#but the light on the stick keeps flashing for ~5 minutes like

[a-girl-called-bob]

ughhhhhhh my shitty chromebook stopped booting but all of my recovery stuff says the hardware is fine but every time i try to install some garbage debian based os to just try and get something i can use libreoffice and firefox on the installer quits with no log and an error that nobody seems tl have ever gotten with this installer program before and like the fact that it boots at all even just from live is better than nothing but i'm so fuckin tired i just want this thing to work

[aprocessionofthoughts]

A Haunting

dannymay day 26 art/fic switch

dp x dc crossover

1905 words

Danny was so done with Skulker. It was one thing to chase him and try to catch him to hang his skiing above the mantle, but it was a totally different thing to yeet him into an alternate timeline/dimension. Danny didn’t really care which. And he was extra annoying about it too. 

Skulker had been chasing Danny through Amity when a natural portal had opened up. Danny had been distracted and Skulker had used the opportunity to grab him and throw him through the portal,

And that was it. 

And so here Danny was who knows where, who knows when, for who knew how long. Well, Clockwork knows but that’s the equivalent of no one knowing because the Ancient doesn't know how to communicate.

Maybe Danny should sick Jazz on him to teach him the importance of communication. And also sick her on Skulker to teach him that it’s rude to launch your adversaries into unknown portals.

But first things first. He was hungry and required sustenance, preferably the greasy kind. 

Invisibly and intangibly he floated down to search for some food. Just in time to miss a bat swooping down onto the roof.

=-=-=-

Red Hood had been in the middle of…persuading one of Falcone’s members to talk when he saw a flash of green in the corner of his vision. He tossed the man aside and turned to see a crack in the sky the same color as the Lazarus pits open up above an abandoned apartment building. He could just see something falling through before the crack in the sky closed up. 

He was moving before he really thought about it.

It took him less than 5 minutes to land on the building's roof but as far as he could see there was nothing.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching up to his com.

“Oracle, I need you to pull up any feeds around the old Adam Apartments.”

“What am I looking for?”

“You’ll know when you see it.”

“What do you mean… oh. I’m patching everyone else in.”

“What is it, Oracle?” came NItghwing’s voice amidst the sounds of fighting.

“Hood spotted an anomaly over the Adam Apartments. It looked like a Lazarus Pit.

There was silence for a moment, then…

“What do you mean a Lazarus Pit!?”

“Are there any League members nearby?”

“Do we know where Talia is?”

“Are you sure Hood saw a pit?”

“Quiet! Hood tell us what happened.: came B’s voice.

“I was doing some business when I spotted a green tear in the sky. Something or someone fell out but when I got to the building I couldn’t find anything.”

“Alright, Nightwing heads over to Hood’s position and help investigate. Oracle, keep looking through any nearby cameras.  Everyone else, stick to your normal patrols and keep a lookout for any other anomalies.

A chorus of ‘yes, sirs’ and ‘will do , B’ sounded before the coms fell quiet.

=-=-

After Danny had eaten, a burger he had to swipe because apparently money was different in this dimension, he decided to explore. After all, there wasn’t much he could do except wait for a natural portal to show up. He stopped a few crimes because why not. And, he had to admit, it was hilarious to spook people with his slightly more eldritch form. Though, the muttering about another bat was confusing.

After flying through the shadier parts of town he came across some large mansions. And, well, Danny had always wanted to try his hand at haunting. 

-=-=-

Danny had only just started exploring the mansion and he had already found out that the owners were either furries or vigilantes. Then again, this was a different dimension. Maybe everyone here had secret basements and furry costumes. Danny shouldn’t assume. Then again again, his parents had a secret basement (kind of) and he was a vigilante (kind of). So, he totally had the right to assume. And judge. Who dressed up like bats and traffic lights?

Though, it would be cool to have a whole big lair with lots of gadgets instead of just hiding things under floorboards and in walls.

At least now he knew why the criminals he scared kept muttering about bats. 

But now it was time to start haunting!

-=-=

Time knew he should be in bed. Had been told repeatedly that he should go to bed. Had been  threatened that if he didn’t go to bed there would be consequences. But, well… he was technically in bed. Even if he wasn’t sleeping, or resting, he was sitting in bed. That had to count for something. Besides, he’d sleep as soon as he finished updating this case file. Maybe. He reached for his cup of coffee (decaf if anyone asked) and went to take a sip. But nothing came out. Tim frowned; he was sure he had just refilled it recently. That’s why he kept the secret coffee maker in his closet. He looked away from his computer to his cup and his frown deepened. His coffee was frozen.

-=-=-

Dick was staying at the manor over the weekend to help finish up a case which would probably now be delayed because of the Lazarus green anomaly that had been spotted. Oh well, that was a worry for tomorrow. Right now he was ready for a nice hot shower to relax his muscles and then a good sleep before waking up to a delicious Alfred made breakfast. 

After walking out of the shower he found his window open. Dick frowned. That was strange. He was sure the window had been closed. He shrugged, it was probably one of his siblings. He closed it and went to pull his sleepwear on. He was about to turn his lamp off when he saw that the window was open. He narrowed his eyes. He closed it again and watched it, but nothing happened. He turned towards his bed when he heard the window opening. He turned quickly but there was no one there and the window was open again.

-=-=-=

Damien had just laid down when his door creaked open.

“Who is it?” 

No one answered. Damien huffed and got up to close the door. It was probably Drake or maybe Todd. Regardless, Damien thought as he walked back to his bed, he would find out who and would show that they shouldn't mess with an Al’ Ghul.

His door creaked open again and Damien growled as he stalked open and slammed the door closed. Before he could turn around the door creaked open.

Damien inspected the door but couldn’t see how someone would be opening it remotely. 

He closed it again and when nothing happened headed back to bed. Had just closed his eyes several minutes later when the door opened again.

=-=-=

Jason had debated going to his safehouse but, and he wouldn’t admit this to anyone except maybe Alfred, he was nervous. Anything related to the Pits made him nervous. He didn’t want to fall back into a murderous rage. So, he’d stay at the manor just for tonight.

He still felt a little off. The Pit felt like it was stirring, but he didn’t feel angry. It felt like the Pit was calling out to something. Jason tried to ignore it as he made his way to his room where he hung up his leather jacket. Which promptly fell down. Jason rolled his eyes and picked up, he shivered his room felt colder than usual. He hung his jacket up and turned around only to hear it fall again. He scowled. If one of his brothers had done something…. But no, the hook looked normal and his jacket was fine.

But it wouldn’t stay hung up! Everytime he hung it up it promptly fell back down.

Well fine! If it wanted to lie on the ground then it would stay there. He was going to bed.

-=-=

Bruce was typing up tonight's report on the Batcomputer when the screen shut down. He frowned, The Batcomputer wasn’t supposed to randomly shut down. He turned it on but when he clicked on the report it opened up a video with some music video with some guy sign ‘never gonna give you up.’ Bruce scowled harder and clicked out and went back to the file. But this time when he tried typing no matter what keys he hit the only words that appeared on screen were the same lyrics.

He sighed. This was undoubtedly one of his kids trying to get him to go to bed. But just in case.

“Oracle, is there anything wrong with the Batcomputer?”

“Not that I can tell. Oh wait.”

Bruce tensed.

Oracle sounded like she was laughing.

“What is it?” 

“It looks like someone activated the “Rick Roll Procedure.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about, it was probably one of the boys.”

“Oracle, what’s the “Rick Roll Procedure”?

“Sorry, B. Got to go.” she signed off.

Bruce grunted. Fine, he’d go to bed, if only to please Alred.

