❝ — [ 𝕜𝕒𝕫𝕠𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 ]

yes it's dangerous, that's why it's fun. wolfgang, 18

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sam jr.:

sam was sat on one of the nearby walls, random slushie in hand and vest top on that read ‘bi-con’ as he lit his cigarette and people watched. “what exactly do we gotta do during pride? ‘cause this is almost too much socialising for me.”

“Have fun,” Wolfgang responded with a small shrug as he lifted his head to look at the older male. “It’s just like a big party.”

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“I really think- I’m starting to like all of these Earth holidays!” Wolfgang announced, a loud laugh accompanying his words as he paused to take a drink from his can of beer. “Like this one! The Fourth of July, is it?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he paused briefly for a response before once more beginning to speak. “It’s a holiday dedicated to drinking alcohol and setting off fireworks- two of my favorite things!” and with that, he proceeded to finish off his drink, tossing the can over his shoulder as he loudly proclaimed- “God Bless America or wherever the hell we are.”

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The young male allowed a sigh to escape from his lips as he turned his head to look at the male standing next to him- a nervous smile quickly appearing across his face as he reached out to grab Pascal’s hand. Wolfgang was nervous, maybe even a little bit worried that their relationship was moving too fast. They’d been on one wonderful date and while he couldn’t wait for the second, perhaps Pride wasn’t the ideal venue. He wasn’t ashamed to be seen with the other, rather he was worried that their relationship was moving too fast. Dating had been a whole new experience for Wolfgang, but being with Pascal was proving to be a wonderful experience and he knew there was no reason to be afraid. So allowing a smile to spread across his face he reached out to grab ahold of Pascal’s hand. “What should we do first?” @energiies

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sam.:

“i’m beginning to think my lack of sleep is a problem today ‘cause it turns out i’ve had a raccoon in my lab for about a day and a half. it’s been fed and apparently it’s pretty damn friendly but if it’s rabid or secretly some kinda weirdass evil villain…i am not taking responsibility for this.”

“You have a WHAT?” Wolfgang asked- his voice raising as he spun on his heel in order to come face to face with the older male. He could feel his blood starting to boil as he clenched his hands into fists- “You’re experimenting on him?” he continued his questioning as he took a step towards the other. “You need to let him go.” 

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"Can I help you?” Wolfgang asked, allowing a sigh to escape from his lips as he leaned further over the blueprint in front of him. He was busy, too busy to look up to see who had decided to interrupt him. The semester was technically over- graduation and had come and gone, and he’d decided that it was finally time to finish up some of his projects from the school year. Allowing another frustrated sigh to escape from his lips, he looked upwards his eyes landing on Gabby. Almost immediately his attitude changed from annoyed, to relaxed, perhaps even excited. “What brings you to my office?” he asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he leaned forward- resting his elbows on the blueprint. 

@honcybadgers

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“Bella!” the younger male called out as his eyes landed on the familiar head of red hair hurrying down the hallway. Allowing a laugh to escape from his lips- he jogged to catch up to her, coming to a stop as he finally reached her. “Hey- can we talk?” he asked before pausing to catch his breath. “Somewhere- uh, private,” he added, a sheepish grin appearing across his face as he cast a glance down the hallway. “It’s important.” @sugvrspice

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❝ We’re gonna get outta here. Wanna come? ❞ @orionlxfay

Wolfgang rolled his eyes as the other’s words reached his ears, a laugh escaping from his lips as he turned his head to look at the other male. “Who do you think I am?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he leaned forward- a devilish grin quickly spreading across his face. “Of course I want to come,” he answered with a small chuckle. Wolf was no stranger to sneaking out- and he’d likely never turn down an opportunity to do so. “Do you have a plan?” 

[cynicalroll]

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pascal.:

“thanks,” he breathes out, aware that he is thanking wolf once again. it doesn’t escape his notice that wolf is complimenting him, being nice to him, flirting with him—the aggressive approach has never bothered him, but this is the first time another male has been so straightforward with him. 

“i, uh,” he meets wolf’s eyes again, a small smile on his face. “y’wanna go get some pizza or somethin’?” he’s not sure if this will be taken as a come-on or not but he’s on board for whatever this impulsive decision might bring. if it’s a new friend, it’s fine with him. if it’s something more… then he’s fine with that, too. “or a burger, maybe? jus’ reckon we could talk more over some dinner.” his smile is wider now, a little more confident. “after the practice we’ve had, i reckon we deserve it.”

