#I would need an extra brain and 24 more hours in a day. whos going to crowdfund me

[spindlewoed]

someone else definitely already talked about this at length but do you think there might be some connection between the Pale and Plasm. The Pale apparently came with humanity and is speculated (at least by dialectical materialists) that it might be a consequence of human thought, while Plasm is the infra-materialist belief that communist sentiment, if felt strongly enough, can manifest itself as this sort of invisible energy that can hold things together....what does it mean what does it all mean

[cherienymphe]

Teenage Dirtbag VI (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

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“I… I don’t know, Sarah,” you sighed, gaze resting on your wall as you held your phone up to your ear.

“What is there to think about? Rafe and my dad left this morning and won’t be back until tomorrow night…”

“I know.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem?” you heard her huff over the phone. “Rafe won’t know. You’ll be back in your house and waiting for him like the perfect girlfriend before he even has time to pull into the driveway.”

She said it so sweetly that you almost laughed, but all you could do was worry. Ward and Rafe needed to go to Charleston—they’d be staying the night—and for the first time in a while, you’d be without Rafe for at least a day. When he told you, all you’d been able to focus on was 24 hours without having to walk on egg shells or having to overthink every word. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that this was an opportunity for…more.

Rafe had been extra irritable as of late so doing anything that could bring on his wrath was so far from your mind…but then Sarah called you the moment they left…and all of a sudden the idea of going to The Cut of all places was being presented to you. You sat up, sliding your legs underneath you as you wracked your brain. You cursed Sarah in this moment.

…because you did kind of want to go.

When it came to Outer Banks, the farthest you’d ever gone outside of Figure 8 was the beach which technically didn’t count. It was a middle ground of sorts. No man’s land, and because your parents hardly discussed what went on on the other side of the island, you’d never had much desire or curiosity about it. Things were different, now, though.

…and it wasn’t just because of Sarah.

Blue eyes came to mind…and they didn’t belong to Rafe. If someone had told you months ago that your thoughts would be consumed by one JJ Maybank and the effect he was starting to have on you, you’d suggest they needed to be in a padded room. A year ago, you could barely recall his name. Months ago, he was that guy from The Cut that your boyfriend hated with a passion. Now…

Now, he was the guy who sometimes sought you out for painkillers after his dad put his hands on him. He was the guy who liked to tease you and tell you how much of an asshole your boyfriend was. He was the guy who wasn’t afraid of Rafe…and he was the only one outside of your family that had access to your parents’ pool house.

So far you didn’t think you’d seen him using it, and you supposed he didn’t have to take you up on the offer, but you did feel better knowing he had access to a place where he could safely sleep for a few days if need be. As much trouble as it could possibly bring, you definitely didn’t regret what you did. JJ was in trouble, and while he was in trouble like you were in trouble, it wasn’t exactly the same.

He didn’t have security and resources like you did. You’d never seen his house, but the way Sarah talked, you felt it safe to assume that he didn’t have a cozy space where he could just lock himself away to safely hide in. You both were in pretty crappy situations, but you felt you had a lot more to be grateful for than him, and the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to see him just to make sure he was okay.

So, your next words didn’t surprise you.

“I can’t take my car,” you told Sarah, thinking about the AirTag.

You heard Sarah’s hitch of breath, and you knew that she was both surprised and excited by your response.

“You’ve seen John B.’s van. He could fit like ten people in there if he really wanted to,” she laughed. “I’ll ride my bike to your house and then he’ll pick us both up from there.”

You were a little in disbelief that you agreed to this, and you were still in disbelief ten minutes later as you looked in the mirror adjusting your skirt. You felt overdressed, but the most casual thing you owned was an oversized t-shirt that actually belonged to Rafe, and you didn’t feel comfortable walking out of the house in that. You’d changed three times in the span of seven minutes, and you would wonder why you felt so flustered and nervous if you didn’t already know deep down.

When your mother let Sarah into the house, standing in front of the mirror was exactly where the blonde found you once you gave her the okay to come into your room.

“It’s really not that big of a deal. They’re my friends, not Congress,” she said to you as she sat on your bed.

“…but what if they don’t like me?”

Sarah playfully rolled her eyes before standing. You watched her walk around your room, taking in the odd detail here and there.

“They’ll like you just fine. They’re not nearly as judgmental as the usual crowd you hang out with,” she murmured, pointedly eyeing a picture of Rafe on your nightstand. “Kie and JJ are really the only ones you need to worry about. Kie just has a natural distrust of anyone who hangs around Rafe and Topper and Kelce, to be honest.”

You pressed your lips together, unable to find it in yourself to blame her for that.

“…and JJ just has a natural distrust of Kooks, period, but…” she looked at you. “Considering you apologized to him for what Rade did, I’m pretty sure he won’t be nearly as hard on you. Plus, you gave him drugs. I’m willing to bet he probably even kind of loves you, now.”

She laughed to herself, and you had to remind yourself that she didn’t know about all of the little run-ins you and JJ had since then. You decided to trust her advice, fingering your skirt just as she looked at her phone. You’d only just been able to relax when she told you John B. was outside, and telling yourself that you were really going through with this, you followed her downstairs.

You gave your mom a kiss on the cheek on the way out, only telling her you’d be with Sarah for a few hours. While your parents were a far cry from Rose or Topper’s parents, you didn’t know how she’d feel about you going to hang out on the other side of the island, and you felt like it was the worst time to find out. When you made it outside, your heart had only just settled some…and then the door to the van opened.

…and your heart dropped.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing JJ along for the ride.”

“He wanted to see where Y/N lived,” the brunette shrugged.

You barely paid attention to Sarah and John B.’s small back and forth, still thrown by the sight of the blond. You thought you would’ve had more time to prepare yourself to be in close proximity with him for hours on end. You weren’t ready for it to start so soon, and you swallowed as Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, signaling that you were the last one holding everyone up.

While Sarah and her boyfriend discussed something or another, JJ held his hand out to you.

Your lips parted at the sight, and your heart skipped a beat in your chest…but not because of JJ. He was certainly staring at you with that intensity you weren’t used to from anyone but Rafe, but unfortunately…it was Rafe that you were thinking about. Your boyfriend wasn’t even on the island, and all you could think about was what would happen if he saw you take JJ’s hand, right now. It had you frowning and then frowning some more when you thought about what he would do if he found out you went to The Cut.

For a moment, you wondered what the hell you were thinking, and you had a feeling that it was written all over your face too. You were suddenly paralyzed by fear and doubt, and you opened your mouth, a thousand apologies on your mind for wasting their time. It was just on the tip of your tongue, and you were even about to take a step back…when JJ’s hand circled around your wrist.

Your wide eyes met his, and with a subtle shake of his head, he halfway leaned out of the van to take your other hand too. In a daze, you allowed him to pull you inside, carefully stepping up when he told you to watch your feet. His hand was still on yours when he closed the door, and you sat beside him just as John B. pulled out of the driveway.

You couldn’t tell if that had all happened so fast or if Sarah and John B. were just that caught up in their conversation.

You blinked, looking around the inside of the van and taking in every sticker and imperfection and every homemade effort to make the van comfortable. You looked at each of your sides with a frown, and you heard JJ snort from beside you. When you looked up, you weren’t surprised to find his gaze resting on you.

“There aren’t any seatbelts…so if things get rough, I guess you’ll just have to hold onto me,” he told you with a small grin.

Sarah heard that.

“Don’t be disgusting, JJ. She’s dating Rafe, and you know he’d run you down in a heartbeat for talking to her like that,” she threw over her shoulder.

“It’s fine, Sarah. I know he’s just joking,” you nervously chuckled, hating the mention of Rafe.

“Yeah, Sarah, it’s fine,” JJ seconded, and you chose not to focus on how he didn’t confirm that he was joking.

You gave him a look when he shot you another grin, and you tried not to focus on how awkward you felt. You couldn’t quite place how you felt about JJ, and that’s what made this whole thing even more nerve-wracking. Sarah’s friends were Sarah’s friends…but JJ didn’t exactly easily fit into that simple categorization anymore. He wasn’t your friend…he couldn’t be your friend…and yet weirdly enough, he kind of felt like it.

“So, Rafe won’t be back until tomorrow night, huh.”

You glanced at him, and accepting that you simply couldn’t ignore him like you usually liked to do, you sighed. You were in his best friend’s van on the way to his side of the island. Avoiding conversation with him under these circumstances would really make you seem like another stuck up Kook…and you liked to think that you weren’t.

“Yeah,” you told him. “He and Ward are in Charleston, and it just makes sense to stay the night.”

JJ seemed to be thinking that over, a slight frown on his face.

“So…what…? You were just going to wait around at home until he gets back?”

You didn’t like JJ’s tone, and you rolled your eyes.

“I do have a life, you know.”

JJ fixed you with a look as if urging you to go on.

“I have…online classes and things to do around the house…”

You trailed off when JJ snorted, and it didn’t sound humorous.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “What’s the point in going through the fuss of dating when you’re already his perfect little housewife?”

You felt yourself bristle at the blonde’s words, and by the slow smirk on his lips, you knew that he could tell how they affected you.

“I’m just saying. The way you act with him, you’d think that you’d have a ring on your finger and a baby on the way.”

You bit your tongue at that, unsure of how to even respond because he wasn’t completely wrong. All this talk about Rafe only made that uneasiness return, and you swallowed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” you murmured.

You felt JJ’s eyes on you as your gaze found your lap. Sarah and John B. were still talking up front, and after some time, you heard JJ sigh. When he touched your hand, you reluctantly looked at him, and he at least had the sense to look apologetic.

“Hey,” he quietly said, voice lowered and gentle. “I’m just teasing.”

You tilted your head at him, privy to just what he thought of Rafe, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Mostly,” he slowly said. “I do think Rafe’s a controlling asshole, but…it’s not my place.”

He held your gaze, and you eventually nodded at him, letting him know you appreciated the unspoken apology. You turned to stare ahead, trying to ignore JJ’s close proximity and the way it made you all too aware of every feeling in your body.

You were reluctant to take a drink, knowing exactly how Sarah would react, and she didn’t disappoint.

“That’s…disgusting,” she spat, looking like she was moments away from being sick.

“Well, what am I supposed to do Sarah? Lie?”

The rest of her friends found the situation funny while the blonde was far from amused. A game of Never Have I Ever turned from something lighthearted and silly to something a little more…personal. With a few drinks already in you, it hadn’t occurred to you to just lie when Cleo said the words ‘never have I ever done anal’. Now, Sarah was looking at you like you’d just told her Ward liked to be handcuffed to the bed and slapped.

“I feel like that really shouldn’t surprise you, Sarah,” Kie commented.

“No, it doesn’t surprise me, I guess, but it’s not something I enjoy having confirmed,” she sighed. “Okay, considering Y/N is literally dating my brother, how about we forbid any more sex related topics.”

She was only met with more chuckles.

“I’m serious. For my sanity…”

“How about game over? I feel like going for a swim, anyway.”

JJ’s voice and tone startled you, and you only realized why when you looked at him. His expression was unreadable, but it was only then did you remember that when your gaze passed over him a moment ago, like Sarah, he too hadn’t been laughing. In fact, he’d been pretty quiet, and the sudden reminder of his presence caught you off guard.

“Yeah, I do want another beer,” John B. agreed, pushing himself to his feet.

Sarah and Kie followed him while Pope moved closer to Cleo, the dark-skinned boy saying something to her that made her snort.

“You know I have to ask, right?” he suddenly said to you, and you laughed to yourself, having a feeling where this was going. “What do you possibly see in Rafe?”

You could tell that Pope wasn’t trying to be an ass about it or nosy—he was merely genuinely curious. And thrown. Cleo shook her head at her boyfriend, bumping his shoulder with hers.

“The heart wants what it wants…”

Your attention was pulled away from them by the sight of JJ hurriedly getting to his feet. You eyed him, still thrown by his change in attitude, but you forced yourself to look away when he reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. You reluctantly gave Pope your focus again when he spoke.

“I mean, everybody knows that you and Rafe are together. You guys are probably going to get married, and sure it’s one thing to hear about Rafe’s girlfriend and see her in passing, but now I actually have you before me and I can ask you for myself… What do you see in that guy?”

Cleo laughed, and you forced yourself to join her. You shook your head, knowing that you could never tell Pope the truth in a million years.

“Cleo’s right,” you relented with a shrug. “The heart wants what it wants.”

Your answer was followed by a splash, and you glanced over, noting that you couldn’t really make out JJ in the dark. Pope’s soft noise of disapproval reached your ears, and you felt your face fall a little as you stared out into the water. Glancing at the couple before you—and seeing that they were wrapped up in a conversation—you stood and slowly made your way to where JJ was.

On the dock, you could make him out much better, and you eyed him as he slowly waded through the water.

“Isn’t it a little cool to be in the water?” you wondered after a few moments of neither of you saying a thing.

JJ chuckled, and in the dark, his teeth looked predatory.

“Only one way to find out for yourself.”

“Ha ha.”

He moved closer, and you watched him place his hands on the wood of the dock…just in front of your feet.

“Do I seem like I’m joking?” he wondered.

You rolled your eyes.

“For one thing, it’s a little too cold for me,” you told him. “…and also I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Like a bra and underwear are really that different,” he commented.

“They are to me,” you argued.

The blond didn’t reply right away, and eventually a humorless chuckle reached your ears.

“I bet they are,” he dryly said. “Let me guess… One, Rafe wouldn’t mind you wearing out in public and the other he’d literally lose his shit over.”

You pressed your lips together.

“Am I right?” he wondered, reaching over to touch your leg.

You jumped at the cold wet feel, and JJ laughed to himself.

“It’s too cold for you to be in there. You should get out,” you advised.

“You sound worried…”

You were, and you pressed your lips together, wondering why that seemed so crazy to him.

“Besides, I don’t exactly enjoy hearing about your sex life with Rafe Cameron,” JJ drawled. “So, if that’s what I have to look forward to if I get out…I’m good.”

You blinked at that, and something in his tone told you he wasn’t opposed to it for the same reasons Sarah was.

“It was just a game, JJ…and he’s my boyfriend,” you whispered.

It was then that the blond finally decided to listen to you, pulling himself up onto the dock. His hair was weighed down with water, droplets dripping over his face and body as his gaze met yours. You didn’t understand how he wasn’t shaking—you’d long regretted putting on a skirt—and you straightened once it registered how close he was.

It took a lot of effort to keep your eyes on his face, and his own gaze briefly lowered when you crossed your arms over your chest. You could briefly hear his friends talking around what sounded like a small fire, now, but your attention was solely on JJ. His eyes flitted over your face, and you hated the way they lingered on your lips—mostly how it made you feel.

“Yeah, and we both know how I feel about that little fact.”