=-=

Alfred was in the kitchen beginning preparation for tomorrow's breakfast. The scone dough was ready, all he needed to do was add the apples and then he could b=put it in the fridge to bake tomorrow. When he reached for the bowl containing the pre-cut apples his hand found nothing. He turned and saw that the bowl of apples had been moved farther away and a bag of chocolate chips had been placed near his mixing bowl. Alfred raised an eyebrow and went to retrieve the apples, but just as he reached it the bowl slid further away. 

Alfred froze. He looked around the kitchen but didn’t see any of the boys. But his eyes caught on an odd shimmer in the air near the apples.

Well then.

“Hello, there. I was unaware we had a guest. If you’ll allow me to take the apples I’ll make another batch of scones with chocolate chips.”

Nothing happened for a moment, but the bowl of apples slid towards him.

“Thank you very much.” Alfred said before returning to his work. He’d let Master Bruce know tomorrow morning that they might have a new family member soon.

=-=-=-

The next morning at breakfast there was much glaring and staring at one another through squinted eyes trying to establish guilt.

Finally, Damian spoke up. “Alright, which of you kept childishly opening my door?”

“What are you talking about? The real question is who messed with my coat hanger?” Jason said, pointing his fork at Damian.

“Well someone kept opening my window.”

“And someone froze my coffee.”

“What are you boys talking about?” Bruce said, setting down his newspaper.

“Someone’s been messing with things around the manor and it wasn’t me,” Jason said.

“We’re being haunted!” Dick said with way too much enthusiasm.

“What?” Bruce asked, sounding somewhere between confused and concerned, a common occurrence when it came to his sons.

“Are you discussing our guest?” Alfred asked as he came in carrying two plates of scones. “It is thanks to them that we are having both apple cinnamon and chocolate chip scones.”

A clamor arose.

“What!

“Who?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What is their purpose here?”

Alfred cleared his throat and everyone fell silent. “Perhaps, they’d like to introduce themselves?” He looked toward the back corner of the room, one eyebrow raised.

Everyone turned to stare just as a floating figure materialized. “Hi, I’m Danny, you’re resident Casper.”

[being-addie]

How to have a productive study session.

When your finals are in 2 days, and you've definitely NOT studied enough, it's normal to panic. You sit down to study and get a solid 30 minutes of calculus done, then jump down the rabbit hole called YouTube. Soon enough the dread creeps up because you're still not done.

As a girl who doesn't attend school regularly due to coaching classes I go to (I'll expand on this later), it's pretty easy to forget to study for exams and projects.

But there's nothing better than getting 98% on that exam. So I'm writing this as someone who's been scoring straight As all my life. Here's how to have a productive study session:

Note: This isn't a guide for romanticising studies. This is meant for a serious, productive session. I will, however, be making a guide to help romanticise studies because I've found it helps a lot.

Before you study

Identify what your distractions are: Let's be real, almost everyone has their phone on hand during study sessions. Put your phone on Do Not Disturb and keep it in a corner of the room. Add a few selected contacts that can reach you while your phone is on DND. If you can turn off notifications entirely, do that.

Taking measures: After I keep my phone away, my brain turns to the next thing it could be distracted by. My laptop and tablet. Put those devices in focus mode, so you won't be tempted to use any other apps and use a Chrome extension like StayFocused or WasteNoTime to not get sidetracked.

Resources: Make sure you have all your material on hand. Video lectures, notes, guides, your formula sheet, and flash cards. Keep everything on hand so you won't have to rifle through papers to find that reference sheet.

Your space: Clean your desk. Keep only the things you need. Your pens and pencils, chargers, annotation material and water bottle. If you want, light a candle. Do not clutter it unnecessarily. Your desk is a sacred space. Treat it that way.

When you sit down

The checklist: Do you have all the material required? Electronics, chargers, a snack and a drink? Water bottle? Extra pen? If you have everything beforehand, you'll be less likely to lose focus because you forgot to charge your headphones.

Make a plan: I cannot stress this enough. You'll sit down and just start studying, and next thing you know, it's 7pm and all you've done is watch videos on celebrity drama. Make a goddamn plan. Write down a realistic number of chapters you can complete and then STICK TO IT.

Begin: Reread and review your notes. I usually like to rewrite my notes in neater handwriting, because my handwriting in class is appalling. To really solidify information, I recommend the 'Blurting' method. Read a paragraph, then close the book and say what you understood out loud. Reread to see what you missed and take note. I did this for my history exam and got a 100%. This shit works for a reason. Use the Pomodoro technique to maximise productivity. Set an alarm for 25 minutes, and do intensive study. Once that's done, take a 5-minute break. Return and repeat.

IMPORTANT

Take a break: Ah yes, if you don't get up every 40 minutes or so for a break, eventually whatever you're studying will start looking like garbage and you'll be back to square one. GET UP. Walk around. STRETCH. You've been looking like a croissant🥐. Eat something. Rehydrate.

Forgive yourself: If you couldn't hit your target, don't be harsh on yourself. Find out the cause: Were you distracted? Did something unavoidable come up? Then try to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Study buddy: This is a double-edged sword. Studying with a friend can either increase your productivity by a massive amount, or it can help you get absolutely zero work done. When revising with a friend, make sure you study with someone who has the same goals as you and won't get distracted by things.

It's 2023, procrastination is cancelled. Go drink some water, eat a granola bar and finish that assignment you've been delaying. Be the person who finishes all their work, on time and perfectly. You can do it.

<3

[justletmewritepls]

Memories (Tokyo Revengers Mikey x Reader)

Chapter 10

The day of the school festival had finally arrived, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Super Nova had played plenty of gigs before, but this was different. This was the first time we’d be performing in front of the entire school. I could feel the weight of it on my shoulders. We were ready, or at least, I hoped we were.

Yes, I went to the same school as my bandmates, they were all just in the year above me which made me sad cause they'd be going to high school soon. Whether the band stayed together or not was uncertain and unaddressed.

I glanced over at my bandmates, all of whom were in varying degrees of nervousness. Shindo was doing his usual thing, strumming his guitar absently and cracking jokes, trying to ease the tension.

"You good?" I called out, a little smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

He flashed me one of his trademark grins. "Of course, I’m always good! You, on the other hand, look like you're about to jump off the stage and run away. Relax, we’ve got this."

I rolled my eyes. "I’m not that bad." But I couldn't hide the nerves in my voice. This was a big deal, and I was feeling the pressure.

Bakugo wasn’t making things any easier. His usual scowl was in full effect as he sat behind his drums, tapping his sticks against the floor with impatience.

"Stop staring at me, dumbass," he snapped when he caught me looking his way. "I’m ready, so stop acting like you’re the only one who's nervous."

I could tell he was trying to act tougher than he felt, but honestly, we were all in the same boat. This was our first time playing in front of the whole school, and we couldn’t afford to screw it up.

Yamada was just as blunt as ever, standing off to the side, his bass guitar in hand as he surveyed the setup. "We’ve got two minutes before we go on, and you all still look like you’re about to pass out. Focus," he said, his voice low but firm. He wasn’t one for fluff, just straight to the point.

And then there was Kamado, quietly adjusting the keys on his piano, his expression soft but filled with concentration. He was the calming force in the band, the one who always tried to keep everyone together when the stress started building.

"Hey, Kamado," I called softly, walking over to him. "You feeling okay?"

He smiled at me, though it was a bit hesitant. "Yeah, just making sure everything’s in tune. We’ve got this, Y/n."

"Right," I said with a smile, feeling a little more reassured. "Let’s do this."

