#soljane

[badlydrawnmeulin]

where'd janesollux come from?

[foxlorre]

Ehehehe soljane weeding :3

[breadfacednerd]

I request soljane

[sayakxmi]

could you write somethin about soljane where sollux tries to introduce jane to a game and shes kinda bad at it but shes trying her best or some shit

Welp, I did my best!

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Let’s play that new fighting game, he said. It’s gonna be fun, he said.

Jane grits her teeth and fights the immense urge to throw away the controller. Dad didn’t raise no quitter, but dearest lord, she was beginning to seriously question things.

The asshole in question simply raises one eyebrow, and she knows his red-and-blue pupilless eyes are focused on her, rejoicing in her misery.

“Ready to give up?”

There’s a temptation here, for a moment. She could pout slightly, show him her teary eyes, and throw herself at Sollux, whining how it’s too hard, and she’s so sad, and give them both an excuse to cuddle, and him specifically to comfort her, like in one of these silly romcoms she’s watched so many of, but ironically, it’s that very idea that makes her even more determined to beat her boyfriend.

But god damn it, it *is* hard! Did Sollux put the settings on the hardest mode or did he hack it before she came here to make it so unreasonably difficult? Or maybe it’s something with the game? Her character only responds to half… 

the… 

commands.

Jane frowns. There’s no way.

She puts it to a small test, then, and looks at the screen with the sheer intensity she usually reserves for more delicate recipe steps, but after a few moments, when she assumes it’s safe to, she glances down and-

That motherfucker.

She’s not sure if she’s more annoyed by his attempt at pranking her or by his criminal lack of creativity.

Seriously, who does this guy think he’s dealing with?

But fine, you’re on, Mr. Captor. Non-creative prank for a non-creative prank.

Jane sighs, bowing her head and laying the controller next to the popcorn bowl.

“I think it’s enough for tonight,” she says. Exhaustion isn’t difficult to feign - she is pretty tired. “I’ll take a shower first, I hope you don’t mind!”

By his comically sad and wronged expression it’s clear this isn’t where he wanted things to go.

“It’s not even midnight,” he mutters, just like an insolent child in a similar situation would. “Come on, two more rounds?”

Jane rolls her eyes, already standing up.

“Two more, then maybe two more, then maybe another two, because the score is uneven, and suddenly it’s four in the morning!” She huffs, putting her hands on her hips, and her best ‘don’t argue with me’ expression on her face. “We’re meeting with others at ten, and we’re either going to oversleep or we’ll be dead tired when we show up! Don’t tell me it won’t end up like that! It always does! And no, we won’t be using psi to get anywhere faster! We almost hit a building the last time!”

Sollux frowns but doesn't argue… then smiles slyly.

“Alright, alright,” he says, standing up. 

There’s a quiet buzz and sparks dance around his horns, as well as the bowl that flies up to his shoulders, while the troll himself leans down a bit.

“Can I get a kiss for good behavior?”

Jane rolls her eyes once more, trying to fight off a smile. When he really wants to, Sollux can be quite cute.

It’s a quick kiss on the cheek. The asshole doesn’t deserve a bigger one.

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Fighting off a grin is a bit of a challenge, and she gives Sollux the credit here - basic or not, pranks are exhilarating.

The living room is cleaned when she enters it, save for the game that is still on, and she snorts, because of course he'd try to coax her into playing, even if she's said it's enough for the day.

Dating a gamer is hard, it's hard and nobody understands.

…

Still, maybe now that Sollux isn't here to mess with her controller…

Of course she wins easily. A single-player mode, sure, but a victory nonetheless, the character does exactly what she tells them to.

And right as she chooses to fight the next opponent, there's a blood-curdling shriek that, even though expected, makes her jump a little.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

There's a zap, loud like a serious short circuit, and Sollux Captor appears at the entrance of the room in all of his disheveled and wet glory.

He did put his clothes on, though. A shame.

The look on his face is a weird mix of anger, bewilderment and horror, which almost makes her regret what she's done.

"Who the fuck did you kill!?" He asks, then, surprisingly, "isn't it illegal here or something? Did you hide the body properly at least?"

Jane blinks at him, looking away from his now cyan-tinted hair to look him in the bicolored eyes, before it clicks.

Oh. Oh shit. Whoops.

Sollux's eyes widen, as he clearly has the complementary realization.

"Oh. Right," he says, now much calmer but with clear embarrassment, before clearing his throat. "Yeah, uh."