His words were quiet, just loud enough for you to hear, and you shuddered when his arm grazed yours as he brushed by you. You blinked a few times, forcing yourself to take a deep breath before turning and reluctantly following him. As you rejoined the others, you couldn’t stop glancing at JJ as he made his way inside, and knowing that you had no real reason to, you had a pressing desire to join him instead.

“I called you last night.”

You blinked, staring out into the yard at Sarah and her friends.

“I know. That’s why I called you back. I knocked out pretty early yesterday,” you told Rafe.

It was a lie.

John B. didn’t bring you and Sarah back to Figure 8 until after midnight. You’d made the decision to leave your phone at home. The only other option was to simply stop sharing your location with your boyfriend, and if you did that…he’d know something was up. It was better for him to think you were at home and just away from your phone in some way.

It was risky…so risky…but it was the most fun you’d had in almost two years.

Sarah’s friends were nice—mostly. Kiara was really the only one who hadn’t warmed up to you much, and considering Sarah’s explanation for why that may be, you didn’t fault her for it. She had every right to be wary of you, and truthfully, in her shoes, you might’ve done the same. Aside from that, you felt welcome…included…and most of all like your own person.

It felt good to be around people where you didn’t have to tip toe around anyone and be overly cautious of what you said or did. For the first time in so long, you could just be, and the thought had you blinking back tears. You didn’t know when you’d get to feel that again, and the train of thought almost had you missing Rafe’s response.

“You get too wrapped up in homework. Always falling asleep on your computer,” he chuckled, and you forced one in response. “I see you’re at my house.”

You pulled your eyes away from the window…only to be startled by the sight of JJ leaning against the wall.

“Yeah,” you told him after gathering your thoughts. “You know I just relax better in your bed, sometimes.”

Rafe hummed, and you eyed JJ again, frowning at the blond. He didn’t react, merely raking his eyes over you.

“We’re going to be leaving in a few hours. Is that where you’ll be waiting for me when I get back?” his tone of voice wasn’t subtle, and you felt your face fall. “I missed you last night.”

You took a deep breath.

“Of course,” you evenly told him. “I missed you too.”

Your phone call with Rafe only lasted a few more minutes, and when you finally hung up, JJ was still hanging around.

“You’re a lot quieter than you look, you know that?”

You moved past him, making your way towards the back door. You didn’t exactly expect JJ to follow you—fully expecting him to go out the front and rejoin his friends—but for some reason you weren’t all that surprised by it either.

“Why are you with him?”

That was the question that met your ears the moment you stepped outside. Scrunching your nose, you turned to face JJ, giving him a questioning look.

“Haven’t we been down this road before?”

“Yeah, but that was before…”

There was nothing humorous about JJ’s tone, and your own smile fell once you took in the evenness of his expression. There was a slight frown between his brows as he stared at you, and you felt a frown of your own taking over as confusion filled you. JJ was entirely serious—a first—as he gazed at you, and something on your chest sank.

“I don’t…”

“That was before when I thought…” he trailed off, throwing his arms up. “When I thought you were just another spoiled Kook princess.”

You briefly glanced away, shifting on your feet.

“I mean, sure. You come from a nice family, and you’re polite, but you’re dating Rafe, so I thought…how nice can she really be?”

You didn’t know how to feel about that, and JJ kept going before you had time to linger on it.

“You see those girls who’s dating some asshole that doesn’t deserve her, and sure, he doesn’t, but then you realize they’re more alike than you thought, and she actually isn’t too much better than him, and you know what, maybe they’re more suited than you assumed,” he scoffed. “Maybe her willingness to overlook what he’s like isn’t because she wants to see the good in him but because she can actually relate in some ways.”

Your face hadn’t evened out once since he started talking, and you eyed JJ when he stepped closer. There was a look in his blue gaze that you couldn’t place, and when he studied your face, you felt very…exposed.

“That was when I thought you were that girl…”

You swallowed.

“…but you’re nice,” JJ whispered, and for some reason, you really hated the way he was looking at you. “Actually nice.”

Your lips parted, and you fought to find something to say.

“Sarah’s always said it, you know, but…”

JJ’s words died in the air as he glanced away, and you watched his face harden, jaw ticking as he seemed to be deep in thought.

“All I could think last night was…” his eyes met yours again. “Why is a girl like that with Rafe Cameron?”

You took a deep breath, it was shaky, and you reached up to rub your forehead.

“JJ-.”

“What do you see in him?” he wondered, closer now. “Why are you with him?”

You shook your head, fighting to come up with the words.

“You…you don’t know him like I do,” was your response.

It wasn’t a lie.

“I don’t know him like you do?” JJ incredulously wondered, his face so close to yours. “My face and his fist are actually best friends, if you didn’t know.”

“I love him.”

You stared into JJ’s eyes as you said this, and the longer he stared into yours, the deeper his frown became. JJ blinked at you, once then twice, and you watched him rear back slightly. A few blond strands hung into his face as he eyed you…from head to toe and back, and he scoffed.

“You’re lying,” he whispered.

He continued just as you opened your mouth.

“You’re a good liar,” he said, just…watching you. “…but you’re not the best. You’re lying.”

Wanting this conversation to end, you looked away.

“Believe what you want, but why I’m with Rafe doesn’t concern you. It’s literally not your business.”

When you tried to go back inside, JJ blocked your path, and you looked at him like he’d lost his mind. It didn’t have the desired effect though, JJ staring you down with one raised eyebrow.

“Maybe I want to make it my business,” he bit out.

“Why? Because I was kind to you? Because I offered you a place-?”

“…because your boyfriend’s a dick.”

You stumbled back when he moved closer, the blond invading your personal space.

“…and I don’t think you want to be with him,” he murmured.

JJ’s boldness threw you off, and you frantically blinked, shaking your head at him.

“You don’t know what I want,” you whispered.

You only just realized how close JJ was, his nose brushing yours when he only leaned in a tad more. The realization had your breath hitching, and as JJ’s chest grazed yours, you felt like there was a roaring sound in your ears. For a moment, you forgot all about Rafe—your boyfriend—and all you could focus on was the relaxing scent of JJ and his nose touching yours and his chest being so close to yours.

Your heart was going crazy in your chest, and it took you too long to realize that you were…anxious…and yearning…for a kiss you thought was about to happen. That was because you wanted the kiss to happen, and that realization had you taking a step back, eyes wide and disbelieving. Your fingers were shaking as you stared at JJ, but the blond didn’t look nearly as distressed as you felt. In fact, there was a glint in his eye that was so familiar to you.

The problem, however, was that it was only familiar with Rafe.

…but JJ was not Rafe.

…and while the look was the same, the way you were feeling was not.

In a panic, you rushed by JJ, determined to go back inside and far away from him. However, your hand was on the door when JJ spoke again, his words making your hair stand on end.

“I think I can guess…”

You felt your stomach turn, and swallowing down food that threatened to come up, you hurried inside, slamming the door behind you.

[redheadspark]

Hi! For your falling in love prompts may i please request “i genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i’m going a little crazy.” with oli wood 🍀💗

A/N - I find this simply ADORABLE for our Oliver! Thank you for requesting it, anon!

Focus

Summary - Oliver was always focused when it came to playing Quidditch. But leave it to someone else to have him loose that focus within a second

Warnings - Just some fluff

If Oliver was good at one thing, it was focus.

Oliver was amazing at it, both on the field and off the field in his class. His mind would zone in on the prize or objective and it wouldn't steer away until he was successful. It was one of the main reasons he was amazing with his studies and marks in all of his classes, and even better as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. There was nothing that could distract him when his mind was in the zone. The twins would joke and poke at him for that, calling him a "Robot" or lifeless when he was deep in practice. Yet Oliver never minded it, he knew what he was doing and he made sure success was always in his favor.

The only time he ever had a slip up, was with you.

Now it wasn't your fault, nor was it his fault. You and Oliver were barely dating, only a month and two weeks and you both were very happy and into each other. Although you were in a different, you would support Oliver during a Quidditch Game when he was't playing against your house. You wouldn't hear the end of it from your fellow Ravenclaws that you were dating the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, yet you were too happy to even care about what any of them had to say. You still supported him at his games and he would still support you with your studies and extra help with Magical Creatures.

So one practice, the lat one before they would play Hufflepuff, you went to go support Oliver and wait for his practice to be done so you both can go to Hosgmeade. Oliver wanted to take you on a date for enduring all of his late practices over the past week, plus he missed having some alone time with you and away from his teammates. You never minded him doing what he loved to do, mostly because you knew he wasn't consistently thinking of quidditch 24 hours a day.

Walking up to the one section of the stands that you always sat in, you wrapped yourself in your cloak to stop the small chill that was coming through, arranging your beanie on your head as you saw the Gryffindor team on their brooms, zooming around the the field and playing out the plays that Oliver already drew out for him. You were about to be comfortable when another set of steps were walking over in your direction. Looking over, you inwardly groaned.

It was one of your fellow House mates, a boy named Clint who was your year and a bit more pompous as a Ravenclaw. Even compared to the rest of your house, he was known for being too full of himself. It didn't too that he had a crush on you for awhile, and was a bit sour that you chose Oliver over him.

Whatever gave him that idea?

"I see you're here to support your boyfriend?" he asked, moving to sit next to you as you rolled your eyes and watching the practice continue in front of you both.

"I always do, Clint. What brings you out here since you hate the game?" You asked back, trying to sound civil but to no avail.

"Merely wishing to make conversation with you, and question your sanity for being with a Gryffindor," Clint replied nonchalantly, "Plus, I know some others are wondering the same thing as me,"

"Doubtful," You hummed, "You were the only one who seemed heated that I'm with him,"

Clint just chuckled as you saw him out of the corner of your eye sliding over a bit to sit closer to you. You were trying not to seem bothered by it, knowing how slimy Clint could be from time to time. Yet you always knew that Oliver knew you were there, and the last thing he needed was a distraction during his time at practice.

"You know you can always back out from him," Clint advised you, your eyes not leaving Oliver on his broom as he was circling around the goalpost to be ready for the next goal attempt. You didn't see it from your spot, but Oliver looked over at you briefly and saw Clint moving towards you in a sly way. He slowed down in his broom flying, knowing who Clint was from what you told him. He was starting to get concerned, knowing you could hold your own but Clint was also relentless.

"Clint, I don't know how many more times I have to tell you, I'm not interested in you," You explained, your patience was starting to dwindle.

"You've made that point very clear-" Clint was about to argue back when you shot him a look, watching him go into a bit of shock.

"And yet you're as dumb as rocks for not gettin through your thick head!" You sneered.

"HEY!" You both heard a shout from the goalpost, looking at Oliver who was watching you two like a hawk and was glaring at Clint. You saw the anger on his face, even when he was so far away. But within a second, your heart dropped.

Oliver was hit in the stomach by a bludger.

"Well, it looked like you're gonna have a bruised stomach for a few days."

"Aye, George feels awful about it. but I wasn't paying' attention to him,"

"I know,"

Oliver took your hand in his, you both sitting together on one of the Hospital Wing cots that wasn't being used. Madam Promfrey was more than willing to let Oliver come in after he took that nasty fall off his broom, you were grateful that was injury wasn't anything too bad or too dangerous. Clint ran off as soon as he saw what happened, You were wishing he stayed behind to punch him good for not only making advances on you, but for distracting Oliver from his practice. You would have a few choice words with him when you would return to the Common Room later that afternoon.

"Clint's a git," You explained, moving the ice pack from one spot on Oliver's stomach to the next, "I can't believe he did that out there,"

"Can't believe he tried to make a move on ya,"Oliver grumbled, squinting from the bruise as you gave him a sad look.

"I'm sorry for ruining your practice," You apologized, Oliver giving you concerned look.

"You didn't't! It was that Clint fella that did it," He explained, shifting to face you while he was still on the cot and holding your hand tightly, "You did nothin' wrong! I was worried that he was gonna get too close to ya when I could tell ya hated it,"

"I did," You agreed, "But still, you lost your concentration,"

"Well, to give ya credit, I always loose my concentration when I'm with ya," Oliver confessed sheepishly, you giving him a look of shock and bashfulness. He just smiled, showing he was not remorseful in what he said, "I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at ya. I think I’m going a little crazy.”

You grinned, not wishing to loo like a utter fool but it happened anyway. Oliver merely hummed and leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you blush as he spoke again.

"You are amazin', and I'm lucky to have ya as my lucky charm," He confessed as you were smiling at him, "And if that git tries to make a move on you again, I'll send the rest of the team on him, Deal?"

"Deal," You replied, "Although, I already have a prank planned for him in the Common Room later tonight,"

"You've been talkin' to the twins more behind my back, haven't ya?"

"Maybe."

"Atta Girl,"

The End

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

Valentine Prompt Session

[scoops404]

Casual reminder that to know the true amount of reviews an author get on ao3 you need to !

Divide the number of comments by the number of chapters (ex : 24 reviews for a 8/8 chapters story is 3 reviews)

Divide that number by 2 for the author's answers (so 1-2 reviews by chapters)

Big numbers are often just inflated, in particular for big stories ! There are never too much comments

(I know you know as a writer but your public is the more susceptible to care about leaving reviews. Also, would anyone be interested about a guide on how to write a review bc I know it's something people get stuck on)

Hi!

There's a few things I want to talk about in this ask, and I realize that you absolutely mean well, but trying to do breakdowns of comments or even kudos vs hits or anything like that is kind of... against the spirit of fanfiction? I think that's the best way to phrase it.

Comments don't get divided up evenly between chapters. Not necessarily. As a story picks up momentum, more people discover it and comment. Sometimes an author will drop all three chapters at once and people will only comment on the last one, etc. Some authors don't respond to comments, or are perpetually behind on them, so diving by two doesn't really work there. There's many reasons this doesn't shake out entirely.

But, moreover, I really want to encourage readers (and nonwriters I guess, more accurately) to realize that it doesn't matter how many comments a fic does or doesn't have. If you liked it and you feel led, then you should leave a comment. Obviously it's not necessary (and there are days where I'm brain-dead and I don't have the mental capacity), but comments on a fic are better than gold to writers.

There's not a magic number that means you have to leave a comment, or on the flip side, this fic has *enough* comments so I don't need to leave one. The spirit of fanfiction is that it's a fan service someone takes time to craft to share with the fandom, and you can encourage them to do it more by writing some nice words about their story.

Imagine spending hours and hours of your time working on something, thinking about it in the shower, talking to your friends about how to make it better, researching things online to make it better, editing down words, and when you go to share that--silence.

Comments are the lifeblood of fanfiction writers, it's how we know we're doing something that people like. Fanfiction is what keeps fandoms going when the source material dries up or goes on hiatus.

It's so so important to let writers know you like what they're putting out, or one day they might just stop. There is a point when we as writers get little to no feedback and start thinking, "What's the point? No one is reading this anyway." (This happened to me in the Dan and Phil fandom years ago). Now, I have a healthy view of my stories and I write for myself and my close friends (which is why i have such batty stories), but if my close friends didn't even want to read what I was writing, I'd just stop.