Just as we were about to head on stage, the crowd’s chatter grew louder, signaling that the audience was ready. But something caught my eye—Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya were standing off to the side, near the back of the audience. They weren’t making a big show of it, blending in with the crowd like they were just another group of students, but I knew them too well. My heart skipped a beat as I caught Mikey’s familiar smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I quickly turned my attention back to the stage as the lights flickered, signaling that it was time.

"Alright, everyone," I said, clapping my hands. "We’re on in 10 (seconds). Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget."

We took our places on stage, and the moment the music started, the nerves melted away. The first chord rang out from Shindo’s guitar, and the crowd erupted in applause. My voice, which had been shaky moments before, now poured out with passion as we played through the first song.

(Because it's a school event, it's only clean versions)

1. One for the money - Escape the Fate (you took lead guitar and back up vocals and shredded the guitar solo)

2. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) – My Chemical Romance (Duet with Shindo)

3. Decode – Paramore

4. I Don’t Wanna Be In Love (Dance Floor Anthem) – Good Charlotte  (you do back up vocals)

5. CrushCrushCrush – Paramore  (you tried your hardest to avoid all eye contact with Mikey during this song)

6. Stupid Girl – Garbage

7. Love Is A Battlefield – Pat Benatar (cover)

8. Misery Business – Paramore

9. The Only Exception – Paramore

10. Gives You Hell – The All-American Rejects (you do back up vocals) ((Bakugo's favorite song, like man be vibing with this one heavy))

11. Hell is for children - Pat Benatar

12. Sugar, We're Goin Down – Fall Out Boy (Duet with Shindo)

13. The Pretender – Foo Fighters  (you sing main vocals while Shindo does backup vocals, he also does the opening vocals) ((Mikey, Draken and Mitsuya really, really liked this one. Jamming really hard and almost looking like they had their own mosh pit as they slammed shoulders against each other))

The performance was exhilarating. Every note, every beat, felt like it was building something—something real. The crowd was electrified, and my nerves dissipated with each cheer. But despite the adrenaline, I couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on me. Every time I glanced over toward the back of the crowd, I saw Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya watching quietly, I did notice them dancing and singing along at times with the rest of the crowd. Mikey’s gaze always seemed to be locked on me, and it was hard not to notice.

After what felt like both a lifetime and the blink of an eye, we finished our final song. The crowd’s applause thundered in my ears, but I couldn’t help feeling unsettled. I could feel Mikey’s presence even after the performance was over.

Backstage, the band was buzzing with excitement. Everyone was congratulating each other, but my mind kept drifting to the boys in the crowd. I tried to push the thoughts away. There was no time to dwell on that right now. We had just rocked that stage.

I made my way to the corner, catching my breath and trying to center myself. That’s when I noticed Takemichi standing by Mikey and Draken, laughing awkwardly as they spoke to him. I frowned instinctively. It was the way Mikey and Draken were interacting with Takemichi that gave me pause. Takemichi was so open and trusting, and Mikey... Mikey was Mikey—charming but complicated. I couldn’t help but feel a knot in my stomach.

Takemichi had become a close friend of mine over the past few months, but I couldn’t ignore the way his life seemed to be getting entangled with Toman, despite my warning.  

I stood there for a moment, watching from the shadows as Takemichi nervously laughed at something Draken had said. Mikey’s smile was small, almost wistful, and he placed a hand on Takemichi’s shoulder like they were old friends. It was clear Mikey had been making an effort to get closer to Takemichi—maybe even trying to draw him into the fold. I shake the idea from my head, he wouldn't do that I'm just being paranoid.

I didn’t approach. I didn’t say anything. I just watched from the distance, my worry growing with each passing second. I couldn’t let Takemichi get too close to them. I couldn’t let him become a part of their world.

But what could I say? What right did I have to stop him? 

Before I could talk myself into walking over, Shindo appeared beside me, nudging me with his elbow. "You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

I blinked, tearing my gaze away from Takemichi and the boys. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "I’m fine."

I looked back toward the group one last time, my eyes locking on Mikey. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unresolved between us. Something I wasn’t ready to deal with, not yet. We had gotten closer this last 2 or so weeks but that doesn't mean I fully trust him again...he was still in Toman.

"Alright, alright," Shindo said, interrupting my thoughts. "Let’s grab some snacks. You look like you could use a break."

I nodded, trying to push the worry aside. For now, I needed to focus on the band, on the music. That was the only thing that mattered, even if I couldn’t stop thinking about the boys and the world they were part of.

We were all standing outside the venue, winding down from the rush of the show, when I saw Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya leaving. Takemichi was still talking to them, his voice growing quieter as they walked off. I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach as I watched Takemichi walk further and further away from me, heading in their direction.

I could only hope he wouldn’t get too close to them. I could only hope he wouldn’t get swept into their world.

But something told me I wasn’t going to be able to stop it.

[taoofshigeru]

Sea of Stars Initial Thoughts

I started on Sea of Stars last night. Quick assorted thoughts (bulleted with asterisks because tumblr autoformats my preferred > bullets):

*I was actually really bored for the first hour or so. I don't like extended childhood flashbacks all that much, and they teased us with the adult protagonists before sending us through the flashback/montage of all time. I got why we needed to see Valere and Zale and Garl enter into the forbidden cave and have Garl get hurt. But afterwards, I feel like a good film editor could've cut the sequence where Valere and Zale start training, start sewing, continue sewing, continue training, train some more, say their solstice warrior vows, complete their final training test, and walk through the first dungeon before flashing 5 minutes forward to the tutorial at the start of the game. My beef is not with the extended academy sequence, but with having the game start with them as adults if it's gonna flash back that quickly for that long. **BUT I can at least see what they were going for because Garl seems to be the emotional center of the game thus far, and that has real narrative potential. It frames the story so that we're introduced to Valere+Zale, they're very open about the guilt and regrets of the incident that led to Garl losing his eye, and then we see how it happened and how they never saw him for ten years since. But then the cookie jar+note shows up midway through the montage, and it's pretty clear he doesn't hold a grudge and still cares for them, and they still care for him. **Then he shows up in modern times as a jolly giant with cooking skills and a sincere desire to come along and help. Valere and Zale are actually hesitant to let him come, without any adults present to tell them no, because they know how dangerous it will be. But he sticks it out and makes his point that the cooking and beefy physique make him an asset, and the three friends are reunited with another huge hug. It's very sweet, but it also highlights that Garl, despite not being "chosen", has something that makes him an indispensable part of the group. Dude's got a great attitude and is keeping himself in the battle party through years of hard work not unlike what Valere and Zale experienced in the opening hour. **Like, between the Archivist and Elder Mist's vague statements about slight diversions from the initial timeline/Garl's unique potential of bringing "it" back, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the secret sauce that saves the world when all is said and done. And if that happens, 11/10 writing.

*Combat is so-so so far. The combined mechanics of timed hits/breaks are hit or miss in my book. I always feel like I'm leaving stuff on the table, and it feels like a more button-mash heavy version of Octopath Traveler's break/boost system without the corresponding ability to autopilot vs mobs because attention is always needed to block enemy attacks. It feels mechanically like a game that considered various criticisms of turn-based RPGs and ended up with mechanics that might attempt to appeal to people who didn't like the genre to begin with. That said, only 90 minutes in and ready to reconsider my opinion as new info comes to light.

*I wanted to hold off on Crosscode comparisons, despite the fact that both are heavy on isometric platforming elements and hidden object-heavy environments. But then the Forbidden Cave literally had a Laser Bridge!

Emilie-Sophie de Belmond would be proud.

