”

“I see.”

“I… she…”

“It doesn’t matter who she is. It hurt you, I know that. Listen to me, Lena- I’ve charted a flight and I’ll be there in six hours. Where is the gun?”

“I have it here.”

“Unload it, please. Let me know when you’ve finished.”

Lena flicked open the cylinder and dumped the shells into her hand, three spent and two unfired, then closed it again.

“Now, lock it up.”

Once it was in the safe she said, “done.”

“Now I want you to lie down. Stay in the apartment and wait there for me, I’ll be there presently.”

For once in her life, Lena did as she was told. Somehow, she fell asleep and didn’t wake until she heard the intercom buzzing.

Without thinking she pulled on sweats and a Midvale High Mathletes sweatshirt.

Kara’s.

When she opened the door she found a haggard Jack Spheer on the other side. He was a little older, beard salted with gray, but he was still him.

He swept into the apartment without a word, found the liquor cabinet, and poured drinks.

“Talk to me.”

Lena sat down and downed her two fingers of scotch in one motion. He poured her another.

“Kara Danvers is Supergirl.”

“The Kara Danvers? Your reporter friend? Your best friend?”

He took a drink.

“Your crush?” he added.

Lena stared at him. He met her gaze levelly.

“What you said on the phone before I left. That he would never let her live if he knew how you felt.”

Lena’s throat felt like sandpaper. She took another drink. It didn’t help.

“She’s not… I’m not… I don’t…” The words would not take shape. “She lied to me,” Lena finally choked out. “She did something I shouldn’t forgive and she used her double life to play both side against me. I don’t know what part of our relationship was real now.”

Jack studied his drink for a long time. He picked up the bottle and pretended to read the label.

“The last time we spoke she seemed quite taken with you. I assume that Lex knew all of this, or most of it.”

“He knew the broad strokes, I’m sure. I think he hoped that if he showed me, I’d join him.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No,” Lena said, in a tiny whisper. “I killed him.”

“Your brother is dead.”

“Yes.”

He poured more drinks, another round for both of them.

“Tell me about him.”

“You’ve heard all the stories.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Lena considered that for a moment, then began talking, rattling off whatever popped into her head. She started with the first time she ever met her brother when he and Lionel had come to Ireland to take custody of her, then began jumping around in time from the treehouse he tried to build to the time he told Lillian he’d kill her if she hurt Lena to his college graduation to when he declared to her that he was going to kill Superman, as if it were the most obvious thing to do.

Eventfully she ran out of stories, and they were running out of scotch. There was enough for one more glass each.

It was The Next Day by now, and mid-morning sun filled the penthouse.

“Are you ready to tell me about her?”

She was. Lena began with the first time they met- the mousy little wannabe reporter who followed Superman into her office as he posed as a reporter, how the Man of Steel himself seemed unimportant compared to Kara, how even then her heart fluttered and she felt a hot pressure low in her hips and Kara seemed to feel spending too.

She told Jack all about it- not just Kara but Supergirl too, about the plane and the office full of flowers and the lunches and brunches and movie nights and how this woman had burrowed into her life and made a home there and gave a home in return, about all the times she had saved Lena’s life.

Again the words ran out.

“Do you want my advice?”

“Yes,” said Lena.

“Talk to her. The woman cares for you deeply, that much is clear. Talk to her and see where you stand.”

“But,”

He raised a hand. “I’m telling you this because I think you’ll listen to me. You want my real advice?”

Lena swallowed. “Yes.”

“Your psychopath brother is gone. You own and run a Fortune 50 company. You’re on a dozen lists, 30 under 30, most influential women… you have virtually unlimited wealth and, if I dare say so, a woman who loves you.”

Lena sucked in a breath.

“Take the money, take the girl,” said Jack, “and live your life.”

She looked down at the empty glass, feeling the cold austere minimalism of her stark penthouse around her, and the tears began to flow anew. She wrapped her arms around herself and didn’t flinch when Jack took her in a bear hug.

“I want what’s best for you, and right now I think what’s best for you is ignoring that little voice in your head that’s telling you to blow up your life because you think you can’t be happy.”

“I knew,” Lena finally admitted. “I knew the whole time. I knew she was Supergirl and I knew I was in love with her.”

Lena wept softly on his shoulder for a time. He ended up staying the day and slept on her couch before leaving to return to Metropolis.

She was still wearing Kara’s sweater when she made the call.

“Lena? Are you alright? I was worried about you,” Kara said.