I've been very very blessed with a comment section in my time here in the DNF fandom. I've made friends through my comments, including a new IRL friend -- hi @czargasm.

Sorry, I'm not trying to be so preachy or single you out or anything. I think a comment guide would be really really lovely and something that could help a lot of people who would be willing to leave more comments if they had an idea of what to say.

As a writer, my favorite kind of comments to get are 1) in depth analysis, but of course that's a lot so, equally loved are 2) the "i was doing X thing when I saw you dropped a chapter so I ran here" and 3) "I made myself a treat to read this update" comment - extra points if you tell me what the treat was 4) A line you particularly liked or a story it reminds you of, etc.

Thank you for giving me a vehicle to apparently preach about comments. I guess I had a lot to say. Oops.

From the bottom of my heart, writers love comments. Nothing will make us write faster or better than knowing people are into out stories.

[robntunney]

I’ve been home for almost 24 hours now and I still can’t believe everything that happened this weekend....

In February, I had promised myself for my 30th birthday this year, I would do one thing just for me. No questions asked. No wondering if it was too expensive. No second guessing myself. No fear holding me back.

Flash forward to about a month ago, Robin was confirmed as a guest at the June Spookala convention in Ocala, Florida. I knew that this was the thing I was gonna do. As soon as I saw it, I knew. Like a light switch was instantly flipped in my brain.

I’m going to put all of the details under the cut because I don’t want to fill up your dash with a super long post BUT I will say she is even more sweet than you would think. The time she takes with every group, talking to them, listening to them, making them feel comfortable is just so heart warming. I saw it at the auto table and in the pro picture booth. It was just genuine care.

To say that my heart is full after this weekend would be an understatement.

OK so these are all the details, that even to me have a major plot twist ending (I mean I’m still not sure it actually happened)

FRIDAY: I had made a poster myself to get signed because you guys know I can be a lil extra :) Plus I just felt like for me it would be more special. It is a watercolor collage of a good portion of her works. This was a horror con so most people are here to see her because of the craft (great movie) but I think as soon as she saw the poster, she might of realized I was here as a fan of her/her work over all as opposed to a fan of her in that specific movie. She loved it and asked if she could take a picture of it, which was fine with me. As she was signing, I was going back in forth in my head whether or not to show her my tattoo. But I quickly realized that I would be going against the true meaning behind it if I didn’t say anything. So I explained it to her (tattoo here & inspo here) and she told me she loved it and that it was so sweet and asked if she could take a picture of that too, which again, no problem here. I also did my pro photo on Friday which comes with a long story of it’s own but I’m gonna keep that one private (if we’re moots and you wanna know just message me!)

SATURDAY: This was a very busy day so I was just wondering looking at all the amazing vendors the show had (I bought so many stickers and a few pins). I did this a bit all days but couldn’t do it for long because all I wanted to do was buy all the things!!! I also did a little local exploring.

SUNDAY: I decided to hold off and get the jersey dress replica signed (partly because I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to do it) but I decided that I wanted to do it. My plan from the beginning was that I would get it signed and framed to auction off for charity. It is not beyond me that me even having the opportunity to do this is a privilege that not everyone has, so this was the best way I knew how to honor that and give back. When I got there, she remembered me (ngl that threw me) and we just started talking again and we started talking about edits, since now she had signed 2 things that I made. I told her about tumblr and @tmsource​ and how there are still a lot of the mentalist fans out there that are active now on many platforms. She said how talented we all are, everyone who makes edits, because she does see them. And she does like them! I told her my plans for the jersey dress and if she just wanted to shout out a charity on insta, I would see it at some point and make sure all proceeds of the jersey go to that charity. There was some more talking that I’m gonna keep for me but at the end she got up and said I have to give you a hug, which was so sweet :)

Here comes the twist..... Sunday night after I got myself all packed up since I was hitting Magic Kingdom in the morning before my flight and needed to get on the road early, I decided to do the insta post. You know to mark the end of the weekend. I tagged her in it because of course I thought she might see it, and see that I was very grateful for her time this weekend. I’ve had a not so great relationship with instagram in the past so after a full year of not having it on my phone except for a few times where I literally downloaded it, made a post and deleted it again, I hadn’t been using it. Just a few months ago had I decided to leave it on my phone, but I kept notifications off. After a few min, I get a text from a friend that just said omg britt. Of course I was confused, and was just like ??? They said look at instagram. She had liked and commented on my post. Of course I was shocked because even though when you tag someone you hope they see it, you know that it’s not a high probability of it actually happening. I replied and thanked her again for her time this weekend, and dropped a lil reminder about the charity recommendation for the jersey. (bonus fact, I almost deleted the comment when I tried to pin it, not a good time for me) I just kept thinking about how sweet it was that she was interacting with people who had been at the con after giving 3 whole days to everyone. Got on twitter, freaked out it a lil, then went back to insta to close the app out and I had more notifications. AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW......

I still don’t have words if I’m being honest. (context for the comment is in the last video on the post) I’m just still so grateful for this whole weekend. I’m grateful for my friends that helped me through it even if they were miles and miles away. I’m grateful for the privilege to even be able to do something like this. I’m grateful for Robin’s generosity. Just so grateful. 

If you’ve made it this far, I love you. You’re a real one :)

[gay-dorito-dust]

But that's why it's so fun though. There's definitely the surface level canon story.

It's fun to think, what if? Especially with easter eggs or vague elements showing the tiniest connection to another. Someone had to create that, so maybe they had an idea the viewer would too. If so, then what would the story look like if this connection is canon. Bonus points if it is canon and theres tiny nuggets all over the place. Im looking at you, eldren ring 😘👅. Overall, it expands the story and adds depth, and who doesn't like that. (Trick question: NO ONE)

Lmao YOU KNOW he was waiting!! The pan away shot was so the audience couldn't see the filthy smirk on his face after saying that. Leon is totally a "fun guy" at heart *snaps finger guns*. Definitely loves to crack jokes. It's just given his surroundings and the situation he usually in, it's totally not called for. Especially his type of...humor, which already isn't that funny in a normal environment. Then when he says it, it's a double "Oh hell no." for me, dawg.

AHHHHH lmaooo you like his jokes! You're more whipped me than! 🤣 I'm shriveling up. A chocolate eclair 💀 we gotta build that up! (I can't talk mine is as tough as extra firm tofu)

Fr I totally understand. I'd feel bad especially since he's trying to lighten the environment, plus I know he hates this more than I do. Replace me with Ashley and all I hear are gunshots, goreish noises, and foreign yelling 24/7...👁👄👁 I'm listening to "Leon's jokes on a 10 hour loop" (some of them). I'd have to scrape up the courage to think of jokes and not hyper fixating on my environment and future death or Leon's back 😉.

I'd either beg Leon for a mercy kill or do it myself. I'm not built for that world. Also if Leon actually said that, he'd get 1 good noodle star, cuz that actually made me laugh.🤡

I'm hollering!! I was thinking the same thing but couldn't find the meme!!! Thank you!!🥹

Leon is a frat party and a Bang energy drink (the only option) with a plate of hooters wings away from being the "you're not that guy pal". Maybe the trauma was worth it.

(Again sorry for any grammar mistake. I can't read or write)

I love a game with little nuggets that subtly connect to one another to weave an story beneath the common storyline. It just gives you more insight to…well everything! It’s one of my favourites that the game developers are like ‘we’re gonna give long time players a treat and new time players a fun thing to unravel.’

Ngl, Leon would single-handedly give me brain rot so bad that I start doing crappy, half asses one liners.

It’s a disease and he’s the cause.

It ain’t my fault that Leon is so unbelievably pretty! My kryptonite is pretty boys and unfortunately Leon is on-top of the list for prettiest boys!

All he’d have to do if flash me a smile and I’d be like; 😩 😳😖🥵🤤🫠

The trauma Leon has been through had altered him so much so that his coping mechanisms are to make shitty one liners to EVERYTHING.

He thinks he’s a cool kid at heart, we know that ain’t true. He’s a dorky dork that thinks his humour is the shit.

Me: Leon go to therapy, you’re obviously not okay.

Leon: Therapy is for losers and I am no loser😎

Me: you’ve missed 6 appointments, the jokes got to stop-

In all fairness he probs doesn’t think therapy would work out for him at all and also over works himself to the bone. I remember someone saying that the reasons for Leon being jacked as all hell in re4 is so he doesn’t get taken by surprise anymore.

My baby needs a hug but he’d probably be so on edge and alert that I wouldn’t be able to without triggering his fight or flight responses.

I’d get too distracted by Leon’s ass and have a deep debate within myself whether or not it’s be inappropriate to slap it. Also Leon doesn’t skip leg day. He’s got nice thighs, and arms…and back…nice tits…

Leon probably would drink bang energy in means of staying up at night. How he finds out about bang is anyones guess.

[darcyw16]

Yoongi’s Girl

Part 1

Warning: Crime, swearing, drugs, guns, smut mention (more smut in part 2 !), mafia

Your sitting at your dressing table in a world of your own carrying out you night time skin routine, girl gotta always look good. Your wedding ring catches you eyes as the light catches it, you smile to yourself remember just who put that ring on you finger, your knight in shining armour, the man of your dreams, your lover, your husband. Your sharp pulled out of your day dream when you hear shots fired. “ For fucks sake what now”, you give your self the once over whilst applying a tinted balm to your lips, and head out your room to were the gun shots were fired. You look over the staircase on the landing which looks over the main hall. You see 6 of your husbands men with their guns withdrawn all targeting the sleaze bag Mr Verrill. Jungkook clocks you giving you the side eye, you scoff to yourself, nothing can get passed that man. Your husband stands in front of his 6 men without a gun. “Damn Min why do you have to be so cocky in situations like this”. Your hear Verrill pleading for more cash, this is the man who has sold his wife to cover his debt previously. He is in his mid 50s with a growing gambling addiction, he's owes money to most lenders which we are using to our advantage. You see Verrill works in shipping firearms which he has some very loyal customers which we want, this is the only thing this man has along with his new taste is younger women which he obviously needs the cash to pay for, no women would that for free. You need to intervein before Yoongi sees red and blows his brains out, he hates people that beg, well that's lying as he makes me beg most nights but that's a different situation all together. You waltz down the stair case earning a smirk for Jimin, he knows what's coming. “Verrill how lovely to see you, you must be here to settle your debts” as you reach the bottom you weave through guys and stand in front of Yoongi with you back towards Verrill.  “Evening Miss Min” you whip you head round to glare at him “Its Mrs!” you turn back round to Yoongi fixing his tie. “Apologies Mrs Min, I'm hear to ask for an extension and also to extra cash, you see iv been giving a tip on a horse race tomorrow that will pay all my debts” i look up at yoongi and roll you eyes as i reach for his gun in his inside his suit jacket. “You see Verrill that's asking for two things, there will be no more lending until you pay up, i will give you another 24 hours to gather our funds. If you don't meet our agreement we will take goods to the value you owe like your firearms customers” you smirk up at Yoongi. “NO FUCKING WAY, they are my customers, do you know how long it has taking to get my customer base. Please I need  another $20,000 and I will pay you back tomorrow”. You sharply turn pointing the gun in Verrils direction “ I don't think you heard what i said,  there will be no more lending until you pay up do you understand.”, “Please I need to the cash, Yoongi please understand”. You point the gun and one of Verrills men and pull the trigger. “Fuck what did you do that for”. “Well that got your attention! There will be no more lending and if our money isn't not here tomorrow you will be lying there staining my marble floor like your friend and believe you me Mr Verrill I hate stains but not as much a lying basterd like you, Goodnight Mr Verrill. Namjoon can you see that Mr Verrill sees himself off the property”. Namjoon gives you the nod and you hear Jin say he will clean up the mess and dispose. You turn to Yoongi who has that devilish smirk plastered on his face, “ That was hot, I love when you take control like that, you make me so proud”, you scoff at him comment “ No you don't! I want to go bed and you would of had him pleading all night just to say no to him and shoot him dead if i hadn't stepped in”. He reaches out and pulls you in by your waist and whispers in you ear “Not true, i would of shot him with minutes as i have plans so get up the fucking stairs and wait for me like a good slut”. his voice sends shivers down your spine and the heat that has been pooling between you legs since you saw him this evening is starting to leak, you look at him “ Yes daddy” “Good girl we will carry on you performance upstairs”, you roll you eyes, i didn't do all this to create a scene or a “performance” as he called it, i did this for us i want to show him that I'm capable of handing things. I want to live up to my new name Min. “ if you want this to be such a performance I'm going to need an audience” you know you've touched a nerve when you hear a low growl “ Why don't you asks the guys to come up too, you know to watch the performance” he grabs your neck and pushes you against the wall, you love how his hand feels round your neck an he knows it. “ don't you dare say shit like that you know i hate thought of them hearing you scream, things like should just be for me but your so fucking loud”. Yoongi is the jealous type, iv lost count the number of people he has shot for just looking at you. You made the mistake one year for his birthday by hiring a female escort, he shot her for making you cum, such a shame she seemed like a really nice girl. But this why you love him, for once in you life you feel safe, wanted, loved. He saved you and provided you life and home you used to dream about. You didn't have the best start in life, you never met your dad and you honestly don't believe you mother knew who he was. She was drugged addict with many boyfriends, possibly even pimps. You were sold to yoongi to cover her debt, this situation should be the lowest point of anyone's life but I already rock bottom so the day i was handed over to yoongi that's when my life had finally become. You look up through you lashes, his eye piecing yours. You hold his hand that's wrapped round your neck to help you to pull up a kiss his soft lips, before he could swipe his tongue in to meet yours you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth.

“ I'll be upstairs waiting daddy”

If you have got this for thank you so much for reading, this is my first piece of writing and already have part 2 in the works (which is very much for a smutty reader). Please forgive my spelling and grammer as i know its not the best, i kind of just doing this as a hobby rather than professional. I kind of have plan for this being a 2 part story, however i cant leave any of the members out so i may add extra parts so i give them all a bit of attention. XDX

[aurora567]

Pandora's Gift Ch. 23

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.

Summary: The smut continues so if you do not wish to read smut or are under 18 please skip to chapter 24.

Word count: 3188

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Once the pair was able to part ways they did. Bakugou slipped his boxers on and proceeded to walk to her tiny kitchen as he gave Kirishima a call to let him know that neither Sakaki or himself would be at work and they Kirishima most likely had their place to himself now as well. Sakaki on the other hand could not have cared any less about what the blonde was doing as she was digging through her closet pulling out the supply of extra soft pillows and blankets. Not a care in the world that she was still naked or that she was less than clean now. Nor did she care that Bakugou was rummaging through her kitchen to find she didn’t exactly have the place well stocked in fresh food. A lot of canned goods or things in boxes but she lacked a lot of fresh stuff, which of course irritated the blonde who was hoping to cook something for a late lunch since they had been interrupted.