[prep4tomoro]

5 Minute Emergency Prep Projects for People with No Time:

One excuse used for not preparing for an emergency is that it takes a lot of time. True enough. Anything you pursue with passion and intensity is going to take some time. On the other hand, here is a list of preparation activities that can be undertaken in just five minutes. Preparing for a disaster or crisis or even an economic collapse does not have to be an insurmountable task. Breaking tasks down in to manageable chunks will make the job less chore-like and less of a burden. As a bonus, when you are done, you will feel the sense of satisfaction that comes from knowing that you have done something to secure your safety and well-being if it all goes to heck. Make every day a prepping day; even if it's for only 5 minutes!

1. Purchase a prepping notebook or binder to record information needed in the event of an emergency.

2. Wash out empty juice jugs, swish with a bit of bleach and fill them with water for an emergency. Be sure to date them so that you that you can rotate them on 6-month basis.

3. Place a pair of shoes, socks, work gloves, a whistle, and a light stick or flashlight with batteries under your bed for use during or after an emergency.

4. Talk to family members about how to re-unite with each other following a disaster.

5. Choose an out-of-state contact person that is willing to be a relay point for information after-the-fact to your other family members and loved ones. (Following a disaster, telephone lines to an out-of-state location may work when local calls do not.)

6. Introduce yourself to a neighbor you have not met. Exchange emergency telephone numbers.

7. Purchase a manual can opener on your next visit to the store.

8. Fill empty milk jugs or other plastic containers with water and store them in your freezer. The frozen jugs will keep your food colder for longer in the event of a power outage. The water can also serve as a backup source for cleaning or sanitation purposes.

9. Read Food Safety When the Grid Goes Down and print out the food safety charts at the at the FoodSafety.gov website. Attach them to the inside of a cupboard door so you have them handy after a power outage or disaster.

10. Mark your calendar with a date one year from now so that you remember to rotate your canned goods out of storage.

11. Purchase extra canned (or dehydrated [preferred]) goods each time you visit the grocery store.

12. Locate your utility shutoff valves and review the instructions for turning them off. Place a shut-off tool by the door nearest to them

13. Test your smoke alarms.

14. Make a list of all of your prescription drugs along with dosages and keep the list in your emergency kit.

15. Take digital photos of each room in your house. Take five minutes for each room and do you best to capture as much as you can. This will facilitate any after-the-fact insurance claims.

16. Write down your insurance policy numbers and your agent’s phone number, and put them in your wallet and in your emergency kit.

17. Add $1 a week to your emergency cash fund. If you can afford it, add $5 per week (or more) to the fund.

18. Make digital copies of your important documents and store them on a flash drive. 19. Make a backup copy (onto a flash drive) of the data on your computer hard drive and give it to a friend or relative to store for you. In computer terms, this is called an "off site backup".

20. Locate a source of water outside of your home such as a lake, pond or stream.

21. Learn to cook a pot of rice.

22. Download free prepping, survival and homesteading publications from these sites or other prepper sites you find:

   [Site 1]    [Site 2]    [Site 3]    [Site 4]    [Site 5]

23. Call (800-480-2520) or email FEMA (fema-publications-warehouse@fema.gov) to order a free copy of their excellent printed book "Are You Ready Guide to Preparedness". For more information about this publication or others, see the list of Free, dowloadable, FEMA Publications.

24. Practice starting a fire using a bit of dryer lint, a cotton ball soaked in petroleum jelly or a flint and steel.

25. Sow some seeds, fruits and veggies that is, to start a garden.

26. Get to know (practice) how to properly use one of your emergency tools (flint fire starter, multi-tool, water filter, tent, etc.).

27. Start working, or improve, on one of the 14-Points Emergency Preparedness Checklist items.

Reference Link

[11-Cs Basic Emergency Kit] [14-Point Emergency Preps Checklist] [Immediate Steps to Take When Disaster Strikes] [Learn to be More Self-Sufficient] [The Ultimate Preparation] [P4T Main Menu]

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[bugthebog]

Day 5: Clutch

Words: 557. I failed completely in writing horror today, but at least I wrote.

The living hold tight. Bunch of greedy bastards. The dead, not so much. Which is why the absolute best way to make any sort of progress in this shithole we call life vis a vi upward social mobility, as my Da would say, is to go straight to the source and kill them yourself. It's something of a family tradition at this point, assassination. The most stable job in the world, and the social life ain't too bad. Now, some of our, say, colleagues-in-arms go and get a swelled head about it. My kin never bothered. What's the point of dressing cockamainee like some sort of fancy dracula when the help can get in and out twice as quick with none of the notice. Still, sometimes you gotta play to where the money is, and thus tonight's job is somewhat higher class than the usual back-alley stabbing. As long as I get to wear the gown I stole from some fancy lady a few jobs back (may she rest in peace), I don't mind too bad.

The drinks are prissy colours in tall flutes, the dress code outrageously expensive, the chandelier dripping like clear mud from the mirrored ceiling some dozen metres above, sending a million tiny lights across the marble floor that's largely hidden by the sprawl of wide ball gowns. I'd much rather be lurking in the darkest corner of The Munchkin, drinking whatever Dick dares to call a beer.

I'm not alone on the job. Me and my brother Earl received word through the wire this morning that we're to kill some woman who had the bad luck of opposing someone with some serious cash. Earl took care of the details. I'm on lookout tonight, keeping an eye on the doors and only intervening if things go wrong, and not at all if I'm only bored, Earl said. He has a huge stick up his ass, but unfortunately, he also has the skills to back up the blabber.

I'm giggling all high-pitched and bottle blonde on the arm of some middle-aged fella, keeping an eye on the billowing balcony doors, outside of which Earl is supposed to make his move. His dark suit, forest green, he'd insisted, flashed past, a pale female hand draped over his shoulder. Good. Things were on target.

A few minutes later, my clutch beeps quietly, the completed job alert. I drop my shoulder, batting my eyes at the man who had happened to be lurking at the right angle to keep an eye on both sets of doors. "I simply can't keep you any longer," I simper, and walk away from his polite stammers of excuse. Earl has separated from the target, heading toward me with a pace verging on frantic. He reaches me and taps the back of my hand discretely: a sign.

"Job well done?" I say, directing a tight smile at the woman greedily staring at where his arm is draping over my shoulder. The woman scowls, so I duck my head like I'm embarrassed and catch sight of a spot of blood gracing the top of his sleek shoes.

"Job done," he replies curtly. "I wasn't able to get her to jump. Had to use more traditional methods."

We sweep out the door, and I hold back a snicker as the first shriek arises behind us. "Messy," I note aloud. Shut up, his tightening arm says, and we're away and clear through the grand doors out into the real world.

[sleepy-owl-nella]

I have read some of the posts, like southern gothic, 911 gothic, colledge gothic and so on. Basically a bunch of short and uncanny ideas or situations on certain topic. So I wanted to create something like that about the flat. Because apartment buildings that are twice your age can be as scary as old mansions. I mean, consider the idea that ghosts stick to places where they used to live. How many people could have died in the mansion over, say, five decades? No more than five, probably. Now consider the same number for the building where roughly fifteen families per entrance live. Anyway, there is my list (i honestly do not know how to name it). Some of the situations may or may not have actually happened