"No problem,” he breathed, allowing a small laugh to leave his lips as he ran his tongue across his lips. The longer their conversation wore on the more repetitive it seemed to grow- and he was desperate to break the cycle. But how? Pascal had given him the opening to make his mouth, but now he didn’t know how to continue, what he was supposed to do.

Biting down on his lip, he began to shift his weight back and forth between each of his legs as he racked his brain for an idea of what todo. And thankfully- he didn’t have to worry long, or at all really as Pascal once again came to the rescue.

Pizza. Together. Just the two of them. A date. “Why I would love to go on a date with you,” he responded with a laugh- he was fully aware that Pascal hadn’t used the word date, but that wasn’t going to stop him from saying it. “I think pizza would be great,” he nodded as he moved towards the other male, “Shall we go?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. It occurred to him that he should ask about logistics- but he didn’t care. 

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finch.:

“fucking idiot,” finch groans. he moves his hands as he speaks, translating his words to sign, “i know the language, wolfgang.” for his brother’s name he signs the phrase for baby wolf, something to amuse himself and annoy his brother if he ever finds out what it means. he’s aware of how harsh his brother’s words are so he gives the grating tone right back, saying, “shouldn’t come as a surprise that i’m smarter than you, but i’ll let it slide.”

“I’m not an idiot!” the younger of the two male’s loudly exclaimed as he instinctively punched his brother in the arm, his eyes narrowing as he folded his arms across his chest. “There’s no way it’s a real language.” To be fair, he wasn’t completely out of line- it wasn’t the first time his brother had tried to pull one over on him, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. “Really? Another lie? Come on man, tell the truth for once,” he responded with a roll of his eyes. 

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perseus.:

@wolfgang-apollo / closed starter !

❝ oh, my god, you’re so annoying, ❞ percy let out a childish whine as the ping pong ball flew in the wrong direction. he doesn’t know who suggested it in the first place, but he does know it was to settle a score. he was standing on the tips of his toes, not ready whatsoever to lose.  ❝ what are we even trying to win ? first place in who’s gayest competition ? ❞

Wolfgang bit his lip as he narrowed his eyes to stare at the other male, before allowing a laugh to escape from his lips. “That’s real rich, coming from you of all people,” he replied. He couldn’t stand Percy, and the other was well aware of it- but he wasn’t going to sink to the other’s level. He wasn’t pathetic after all. “We’d both know I’d win that,” he responded with a laugh as he looked at the other male, “I was thinking we’d play a friendly game of ping-pong,” he answered as he picked up a paddle and tossed it to the other male. 

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pascal.:

at the look, pascal gulps. it’s an involuntary reaction to being looked at so thoroughly, and wolf hasn’t even approached him yet. sure, pascal has been staring, and sure, he’s a little embarrassed about it but being looked at by another boy is—it’s new and more than a little exciting. 

he takes wolf’s compliment with a smile, glad to know his teammate sees the work pascal has been putting into their shared sport. “thanks, uh. thank ya” and then wolf moves, coming so much closer to pascal that he feels an anticipation building. he’s not sure what the anticipation is for but it’s present. 

“it’s—active, i reckon. bein’ active,” his words are getting all stumbled together and this only happens around girls he like likes. the thought is fleeting but it still instills a shock in him. girls he likes. as far as he knows, wolf does not identify as a girl, which means—pascal clears his throat, “yeah, i’ve been, uh. been doin’ sports most of my life. grew up around a few teams, learned that people work well together. so i–i’ve stuck with it, now. been a few years,” he licks his lips and turns his head once he realizes what he’s done, what the action might imply. “i, uh. yeah,” he finds himself finishing lamely, wanting to say more but still startled by the thought he’s had about liking. “yeah.”

The closer they got, the more Wolfgang’s nerves seemed to grow- yet he held his head high, smiled wide and tried his best to be confident. And as far as he was concerned, he was doing a good job, no- he was doing a great job. Perhaps he wasn’t as nervous as he’d originally thought- he certainly felt sure of what he was doing.

He’d noticed Pascal staring, and he’d also noticed how it made him feel- he’d liked the attention. Perhaps, he even loved it. And the fact that it was coming from Pascal? It made it all better. 