Meanwhile Sakaki was arranging the pillows and blankets as her omega demanded them to be. A soft and warm place to curl up in and stay for the next good number of days. And yet it didn’t seem complete as she stood over the bed now eyeing the blankets and pillows with a scowl. It wasn’t till her eyes drifted down that she spotted Bakugou’s shirt by the door. It was irritating that she felt the need to grab the shirt. And yet she couldn’t stop herself as she scooped up the shirt. Quickly she lifted the shirt up to her face allowing herself to cave in and take a deep inhale allowing Bakugou’s scent to wash over her as she found herself softly purring before adding the article of clothing to the pile of blankets and pillows on the bed.

Her body was burning up and sweat licked at her skin and yet she still happily crawled into the specifically piled blankets feeling extremely happy and content at least for the moment. But of course it wasn’t perfect even as she buried her nose into Bakugou’s shirt that sat among the mix of pillows and blankets. It wasn’t the same as having the actual body and scent beside her to curl up to.

Finally she could hear the footsteps she had been listening to as Bakugou strolled into the bedroom pausing before the bed to scowl down at her as he always did. Even in a mild foggy heat induced brain she still returned a scowl back to the blonde.

“How the hell do you survive with an empty kitchen,” he growled, looking down at her. He didn’t dare enter the now quickly made nest without her invitation even if she had officially invited him earlier but still she had not made her nest then. And he knew the woman would happily growl and snap at him if given a valid reason and excuse.

“I had planned to go grocery shopping but as I have made clear this series of events was not at all planned, usually when I stop my suppressants I have a few days before my heat. I was not expecting it to hit me like a fucking train in only a few hours,” she growled up at him. Though she was cranky it was due to a few factors and the pain once again starting to stab into her stomach was one of the reason’s she was a little more short with the blonde than normal.

“Now get your ass back in bed,” she growled, which only had the smirk on his face growing as he enjoyed this chance to tease her.

“And what if I decide not to?” He asked an eyebrow arched at her.

“Do not test me Katsuki. I will throw your ass out of my apartment in nothing more than your boxers and let your PR team deal with that disaster,” she threatened not even hesitating for a moment either. If she couldn’t have him, or more particular his dick then she would not hesitate to throw his ass out. She did not have the patients in that moment to deal with him if he wasn’t dicking her down good into her mattress.

Of course Bakugou found that reply funny in the moment, maybe more so that he knew she would actually try and do it too if he wasn’t careful.

“Alright alright no need to threaten social media murder,” he said as he moved along the edge of the bed looking for the best way to crawl in without risking damaging the way she arranged everything. He was careful which was a little surprising that he actually cared enough to not damage the nest. Or maybe he just feared she would try to bite his head off like a praying mantis would after mating.

The second he was in the bed her nose was running along his shoulder and up to his neck nuzzling her nose along the scent gland there oh so happily taking a long deep breath as a soft purr seemed to rumble in her chest. Why was his scent so soothing? She had never found it that way before. Even in highschool she had never found his scent so mouth watering but also so soothing. Not even noticing she had crawled into his lap till she moved to grind her hips against him did she notice he was still wearing his boxers. The material was rough when she ground her sensitive body against it. She did not enjoy that as she let out a soft whine.

Her hands had moved down his chest as she nearly ripped the offending material off of his body, whether it was because she just didn't want to feel the scratchy material against her sensitive skin or it was the fact she wanted what was being hidden under the material her fog riddled brain wasn't sure. But in the moment she didn't care as her hands tugged the material off of his hips and down his strong thighs. Dark eyes ran up his thighs and happily oogled the rippling muscles of his abs of his lower stomach before making their way up taking in the way the muscles of his broad shoulders rippled as he shifted beneath her to toss his boxer across the tiny room. Has Bakugou always looked this good? It was almost hard to believe this man she had been working the last two weeks with was the same young blonde idiot she remembered from highschool.

“Are you just going to sit there and keep drooling?” The tone of his voice was completely teasing as she was sitting there straddling his waist before she blinked her eyes slowly pushing away the fog of lust for a moment while she had a chance to.

“Oh shut up,” She growled her top lip pulling back to flash her teeth at him. Though all that did was earn her a growl back from the blonde who was lying beneath her.

“Watch it little omega,” He growled back at her, his own sharp teeth flashing back. A shiver ran down her back at the thought of what the blonde would do to her if she continued to push his buttons as the two of them boarded on the line of being feral animals and still people.

“Make me,” maybe she was a little suicidal as she actually growled that back at the man. Of course she was given no chance to even think over what the outcome of those two words would be when she suddenly found her back pressed into the bed beneath her. A large hand wrapped around her neck kept her pinned to the bed even as she tried to snap at the hand holding her in place. But she knew she didn’t wish to actually remove the hand or the body that pinned her down.

“Better watch what you say,” He growled before grinding his hard cock against her inner thigh. This drew a whine from her as her own hips bucked up trying to meet his hips but a simple shift of his hips had hers meeting nothing.

“Bakugou,” she whined softly as she started to pant softly beneath him as she looked up at him.

“We are a little past using last names now don't you think?” The blonde said smirking as he looked down at the dark haired woman that laid out beneath him unable to keep herself from squirming and already panting even though he had not actually touched her yet. Then again the scent of her slick was filling the room making his own head dizzy and his alpha clawing at the back of his mind to remove his hand from her neck and instead sink his teeth into a sensitive scent gland and claim her for himself. But that would probably get his ass killed rather literally by the woman if he claimed her after she had told him earlier not to.

“Katsuki,” She really didn't have the ability to hold a conversation with the man at the moment as she just simply repeated his name though using his first name this time as she watched his pupils blow up and his nostrils flare. Just hearing her say his first name alone seemed to completely snap whatever little bit of self control he had.

A low rumble vibrated in his chest before his hip’s thrust forward sinking himself deep within her body, which had her cry out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Yet the cry didn’t have him stop as his hips moved quickly to start snapping against hers as the room filled with her moans and his soft grunts and groans. Her hips quickly tried to meet his every time he snapped his against hers sending him deep within her body. The feeling of being stretched and filled once again had her moaning and trying to squirm beneath him. But the hand fingers wrapped around her neck lightly kept her pinned to the bed in her spot only allowing the lower half of her body to be able to move at all. But still it limited how much she could move as her body felt like it had a mind of its own as her back arched or tried to.

She tried to whine but the pressure from the hand kept her from being able to make much more than a breathless low whine. She wanted to squirm and move her body demanded to try and help him. But the low growl from him when she grabbed at his wrist to try and remove it warned her that he would not be removing his hand soon. And so all she could bring herself to do was grab at his forearm weakly and whine a little as she was at his mercy as he fucked her into the mattress beneath her back.

Her body was growing tense as her walls slowly started to tighten around him. She wasn’t sure how long she could last. But the feeling of his knot starting to catch on her entrance informed her that he was in a very similar boat. Finally the arm around her neck moved to grip the top of her shoulder as if he could somehow pull her even closer to him as he sunk himself deep into her body.

“Katsuki… alpha!” She couldn’t even get her mouth to work and warn him that she was close. But it seemed finally being able to freely call out to him was too much for him as his knot popped and she could feel him filling her with his hot seed. She cried out as teeth sank into a spot of her right shoulder right by her arm. That sent her over the edge as well as her body squirmed and waves of pleasure crushed into her before her body slowly started to relax as she panted softly.

Though all it took was a minute or two to start regaining the ability to think to recall the pain in her shoulder before a quick panic set in and she raised a shaking hand to her skin before feeling across the tender area. Although it hurt and she was pretty sure someone could take a dental mold from her skin the bite had not been strong enough to actually break the skin. Still hurt and the skin around was an angry red. But she sighed as she realized he kept his word even during the heat of climaxing.

“That hurt. Dick,” she said softly before she finally turned her dark eyes to look up at the blonde who was leaning over her. His forehead leaning against her other shoulder trying to catch his own breath and wait for sensation to return to all of his body.

“Oh boohoo you big baby,” he growled at her but there was no bite to his tone as he laid there catching his breath before his arms carefully wrapped around her before the two rolled over to lay on their sides in an attempt to get more comfortable. Though the initial movement had sent off a jolt of pain and discomfort through her she didn’t say anything as she found herself nuzzling into the blondes chest inhaling his scent softly as she found herself drifting off to sleep.

It wasn’t till a knock at her front door jolted her from her sleep that she had even noticed she had fallen asleep at all. The growl rumbling from a half asleep Bakugou had her eyes flash up to her as she heard her dear friend's voice after having let herself into the apartment. A slap to Bakugou’s chest had his growl stop as he looked down at her, almost as if he was offended at the action.

“It’s Sasara. She probably heard what happened and brought me food knowing my fridge would be empty,” she said softly as she looked over at the blonde who was now fully awake.

“Good I’m hungry,” the blonde said simply before pulling away from her to crawl out of the nest of blankets and grab his boxers, slipping them on before leaving the bedroom. Not great but at least he had the decency to not give her friend a full heart attack while walking around naked.

It wasn’t long till she heard her front door open and close once again before the blonde returned with two bowls of curry in hand. Of course that’s what he would go for first out of the few meals her friend surely had to have cooked for her.

“I don't think that will be up to your royal tastes buds,” Sakaki said smirking as she watched the blonde growl at her.

“It’s not like I’m expecting much. But we should eat while we can,” he said, sitting down carefully on the bed before offering her a dish. They both knew what he meant. He was likely going to go into rut once his own suppressants wore off. Though Sakaki wanted to know what company made his meds cause his were clearly better than hers.

She watched as Katsuki stuck the first mouthful of curry into his mouth. He was well aware she was watching him like a hawk, and the cheshire grin she was sporting as he chewed did not help. If anything it was annoying but he had to wait till he was able to swallow the mouthful of food before turning on her with his sharp tongue.

“What the hell are you looking at?” He barked at her which only had her laughing lightly before she shoved a mouthful of food into her own mouth drawing out her reply knowing the blonde would hate it if she talked with her mouth full. He used to reprimand Kirishima and Kaminari back in highschool if either of them would ever talk with their mouths full, and so she doubted that would have changed.

“Nothing, just waiting to see if you choked on it,” she said, completely teasing even as he growled at her. Which in turn only made her start laughing before she continued to eat her food.

“It’s not as spicy as I like it but it’s not that bad,” wow was that an attempted compliment about someone else’s cooking coming for Bakugou Katsuki the cooking king?

“Wow look at that. You can actually eat someone else’s cooking and not combust?” She said unable to help but continued teasing and pushing his buttons.

“Of course I can dumb ass. And anyways I doubt you could cook any better,” he growled back, expecting to irritate her but she just smiled.

“Nope I can’t. Never was great in the kitchen. Sasara’s cooking is much better than I could ever hope to make,” she said honestly as she happily ate the curry faster than she planned to. But skipping lunch and now her heat starting had made her hungry as her body demanded protein and food before the days of fasting and strenuous work that it knew was coming.

A part of her was sad once her plate was cleaned off. But her stomach said she was full so she didn’t complain when Katsuki took both their plates and headed to the kitchen where she assumed he was washing them. But still she didn’t enjoy the nest being empty. Her stomach full and a fresh nap in her body was once again heating up. Curiously what sliver of her sanity she had, or maybe it was an insanity? It was hard to tell at the moment but non the less some part of her brain figured her next action would be a good idea.

“Katsuki!” She cried out in a low, needy whine ensuring it was just loud enough that he would hear her from the kitchen. And of course he did as all the noise in the kitchen came to a halt. She was pretty sure he even left the sink full of water but she didn’t care. In a matter of a few steps he stood in the doorway of her bedroom looking at her with blown out pupils and flaring nostrils as he watched her almost warningly.

“Oh what’s that face for Katsuki?” She asked flashing him a wide fake innocent smile as if she did not know about what she had just done. Or the fact that she very much loved the way he reacted to something as simple as her saying his first name. Though she was most likely going to regret that discussion as she watched him start to stroll towards the bed a deep growl in his throat as he quickly shed his boxers before reaching the bed. He was already rock hard and the sight was more than enough to kick start another round of slick running down her thighs. Good thing they got a nap in earlier because she was pretty sure she was not going to get any more sleep till very early in the morning now.

Next Chapter

[owltypical]

super long dump post about various irl things

a coworker of mine passed away at the beginning of the week. he’d actually left the company back in september, so i hadn’t seen him in several months, and i wouldn’t say we were super close, but. he was on my team, and we saw each other and talked and interacted and spent time together at work hangouts pretty much constantly over several years.

he was only 29. not sure how it happened, just that we heard from his family that it had, and his memorial page and viewing/funeral times were shared with us. it was definitely a great shock to us, i hid myself in the bathroom for a bit and cried. hadn’t cried properly in a long time due to my brain meds, so i had a sadness headache for a couple days.

he was a very pleasant, polite, and nice young dude. politics rarely come up at work though i knew he came from a religious catholic conservative background, but he was pretty socially conscious and angry/disillusioned about a lot of the shit he saw going on; i saw him grow from those roots over that time and i wonder how he’d turn out in the end if he’d been given proper time to finish growing. one of the kindest, most patient phone voices i ever heard.

it sucks so extra hard when somebody suddenly dies young like that. technically he was already out of my life when it happened, but that’s the closest to someone’s death i’ve been in ages, possibly ever, other than i suppose my cousin who passed away a few years ago. i’ve never been to a funeral, the few deaths i’ve encountered have been very distant and slightly unreal, even with family. but this was someone i knew and saw irl and who was part of my everyday life for quite a while; now he’s just suddenly gone, he’s ceased to exist. just memories and pictures.

literally the next morning after that another of our team members had some sort of medical episode at work; paramedics came and took her away in an ambulance. not sure what happened, she seems to be fine now thank god, but it was very scary at the time. that one-two punch in less than 24 hours made for a very mentally and emotionally strained week for us; so far 2023 for me has been kind of muted and spent grieving.

speaking of brain meds: started a new mixed dosage of stuff just today. the previous prescription was helping, but not enough, and had side effects that i felt were hampering my progress elsewhere. hopefully this new combo works out! i want more energy during the day, i want to sleep better at night, i want to have this dumb brain in a more orderly shape. i want to feel artistic and draw again.

not sure what i’ll do if i start feeling better about art again, though. i keep fretting that i just don’t have it in me to do big detailed print-ready longform comic stories, and never really have, despite how many times i’ve tried over the years. maybe i really do just need a partner to work with, i don’t know. i’m also second-guesing myself about the overall setting of outliers. i was always very tickled by weird/background stuff in comic book superhero settings since my youth, but the last few years i’ve completely soured on exactly that; the absolute glut of comic book movies and tv series have been overwhelming and tiring and obnoxious, it’s made me very jaded about the whole thing. and i don’t want to be seen as part of riding on that particular bandwagon either.

kind of trying to figure out what the hell to do in general. i make enough to survive just fine, but not enough to actually grow or go anywhere or make any real changes. affordable housing is nonexistent these days, absolutely everywhere, not just the places i would actually be interested in moving to. wages suck, everything costs way more now, good luck getting where you’d like to go without selling a few organs and cramming into some hole with three other equally desperate roommates. i’d donate plasma but apparently one of my arms has bad invisible veins so i got told to go away.

it’s real existential crisis times over here, i guess. i’m less than two years away from 40 now; i thought i had more time to figure some things out but an injury and good ol’ covid stole a large chunk of my prime 30s away from me. i want to move and improve my station in life, but how? i want a partner, but dating’s hard, especially the older you get and especially when you’re ace. i want to draw, but i worry that i don’t truly have the stamina and time to do everything i want to do, and that i’m running out of time in general. it’s stupid, i know it’s just youth-oriented culture and the world’s aggressive ageism messing with me, but it’s hard to feel like the countdown to 40 isn’t some sort of doomsday clock terror. too late for love, too late for family, too late for careers and making something of myself artistically. brains are stupid.

well. here’s to the brain in question getting better via updated meds, and here’s to 2023 having something good happen during it, i suppose. i hope.