“Please come over,” Lena whispered. “I need to see you, Kara. You can come in through the balcony. The door is open.”

There was a too-long pause, and then the double impact of Supergirl’s boot heels on the concrete.

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: you kept your pornstar job a secret from your curious roommate, but when an abrupt incident comes up a few minutes before filming, there was only one way to solve it

Warnings/Notes: pornstar reader, g!p Minjeong, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talking

“Jeongie~ I’m off to work now. There’s chicken in the fridge if you’re hungry”

Your roommate pauses the penguin documentary she’s watching on the big screen to sit up on the couch and pout. “You’re working again? It’s like you don’t want to spend time with me”

“Of course I want to spend time with you, Jeongie! But it’s important for me to work otherwise we wouldn’t be living in this amazing apartment!” You reasoned with jazz hands as a bonus.

“Oh speaking of apartment. I have my share for this week’s rent. Did you want me to send it through your bank details or cash?” Your adorable roommate asked with her phone ready in her hand but you waved it off.

“I’ll cover your rent this week. Don’t pay me back I swear to God”

“Again?! Y/n this is the 3rd week you’ve covered for me and I don’t feel nice about it”

You shrugged. “I just got a good pay”

“Right. A good pay. What job is this Y/n”

Checking the time on your watch, you pouted cutely at your roommate. “I’m gonna be late. See you later, love you!”

Minjeong sighed and sat back into the couch, very much lost in thought. What kind of high paying job were you exactly working at to be covering rent so easily?

“The hell do you mean Yunjin cancelled?!” You yelled at the director who was panicking just as much as you.

“Look, all she told me was that it was a personal emergency. We’ve tried calling Kazuha and Minji but both girls are busy with other schedules so unless you know someone that can fill in last minute, we’re postponing this until next week”

Just as the director started to walk away, a bulb flashed over your head. “W-Wait director-nim, I know someone…Give me a couple seconds to call her okay?”

“Make it quick Y/n. I’m booked today”

Fishing out your phone, you pressed on Minjeong’s contact and she answered quicker than expected. “J-Jeongie?”

“Hey Y/n, you never usually call during your shifts. Is everything okay?”

“Jeongie I really~ need your help with something but I can’t tell you what it is until you come here”

There was a short silence from the other line. “Uh…Okay? What’s your address?”

“I’ll message it after the call. Look your best”

Minjeong stared at her phone with confusion when you hung up. Look her best? Minjeong has little to no sense of fashion other than the millions of oversized flannels and cargo pants sitting in her closet.

Thankfully already showered, she simply put on a black and grey flannel with baggy jeans before checking the address you sent and driving her way over.

Moments later she was walking into the huge building, finding you on a set that looked like a bedroom, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

“Y/n?” She questioned almost breathlessly once she realised you were only wearing a bathrobe.

“Jeongie! Thank you for coming. Now listen, I’ll cut this as short as I can because we don’t have much time, but I’m a pornstar, okay?”

“What?!”

“That’s why I’m loaded with money. The person that I was supposed to be filming with today cancelled on me and I couldn’t think of anyone else to replace her other than you”

Minjeong took a step back with wide eyes. “Nah uh, no way Y/n! What makes you think I’m good enough to film porn?!”

You quickly took her hands out of comfort. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot last second, but this is highly important to me Jeongie..” you pleaded and Minjeong couldn’t resist.

The taller girl stared into your eyes then the pout of your lips.

She let out a heavy sigh and squeezed your hands. “Fine. I’ll do it”

You squealed and jumped into a hug, peppering her face with kisses. “Thank you thank you thank you! You’re the best!”

“You owe me big time” Your roommate pointed a finger, making you giggle.

“Of course! Now head into that room with our staff. They’ll help you prepare”

In a blink of an eye, Minjeong was in her ‘costume’ (which was nothing but a black shirt and grey sweatpants) while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You wore a white camisole with no bra underneath and baby pink panties, standing in front of Minjeong with a big smile. “Hey you”

“I feel weird Y/n. I-I don’t know if I can do this anymore” She cutely mumbled, eyes darting across the room in fear.

Minjeong felt your small hands cup her face, forcing her to look at you. “Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you I promise”

“W-What’s the storyline anyways”

“None actually. Just a wholesome home sex video”

“Whenever you’re ready Y/n” the director called out, making you nod.

Your hands rubbed gently at Minjeong’s nape and slowly going down to her shoulders for a reassuring squeeze.

“You can do whatever you want to me” you whispered against your friend’s lips and then closing the gap to get a proper taste.