She knows he's looking away, and another realization paints itself on his face.

"It's for the controller thing, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

There's a moment of silence that seems to drag out for hours before it's broken by two simultaneous bursts of laughter.

"That was stupid."

"You started!"

"I did!" He grins, ruffling his hair.

"It'll wash off in a few days, don't worry." Jane smiles.

"Cool…" He brings one of the wet strands to his eyes and frowns. "Not the worst look, though."

She chuckles at that, then.

"Sollux?"

"Yeah?"

"You're dripping onto the floor."

"Fuck."

[ns-sprite-editz]

yup

[berligelin]

sure thing, anon

After all, the holidays are prime baking and/or nerd smooching season. Enjoy!

[apathygender]

i've been wanting to write something for these two for a while, and finally here it is. not great, but done.

GG: Hello!

GG: I was told you're the troll to see about especially pesky computer issues.

TA: ii wa2 told you have a human already 2uiited for that mundane 2hiit.

GG: Well alright, Mr Grumpybutt.

GG: She is very good, yes.

TA: 2o why are you talkiing two me?

GG: Maybe I just wanted to meet a troll!

TA: you have met troll2. you 2tabbed one, remember? lmao.

GG: Wow, rude. I wasn't myself then.

GG: Forget it. Messaging you was a mistake.

TA: hey waiit.

GG: What now?

TA: ju2t.

TA: come out2iide for a 2econd.

GG: What?

TA: plea2e.

GG: You're kind of crazy.

-- gutsyGumshoe [GG] ceased bothering twinArmageddons [TA] --

The click of the laptop closing echoes in the grossly empty bedroom. She huffs out a breath and hugs herself, glaring at the wall. She just wanted to meet someone new, someone she could get to know and who could get to know her without the urgency of having all these quests to complete. And that she hadn't hurt during the tiara mind control debacle...

Still, his request to come outside struck her. How would he have any idea where she is, and what makes him think they'd be in the same place on some off chance? She's just sitting in her room on her boring old half dead planet.

She can't help it. Standing, Jane goes to the window and looks out.

"Holy guacawhat now?"

There's a troll there, standing right on the small walkway to her house. A troll she's definitely never seen.

She chews her lip in deliberation. What are the chances it's the one she'd just messaged? Slim to none, right? Okay, so she'll still get to meet a new troll, one who... happened to have seen her home and got curious. No harm there. Maybe.

It takes just a minute or so to check the mirror and get to the door and take the deep breath she needs before opening up to say hello. When the door opens, though, she's greeted with blank eyes and four horns and such a sad look that she can't get a greeting out.

Luckily, he speaks first. "Hey. You came." There's a hint of relief in his voice. Oh... of course it's the same one. Idiot.

"I guess I couldn't help my curiosity." Her arms fold in hesitance. Something is familiar about this guy, but she can't quite place it. "Did you want to come in or something?"

A look passes over his face. Embarrassment? "No, that's alright." He has a little lisp. Kinda cute. "Unless you have any of those killer cinnamon buns."

She feels her cheeks burn a little at the sight of his smile. It looks like something special, like he isn't the kind to smile very often, like she was special because he smiled for her. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Come on in."

And he does. It's awkward at first, them sitting on the couch and eating cinnamon buns in silence. Then they slowly start to talk. He tells her why his eyes are like that, she tells him what's happening with her group of friends. Throughout a lot of it, he seems a bit subdued.

Finally, at an accidental brush of their hands on the sofa, she remembers.

"I..." she starts, but has to take a second to breathe. "I died." She looks at him and he's frowning. "Sollux, I died." He hadn't told her his name, and now she understands why. She had to remember.

Sollux opens his mouth to speak, but he just sighs and looks at the floor. It's a shaky sigh, distressed.

She remembers. Her first conversation with him, the one they had just reenacted almost perfectly online, was months ago. They became friends. And now she's dead, because of some stupid move that was deemed heroic in the fight against Lord English. It's just a wonder there's a dream bubble left to show up in.

She turns to him again, squeezing his hand. "I'm sorry."

The bitter laugh he responds with is surprising, and even more surprising is the smile he has when he looks up at her. "Whatever. I'm just glad you remember me."

"How could I not?" The grin she gives him is involuntary, her now blank eyes tearing up a little. "I love you, remember? Can't forget something like that."

It hurts. Being here, knowing she failed to help her friends, turning out useless in the big finale, not being able to kick those Cherub balls into the next universe.

But the weird toothy kiss sure does start to make up for it.