-- You come into an empty room you just left to get the snacks. Were not the curtain shut and the wardrobe door closed when you left the room? -- You hear your neighbors downstairs arguing again. Your flat is on the ground floor. -- You did not left the lights on, did you? -- Your cat has been staring at the wall for at least 5 minutes. After you say that you have to concentrate to study, and ask whoever is that to leave. Your cat turns the head and watches as if something was leaving the room. You still don’t see anything. -- You hear someone from the opposite house practicing the guitar and you can actually see them through the window. They look so passionate about that, you decide to try and practice along with them. You go to that flat. It has a police department notice on the door dated two years before. Neighbors tell you there was a major fire, someone died that night and nobody bought or rented the flat since then. -- There is less tea in your cup than you recall since your previous sip Somebody knocks on your door. You stay silent. They are ringing the bell. You quietly sneak to see who is there. Hallway is empty -- The children are screaming too loud. You can’t recall when they had not screamed. Not even second of silence in last fifteen years. -- Your parents tell you woke them up at 3 AM, screaming “they are so close, they are here, HELP”. You try to convince yourself it was a bad dream, which triggered you. You vividly remember that calm dream you had once in a whole year of nightmares. In the morning, you see bloody fingerprints and smears on the bookshelf next to your bed. Those are your fingerprints, but you don’t have any wounds -- You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You do not want to think. You just keep locking it. -- Do not mind the shadows behind your shoulder. You will get used to their breath and the feeling of being stared at. They are just curious. You hope so -- Your sibling is chilling with you in the room. They go to the kitchen. They never return. The being next to you is not your sibling anymore -- You wake up to the birds chripping, the swallows. They are deafening. It is the middle of the night. And dead silence to your parents. -- Mirrors are everywhere. In the hall, in the bathroom, inside of the cupboard, in the polished furniture, kitchen tiles. Your reflection is haunting you. It does not feel normal. -- Why do your pills taste like blood? Why does the scent of blood fill your room? Why are there flashes of bloody red on your peripheral vision? Nobody else notices. Outside the flat you have never experienced anything like this -- It is normal for kids to have invisible friends, right? Your parents told you that you had one too. They have a notebook with your description. “They can’t leave this room. They want to go to the kitchen, but they can’t. So I want to keep them company”. You remember the feeling of utter horror because of someone’s presence there when you had to go there -- I did take my pill, why is it still in the blister? What had I taken than? -- Every autumn, at the exact same date, you would come home from school and see a coffin in the hallway, right across your flat. Every single year dies at the same date. You wonder when your turn is

[sino-glow12345]

super bright glow sticks

Chasing Supernovas: A Guide to the Ultra-Bright Glow Sticks That Rule the Night

Forget flickering candles and anemic bedside lamps. For those who crave luminescence worthy of a comet streaking across the sky, the realm of super bright glow sticks beckons. These are no mere party favors; they're portable suns, miniature flares of concentrated radiance ready to transform any gathering or adventure into a technicolor odyssey. But navigating this dazzling domain requires a map. Worry not, glow-wielding warriors, for this guide will equip you with the knowledge to track down the brightest glow sticks known to man and unleash their electrifying potential.

Breaking the Brightness Barrier:

Standard glow sticks, while charming, offer only a gentle, candle-like glow. But for those seeking light shows worthy of a rock concert, a new breed of glow stick exists. These supernovas of luminescence push the limits of chemical alchemy, each with its own strengths and quirks:

High-Intensity Glow Sticks: These bad boys, like the aptly named Extreme Glow 5-minute High-Intensity sticks, pack a punch of brightness, often 2-3 times that of their standard counterparts. They burn intensely for a shorter duration, ideal for creating explosive bursts of light in photos or dance moves. Think of them as miniature flares for your next rave.

Extreme Glow 5minute HighIntensity glow sticks

Military-Grade Glow Sticks: Used for signaling and emergency situations, these heavy-duty sticks, like the Cyalume ChemLight Green Glow Sticks, offer long-lasting brightness, often exceeding 12 hours. They're not the party life of the glow-stick world, but their steady, dependable glow is perfect for illuminating campsites, marking trails, or keeping you visible during a power outage.

Cyalume ChemLight Green Glow Sticks

LED Glow Sticks: These technological marvels, like the GlowStache LED light-up mustaches, push the boundaries of what a glow stick can be. Powered by tiny LEDs, they offer vibrant, customizable colors and even flashing modes, adding a touch of interactive glow to your next costume party or festival.

But Brightness Isn't Everything:

While chasing luminosity is thrilling, remember, the brightest glow stick isn't always the best. Consider these factors before embarking on your quest for ultimate luminescence:

Duration: High-intensity glows often come at the cost of shorter lifespans. Choose the duration that suits your needs – a dazzling five-minute burst for a photo shoot or a steady 12-hour beacon for a night hike.

Safety: Always opt for non-toxic, CPSIA-compliant glow sticks, especially if children will be involved. Remember, these are chemical reactions, not fairy lights.

Price: High-intensity and military-grade options tend to be pricier than standard sticks. Set a budget and stick to it to avoid becoming your own glowing credit card statement.

Glowing Beyond the Stick:

Remember, the possibilities of bright glows extend far beyond the humble tube. Consider these options for illuminating your world:

Glow Paints and Powders: Unleash your inner Van Gogh with glow-in-the-dark paints and powders. Turn walls, clothes, and even yourself into living canvases of luminescence.

LED Decorations: String lights, lanterns, and even furniture powered by LEDs offer versatile, long-lasting glows. Perfect for creating an otherworldly atmosphere in your home or garden.

Blacklight Magic: Combine bright glow sticks with blacklight to unlock a whole new dimension of luminescence. Watch ordinary objects come alive with vibrant neon hues, creating a psychedelic wonderland.

Embrace the Glow:

The quest for the super bright glow stick is a journey of wonder and discovery. Experiment, mix and match, and most importantly, have fun! Remember, the true magic lies not just in the intensity of the light, but in the joy it brings. So, go forth, brave glow-seekers, and illuminate the world with your luminous adventures!

Bonus Tip: Check out online reviews and comparisons to see how different super bright glow sticks stack up against each other before making your purchase. And always prioritize safety and responsible disposal, leaving only the memory of your vibrant glow behind.

Remember, super bright glow sticks are powerful tools, and with great power comes great responsibility. Use them wisely, safely, and creatively, and let your inner superstar shine!

[kaptainandy]

Going to be putting my thoughts under the cut since they've been getting too long for the tags 😅

Aww yiss here we goooo!!

A) Dad rock!!! think 'Smooth' by Santana type shit. Honestly a pretty good genre for a wedding; a crowd-pleaser with high energy. I feel like Herbert would just be in charge of pyrotechnics or something because if it isn't soft jazz, classical, or oldies, he just calls it "noise." Maybe he puts on a hella laser light show though and Mordrid can add his magic to that. Stu is the token youngin of the band to help keep things fresh and attract a younger audience. He's all about the performance aspect and will put on a damn good show. I can see Milton playing improvised street percussion like you'd see on the street in NYC. Crawford is the sensitive pianist with Mordrid on the marimba! Jimmy is the bassist and he will also try to hit on your guests.

B) They're playing some weird dubstep techno mashup shit. It will be niche with lots of synth. Half of them are essentially playing a Mac Book Air. Hopefully none of your guests have epilepsy; expect your wedding to look and feel like a rave with lots of flashing lights and disorienting effects. You will get a noise complaint. I hope grandma got her pacemaker checked recently 🥴 Lonnie will likely try to steal some booze for himself and to get Chaz drunk so he can stop being so nervous. Be careful, D-Day has rigged the cake to explode in the finale of their set. One or two of your guests will be getting lucky with Andrew. I feel like Rick and Roger would get along pretty well and keep everything smooth sailing (for the most part).

C) Congrats, your wedding will sound like the Mos Eisley Cantina. Bumping space jazz! The guests will be confused at first - by the band members and their sound - but they'll settle because, "hey this ain't half bad." Tbh this band is probably the most professional and least likely to ruin your day.