You were surprised to feel Minjeong kiss back eagerly like an expert, even sliding her tongue in as she grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit on her lap.

For a couple minutes you two were sucking each others faces.

And the next minute you were sucking her surprisingly huge cock. She had your hair fisted in a make shift ponytail, throwing her head back when her tip rubbed at the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/n, I should’ve known you were a whore”

Oh? That was new.

Your so called innocent Minjeongie dirty talking? Your cunt clenched around nothing.

Minjeong forced you off her dick to pin you down on the bed, lightly pecking the hickies she had left around your neck and collarbones. “You got me so down bad, Y/n-ie. I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop having you like this”

Whimpering beneath her, you held onto her shoulders tightly. “Have me anytime you want Minjeongie”

“Ain’t that sweet of ya” She smirked as her eyes were fixed onto your glossy ones, confusing you slightly.

Then you felt the pleasurable stretch in your pussy when Minjeong’s cock welcomed itself inside, arching your back in the process. “What the fuck, Jeongie, you’re so big a-ahh!”

“The biggest you’ve ever had, darl?” Your roommate tilted her head, trying not to let your tightness get the best of her.

“Mhm the biggest!”

“Good. Then I’ll make sure your pussy is only made to take me”

You littered Minjeong’s back with scratches that started to bleed out, clearly seen from the camera crew which they zoomed in on. The pain didn’t bother Minjeong, not when she had started pounding into you mercilessly.

She licked her lips at your boobs bouncing with each thrust. She just couldn’t resist sucking on them like a baby, addicted to how sexy they looked when wet with her spit.

“Your pussy is sucking me in so fucking good, baby” Minjeong panted in your ear.

Then she felt a sudden warmth spray all over her lower body.

You were squirting while moaning Minjeong’s name, even reaching down to ferociously rub at your clit to ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

“F-Fuck that’s so hot, Y/n” Minjeong hissed, not planning to stop her hips even after you came.

“W-Wait Jeongie—AH!” You tried to stop her but she couldn’t care less about how sensitive you were.

She laid you on your stomach, bringing your ass up and going back to destroying your pussy, feeling herself go deeper with the new position.

“Fuck! Fuck Minjeong-ah! You’re gonna break me!” You sobbed into the pillow that you were drowning with drool.

Minjeong laid over your back and drilled impossibly deeper. “Fucking take it whore. I own this pussy now”

Then you felt a sudden sting on your shoulder blade, realising Minjeong was biting down into your skin. Not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave a long lasting bruise.

“Y/n…hah Y/n, I’m gonna fucking cum…”

Your insides became hot from the cum she blew into your cunt and thankfully your roommate’s hips were coming to a stop.

“Shit…Fuck that was so good, Y/n. Thank you” Minjeong whispered in your ear, kissing it afterwards.

“CUT! This was probably the best one you’ve filmed Y/n! Great job!…Y/n?” The director called but was left with no answer.

Minjeong frowned and leaned further down to look at your face. “Y/n? He’s talking to you”

You were knocked out cold. Little snores and whimpers escaping your lips with Minjeong’s cock still inside your abused cunt. “Has this happened before?” Minjeong asked the staff, and they all shook their heads.

“No, never. You must’ve really fucked her good”

“O-Oh no, I’m sorry! W-What should I do?” Minjeong panicked and made sure she didn’t move so much as you slept below her.

“Wow, you’re very different to how you were on camera. I like it. Ever considered taking this as a full time job?”

Minjeong put a hand up, completely declining the offer. “Appreciate it, but I was only willing to do this for Y/n”

Director nodded and placed a finger on his chin. “Interesting. Hope Y/n brings you over more in the future. You two can rest there for a bit longer while we pack up”

The short hair girl nodded and pulled her cock out as slow and gently as she could to not wake you up. Then she laid you on her chest with the covers covering both bodies. “Can’t wait to do this with you again, Y/n” Minjeong smiled and kissed your head, letting the sleepiness take over her too.