[aseriesofthrills]

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My heart won’t stop beating. It’s good that it’s beating, preferable actually, but not this fast, and not this loud. I’m at my parents’ apartment sleeping on a thin pull out couch in their guest room. They just retired from Florida to North Carolina, breaking the mold of retirees flocking further south. They haven’t found a house yet in Asheville so we’re in cramped quarters, an apartment far more elegant yet much smaller than my shitty but spacious house in Los Angeles. Less than 24 hours since my feet touched east coast soil, I’m already feeling a little claustrophobic in the space. And it is just that - a space, a place, not a home. It’s not where we brought my younger brother home to from the hospital, the host of my first sleepover, the bathroom where I got my first period, the home held together by the walls I stared at wondering if everyone would immediately sense a difference in me after the first time I had sex, the bedroom where I came out to my parents. When my plane landed in North Carolina, my mom desperately wanted to “get the first hug” - a game our family plays - and left my dad stranded in the car in order to track me down near baggage claim, simply unable to wait the extra 30 seconds for me to make it outside. I used their guest bathroom only to find the toilet paper folded over, like I was at the Waldorf Astoria. Sometimes my mom even puts chocolates on my pillow when I visit. My dad texted me the day before my flight to ask for grocery store requests, as if the right brand of cold brew is the key to my happiness and they’d do anything in their power to unlock it. So, maybe, who needs a home when you have a lot of love? And anyway, this all has nothing to do with why my heart’s beating like a drum. It would be in any space or place. 

My heart won’t stop beating fast and loud. I’m lying on my stomach, and I can hear the beats reverberating throughout the metal springs, the frail skeletal system holding this flimsy pull out couch together. The beats feel shockingly loud, as if I’m stranded at some heavy rock concert that I didn’t buy tickets to. I never understood why some people willingly go to concerts but bring earplugs, the weird fibrous orange material poking out of their ear canals. Supposedly their “pliable design slowly expands, conforming to your ear canal to help block out hazardous noise.” I would consider this noise Hazardous, but it isn’t just an aural problem. The bed is vibrating with my aliveness, abuzz with my analyzing. Could my heartbeats be shaking the whole apartment complex? The beating and throbbing makes it feel like I’m sleeping inside of my own giant ribcage, taunting me from the inside out. I should try turning over onto my back, but somehow that feels worse in other ways. Like I’m opening myself up to the world, vulnerable, singing, “Sure! Come and devour me!” Even if it meant the end of the incessant sounds of my blood pumping, I don’t think I could sleep like that. I want to feel cocooned and enveloped, folded into myself, a child and its mom all at once, someone capable of self-soothing. A feeling only possible by being on my stomach, relentless beating be damned. 

I have a crush. Aside from being alive, it’s undoubtedly the source of the fervent beating that now must be registering as at least a 4 on the Richter scale. Noticeable Shaking of Objects and Rattling Noises. Felt by Most People in the Affected Area. I take solace in the fact that Moderate to Significant Damage is Very Unlikely. The crush is complicated. She told me she likes me, but we have to wait. I’m not good at waiting. Terrible, actually. Two or three weeks feel like months. I truthfully have no concept of how far off it feels to my warped brain, and the nebulousness of that might be even worse than being able to ascribe a timeline to it. It’s like I’m stranded in a foreign country where I’ve lost my passport, and I’m trying trying trying to get home but there’s no guarantee when I will. Someday, yes, it will be worked out. Things will fall into or out of place. But when? When when when? I wonder if she’s as preoccupied with me as I am with her. For my sake, I hope yes. For her sake, I hope no.

At a certain point the beat beat beating seems to let up, or maybe it’s just turned into a frequency I can thankfully no longer hear. But in some diabolical plot by the world to hold me hostage in an awake state, I’m now hyper aware of a clock ticking. Not metaphorically, though that would be apt, but the literal ticking of a time-keeping device in my vicinity. Tick. Tick. Tick. I hate to be this dramatic about something that was likely placed in the room by my mom in a casual attempt to decorate, but frankly, it’s ruining my life. And why would she pay such careful attention to decorating anyway? This is a temporary apartment, a space, a place, not a home, and it doesn’t need little clocks. It needs my newborn brother and my first period bathroom and my sleepover room and the walls that watched me grow. 

Thoughts about my crush keep flashing through my brain, almost like jump scares. You expect it but it startles you all the same, grossly over-buttered popcorn flying everywhere. Like Fleabag suddenly remembering things at inconvenient times about her best friend, Fleabag plagued by guilt over her death. Except I didn’t kill anyone. I just like someone. I think back to the way she touched my hands at the bar, surprised by how cold they were, warming them up. How she put her hand on the small of my back when I was walking in front of her. How she asked, “Can I kiss you?” in my passenger seat outside of her apartment at 1am. How she tasted sweet, like candy. How I didn’t want her to leave my car, how I wanted to go inside with her. How she texted me after that she’s glad she ran into me. How she said she has a crush on me and wants to take me on a date, but after Thanksgiving, because it’s complicated. I need to be patient, because it’s tricky with work. We might be working together. And a big holiday is right around the corner. So we have to wait. But the pit in my stomach is ignoring all of the nice things she said. The playful, flirty things she did. I can’t stop wondering: what if she changes her mind about me?  

My heart won’t stop beating fast and loud. I think about the counting sheep trick, and my depleted little pea brain can’t remember if it’s a wives tale or if it’s actually supposed to help lull you to sleep. I figure it can’t hurt. I start counting, but instead of sheep, I count every time the clock ticks. One. Two. Three. The clock has still been loyally ticking this whole time that my head’s been off doing its Olympic Mental Gymnastics, going for gold, burning so many calories that my brain might get so lean that I’ll only ever be able to think about this crush. A broken record player scratching the same spot forever. Four. Five. Six. After Hurricane Katrina, I went to New Orleans with a group to help clean and rebuild, and one business that I helped repair had a big analog clock hanging on one of its walls. The classic black and white one. Like everything else in what was left of the building, it was broken. Whatever time was displayed on the clock must have been the moment Katrina’s flood waters got so high that it short circuited and stopped. I am certainly not likening my personal anxieties to a massive natural disaster, but I am saying I think my brain has hit its maximum flood level of thoughts, and if it turned off soon I would not be the least bit surprised. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. It’s actually working a little bit. I can only focus on counting, not on crushing, and I feel myself seeping deeper into the bed, begging it to engulf me and kill my brain. At this point, that is a thing I want.  

For better or worse, I still have enough gray matter in my broken brain to think of all the permutations of how our date could go. The date that still feels like it’s in an entirely different calendar year from now. Where we might eat. Our feet touching under the table. Wondering if she’ll gently touch my hands again. What we’ll talk about. What’ll happen after dinner. Will one of us suggest going to a nearby bar to talk more? Will we go back to her place? That’s where most of my daydreams lead. Her place. I haven’t been inside her apartment, but she showed me around a bit when we met virtually for work a few months ago - when I wish I’d more overtly tried to forge a connection so things might be further along by now, but how was I to know I’d feel this way? - and I’ve seen other bits and pieces on Instagram. Still, I have no real concept of the layout, but my brain has created its own blueprint. We walk inside and she offers to get me a drink, and I don’t really want another one because I’ve had one at dinner, but I say yes and hoist myself up onto the kitchen counter while she makes it (a cocktail) or pours it (wine). She brings it over and I barely wait for her to hand it to me before I put it down and we start kissing. In another version, I ask to use the bathroom once we get inside and then, when I’m done, I open the door and she’s just waiting outside for me. We start kissing. That one’s a little weird, I guess. In a different permutation, we sit down on the couch to watch a movie. She asks what movie I want to watch, and I say some version of, “It doesn’t matter… I don’t plan on watching for long.” We start kissing. The last one’s sort of a bold one. I’m not always bold in these situations. Sometimes I am, but only if I feel almost certain that the other person feels the same way I do. When we ran into each other at the bar, she made a comment about wanting to kiss 28 people at her 28th birthday party. A friend who saw us interact reminded me that I apparently responded with, “I hope I’m one of them.” At any rate, impatience is clearly a common thread in all three of these scenarios. No matter the route, all the daydreams lead to the same place. 

If my parents’ behavior - the hugging and the toilet paper folding and the grocery shopping and the loving - is any indicator, you would think my attachment style is so firmly, unquestionably secure that I should be memorialized in the Museum of Good Mental Health. Give me a ribbon cutting ceremony, give me pomp, give me circumstance. As it turns out, I might just have an anxious attachment style, which is a realization that only occurred to me relatively recently but I’m sure occurred to my friends 6 crushes ago. It hit me out of the blue one morning when I was brushing my teeth, my intrusive thoughts picking a moment to strike when my defenses were down and I was unable to distract myself. And it makes perfect, crystal clear sense. Being closeted for so long, you get accustomed to feeling wrong. Feeling bad. Feeling like your thoughts aren’t right, you’re different, you don’t belong. You’re so wrong so bad so wrong and so bad. For the longest time I didn’t have many people around me who I knew were queer, so my crushes were either on fictional characters or straight girls. And do you know what fictional characters and straight girls don’t have the capacity to do? Like you back. Return your feelings. Living in a cycle of desperately wanting someone who doesn’t have the ability or desire to want you back does something to a person: after a while, it makes you feel unlovable. You internalize it and conclude you’re not worthy of love. There is a problem, and the problem is you. Reciprocity starts to feel like a never-going-to-happen-thing - it’s not situational, it’s global. And it gets reiterated over and over because you get caught in that dynamic, addicted to the pattern. Even though it’s miserable, it’s familiar. With all that said, I also do want to acknowledge that being a human is hard. I would submit that we all feel insecure and, at times, unworthy of love or even being liked. It doesn’t require trauma or any particular type of hardship to have an obsessive crush, a lack of self-confidence, a difficult time navigating feelings. But I do think my early relationship with my queerness is inherently part of the mix for me, personally. 

It feels as if my crush is camping out in my brain. This crush, and all of my baggage surrounding this crush, is making my heart beat really fast and really loud. Have I allowed this to go too far? Undoubtedly yes. Should there also be room for some self-empathy? I think also probably yes. Definitely yes. Someone told me that they like me, and it has sent alarm bells throughout my system. Someone has both the capacity to like me and does like me. And because I have a scarcity mindset when it comes to romantic love, my body is trying to hold on so tightly and doesn’t want to let it go. I keep replaying those moments of compliments and touch and feeling good on a dizzying loop because my brain thinks that might be the last time it will happen. A sign of a crush pulling back - a non-response for a few hours, a different tone, a shortness - it all feels like a total dismissal, my worst fears confirmed. It sends me right past Go, Do Not Collect $200, in fact Why Don’t You Go Right To Loveless Jail! My neural pathways have been carved throughout time to expect rejection and disappointment, but I’m trying to free myself from the tired maze of my own myopic thinking. Ultimately I have no idea how this will turn out, and that’s incredibly anxiety inducing. Gaming out all of the things I’m going to say to her, or where we’ll go on our date, or who will make the first move and what that move will be - it all creates an illusion of control. But this isn’t something I can control. It’s a thing to recognize, look in the face, and surrender to. Another person is a thing I really can not control. Uncertainty is an aspect of reality that no one, including me, is ever free from. I can, however, remind myself that this is not the only good thing I will ever experience. There will be more crushes, more reciprocated feelings, more Can I Kiss Yous?, more grazing hands at a bar. If we’re lucky, we’ll all have many spaces, many places, many people to call home. 

[losthomunculus]

Online Safety Relevant to the Current State of the Internet

On twitter I made a tweet about how online safety lessons in school can be very out of touch but that the advice of people who are familiar with the current internet shouldn't be disregarded. So here's my informal collection of online safety tips

Sources: unrestricted internet access since elementary school (not recommended), being a formerly involuntarily home bound person for several years that amassed way too much online experience

This could possibly hold upsetting reminders to people who had bad experiences online including mentions of grooming and emotional manipulation so please proceed with caution!

Information Sharing

Make an online pseudonym for public profiles and websites.

Don’t feel like you have to list everything about you for the world to see.

Sometimes it’s not a question of “can this information be used to locate and identify me irl?”, but simply “do I want this information publicly available and linked to my online persona?”

Unlike offline, being online leaves a constant trail of who you were accessible at all times. People are constantly growing and changing. Try to limit the information you share so you can ditch that trail and start over if need be.

Sharing information with people you make friends with and trust is a judgement call on your part, but always be on the safe side and be protective of your information.

Start as cautious as possible with online safety. Any risks or judgement calls can come later when you are 1. aware of the risks, 2. ready to address them if they occur, and 3. have gathered plenty of information instead of doing something blindly and hoping for the best.

Do not share your triggers publicly, they can very easily be used against you. Instead use websites with a large amount of filtering options to curate your online experience. If you are going to share them, only do it privately with people you trust.

Importance of Boundaries

It doesn’t matter how mature you are, don’t enter age limited spaces you don’t qualify for. It’s disrespectful to the boundaries of the people who made that space. Boundaries like this exist for the comfort of both sides involved.

Just because you can “handle it” doesn’t mean it’s good for you. Desensitization is not something to brag about.

Venting or making r18 posts as a minor on a public account is VERY dangerous. Intense emotional vulnerability is something manipulators will look for as a way to get to you. The same with sexual jokes to develop your comfort talking about those topics casually and eventually escalating the situation. If you are going to talk about such things please keep that in private conversations with people you trust in your age group.

Note the difference between public and private online space. Tweeting something on a public account is not the same as having a conversation in the cafeteria with your friends.

If an adult tries talking to you about r18, run the other way. Doesn’t matter how cool you are, it says something weird about THEM if they’re willing to talk to a minor about that stuff.