D) I'm thinking cover band in the genre of hard rock with a hint of metal. What do they cover? The oldies...interesting sound for sure; maybe they'll convince you "Fly Me to the Moon" needed a bass drop and 5 minute drum solo. I think Dino Bob would be a rather decent percussionist cuz he can go ham. So, he doesn't cause too much trouble and sticks to music. Just make sure you have enough space for his shit. This is also probably the weirdest meshing of people on this list; they look like they are undercover as a band for a heist instead of a real band. That being said check their pockets before they leave, especially Bob, Python, Jonathan, and Andy. Jonathan on a the pipe organ, Andy on electric guitar, Python on synth, Mulkahey on sax, and Henry on triangle.

All that being said, I'm going A. Love me some dad rock and I feel they'd put on a good enough show.

Boy Band Beauties

You’re getting married next week, and gosh dang it you were put in charge of selecting a local boy band to play live at the reception. You royally goofed and waited until the last minute. With this kind of short notice the pickings are sorta slim.

You searched high and low and found four bands with availability on your wedding day.

Who are you hiring?

Idea from @kaptainandy

[courtforshort15]

Chapter 1

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader

Word Count: 4,700

Summary: It's a Wednesday when the sky quite literally opens up above you. The Battle of New York rages around you, and the only thing that gets you through is the stranger standing next to you. Matthew Murdock is more than he seems, keeping you safe in a city that is literally crumbling around you, and even once the dust settles, his hand is the only thing you don't want to let go of.

Trigger warning: none really, just some references to violence, some ableism

Chapter Index

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

It’s a Wednesday when the sky quite literally opens up.

Sipping your coffee, you lazily walk down the street, following the crowd that moves towards the intersection just a few yards ahead of you. Your feet are killing you in your shoes, which is really nothing new, the back of your heels feeling like nothing but one large blister that's scabbed over and ripped apart all over again with every step you take.

But the weather is warm and your boss is out for the day, so overall you preemptively consider this particular Wednesday a success in terms of surviving the day with minimal frustration. Dragging your tired ass to the coffee shop four blocks over had been a much needed break between meetings that honestly could have been emails, and though you have plenty of more work to do, you're in no rush to get back to the office.

Throngs of people move around you on all sides, and even while your office is located slightly outside of the main hustle and bustle that spreads across the city, the sidewalks still see some decent action. People hold their bags closely to their bodies, yourself included, eager to mind their own business and get lost in the crowd.

It's midafternoon and the sun shines brightly over the city, and though tall and sturdy buildings cast shadows over the streets, it still warms you, bright rays of light occasionally blinding you when your eyes somehow manage to look too close to the sun. It's not quite summer, so the warmth isn't yet the kind that is suffocating and sweltering on your skin, causing clothes and hair to stick to parts of your body that you'd rather they not. 

The blocks of New York are loud, filled with mindless chatter, honking cars, and the occasional passersby that plays loud music out of their backpack. All in all, it's a typical, unsuspecting Wednesday. Your phone rings in your pocket, no doubt your annoying coworker Brenda who probably thinks you've been gone for too long now, so you ignore the buzzing in your purse and instead choose to walk even slower. It's not necessarily the kindest thing to do on a busy sidewalk, but the thought of Brenda's disapproving stare and severe frown as she crosses her arms over her chest makes you want to avoid the office even longer.

With a quick bite of your lip, you decide to double back and essentially make the same journey to and from the coffee shop all over again, savoring the fresh air and lack of boring office gossip spilling from various middle aged women who work on your floor. Your sore feet hate you at the choice, but you push the pain lightly aside if only to hold on to your sanity for just a few minutes longer. You're still a few blocks away and standing on a street corner waiting for the cross signal when there’s a deep rumble and a blinding flash of light.

Startled, coffee dropping in shock and spilling across the bottom of your legs as it falls, you look up sharply. No one seems to know what's happened, faces just as confused and fearful as yours as people pause to aim their sight above, but the screaming starts when things start pouring out from an open slash in the sky.

There is immediate widespread panic, and the sudden change in the tone and pulse of New York City is catastrophic. 

It’s the sense of panic you can choke on. It’s the kind of panic that makes people absolutely mindless as they push and shove and dive around each other, everyone trying to run for cover without any thought for the thousands of other people also trying to run away from the mayhem.

You’re not a native New Yorker, but even you’ve become desensitized by some of the shit going on around you on a fairly regular basis. In what they’ve referred to as the Harlem Horror, a beast they’ve named the Hulk destroys buildings and cars and businesses just 5 miles north of where you live in your tiny apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. Iron Man flies over midtown on a regular basis and no one bats an eye anymore, people simply resuming their journey while the billionaire plays with his toys. A super soldier thought dead for decades runs through Times Square before having a run-in with some official government-looking agency, and people only stop and stare for a few moments before continuing on with their busy lives. In New York City, these things just happen.

But this?

This is nothing like the world’s ever seen before, not in real life at least, and it causes instantaneous mass chaos. 

Terror induced chaos.

You’re no different than anyone else, not really. No different than the people scrambling all around you, dropping their things in a rush to be literally anywhere else. You round a corner, mind frantically trying to decide which way to go, hands shaking, vision hazy and unfocused in your terror. Someone stumbles into you, causing you to crash into a lamp post, and you find yourself clinging to it for dear life as you try to wrap your head around the freefall that New York City has found itself in.

A red and gold figure rushes across the sky, the movement extremely fleeting, and you suppose the form should have been comforting, should have been proof that those who could help were already on the scene, fully aware of what was happening and rushing to stop it. But his appearance does the complete opposite, somehow cementing the fact that this is real, this is happening, and this is not just a figment of your imagination.

People are still pouring by you, screams shrill and piercing, and all it takes is another boom above to force you to move your feet again. With a panicked gulp, your body shifts to the left, deciding instinctively that it's best to follow the crowd, but before you can take another step, something catches your eye.

Something? No. Someone. 

Halfway down the block, a man stands on an apartment building stoop, hands wrapped tightly around a white cane, people racing by without a second glance at him. 

Blind.

Alone.

What strikes you the most is how everything is in a flurry of activity around him, but other than his head whipping around, as if trying to hone in on the things he can't see, he is still. His face is slightly pale, his hair wind-blown, alarm clearly written on his features, but he’s missing the sheer terror that's present on all the other faces that rush by. His head stills and tilts oddly, and it occurs to you briefly that’s listening. 

Which…maybe that is all he really can do, you think. But listening to the screams and horror isn’t going to be enough to help him figure out what exactly is going on, and your eyes can’t help but widen at the thought of how vulnerable he is.

Your heart is pounding and there is a roaring in your ears that feels like it’s never going to go away, but you cannot, in good conscience, leave someone there who might need help. You falter slightly, your sense of preservation telling you to continue going, to take a left and rush in the same direction everyone else is heading with the hope that the crowd will direct you to a store or shelter that seems to be the most reasonable place to find cover. According to the masses that are sprinting past you, the safest place might be west of where you're at. 

But instead of following the crowd that has somehow decided west is the correct way to go, you cross the street and turn right.

It doesn’t take you very long before you’re right in front of him as he had only been half a block up from where you’d been when you first saw him. He’s holding the cane in one hand, the knuckles white, and the glasses sitting across the bridge of his nose offer black lenses. You waste no time in placing a hand on his arm to get his attention, and the man jumps back, startled.

“Hey man,” you say breathlessly as he opens his mouth, your words still managing to be sharp in fear. “We gotta get out of here. Do you need help?”

The man frowns and licks his lips, face increasingly worried but still not necessarily horrified. You suppose the sheer terror everyone is experiencing is coming from having the ability to look up and see the swarm of black streaming down from a hole in the sky. “I, uh…what’s going on? I can hear screaming and people running by.”