[ultred]

the money mindset ? no, the spoiled “princess” mindset.

i love the topic of money so much because it’s always been an extremely easy thing for me to manifest and i’m here to remind you of how easy it is. you’ll be drowned in it once you fully tap into the mindset of a “spoiled” person.

now, i’m not talking about being spoiled as in ungrateful, condescending, and unappreciative. i’m talking about having the mindset of someone who is always spoiled by those around them. a spoiled person is always receiving things. they’re always given what they want and money seems to be around them everywhere they go. why is that ? because money isn’t something they get, it’s part of their identity and they don’t care how it comes to them.

this mindset can also be considered as receiving princess treatment. and trust me, having this mindset will make money flow to you in unlimited amount and in different forms, and you don’t even have to lift a finger.

reminders :

1. princesses don’t have to do anything to get spoiled. they just exist.

when you truly believe that having money is your birthright and that being spoiled is the norm, that’s exactly what you receive. walk around knowing that everywhere you go, people want to do things for you. they want to give you their money. they want to buy you things. they want to pay for your food. they want to pay for your rent. they want to take you anywhere you want.

2. stop putting money on a pedestal.

it’s literally just paper. diamonds on earth are really expensive yet apparently there are planets where it RAINS diamonds. nothing really is as valuable as you think. we assign meaning to everything. having all the money you want is literally a thought away from receiving it. just take it off the pedestal.

3. money comes in many forms.

one thing that helped me manifest anything money related is that i didn’t limit money to just receiving it in its “paper form.” i see money in everything. i see ABUNDANCE in everything. i don’t just focus on money itself. i focus on the idea of being spoiled, thus leading to money being manifested in different ways. i don’t just limit myself to receiving cash or money randomly showing up on my bank account. be open to receiving money in any way aka being spoiled through different ways. i don’t have money to buy food ? oh, whatever. someone will pay for my food. i don’t have money to pay for rent or the clothes i want ? oh, someone will pay for my rent or it will magically be solved because i am spoiled and don’t have to do anything. also, someone will buy me the clothes i want because i deserve to receive gifts and be spoiled exactly how i want.

4. spoil yourself first.

i know this might raise some questions like how tf am i supposed to do that ? this works for me so it might work for you as well. i always spoil myself in any way possible. through self-care routines, buying myself little things if i can, and overall doing things that make me in the state of being someone who is living a soft life ? i also keep affirming that i’m always spoiled and receive princess treatment from everyone. i don’t necessarily focus on money as something that is separate from me. i make it my identity and like i said, i’m fully open to receiving it in any way possible not just in a particular form. and since then, i’ve been manifesting not only cash, but also everything i could possibly want that requires money without having to pay at all, paying a little amount, etc.

affirmations :

i am drowned in money everywhere i go.

i receive princess treatment from absolutely everyone.

i am always spoiled by everyone around me.

everything comes to me effortlessly.

everything works out in my favor perfectly.

i am a spoiled princess. i receive everything i want.

i get paid to exist because life loves me that much.

i love how everywhere i go, people want to buy me stuff.

i love how everyone wants to make my life easier. i truly don’t have to do anything.

i love how money is always chasing me everywhere i go.

money is my birthright and being spoiled is a norm for me.

i love being spoiled and treated like royalty.

i am living a soft life. i don’t have to work hard for anything.

money comes to me easily. i can just sit and do nothing and it begs me to spend it on everything i want.

i have always been a spoiled person. i love how easy my lifestyle is.

i am abundance personified.

overall, you can manifest money in various ways and any way works. i believe that choosing this mindset just makes it flow to you so easily without even having to do anything and it truly feels so good. ✶ ૮₍৹˘ᵕ˘৹₎ა 𓈒

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[actualbird]

who do you think makes the most money amongst the NXX men. we have luke with three sources of income (NSB, antique shop & private detective gig), marius whose a literal CEO of the biggest corporation, vyn who has his own research centre + is a psychiatrist + nobility (not sure if that counts tbh given his complicated relationship with his haspran lineage) and artem whose a lawyer. i feel like marius makes the most, and then it’s kinda debatable between vyn and luke, but artem’s for sure last, and that’s wild because he makes BANK. he’s only in fourth place because someone has to be there 🧍‍♀️

anon, i need you to know this simple question sent me into a spiral. it had me googling things like "How much does James Bond make annually???? (adjusted to present day inflation)" and wondering things like "hold on, what currency do we use for this, because Stellis uses their currency of Stellins and the income will definitely depend as well on the strength Stellin as a currency and the cost of living within Stellis, but oh god we don't really have any good information on how much Stellin is in comparison to IRL currencies, but fuck, i do need to pick a currency to base this off of or else we're not getting ANYWHERE [PULLS AT MY FUCKING HAIR]---"

okay. all that said, this question sent me through so many tabs of googling, but after all that research and my own headcanons and views, here is my answer.