If someone( like 3+ years, honestly depends on how old you are) older than you wouldn't be comfortable saying what they're saying to you in front of other people (like a teacher or guardian), that's suspicious as hell. Run in the other direction.

The younger you are, the more age gaps matter. There's a bigger difference in development between a 13 year old and a 17 year old than there is between a 20 year old and a 24 year old. It helps to try to contextualize it with real people instead of numbers. Instead of thinking "oh just 4 years? that's not that weird" consider "oh. that would be like a freshman (13/14) dating a senior (17/18). yikes."

Be just as wary of people your own age talking about things that make you uncomfortable. Just like irl, sometimes you’ll meet people your age that are hurtful.

Friends complain to each other and talk about their issues, that alone is fine. But when people are doing it without permission, draw a line. When people are making it feel like you’re responsible for maintaining their mental health, you need to draw a line. When it starts to effect your mental health, PLEASE DRAW A LINE! I know it feels like your responsibility sometimes, but it’s not. You cannot be there for others if you’re not taking care of yourself first and foremost.

Don’t be afraid to block people. Even for petty reasons. It’s good to block people. Don’t force yourself to see stuff you don’t want to see.

Being Constantly Online

The 24 hour news cycle is not a good thing to follow 24/7. Taking social responsibility is a good thing, but your brain is NOT built to worry about every issue in the world at once. One strategy I use for staying sane is I try to only check the news once a day, and if something needs more attention to set aside an amount of time I’m going to focus on it before I need to take time to step back.

Touch grass. Not literally, unless you can in which case I highly suggest it, sometimes it’s just good to lay in a field. What I mean is you need to dedicate a good portion of your time to being offline (sleep does not count). What your offline time looks like is going to differ depending on your level of ability, but even if you are house bound it’s important to build some hobbies that don’t rely on the internet. Talking to people offline is also a good goal if possible, even just to your housemates.

Social etiquette greatly differs online and offline and sometimes the reminder that were all just Some People gets lost behind the numbers and the fabricated personas. Keep in mind the difference in how information is shared without forgetting that the fact we are all people remains the same.

Be generous with your etiquette. You will avoid a lot of stress if you conduct yourself with the same politeness you would have in an offline interaction. Master the art of "minding your own business" for your own sake.

Arguments and Competition

As soon as you can, you need to internalize the fact that leaving an argument is not losing.

It is inevitable you will be exposed to many people who disagree with you. Some people only want to argue to rile you up. Sometimes that’s not their intention, but it’s what they’re doing. You do not have to remain in conversation with people, especially if they’re not interested in actually coming to an understanding. Even if they are interested, sometimes they just suck!! Leave!! You can leave!!

On that note, sometimes you are going to get valid criticism and it’s going to hurt. That is part of learning. If someone says you messed up and did something hurtful, take a second to step back from your defensiveness and consider: intent ≠ effect. Apologize, repair what you can, and move forward with the ability to do better in the future. You’re going to mess up every once in awhile, it’s inevitable.

To summarize the past two points: don't waste your time on unnecessary hostility but don't close yourself into an echo chamber either. Debates should be about learning.

Sometimes people are not going to like you. This happens offline too but people tend to be a lot more blunt online. Sometimes people dislike you for no reason or for really petty reasons. That’s not your problem, move on.

Don’t actively seek out people you don’t like or who don’t like you to argue with. Whether or not your side is the “right side” doesn’t matter, it’s going to cause you so much unnecessary stress. Feel free to keep posting your opinions on your own profile but don’t seek out unnecessary conflict.

This is a different type of competition than previously mentioned, but be aware of the danger of comparing yourself to other people. Especially if you’re a creative or student, DO NOT GET SWEPT UP IN THE GRIND CULTURE. It’s more subtle in some places than others, but anytime you see the notion that you should be working yourself to the bone be VERY critical. Also be critical of any online cultures (such as gaming and art communities) that brag about unhealthy habits or act like it’s ~part of the culture~ (ex: all nighters, not taking breaks, getting hurt. Any activity that neglects health to work toward a goal).

Not just grind culture, any community of subculture that shares anti recovery sentiments is a huge red flag. Even if they're joking, it's not worth the risk of internalizing those statements.

Everyone’s social media presence is to some degree doctored because it’s a purposefully selected collection of what they allow you to see. It’s fine to like the persona you see being displayed, but never forget that it is not reflective of the entire person. Everyone online is JUST SOME PERSON. Do not forget that and start holding yourself to a standard you can’t even see every side of.

By posting online you are opening yourself to criticism. Whether or not it’s justified can vary, but either way it’s going to happen. Mute stuff, go private, disable comments, etc if you need to.

Misc Tidbits

these are technically just general info that is also good for offline but I have seen things that make me think people online need the extra reminder.

Learn what cults are, how they recruit, and what they do to their members. I'm not kidding. This is particularly relevant at the moment because of current societal unrest and widespread loneliness. No one is immune to cult propaganda, and not every cult is based on pre established religion or family. Many exist ONLINE and are able to manipulate people without ever meeting face to face. (learn more: Loneliness as a Pandemic: The Dangers of Online Cult

Familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience. Please familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience and then learn how to identify pseudoscience. (learn more: Karl Popper, Science, & Pseudoscience: Crash Course Philosophy #8)

Q. How do I know if a source is reliable?

Final Thoughts

It's important people of ALL ages learn these lessons, because the internet is constantly changing and we are all vulnerable when in the presence of other people.

Be cautious and stay safe

[vinylshelves]

Edward Nashton Headcanons

This is extremely self-indulgent because I have Eddie brainrot, but I thought it would work as my first post! I would love to do more of these (hell Eddie takes up half of my brain I think of something new every day) so I will be sure to post more! I would love to do relationship hc’s in the future and some for other characters <3

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- This man would spend ¾ of the time he spends in his apartment in hoodies. He prefers pullovers but kinda likes the way zip ups slip off of his shoulders 

- ^ In addition to this, I feel like he would spend the other ¼ of his life just chilling topless, he hasn’t got anyone around to tell him otherwise so why not? He especially likes the freedom that comes with it after being in the orphanage. 

- He's a pillow hugger, whether this be while he’s sat on the sofa or in bed, he likes the comfort that it brings him (this spreads to the fact that with a s/o he would cling to them constantly.)

- Carries around a ‘pocket puzzle’ book with him 24/7 to do on the subway home or on his breaks at work (once thought about subscribing to a monthly puzzle subscription before deciding they would be too easy for him). 

- All of his cameras/devices are covered with either a webcam cover or just a blanket - he knows the dangers with these things and is not prepared to take ANY risks. 

- He always walks past flower shops near his apartment and will sometimes buy himself the odd bouquet, or maybe just a couple flowers. He tries to go for very ‘green’ colours

- ^ he also wants to be able to keep houseplants but he knows he would kill them so he has a small plastic succulent and a single cactus instead - he’s doing well with it so far

- Lactose intolerant. He finds it’s not too bad but that may just be because he’s never really tried to stop so he just kinda,,, deals with it.

- Has a weird aversion to the smell of fried food, or just oily foods cooking in general. Loves the taste, but he finds he can only get takeaways cos he can’t sit there with the smell.

- He tries his best to stay as fresh as he can and showers most days, but he sweats so much that in under an hour he already needs another shower

- ^ has tried almost every brand of deodorant to combat this and now uses an ‘extra strong’ antiperspirant and then a second, nicer smelling one, over the top.

- ^ Although he does try to stay as clean as he can (mostly for himself) he finds that he can get so invested in work that he just, forgets? He only realizes after like three days when he coughs and realizes, ‘oh shit, I should clean my teeth’

- He doesn’t drink black coffee, he finds it too bitter (“It’s an acquired taste” he tells himself) - he loves cappuccinos and lattes and his guilty pleasure is how much he really really loves a vanilla and hazelnut syrup mix. 

- ^ Treats himself to this ‘sweet’ coffee each Friday after work, it's one of his ways of rewarding himself.

- He loves looking at ‘his’ subreddit, seeing all his fans (and a few haters) either try to figure out who he is or just gush to each other about his newest traps. He gets really giggly when he thinks about how hard these idiots must be trying to track him down.

- He has rosacea and blushes super easily, he gets really self conscious about it at work until one of his coworkers called it ‘cute’ in passing (he didn’t stop thinking about it for weeks)

- He's actually really good with kids and absolutely loves babies. Even though he’s pretty socially anxious, if he’s walking through a park and sees a baby he will not hesitate to approach and ask to say hello. 

- ^ spent a lot of time with the babies in the orphanage as it was relatively quiet in there with them compared to everywhere else.

- Constantly has headphones in. At work and at home he uses these noise canceling headphones that he bought himself for Christmas one year. They fit perfectly over his ears and sometimes he just reminds himself how good of a purchase they actually were.

- ^ When he’s out and about though, be it shopping, walking through Gotham or just sitting in the diner, he uses these shitty earbuds he bought at a dollar store. He feels safer to be able to hear what’s happening around him in public.  

- He doesn’t really feel the need to drink alcohol that often but when he does he prefers fruity drinks, loves a good mojito or passion fruit martini and will occasionally treat himself to a strawberry daiquiri. 

- ^ When he does get drunk he gets giggly real quick. Goes red as can be as soon as his lips touch that glass. He prides himself on the fact that he doesn’t get hangovers (but really he’s just never actually drunk enough to even get to that point).

- Always doodles on napkins, wherever he goes. He’s slowly realized that he’s getting quite good at sketching portraits. 

- Will start laughing randomly at a joke he thought of like a week ago and wont stop this intermittent laughing for hours. 

- Realizes one day that he’s never really thought about his sexuality and just comes to the conclusion that he really doesn’t care. He spends the next couple days just admiring everyone he sees on his commute.

- Got a gym membership but can’t figure out how to cancel it. He tried asking the lady at the desk once to help him but she put up a fight so he just backed down. Now guilt trips himself to go once a week even if he just goes on the treadmill and takes a shower. 

- He moves around a lot when he sleeps, really spreads himself out. Will sometimes wake up with all sheets and pillows off the bed and his head at the bottom and he just looks around for a bit like, what the actual fuck?

- Both of his eyes have very different prescriptions, his left is like +5 while his right is like +7.5

- ^ Has always wanted to try contact lenses but can't fathom the idea of putting his fingers near his eyes, it just creeps him out too much. 

-  He can’t figure out why he doesn’t grow facial hair, however he slowly grows to appreciate that fact when he overhears guys at work talking about ‘ingrown hairs’ and shaving and thinks, yeah, not for me.

- Snorts when he laughs (because I say so, snorts ftw) 

- He doesn’t label himself as a vegetarian, but he hasn’t eaten meat for most of his life, maybe the odd thing to try if he goes out for a meal after work but otherwise doesn’t eat meat, he finds the texture ‘funny’. 

- Loves watching nature documentaries and has at least 7 books about ‘how to be eco friendly’ on his nightstand, he's a soft guy at heart.

- Always forgets to clip his nails, he just doesn’t deem it as necessary. He’ll see that they’re getting too long once every month and will chew them off.

- If he’s walking home at night and sees a girl alone he will cross the road to make them feel more comfortable, though after he crosses he starts panicking thinking ‘what if that looks even weirder’ or ‘they’re gonna call the police oh my god-’

- Doesn’t really like fizzy drinks. He never got them growing up in the orphanage and he doesn’t like the way his eyes water when he swallows too much at once. 

- ^ Absolutely LOVES ice tea though, has tried almost every flavor and has decided that peach is his favorite 

- Secretly loves romcoms. If there's ever one on TV he will watch it like a baby watching cocomelon. That night when he finally goes to sleep he plays through all the scenarios in the film.

- ^ Although he’s not overly interested in the idea of being in a relationship, sometimes he lets himself think about the domestic side of things while he’s doing chores, (‘what if there was someone cooking with me?’ sitting on the sofa with someone) gets all soppy for the rest of the week and it’s all he can think about. 

- Never uses the main light source in his apartment, only lamps.

- ^ It has to be warm lighting.

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[tpwkxxangel]

Is this the real life? pt. 4

**not my photo**

my masterpost; fic masterlist; part 1; part2; part 3

[warnings: alcohol consumption, language, angst?]

Screaming, crying, throwing up. Multitasking if you will.

That’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past 24 hours. I’ve been going through the motions of life trying to hold myself together instead of going into a fangirl meltdown. Since I read Harry’s message, my brain has gone blanks.

@/Harry_Styles: Hey Y/N! I was just wanting to check in and see how you were doing after the show last night? -H

Such simple words that caused my brain to malfunction.

He knows I exist. I know that’s so stupid of a statement to finally absorb when I literally held a conversation with him, but how am I expected to function now that he knows I exist?

What makes matters worse, is that I haven’t even told the group chat. I can’t just shoot a text saying ‘Hey! My day’s been great. The meeting went well, I got an extra set of those cool detachable erasers ... oh and Harry DM’ed me on Twitter.’

That would not go over well at all. Luckily we have our weekly zoom session tonight so I can discuss the knowledge of my existence with them face to face.

Now what makes me nervous is the fact that I’ve left him on read for more than 24 hours now. What if he doesn’t want to talk to me now? What if I took too long and he forgot about me? What if--

I physically shake myself from my thoughts. My friends will know what to do. I pop the bottle of wine open and grab the bottle and a glass before making my way to my room. We have our ‘Weekly Wine Night’ as Dove calls it.

I pull up the zoom app on my laptop before starting the meeting and sending everyone the link. It usually takes them a few minutes to join, so I pour myself a hefty amount of wine in the glass before taking a leisurely sip.

“Hey bitches! Who’s ready to get fucked up?” Rachel raises her own glass of pink wine to the camera as everyone pops up.

We all laugh at her antics. She’s often the first one to pop the bottle and last to put it down. A party animal through and through and we couldn’t love her more.

“Ugh, can I go first this week? I have to tell you guys about the customer that I had to deal with on Wednesday,” Katie rolls her eyes, “It was like a wild Karen entered the building and I was not having it!”

She proceeds to tell us about a woman who entered her arts and crafts store to pick up an order, but wouldn’t leave once she received it. She tried to get a refund and store credit when she threw a fit over nothing.

We all laugh and talk about other stories of our week, some about people from high school who were blasting their lives all over Facebook.

For the first time since his message, I actually feel somewhat centered. We all met about two years ago. We were all placed into a group chat with a very very controlling fan. She branded herself as the ‘leader’ of our group when we were all trying to have fun on Twitter. When Harry started to promote his new album, the fans went crazy with new theories about the tracklist and things. She stole all our ideas and tweeted them as her own. It was just a very toxic environment, so we were sure to move chats and block her from all platforms.

“Anything interesting on your end, Y/N?” Dove asks noticing my far off expression.

“Um,” I take another sip of wine hoping to ease the words that come next, “I received an interesting DM yesterday.”

“Was it from that account that got suspended and is trying to get their ratio back using their back up account again?” Sofie rolls her eyes.