“There’s some sort of invasion happening, I don’t know,” you tell him quickly, trying to keep the sheer panic from seeping into your voice. You fail miserably. “Things are like pouring out of the sky. It’s not safe. Do you live here? Maybe we can wait it out inside?”

He shakes his head rapidly, red mouth parted and drawing in shaky breaths. “I just stepped up to get out of people’s way.”

Quickly stepping around him, you push on the door behind him. It’s one that no doubt only opens for those who live in the building and own a key, but you're desperate to have some sort of cover over your head, so you try again anyway. You're unsurprised when it doesn't budge, no matter how hard you shove yourself against it. The man briefly joins in, adding his body weight next to yours, but the results are the same and you hiss in frustration.

Taking a step back from the door, you attempt to catch your breath as the panic still bounces around in your head, intensified as the sound around you continues to roar and rage. Your eyes glance up and down the street before they land on something. Whipping your head back to him, you bite your lip in brief consideration. “Okay, look. There’s a small bookstore literally right across the street and down the block from us, and it might be open. Let’s go there."

You can't run far with him, not without the risk of him tripping and pulling you down with him, images in your head of hands and knees bloodied as you'd try to pull him back up. Nearby shelter is simply the best thing. 

Your hand is shaking as it stretches out towards him, brushing against his arm, and the world briefly stalls and quiets as his lips part in a deep breath. The man's face is still pale, but it hardens, determination settling in on his handsome features, and the world speeds back up.

He takes your hand without question, and for all of three seconds you pull him behind, careful even in your rush to help him down the stairs. But his head suddenly jerks up as he yanks you to an abrupt stop. A large boom echoes above you, followed by a large ball of fire, and suddenly he's the one dragging you behind. 

You hear his cane clatter to the ground, the sound somehow sharp even amongst the chaos around and above you, but all thought of it disappears as you run up the block that is suddenly devoid of other people. 

Before, you might have questioned the way he moves, expertly dodging small bits of debris that are falling from the sky, yanking you this way and that so that nothing hits your head or his, twists and turns no blind man should be able to navigate. But for now you don't honestly care how he's doing what he's doing, you only care about the fact that he's a lifeline in the fire and dust and ash falling around you, and it's a lifeline you're unwilling to let go of.

It feels like hours, but it's only twenty seconds before you’re passing him and ripping open the glass door of the bookstore. There's not a single ounce of hesitation as he wrenches the door handle from your hands and shoves you inside first, his large form pressed against your back as if to somehow block you from the war going on outside. The door is yanked shut violently behind him as he forces you forward, hard enough to rattle the windows of the small shop.

With a loud gasp of breath, you let go of his hand to brace yourself against the wall, vision temporarily whiting out as adrenaline continues to wreak havoc through your veins, each pump of your heart violent and searing in its pursuit to push blood throughout your body. It takes several loud gasping breaths to feel like you can breathe again, to feel like your body has some control over its basic functions, air struggling to sift in and out of your lungs. The panic doesn’t stop, not completely, but the thought of not being alone is a vaguely soothing thought, as if having someone with you made the prospect of the world ending easier to handle.  

Shakily, you lift your head up, noticing for the first time that the bookstore is somehow empty besides you and the man whose hand you had gripped so tightly in yours that you'd be shocked if he didn’t wear bruises in the shape of your fingertips when all is said and done. Perhaps whoever had been in here had thought of somewhere better to run off to, and you'd be very interested in knowing what better might look like, but for now you're not inclined to leave, not when you've managed to at least put a roof over your head as things explode and rattle the streets and buildings around you. 

The lights are either turned off or the power is out, likely the latter, and all that you can see are things that are in the path of the light coming in from the windows. The man standing next to you is cast half in shadows, having stepped further into the shop, and his chest is heaving as rapidly and harshly as yours is. His hands twitch at his sides, knuckles white.

The navy suit he's wearing is absolutely covered in dust, no doubt from weaving his way through a cloud of debris that had fallen overhead as the pair of you bolted for the bookstore. Black glasses are perched on a face that did not appear to have come away completely unscathed either, a small scratch bleeding at his hairline, dark red a vivid contrast to skin that is still too pale. He’d held an arm over your head while you ran, you remember now, this random man protecting you with all that he could manage to in such a terrifying moment, with clearly little regard to his own well-being if it meant he could help someone else. 

You aren’t sure what to do with that, other than be in slight awe that the man who had seemed to vulnerable on that apartment stoop, head whipping around sightlessly and trying to figure out why people were running frantically this way and that, had been the one to protect you during those twenty seconds as you quite literally ran for your lives. 

"What's happening out there?" The man doesn't necessarily sound panicked as his voice rips you out of your head, but it doesn't mean he's calm by any means. You right yourself, pulling away from the wall you'd been leaning on, turning your body to face him more directly and taking in a form that is wired with tension. "I can't…what the fuck?"

The laugh you let out is high pitched and borderline hysterical, the sound piercing as it spears its way into the air. "I don't know. I don't know, man."

"You didn't see anything?"

You run a shaky hand through your hair, noticing suddenly that your fingers were nicked, no doubt a result of the small chunks of wood and concrete that fell from the sky and crash landed on to the streets of New York, but not before tearing your skin in its descent. "Iron Man, I saw Iron Man. He was, uh…he was flying around."

He shakes his head in bewilderment. "That's pretty typical though, I thought."

"Right!" Your voice is almost shrill. "There was this–this huge flash of light and all of the sudden there was a hole in the sky and things were just flying out of it. I've–I’ve never seen anything like it. I happened to glance up and Iron Man was whipping through the air, looking ready to fight those things and I just–"

"Things? Like aliens?”

"Exactly like aliens," you respond, hands starting to shake again, fingers trembling even as you clenched them into a loose fist. "I couldn't see them from so far away, but these things definitely weren't human."

The man gulps loudly, hands lifting from his sides to grasp his hips, and you watch as he starts pacing. He's tense, his body lean and looking ready to jump at any given second, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was prowling the book store like an animal locked in a cage, all senses in tune with the horror rampaging through New York. 

The man had appeared to be blind when you first saw him, but the way he moves confidently throughout the small space, no cane to help him avoid the book shelves and display cases in his way, is…not the most shocking thing you've seen today. You don't know this man. You don't know how much he can actually see or not see, don't know if he's completely blind or if he has some small level of sight, so you push it aside. 

"What do you think we should do?" You ask, trying to calm the tone in your voice, telling yourself you're safe for now at least. You’re not exactly successful, not with the sounds of the fight outside still ringing throughout the shop and even louder in your ears, flinching with each new boom that shakes the building. "I…I don't know what to do from here."

"I'm thinking," he grits out, the sound coming from behind clenched teeth. You don't take the tone personally. He’s not showing it, but you doubt he’s not every inch as afraid as you are. How could he not be? What's happening is seriously unprecedented and seriously fucked up. "When you saw Iron Man, where was he? Where did it look like he was headed?"

You think back on it, forcing your mind to recall the details, though you struggle for a moment as the details themselves are extremely hazy, recalling the way you had glanced up at the sky in terror while you clung to the lamp post. You’d only seen him for a split second, but your attempt to put a few mismatched pieces together manages to be somewhat successful. 

"It looked like he wasn't too far from his tower."

"And is that general direction where the hole in the sky was?"

"Yeah, I think so," you reply with another frown. "Looks like it was right over it."

"And we're on 46th, right?"

You can’t help the way your anxiety peaks at the question, clawing viciously at your throat, thinking of the exact spot you’d been standing when the sky split itself open and let loose a sea of beings intent on destroying the city, forever changing the way you’d view the world. You find a way to answer anyway, though your voice is raspy and halting in its cadence. "46th and 8th, I think. I…I was running so fast, I didn't get a good look. I'm sorry."