1ST PLACE = marius von hagen

obviously. he's the CEO of one of the most powerful and influential corporations in the country of Stellis. he makes like a gazillion bajillion fuckoff-illion Stellin annually, we dont even have to find a number for him because he's definitely at the top.

did you know canonically, marius never checks the price tag of any of the things he buys? yeah. i think that says enough

2ND PLACE = vyn richter

im not going to do any numbers or math for vyn either because i agree with you that vyn is at second place. vyn technically has the following sources of income

psychologist/psychiatrist

owner/co-founder of Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center

visiting professor at the School of Psychology of Stellis University

being Royalty (but this is...complicated)

being a visiting professor is basically negligible, income-wise. i come from a family of teachers so i know teachers, even at a university level, are paid horrendously. but his practice as a psychiatrist and the income he gets as the owner and co-founder of his research center must be Big Bucks

as for the being Royalty part.....i dont think thats Income, per se, but vyn definitely doesnt need to WORRY about money tbh. worst comes to worst, shitbag dad eirik haspran will throw svartish currency at vyn's face, which vyn will ABSOLUTELY HATE, but that doesnt get rid of the fact that it Is money that he's got access to.

in terms of attitudes and behaviors in regards to spending, his placement of 2nd place seems to align here: vyn lives with many fancy luxuries!! nowhere near as extravagant and out-of-this-world as marius, but it's There: the clear see-through grand piano in his pre-moving-in-together bedroom, the upper class hobbies and interests like wine tasting and horse riding, that kind of stuff. so i think he fits here in 2nd place.

INTERMISSION = i need to take you through my process, methodology, and struggle here (so you understand what i WENT THROUGH)

okay now it was artem and luke that tripped me up the most for this response. my gut instinct when you said artem was last place just made me go "that can't be right...."

i originally tried to solve this conundrum by doing actual math and conversion. my process was:

search the job's annual salary in China (because Stellis is based on Chinese cities in general. this would mean we would be working under Chinese living costs and the Chinese Yuan)

convert those values into Philippine Peso simply so that i can comprehend the numbers

compare who's higher!!

but then that made me realize a big issue with this process.....artem's job is easy, he's a Senior Attorney. but luke....what the FUCK is his actual job title for the NSB??????

in Main Story 05-01, he describes himself as part of the "Financial and Technological Crime Section" of the NSB, and he joins the NXX Investigation Team as a "special investigator" but like....WHATS HIS TITLE. WHATS HIS POSITION. WHATS HIS JOB DESCRIPTION AND WHAT ARE HIS RESPONSIBILITIES???

on NSB missions or during his NSB era, luke has been seen doing undercover work, hacking (idk a more formal term for this), combat training for new recruits, AND THE LIST GOES ON. essentially, searching for his "job" in the first place tripped me up

hence why i landed at this reddit page

it seemed like a lost fucking cause to use actual IRL sources for luke's job so i went into the realm of fictional secret agents, james bond being the most known and, well, luke pearce is basically james bond at this point, what with everything he's had to do already.

HOWEVER, i won't be using the exact numbers that the above reddit thread came up with, because those numbers are based on the living costs and culture of Europe. that fucked up all the numbers ONCE MORE

SO WHAT I INSTEAD DECIDED TO DO WAS extrapolate the answer based on Vibes and Living Conditions

"zak why did you tell us all of this if you were gonna disregard it anyway" because you all need to know how much i wENT THROUGH, FOR THIS ASK SKJFBDLSKFJSD.

3RD PLACE = artem wing

he may have a normal job but consider the fact that he bought a penthouse apartment straight out of college.

additionally, after consulting an Artem Knower, she mentioned and reminded me of the fact that Pax is Themis' client. so artem is getting them BIG PAX BUCKS.

his living conditions are sleek, elegant, and luxurious. not at the same level as vyn and marius, but it is very swanky. in his pre-moving-in-together apartment, he literally had his own private cinema room. his kitchen had two ovens. these are signs that he makes BANK.

4th PLACE = luke pearce

"but zak!! luke literally has THREE SOURCES OF INCOME!! AND ONE OF THOSE IS BEING A GOVERNMENT AGENT!!!" to that i say:

the income from Time's Antiquities is honestly negligible because 1) its main purpose, canonically, isn't actually to be an establishment but instead a front for his PI business. yes, he does do restorations and make sales, but that's not his priority. and 2) HE DOES SO MUCH SHIT FOR FREE. LUKE, THIS IS NO WAY TO RUN A BUSINESS!!! KBSLFBLDS

the income from his Pearce Private Investigations is also somewhat negligible because, again, HE ALSO DOES CASES FOR FREEEEEE or at the very least is very flexible about payment

as for being a government agent........the government does Not Pay Its Employees Well