I laugh, because I did get one of those yesterday too, “No, no, um, this one was from Harry.”

Everyone quiets down. I think they are waiting for me to say ‘just kidding’ or ‘gotcha’ but I figured I might as well tell them now before I ignore Harry anymore.

“You’re joking right?” Katie asks.

I shake my head pulling up the chat to show them. “I low-key wish I was, but” I hold up my phone and show them the screen.

It’s like proof was all they needed to unfreeze.

“Y/N! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?” Dove shouts into the screen.

I hold my hands up in defense. “I didn’t know how to handle it! I’ve been in love with this man since I was like 13 and now, he’s messaging me over Twitter and not remaining the fictional character in my head! What am I supposed to respond?” I pout in defense.

Rachel rolls her eyes, “What’s the real reason?”

Ugh. Leave it to your friends to see through your pretenses.

I look down for a moment at the intimidating message. “It should be simple right?” I look back up at my quiet friends with a fake smile. “I’m a fan of his who has followed his every movement throughout the years. I’ve built up an immunity to his surprises, so why is it so hard to believe he would want to check up on me? Why would he give me the time of day after everything was done with back at that stadium?” I shrug with a self-deprecating laugh.

“Okay first off, you are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met and he should feel lucky to even talk to you,” Dove says calmly, “Secondly, this is very much real, and you have a chance to talk to him.

“Yeah,” Katie tags on, “He wouldn’t have sent you that message if he truly didn’t want to hear back from you.”

“Oh my gosh! Do you think he was looking on stan twitter hoping they would find your user?” Rachel asks.

“That sounds a little far fetched,” Sofie says unsure.

“Oh I’m pretty sure he has a stan account floating around somewhere. He knew we measure his life according to his hair length,” I roll my eyes at the memory. I take another sip of wine and look up at the ceiling before sighing. “I’m gonna message him.”

A round of cheers sounds while I think of a reasonable response. How the heck to I do this?

@/yourusername: Hi Harry! I’m doing well. I flew back home yesterday, so I wasn’t able to get back to you sooner. The post concert depression is hitting, but I’m super excited to see you next week. Hope you’re doing well!

“There. I sent something,” I lift the phone up to show them before putting it face down on my desk, “He’s probably doing singer things you know. Like I probably won’t hear back from him anytime soon. Maybe he didn’t even notice I didn’t message back right aw--”

The sound of a tweeting bird interrupts me. We all look at each other wide eyed.

“Y/N?” Katie quietly whispers, “Who was that?”

Sofie’s face breaks out into a shit-eating grin, “Yeah, Y/N, who just DM’ed you?”

I shake my head, eyes still blown wide in slight panic, “I’m too scared to look.”

“Don’t be a baby! You already kept them man waiting for 24 full hours!” Rachel laughs.

I finally relent and pull up the chat.

@/Harry_Styles: I’m so glad to hear you’re back home safe. I was a little worried about leaving you at the stadium that night. What show will you be at next week?

I read aloud for my friends. It was almost like he was waiting on my message.

“He’s totally trying to spark conversation with you,” Rachel says.

“Shut up. This is not a rom com,” I sigh.

“What are you gonna say back?” Dove asks.

“Yeah, I think you should say--” Sofie is cut off by Katie clearing her throat.

“Listen. Why don’t we not crowd her. Let’s continue our wine night and she can talk to us if she really wants our help.”

I send her an appreciative smile. It’s almost like she read my mind. I think just having them here is already helping me gain control on my thoughts. Emotional support is what I needed.

They all fall into easy conversations again, but I can tell they are all keeping an eye on me.

@/yourusername: I’ll be in Nashville for both shows! I’ve always wanted to go, so I’m flying in a little early to explore a bit.

@/Harry_Styles: Nashville is super fun! It’s one of my favorite places to stop on tour!

We go on like this for a few minutes. He tells me about some of the cool places he’s seen in Nashville and giving some tips on where to get the best vintage thrifting done.

I finish my second glass of wine while waiting on his next response to come in. This is surprisingly easy. I thought talking to him would be more difficult but he’s honestly down to earth. It doesn't feel like I'm messaging my crush-to-end-all-crushes. The wine is probably helping a bit too. Might as well start on a third one. I’ll just work from home tomorrow.

It takes Harry a little longer to respond, so I tune back into my friends. Dove is telling an animated story about her dog who my phone chimes again.

“Guys!” I nearly throw my phone across the room when I read the message.

“What’s up?” Dove asks taking in the pure shock written on my face.

I read them the message Harry just sent.

@/Harry_Styles: They have a really cool rooftop bar that you should check out. Let me know when you fly in and I could probably show you if our schedules match up?

“Correct me if I’m wrong but that just sounds like Harry Styles just asked to take me to a rooftop bar next week.”

tag list: @harry-is-my-sunflower @gucci-hazza @sunshinetemptress9 @damnasstyles @msolbesg @hi-yekaterina @imaginesofdreams @multiplums @gxldenxash @infinitely-yellow @hoseokjin194​ @onecrazydirectioner​

[beckface]

So I dragged @livingislands into making a Zombie Apocalypse/Walking dead AU with me. Warning- a lot of characters stop being alive and become zombies. There is also a LOT of character’s grieving because Angst angst angst

So basically the world is attacked by a huge zombie plague over the course of 24 hours and billions of people are zombified. Only about 30 people from fair city make it out initially- everyone else is taken.

This is a little bit in the future so Becky is about 13 and Tj is about 11

Every character in the group is dealing with different kinds of losses and they’re all struggling to cope. There’s about 15 villains, 15 civilians, and Wordgirl

Becky and Tj are awoken at midnight to the sounds of their parents struggling, and they go down to see what happened. They see the zombies closing in on them, and Sally and Tim say to run. Tj starts running, but Becky stays behind and is about to word-up before Sally harshly yells at her to get out of here. Becky is startled for a second after being yelled at like that (and not fully awake) and in her hesitation Sally and Tim are both bitten.

She freezes, not knowing what to do and not realizing what she just saw, until her brother screams, and she flies over to him and saves him

Tj is in shock with the everything going on, not only are his parents probably dead and theres zombies but his sister is flying.

Becky finds a group of people being ushered into DTB’s laboratory, and she and tj end up joining them, as some of the top villains are trying to organize everyone who’s left.

Butcher sees the new kids that came in and tries to help them. Tj just goes along with it, but Becky still wants to help so she sneaks off to find something to do. Honestly I think saving people and helping people would be like a safety blanket for her almost, it’s familiar and comfortable

Dtb ends up finding her and tells her to go to her parents and Becky snaps at him and says she would if she could. Dtb is like “Who is this sassy lost child”

I went on for way to long about this scene to livingislands but basically she kinda breaks down a bit and he slowly realizes that

a) this sobbing kid in pajamas is wordgirl

b) the local superhero is mentally out of commission oh god oh fuck

Long story short the group ends up gathering together in a survival-stake out thing. They look to Becky as their leader, because she reveals she’s wordgirl, and that just puts all the pressure on her that she can’t handle.

Over time the civilians and the villains faction off and start distrusting eachother, with the villains rallying behind DTB now that Granny May got zombied, and the civilians rallying behind Wordgirl who doesn’t want this

A big portion of this is the dynamic between dtb and becky because of course it is but I HAVE thought about other characters. But first im gonna talk about them ok

Blorbo section

You know how when you have one strong emotion about one thing then suddenly every other painful thing you’ve ever repressed comes pouring out? Yeah that’s what Becky’s going through right now. She’s stressed over being a leader, she’s stressed over taking care of her brother, and she’s fucking mourning her parents. Now on top of that she’s dealing with heightened tension between her and violet, AND seeing a little bit more of Steven in dtb every single day

Twobrains is kinda in serious mode. He can’t help but be a sarcastic doofus sometimes but he’s also suddenly in charge of a very serious situation and in like CONSTANT panic mode.

He and becky are kinda forced to interact because the villains all go to him for issues and the civilians all go to her. More and more often though she seems to be asking for his advice more then mutually discussing a problem. And he’s fully aware that his brain does not brain and is just like “Oh god dont fuck this up dont say the wrong thing” meanwhile Becky is so used to being on the top of most power dynamics with the villains, so being extra vulnerable and genuinely needing help from them sometimes is making her insecure

Dtb gets bitten

Okay so no he doesn’t die. But I mean the man has got two brains, he’s a prime target! He manages to get away at the last second, but squeaky is GONE. DONEZO. Mouse brain? No. Zombie mouse brain.

The zombie brain isn’t as smart as the mouse brain so DTB has more agency, but the zombie kill urges are still there. Constantly there.

The main survivor group

Villains

Twobrains- Already went over him mostly. Unofficial leader of the villains when the group starts factioning in half. Stressed out constantly. Half zombie.

The henchmen- Not really on either side. They just follow twobrain’s orders mostly and keep to themselves. Everyone notices Meatloaf is a lot quieter then before.

Nocan- Contraria was overrun so he came to fair city to try and find help. Once he sees Becky is “in charge” in charge he kinda acts like a big dumb guard dog for her, aggressively enforcing her rules, even when she’s not sure of them herself. He’s dealing with a lot of guilt from not being able to save anyone from his homeland.

Tobey- Dealing with his mother’s loss. He spends most of his days trying to create a robot version of her. It’s never enough. He gets into a fight with Becky at some point because she snaps and says he should be helping with his robots instead of staying alone all day. He snaps back hard, and they don’t speak to each other for a little while, until they’re in a situation where they’re forced to, and forced to reconcile

Butcher- he’s kinda the group morale guy, and he has his work cut out for him. He was one of the few trying to make peace between the villains and civilians, knowing that they’re safer in numbers. He hides his own grief and fear for the sake of the others. Really effective at distracting the zombies with meat

Chuck- His brother-jealousy issues go full throttle, he competes with Brent on almost every task around the camp. The brothers and their mom are all in Dtb’s attic together, so they are forced to confront their family dysfunction. He’s also refusing to acknowledge that Whammer is gone, filled with guilt that he never said enough to him or made up for all of their issues. He believes they’ll find him again.

Miss Question- (I just like her let me have this) One of the most aggressive towards the zombies, full-out looking for revenge for the entire villain school and coach

Leslie and Mr. Big- Mr Big provided all of the mattresses initially (his workplace got overrun by zombie unpaid interns) (he runs a worldwide money laundering mattress store monopoly and I will die on this hill) But since money means nothing now he can’t really help much. He’s never felt so inadequate and lashes out a lot, and Leslie is slowly losing her patience with him. She’s one of the main fighters meanwhile. They both love each other (platonic or romantic either way) and are struggling to accept that the power dynamic between them is shifting.

The Best Family- Victor didn’t make it out. Victoria is devastated, and she’s horrified that it doesn’t seem like her parents are too. She sees them trying to still be the best in every petty thing, even though the world is literally ending, and at first she joins them. But now that she’s forced to be in such close proximity with everyone else she finally sees that this isn’t normal. She starts siding with the civilians, away from her parents, and begins staying with Tobey in his room. Even though he’s closed off and strange and nerdy, He reminds her of her brother in some weird way. It’s nice.

Lady Redundant Woman- “Out of every damn person DAVE managed to survive god fucking damn it-“ And then they fall in love

No but seriously Beatrice is so incredibly sour because she can’t go see her copy machines, she has her clones help out (a lot of them have gotten bitten) but she rarely helps herself. When Dave mentions that he misses the copy shop they share a moment of solidarity. Over time Beatrice starts noticing that she feels strange, and realizes that whenever her copies get bitten- she inherits some of those zombie tendencies, uh oh

Invisibill- Big left hand guy proposed two days before the attack. He got bitten protecting Bill. That scene replays in his mind over and over. Angst angst angst edgy edgy edgy

Eileen- Has some sort of mental blockage that is just completely preventing her from processing this whole thing, she acts the same as ever and is REALLY getting on everyone’s nerves. Until the day her mom snaps at her, and her entire world crashes down around her. Eileen whiplashes into becoming incredibly timid, until Becky sits down and has a long conversation with her about their new reality. She breaks through to her a little bit.

Civilians

TJ- Does his best to help, but can only do so much. Spends most of his time with Johnson because Becky is always busy. Becky thinks that she shouldn’t talk to him about what happened, but at the same time is incredibly protective of Tj now, and Tj feels really invalidated by it even if she’s doing her best. He’s not fully over the death of his parents and finds himself looking for them subconsciously around the lair.

Johnson and his mom- They’re dealing with the loss of his dad. It feels like his mom’s pushing him away due to her grief sometimes, and he’s hurt a lot by this. Spends most of his time with Tj, trying to comfort each other and make up games to try and stay happy. It’s not all doom and gloom though, they get to explore a real villains lab, and talk to a bunch of them! Plus, even if she’s being a bit of an overprotective jerk right now, Becky is Wordgirl! Surely with her around, nothing bad will happen to them. Right?

Reginald- Scared of dirt yet forced to work, truly the greatest tragedy of them all

Violet and her uncle- Violet’s mom didn’t make it, but her uncle did, and that’s who she’s staying with. They host a lot of group meditations and mental health sessions, trying to keep everyone sane and do their best to heal themselves and everyone around them. They’ve helped so much, but it never feels like enough. They’re probably processing the situation the best of everyone, but it’s still horrific. Violet sometimes seems to be talking to no one like her mom is still there, whether or not Violet’s losing it or she really contacted her mom’s spirit isn’t something anyone is willing to debate.

Scoops passing hit Violet and Becky like a train. They both don’t know what to do now that their trio became a duo. They miss him a lot, and the tensions run high again. One time they got into a really heated fight, until Violet finds Scoops’ old notepad. The girls silently hold eachother as they read through it

Scoops’ father- coping with the loss of his son. Tries to look after all the other kids best he can

Exposition Guy- Missing his wife and city I don’t have the energy to write angst for him he does the same thing in the show. “Oh no! There are a hoard of zombies on 24th by the gas station on the east side headed this way! What will we do!!”

Brent- Everyone loves him, but he’s just really tired of people pleasing all day. Not to mention his brother is constantly angry at him and he doesn’t know why.

Chuck’s mom- Willfully ignorant of the issues between her sons. Trying to act like everything is normal, in denial

Ms. Champlain- (she’s the art teacher) Bonds with Violet quite a bit, in a few ways filling the void her mother left. She’s also close with Becky and tries to reach out to an unresponsive Tobey, as she feels responsible for all her students

Dave- He’s annoyingly positive but it’s only to mask the intense sadness because he thinks that if he’s negative for one second the world will explode. Pack it up Kenneth from 30 rock

Rose and her dad- i’m gonna be honest most of these civilians are added so I can have a somewhat equal amount of civilians and villains. These two are doing their best and are just as freaked out as everyone

Eileen’s mom- Tried to shield her baby from everything that’s happening but it just became too much.