“No problem,” he responded with a small laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair, nodding his head as he listened to the other male. Truthfully he couldn’t care less about their conversation- but didn’t want their conversation to end. “I could tell,” he responded with a laugh as he looked over the other male, allowing his tongue to graze his lips as he lifted his head to meet the other’s eyes. “You’re a natural,” he continued, playfully nudging the other in the shoulder. 

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finch.:

@wolfgang-apollo​ | “You know what that means? I don’t either.” | accepting.

“it’s words, dumbass,” finch shakes his head, looks away from the person signing ASL at the counter of the shop they’re in. “y’know. sign. sign language.” he moves his own hands in a gesture which means ‘small brain,’ gesturing to wolf’s head as he does so. “you’ve never seen it? what a surprise, another thing i’m better than you at.”

“And why, should I believe you?” the younger of the two brother’s asked, allowing a small laugh to escape from his lips as he tore his gaze from the person to look at his brother. “You’re a semi-literate twenty year old from outer space,” he continued, allowing yet another laugh to make it past his lips. Perhaps he was being a tad harsh- but he just wasn’t in the mood for his older brother’s antics. 

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pascal.:

he’s been staring. of course he’s been staring. not even subtle staring at that— he finished putting on his own clothes a while ago now and has just been toying with his duffel, as if making an excuse to look. though, pascal has never been subtle about anything in his entire life, so why would he start now? 

“oh,” he manages, eyes widening then moving off as he realizes he’s been caught. he fiercely ignores the blush that threatens to burn him up from the inside. “sorry ‘bout that, i…” pascal shrugs, shakes his head. “thought you did a good job today.” 

looking up, he catches wolfgang slipping on his shirt, taking his time with the movement. it certainly does not help pascal’s staring. while he’s not sure about the why yet, isn’t ready to name the feeling, he just acknowledges that he likes looking, and—and he’s still looking at wolfgang’s body rather than in his eyes when he asks, “you always been into sports?” only then do his eyes flick up, still a little wide from the shock that he’s staring with wild abandon.

Taking the other’s delayed response as a no, he finished pulling the shirt over his head- allowing the fabric to roll down his torso as he nudged his locker door shut. Not wanting to rush the moment- if it could even be considered one, he turned towards the other male a lopsided smirk spreading across his face as he spent a few seconds looking over Pascal, his tongue running across his lips in the process. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded with a small chuckle as he turned his head to the side, taking a few seconds to double check that they were alone before turning his attention back to Pascal. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he spoke slowly, as he moved closer to the other male- stopping when there was just a few feet between them. 

"It depends on your definition of sports,” Wolfgang answered the question with yet another laugh, while he had always been an athletic child- the definition of sports was very broad. While he had grown up running from law enforcement officers- he figured most wouldn’t consider it to be a sport. “But yeah- I’ve always been a pretty active kid. What about you?”

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“You don’t have to stare,” Wolfgang spoke with a small laugh as he lifted his head to stare at the other male, a small smile working it’s way across his face. “You’re more than welcome to touch,” he continued, as he gestured towards his shirtless torso, allowing a small laugh to escape from his lips as he tore his gaze away. 

It wasn’t the first time that he’d caught Pascal staring at him,  but it was the first time he’d managed to gain the confidence to say something. And in his typical fashion, it involved flirting. An aggressive, over confident version of flirting that he’d grown used to.

Wolfgang took his time putting his shirt on, just in case the other male had decided to take him up on his offer, he didn’t want to add an unnecessary layer of clothing. 

@energiies

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freddie.:

“hmm?” he looked up. “this is the library so if you don’t mind could you be quiet please?” freddie just wanted to get some studying done but it seemed impossible with someone nattering on. “there are plenty of social spaces in the school. just not the library.” he turned a page. “im sorry that was to mean, i didn’t mean to sound like that.” and now he was questioning his whole existence.

As the boy’s words reached his ears, Wolfgang couldn’t help but let out a loud and very obnoxious laugh as he turned to face Freddie. Anyone he knew him, knew he was never quiet, it was practically impossible for him. In fact, maybe it was impossible. “Oh Freddie- you don’t need to apologize for being mean to me, I can take it,” he replied, as he leaned back in his seat. 

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