"but unlike artem, who has an apartment, luke has an entire 3-floor building to himself!!" yes he does! but he did not buy that. it was canonically left to him by his deceased parents

with those matters out of the way, i wanna say that luke making the least among the boys (WHICH DOESNT MEAN HE MAKES LITTLE. he definitely still makes Money, just not as much as the other three) makes sense given his Vibes and Living Conditions

in terms of vibes, luke is a very simple boy. he tends for "low-brow" hobbies and indulgences and food. in terms of living conditions, his pre-moving-in-together living space, which was just one floor of his 3-floor building, was very simple as well, even cramped. his bed was on a palette on the FLOOR. LUKE, FOR GOD'S SAKE, SURELY YOU MAKE ENOUGH TO GET A PROPER BEDFRAME //SHAKES HIM

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conclusion = never make me do this again

i went through a crisis trying to answer this ask. people are allowed to have different opinions of course, but this is My View. i hope this response was at the very least entertaining. KBKSJFSDF

[keferon]

"It would be a tough contest in that moment to tell whose smile is brightest."

Swindle meets Blurr for the first time.

------------------------------

Swindle throws his coat over the back of a chair and waves at the bartender for a drink.  It's been a long day.  Too long for Swindle's taste.  These are the hard days. The days that throw into question all the money that mecha has brought flowing into Swindle's accounts.  Because these are the days where he actually has to work to ensure that money keeps flowing – to ensure that mecha doesn't crumble into darkened ruins.

Swindle sighs as his drink is placed in front of him.  Investors meetings and government supervisors.  What a fiasco. 

When the reports had first made their way up from engineering all the way to his desk (well Onslaught's desk, technically, and then Onslaught had brought it to his desk), he had hardly believed what he was reading.  A way to make a mech that could move at speeds beyond what had been speculated to be the upper limits of maneuverability. Mecha would be the first, the best.  Way ahead of any possible competition.  This mech would ensure that mecha was the name in every headline and the front of every government contract for this war.

It all seemed so clear, so simple that Swindle had had his doubts.  The science he didn't care about.  At the end of the day, the engineering reports were all just theories.  And Swindle had learned long ago never to bet on something that seemed too good to be true (though he would on occasion strongly encourage others to do just that; their loss, his gain).

But then engineering had actually produced a prototype of their mythical mech design.  And everything had become very real very fast.  Investors were swarming.  Governments were watching.  Things had been looking so good.  Until today.

Today had been the first series of prototype tests.  A disastrous series of prototype tests.  Because the one thing neither engineering nor Swindle had accounted for was that a mech was useless without a pilot. 

And the pilots in testing hadn't gotten anywhere near close to the prototype's full potential before losing control.  Every.  Single.  One of them. 

The investors hadn't been impressed.  Swindle might have still been able to salvage the situation, flash some reassuring smiles and talk them round that this was just an early design and there was still so much potential for the future.  But then the last pilot had crashed the mech so badly that fires had to be put out – literally – across the testing hangar.

The investors and the government contractors hadn't liked that in the slightest.  There had been talks of safety standards and getting external regulators involved.  Swindle had spent the rest of the day and into the night, putting out the metaphorical fires that burned on long after the remains of the crash had been hauled away and the pilot had been patched up.  Damage control. 

He had at least managed to forestall a final judgement on shutting down the experimental mech technology.  But, that didn't leave a lot of opportunity and came with its own set of challenges.  Namely challenges in the shape of Shockwave.  Shockwave, who had offered to solve all of Swindle's problems, make them disappear under the guise of scientific and medical advancements.  Shockwave, who believed the only way forward was to not just to push to the limits of humanity, but to surpass them.  That his science could do that and more.  Make humans into pilots that were faster, stronger, more durable.  Pilots that could be brought back from even the brink of death.  At what cost?  Swindle often wondered.  At what point, if Shockwave had his way, would he take the human out of humanity?

Swindle needs this opportunity, needs to overcome these challenges.  He might have been skeptical of the new mech feasibility at the start.  But today…today they had come close enough he could already see it – see the extra zeros piling onto the end of his bank account, see the way mecha would be transformed by that kind of spotlight and publicity.

He stares into the depths of the glass for a moment, then takes a long slow drink.  It's as he sets the glass down that the car pulls up outside the bar.  The stop itself is a spectacle – made with such speed and precision that Swindle notices half the bar turning to watch along with him.  The car itself is enough to make Swindle whistle under his breath.  And then the driver steps out, crosses the few steps of pavement, and enters the bar.