Non-Zombie characters not in the main group

Rex/Kid math- Dealing with his own city apocalypse

Huggy- Stayed behind with Sally and Tim but made it out. Started his own pet-group of zombie fighters after he was unable to look for/ find Becky

Random things

Granny May refused to hide until she saved every villain or died trying

if DTB or Beatrice theoretically bite anyone and go through skin it will zombify them

You can tell who the zombies used to be. It makes taking them out harder. Yeah.

[fruitcoops]

Can I please ask for some protective Cubs and/or Coops. I adore these boys and I love the fics where they always have each other’s backs. It could be a similar situation to Remus and that Stan guy or something different. No pressure or anything and if you don’t vibe with this prompt don’t stess bestie

Yes, I love protective Lions! For the anon whose meds got mixed up: I'm so sorry that happened, and I hope this provides the comfort you were looking for in the form of Cub lovin' <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for panic attacks, forgetting to eat a healthy meal

It was Sirius who noticed first. Then Remus. Then Finn.

He was still kicking himself over that one, to be honest.

Sirius moved like a solid wall, murmuring in quiet French as he led Logan out of the gym and into the hall with Remus hot on their heels. A pang hit Finn right in the heart—I want to understand, he thought, fervent and afraid as he set the jump rope down. I would build the Tower of Babel again to understand how to help.

His pulse picked up; sweat itched at his forehead even after he stopped exercising. “Something’s wrong,” Leo said under his breath as they hurried into the hall.

Obviously, Finn bit back. He should have known since the second Logan started snapping his fingers in a nervous tic, should have seen the fucking signs—

“Everything alright?” James asked cautiously from the weight bench where he laid. “Did someone get hurt?”

“Just—just hang on a second.”

“Respire.” Sirius sat crosslegged across from Logan, whose eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned his head against the wall about ten feet from the door. “Logan, respire.”

A gentle but firm hand moved Finn out of the way by his shoulder; Remus slipped past them with a cup of water. “Drink this,” he ordered as he took Logan’s twitching hand between his own. “Open your eyes if you can.”

“Gonna throw up,” Logan managed, his voice high and reedy.

“Lo?” Finn’s mouth was dry. Logan hadn’t had a panic attack since their last year at Harvard together—he barely remembered what to do.

Logan’s chest caved at the sound of his voice, and one pale green eye cracked open to stare at him in sheer terror. “Finn. Finn, it’s happening, I don’t know what to do—”

“Move.” Finn’s throat hurt, but his brain kicked into autopilot. I can fix this. “Leo, get some damp paper towels from the break room. Cap, give him space.”

Leo disappeared from his stunned place by his side; after a moment’s hesitation, Sirius held his hands up and backed away. Logan was still gripping Remus’ hand with white knuckles. “How do I help?” Remus asked as soon as Finn knelt next to Logan.

“Grab some more water, and granola bars.” Slowly and deliberately, he reached up and cupped the side of Logan’s face. He had never allowed himself to do it at Harvard, but Logan always came back to himself quicker with a grounding touch. “Logan, can you look at me for a second?”

He shook his head. “Gonna throw up.”

“Alright.” With a shaky exhale, Logan leaned into his palm. “There you go, good job. Are you still dizzy?”

“Little bit.”

Past adrenaline rush, past collapsing, moving through dizziness. Finn ran through his mental checklist like it was just yesterday that Logan had crumbled after a bad game in from of scouts. “Cap was right, you need to breathe. I’ll do it with you, okay?”

He watched Logan’s chest move up and down, erratic at first before slowing to match Finn’s steady pace. Something damp and cool brushed against his free hand and he pressed the paper towel to Logan’s forehead, then kissed Leo’s cheek in gratitude as he sat down. “What happened, love?”

Logan swallowed hard and licked his lips, but his eyes were opening. “Dunno. I was almost at the end of my reps. I was fine.”

“Did you eat?” Sirius asked quietly to his left, waiting with his arms crossed. Despite his stance, he didn’t look angry.

“Bagel for breakfast. Coffee.”

His mouth tilted down. “That’s not enough.”

“Desole.”

“We’re not upset,” Finn assured him, sliding the makeshift washcloth to his temple. “Just worried.”

“It’s really warm in here,” Logan panted. His pupils had dilated so far they almost masked the green entirely. Past dizziness, into dehydration. “Is anyone else warm?”

Finn’s sweat was already cooling on his body as he handed him the water glass. “Drink.”

In twenty seconds, half of it was gone. A decent amount spilled over the front of Logan’s shirt from his shaking hands, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Leo’s whole face was lined with concern. “Better?”

“Oui.”

Finn glanced up at the others and gave them a quick nod. We’ve got him. Sirius squeezed his shoulder as he passed, and Remus passed him a couple energy bars before heading back into the gym. Logan’s breaths were coming easier; they waited in silence until the rest of the water was gone and his face regained some of its color. “You can’t skip breakfast on heavy workout days, Lo,” Finn said, folding his legs under himself. “You know that’s how these get triggered.”

“It’s been long enough that I thought I’d be alright.”

“Does this happen a lot with you?” Leo asked. Insecurity flickered over his face and Finn felt a stab of guilt.

Thankfully, Logan shook his head. “Not for a while. They used to, back in school.”

“Then why’d you skip breakfast if you knew it might happen?”

“I slept weird. Didn’t wake up hungry, and by the time I was, we had to go.”

“We can take another five or ten minutes to make sure you eat instead of having a panic attack.” Just to make that extremely clear, he added in his mind. “For future reference.”

Logan’s nose twitched as he looked toward the gym door. “Sorry for interrupting your practice.”

“Health comes first,” Leo said firmly. “Practice won’t ever be more important than your safety.”

“It’s our job—”

Finn held his hands up in a timeout motion. “Panic attacks aren’t something we fuck around with, remember? The guys will understand. Coach will understand. Besides, we’re your boyfriends. It’s our job to take care of you when you’re feeling shitty.”

Logan looked between them, sighed, and leaned forward to rest his forehead on both their shoulders. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Leo said into the soft skin of his neck with a light kiss.

Finn rubbed small circles onto the back of his hand and buried his face Logan’s slightly-sweaty curls. “Love you, three. Ready to head back in?”

“Only if you’re ready for me to kick your ass in squats.”

Leo snorted. “Bold of you to assume Cap’s letting you near anything heavy for the next 24 hours.”

“That assumes he lets you in the gym at all,” Finn amended.

Logan rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“And I’m sure he’ll believe you, after you’ve been cleared by every doctor in a four-mile radius.”

“I’ll make him let me in.”

“Now that I’d pay to see,” Finn laughed. He internally cheered at the rosy splotches of temper that lived a semi-permanent life on Logan’s cheeks.

Leo nodded. “A true battle of wills.”

Logan’s jaw ticked at the side. “You’re the worst boyfriends ever.”

“Nah, we’re just protecting you from your big bad older brother who is fully capable of banning you from the gym if you don’t play your cards right.” They heaved him to his feet by his hands; if Finn spent a little extra time dusting his back and thighs off, that was nobody’s business but their own.

“Are you done?” Logan asked with clear amusement written all over his face.

“I’m protecting the booty,” Finn said solemnly. Next to him, Leo fought a valiant battle against the grin trying to take over his face. “It’s a very important booty, you know.”

“Like you’d know, Pancake O’Hara.” With a playful smack to his—admittedly lacking, in comparison—rear end, Logan strolled back down the hall to the gym and pulled the door open.

“Yoga mats,” Sirius said without preamble. Leo clamped a hand over his mouth and hid his face in Finn’s shoulder.

“But—”

“Yoga mats. If you even breathe on the weights, I swear to god I’ll sit on you.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius narrowed his eyes down the hall. “You two have absolutely no excuse to chill out here. Congrats, Harzy, your rotation for the bench press just started. Knutty, Bliz is waiting for you by the ice baths.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned.

Even Sirius looked sympathetic as he moved aside to let Logan in. “It’s only fifteen minutes. You’ll sur—Logan, put that down!”

[moregaythanyourealized]

First Impressions

Otto Octavius x reader

Working with others wasn’t your strong suit. People think you’re vulgar and rude. You like to call yourself brutally honest. This job wasn’t an exception. A science company that needed engineers, mechanics, and strong minds like your own. You had only been working here for a few months when gossip about a new super project was being passed around. No one bothered to tell you, of course. You just overheard it on your coffee break. Apparently some great scientist was coming in and taking over the entire lab.

Usually you’d be excited for an advancement in the world of fusion. But this new rich snobby scientist meant that for however long this project took you’d have; No office, Less working hours (meaning less pay), and worst of all....small talk

It was the day the new scientist was supposed to come in, you now knew his name was Otto Octavius. Your desk and your co workers desks were moved out of the lab and into a much smaller space. Cramping you all together like rats. You wore your usual attire and annoyed look as you entered the building. Although today you dawned some stylish eyeliner. Not for him of course, everybody was working extra hard to look presentable and professional. You passed by a co-worker who you didn’t really hate as much,

“Yo, Kathleen, is that guy here yet? Or do you think he’s too busy getting the windows on his lamborghini re-tinted?” You snorted at your own joke waiting for her response,

“Uh, he’s upstairs I think...in the lab.” You thanked her and walked up the steps. You pushed through nerds and geeks trying to reach your desk. A folder of your ideas carefully sealed with colorful clips sat in your drawer.

“L/n!” Turning around your boss was at the end of the hall stomping his feet,

“You were supposed to be in the lab by 7:30!” You glanced at the clock on the wall, 7:46,

“My apologies sir. I didn’t realize everyone would have a stick up their ass this morning. Besides traffic on the way here is always shitty.” You absentmindedly looked through your folder and took one page out pinning it to your cork board, until your boss grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him. His breath was heinous,

“Listen L/n, on a normal day I’d let you get away with being like this. But this is too important for you to fuck up.” glaring at you he released your arm,

“Get your shit together.” He spat. Waiting until he rounded the corner you groaned and tugged at your hair. Today just wasn’t your day. Taking a deep breath you smoothed out your shirt and walked to the lab pushing the door open and continuing inside. The colder air made you relax a bit. Hoping you’d be able to get some work done you sat down on a metal table in the corner. Crossing your legs and looking over blueprints for the next big thing in New York. The above ground bullet train. Sleek design and smooth riding on the rails...you hoped.

Kathleen walked in and shyly rapped your shoulder,

“Did you meet Mr Octavius?”

“He hasn’t come in yet.” You replied glancing her way, admiring how nice she looked even when she wasn’t trying,

“He’s right over there.” She points to a hunched over man in a red sweater. You got off the table and stared,

“That’s him? I thought he was like a janitor or some shit.” The man looked up raising a brow.

Fuck...probably said that too loud.

Waving awkwardly you grabbed Kathleen’s arm and dragged her over to the main table with you,

“Hello, I’m Dr Octavius. I believe we’ll be working together for the next few weeks.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand which Kathleen accepted greatly,

“Actually Dr,” You chimed,

“You’ll be working with people from the east wing. They’re just letting you invade our entire office.” Kathleen stamped down on your foot lightly before turning back to the doctor,

“Y/n was just going to get me some coffee, do you want any Dr?” He nodded and you walked out making sure to slam the door. Stupid jerk, wearing a cute fucking sweater, trying to act all innocent. Trying to play god and mess with whatever sanity I have left. Pouring two cups of coffee you sighed, watching the steam spiral from the cup in a calming manner. Putting milk and sugar into one and nothing into the other.

Re-entering the lab Kathleen was no longer there. A disturbing silence made you want to turn on your radio. Octavius was still leaning over the desk writing things down. You held the drink infront of him,

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” Your eye twitched. That was the final straw. You yanked the coffee back spilling it a bit,

“My name is Y/n L/n, I may not have your money or title but I expect the same respect you’d give any man on this team. Do you understand me?” He stood up quickly. You didn’t realize he was so tall,

“Now wait a moment Y/n, just a few minutes ago you were cursing and accusing me. Respect is about the last thing on my mind when I think of you.” Ah shit, he was kinda right. You weren’t mad at him. You were just mad at the world. Still you had bad energy in your system,

“But I apologize for calling you sweetheart. It was a crude mistake.” You set both coffees down gently and folded your arms looking at your boots. Saying sorry was the right thing to do, even if it sucked,

“I’m sorry for the way I acted Dr, I guess I’m just a little upset with the pay cuts.” He paused,

“They’re cutting your pay?” You nodded and sat down in one of the metal chairs,

“Everyone here who doesn’t work 24/7 alongside you for the next month gets their pay cut in half until you’re out of here.”

“But you didn’t choose to work less, that doesn’t seem right.” You sighed and rested your head on the table,

“Tell me about it.” While enjoying the feeling of cool table on your cheek you noticed one of his papers. You grabbed it and a pencil before erasing some of his math. You could feel him focused on you,

“Staring is rude.” You said not taking your eyes off the equations,

“You seem to be as well.” Chuckling a bit he sat down and tapped your hand drawing your attention to his soft features,

“I think I know what’s bothering you.”

“I already told you what’s bothering me.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue,

“No, not that. When you left for coffee, Kathleen and I had a small talk about your behavior” Jesus, he sounds like a high school principal,

“She told me that you act like this a lot around other people. And it’s my personal hypothesis that you are intimidated by others who you believe to be smarter or better. You’re afraid of losing your job and not being able to prove yourself. I’m assuming that started in your childhood, either with an absent father figure or bullies at school.” You sat in disbelief. No one had ever really laid out your problems and made them seem so simple. Your face heated up and you clenched your hands. Why did this make you feel so stupid? Why did he think he knew more about your feelings than you did?

Standing up you turned away. Once a demanding and harsh voice was now quiet and small failing to hide your distraught,

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

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The rest of the day was slow. Your desk felt like a prison where time never moved forward. Rethinking what he said. The repeated movie in your brain of him lecturing you, All of it slowly morphed into him not making noise at all. His mouth moved but no sound, it was wonderful. You just imagined him, dark eyes, large stature looming over you, soft hands....

“Y/n?”

“Fuck!” You hit your head against the wall and turned to see Kathleen. She leaned in to make sure you’re okay, her perfume hit your nose and you tried not to seem like you were enjoying the moment too much,

“What do you need Kathy?”

“Dr Octavius asked me to give this to you.” She handed you an envelope and hastily exited the room. The crisp paper unfolded in your hands. Reading the letter was like fiery kisses to your skin. Words pouring out like water from a faucet.

Y/n,

We obviously got off on the wrong foot. I do not think of you as a subordinate and I certainly hope you do not think of me as a threat. We both overstepped personal and professional boundaries today. I apologize sincerely for making you uncomfortable. What is science if not testing the waters though? To show my attitude towards a better future working together I invite you to lunch tomorrow downtown. I will pick you up outside at 12:30

All the best,

Dr Otto Octavius

Pinning the letter up next to your project on the cork board you admired it smiling. Perhaps second impressions will set you both straight.