Swindle isn't sure he believes in a higher power.  And even if he did, he isn't sure what it is that he ever would have done in his life to earn this kind of miracle.  As for luck – Swindle doesn't count on luck.

But maybe that's what this is – a good turn of circumstance.  Because the man who just walked through the door is Blurr – the Blurr of F1 racing fame.  Easily the fastest F1 racer in history.  Possibly the greatest the sport has ever seen or ever will see. 

The man hasn't been seen around this part of town before – hasn't been seen much at all since his last racing crash outside of recorded promotions and scheduled interviews.  And now more than half the bar is staring as they recognize who's just walked through the door, some people starting to get up and move forwards – forming a small crowd that Blurr has to make his way through.

In spite of himself, he finds himself being drawn closer as he watches the gleaming smiles that Blurr throws around the bar – smiles that seem genuine enough to even reach the man's eyes.  Swindle watches Blurr sign autographs, pose for selfies, and shake hands – waiting for the moment when the man's patience grows thin, when the smile starts to slip and he starts to push his way faster through the crowd.  Only it never comes.

Swindle smiles as he brings his drink back to his lips.  His own patience is wearing thin by the time Blurr finally reaches the bar, though he keeps the smile stretched across his face.  Swindle watches how Blurr sits, how he orders his drink, his posture, his mannerisms -- sizing up the man and his movements.  He knows of Blurr, but he doesn't know Blurr.  And he will only get one chance at this.  That he's getting a chance at all, still leaves Swindle slightly in awe.  The potential number of zeros this could possibly add to his bank account combined with the experimental mech technology leaves him bordering starstruck.

Swindle makes his way casually down the bar – not too fast, not too slow.  This needs to look natural, genuine.  And it surprises Swindle to realize that what he's planning to offer Blurr is more genuine than it is fake – a deal they both might benefit from.

Blurr looks up at Swindle with a smile that nearly causes the words to stick in Swindle's throat before he can speak.  But Swindle is a professional.

"Blurr?" he asks.  "I'm Swindle."

"Yes," Blurr replies.  "And do you want an autograph or a photo or a handshake?"  From anyone else, Swindle thinks the question would come across with undercurrents of barely concealed irritation.  But Blurr somehow makes it sound like an exchange with an old friend.

"None of the above.  I want to offer you a job," Swindle says.  "May I sit?"

Blurr nods, still smiling, though his gaze drifts across the bar as Swindle takes a seat next to him.  That won't do, Swindle thinks.  He wants – needs -- Blurr's full attention, his interest.  He doesn't have it now.  The average individual probably wouldn't even realize.  But Swindle considers himself far from average in the art gauging people and gaining their confidence.  He can tell when someone is faking their way through, knows the signs -- because no one does it better than him.  Or so he had thought until he met Blurr.

"I run mecha," Swindle says.  His smile broadens as he watches Blurr's gaze sharpen.  Got him.

"And what would a company like mecha want to hire me for?" Blurr asks.  "I'm not an engineer.  I'm not a soldier."

"Well--" Swindle starts slowly.  Draw him in.  "I – we – have a problem.  A problem you might be able to help us with.  We've built a mech."  One of Blurr's eyebrows raises. 

No shit, Swindle thinks Blurr must be thinking.  "State-of-the-art, top-of-the line technology," Swindle adds.

"And there's a problem with that?" Blurr asks.

"Yes.  The mech is fast.  Faster than fast.  Faster than any of our pilots can handle.  And all the best technology in a mech is no good without a pilot."  Words that Swindle had thought to himself, and then had shouted at him repeatedly through the day's crisis meetings.  As though that fact hadn't already made itself glaringly obvious by the results of the mech tests.

"They're speculating at this point the mech is so fast that it's beyond the capabilities of any human to control."  He sets the bait, waits to see if Blurr takes it.  He doesn't wait long.

"You want me to pilot it."  Blurr says it as a statement, not a question.  "How much are you willing to pay?"

Swindle lights up a little inside.  Blurr is a man of like-minded priorities. 

"However much you want," he counters.  "Assuming you can actually drive the thing."  Swindle is confident that whatever Blurr asks for will be an inconsequential fraction of the profits mecha is about to rake in from this deal.

Blurr nods, seemingly satisfied.  "We'll work out the details at your offices, after I get a look at this supposedly undrivable mech.  If it's as fast as you say…."

There's something like longing in Blurr's gaze, Swindle thinks.

"If it's as fast as you say, you've got a deal.  Let me get my hands on that mech, give me what I ask for, and I won't just show you speed – I'll show you how to make it fly."  Blurr holds out his hand to Swindle, and Swindle shakes it.  It would be a tough contest in that moment to tell whose smile is brightest.

OOOOUUUHHH I LOVE IT

Also I can’t stop imagining Swindle and Blurr sitting there like

Swindle: Smiles shiny

Blurr: Smiles shinier

The entire bar: gets flashbanged

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[sunsetmade]

The Bliss Within a Promise

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: She wants to signify their commitment to eachother but is embarrassed.

The soft sound of the waves crashing on the shore fills my ears. The sun settling in the background creating an orange and pink hue in the sky, illuminating the Outer Banks.

I was sat on the worn couch on the balcony cuddled up against Rafe’s chest. My hand was fiddling with his ring while he laid peacefully, draping his head against the top of the couch.

I spun around his gold ring thinking quietly to myself. “Rafe?” I almost whispered, part of me hoped he was soundly asleep.

“Yes, baby?” Is all he manages to get out, it was clear he was dozing off. He slowly opens his eyes lifting his head to look down at me. I nervously messed with his fingers, “Have you ever heard of a Darry Ring?” He looks at me confused and pulls me closer to his chest, shaking his head. I sighed imeditally regretting my thoughts.

I hum and look back at his ring. Suddenly I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. What if he thought it was dumb and laughed as soon as I explained it. Or what if he didn’t understand the significance? But one thought consumed the rest.

What if he doesn’t feel the same way?

Noticing my sudden change in demeanor he speaks, “Well are you going to tell me what it is?” He says with his signature lazy smirk. But in reality he studies my face intensely as if he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle.

I shake my head putting on a small smile and looking up at him. I rest my chin on his stomach, “Just a pretty ring that’s all.” I wasn’t technically lying, I just spared myself and possibly him from the potentially embarrassing truth.

His eyes danced over her facial features, he didn’t believe her. There was more than she was letting on, but he didn’t push the conversation. He only pulled her in closer into him wrapping both arms around her figure, settling back into the calming sounds of the waves.

Though his mind was busy repeating the words ‘Darry Ring’.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Rafe sat on his couch staring at the gold ring on his screen. He didn’t understand. Why didn’t she tell him the importance of this ring. He knew from the look in her eyes that she wanted one.

There was no question about whether he was going to get her one. She is his world. She makes him laugh and forget about all the problems on the island. She comforted him when his dad had died, and all the times before that. No matter what, she was always there for him.

There was also no question that he loved her. Rafe Cameron would do anything for her.

He clicked on the purchase button and put in his information as well as his id. He had no hesitation buying it, he wouldn’t need it for anyone else.

He closed the computer hearing a subtle knock on the front door. His heart rate quickened knowing it was her who stood on the other side of the door.

Rafe opened the tall door and a smile made its way to his usually strict face. She stood there in a pale pink and yellow sundress her cheeks flushed from the heat outside. “Hey baby.” He smiles pulling her in by her waist hugging her. He breathes in her sweet addicting perfume making her laugh.

She escapes his grasp walking in front of him. Rafe groans and keeps a hand on her waist as he walks behind her to his room. She plops down on his couch facing the window behind it. “What have you been up to?” She asks watching the ocean. He sits next to her, his hand finding a place on her exposed thigh caressing it lightly back and forth.

“I’ve been getting stuff done.” She laughed at his answer. “That sounds totally normal.” He shrugs looking out to meet her gaze with a light smile.

The couple relaxed and rejoiced within the silence of each other’s company. The sun hit her face just right making her appear sunkissed. Which Rafe would argue that she always looked that way. Caught in the moment he spoke, “D’ you remember that ring you were talking about?” His heart sped up feeling nervous.

She connected her eyes to his and gave him a confused look, “Yeah, why?” Rafe smiled the moved a piece of hair out of her soft face. He sighed and shrugged. Her eyes widened with the realization, “Rafe did you buy one?” He looked down at her expression. Her eyes were full of hope and love.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I did.” She smiled bigger than he had ever seen and tackled him in a hug. She rambled out a bunch of words while wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms took their place behind her waist pulling her in tight. “I can’t believe you got one.” She breathed out after her excitement settled.

“Why wouldn’t I? I love you.” He said kissing her forehead. She squealed and said smugly, “Now you’re stuck with me forever!”

“Fine with me.”