The man finally stops pacing and angles his body towards yours, and you notice the frown that's on his face as he immediately begins to shake his head. 

"No," he says, hands still on his hips as a loud sigh escapes him, head tilting down for a quick second. His shoulders deflate, and you watch as a brief flash of what can only be fear rushes through him. "Don't …don't be sorry. I know I was on 46th when you found me. We can work with that."

"Work with–"

He cuts you off,  though not unkindly, mostly just urgent to work through whatever puzzle he’s trying to solve. "Stark Tower is by Grand Central, right? So that's, what? 42nd street? And on the other side of midtown, but not by much."

"That sounds right, yeah," you say with a nod of your head, knowing he can't see it but doing it out of habit anyway. 

"So we're about 4 blocks west, 4 blocks north from the source." He resumes pacing as you watch from your place over by the wall. You can’t help but sag into the solid structure behind you, desperate for something that seems stable in the chaos. Even still, you’re nervous that the wall is offering a false sense of security, nervous that at any moment the building could collapse as increasingly loud noises rain throughout the city. 

He runs a hand down his face, probably unaware that he's smeared just a tiny bit of the blood on his cheek, most likely from a small cut on his palm. Or perhaps he does know and has chosen to not care about something so trivial as his face being dirty. 

"So I think there are really only two options."

Your eyes wander over his form, somehow already aware that you're not going to like what he has to suggest. Sighing, you lean further back against the wall. "And what are they? What are the options?"

"Leave and take our chances out there, maybe try to find somewhere safer, or stay where we at least have some sort of shelter. My natural instinct is to get as far north from here, but it sounds like outside is a mess, and I don't want to necessarily run the risk of being outside and–"

You knew he was going to say something you didn't want to hear.

Unable to listen or focus on the rest of what he's saying, your heart immediately and without warning begins to pound relentlessly in your ears. The thrumming is a raging, dissonant symphony wrecking its way through you, and your lungs seem to sync up with the sound, rapidly expanding and deflating in time with it, but still somehow unable to push air in and out. 

The man is two feet in front of you within an instant, posture betraying his alarm as he listens to you struggle to take a deep breath.

"Woah, hey, calm down," he says, and his hands are on your shoulders before the first syllable leaves his mouth. His lips are tilted in a heavy frown, the look as concerned as it is nervous, and it doesn't help the sudden and rampant anxiety wind down or release you from its bruising hold. "It's fine, it's fine."

"It's not fine," you manage to shriek even as you gasp for breath. "Fuck, I can't…I don't–"

"Deep breath," the man encourages, and you send him a glare, because obviously that's easier said than done. "You're having a panic attack."

"No shit," you wheeze, hands frantically scrambling against the wall behind you for something to hold on to. Nothing is there to grasp, so you blindly reach out in front of you instead. When your fingers finally make contact with something, smooth fabric an extreme juxtaposition to the unevenness of your heart and lungs, you hold on to it for dear life and try to tug it in closer. The man in front of you lets out a strangled noise as something causes him to step forward and further into your space, but he recovers quickly.

"Inhale with me," the man instructs you, moving a hand from your shoulder to just above your breast, and you're too out of it to fight off the sense of borderline indignation at the thought of someone you don't know touching you like that. "In for 5 counts, then out for 8."

You've barely begun trying to match your breathing to his when the words tear themselves from your mouth, the harried declaration of someone absolutely terrified for their life. "I'm not leaving here. Don't make me leave here."

“We might not have a choice tho–”

“I don’t care!”

He pauses, though his hands remain on your shoulder and chest, his face directly in front of yours and streaked with a small amount of blood and dirt, a sharp reminder of a normal day turning to shit. "Okay. Okay, we'll stay."

"And you–"

"I said we'll stay," he says, voice rising above the sound of your gasping breaths, and the words are shockingly gentle for a situation that houses no gentleness of its own. "I'm not leaving you."

"You don't even know me," you all but whine, voice sounding small and insignificant even to your ears. "Why would you–"

"I know you came and tried to help me when everyone else was running by," he tells you, and you'll never be able to describe the way your entire being suddenly linked itself to him in that second, two strangers caught up in a horrifying situation with no choice but to trust and lean on each other as chaos continues to grow outside. "I'll stay with you."

The sentence finally seems to do the trick, and while your breathing still takes a few moments to slow, your chest stops heaving so rapidly. The panic is still there, it's hand still wrapped around your throat, but no longer squeezing. 

When it becomes clear that you've settled down a bit, the man takes a step back, his hands removing themselves from your form, and you quickly realize the thing you had grabbed and held on to for dear life had been his suit jacket. The fabric falls from your fingers as he moves away.

His body near yours had offered a small amount of warmth, though you had been too panicked to recognize it at first, and its sudden removal leaves you feeling chilled. It's late spring, but unlike ten minutes ago, the air around you now feels like it's freezing you from the outside and moving inward quickly. It's the shock, you think, that's slowly leeching the remaining warmth from your system.

The man in front of you doesn't resume pacing, which you had half expected him to do, but instead stays three feet away from you, and you're struck with how he seems to have every ounce of his focus aimed towards you. He can't see you, if his glasses and long-forgotten cane were anything to go by, but it doesn't stop you from feeling like you've never been more exposed in your life.

Having a panic attack in front of someone, no matter the circumstance or reasoning behind it, leaves you feeling a shredded nerve, frayed ends hanging from open skin and on display for everyone to see.

"What's your name?" The question that leaves his mouth is quiet, but despite the roar outside the bookstore, you hear every syllable that falls from his lips. His face is a mixture of light and dark, sunshine filtering in through the windows and pressed against the shadows of the dark, empty bookstore

Just as quietly, echoing the low level of sound he had used for his inquiry, you give it to him, and you watch with something akin to fascination as he mouths it almost silently back to you. You're struck by the fact that you don't think it's ever sounded so…lovely before. 

New York City is in the middle of a goddamn alien invasion, superheroes flying around hundreds of feet above the ground and things exploding left and right, but here you are, completely enraptured by the stranger in front of you who has done nothing more than murmur your name. 

Clearing your throat, ruthlessly attempting to push all thoughts aside that aren't necessarily helpful to the current situation, you open your mouth to ask the same question.

"And you? What's your name?"

"Matthew," he tells you in response, voice sliding over you with a sense of calm you haven't felt since the sky ripped itself apart thousands of feet above you. "My name is Matthew."

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

[searidings]

....🥺 can you please tell us more about that season 5 alternate ending where andrea ends up using the dagger pretty please, just like who does she end up hurting and the others reaction? if only you want to of course !

hooookay this ask got me to open that wip for the first time in a year and actually it's not that far from being complete! but idk how to finish it and i feel like i've done the s5 conflict resolution thing in multiple fics now like how many is too many? i fear i may have hit that limit. BUT since you asked, here is the beginning of it. please note:

1) this thing is angsty and also it's unfinished, so read at your own peril

2) because i wasn't ever expecting to finish/publish it, i've recycled bits of description from it into other fics. so if you see stuff i've repeated elsewhere no you don't <3

-

The last thing Lena sees is a flash like dark shadow pass over Andrea’s eyes, before a kryptonite dagger slides between her ribs.

The sound she emits is less of a scream and more of a surprised squeak as she sinks to the ground.

If you want to get to Supergirl, you’re gonna have to go through me.

It’s not that she hadn’t believed Andrea would do it. Lena was under no illusion of safety when she placed herself between Supergirl and the glowing green rock in Andrea’s hand. She’d come to terms with the possibility of dying for Kara long ago.

What she hadn’t been able to prepare for was the pain. The abstract of sacrifice was all well and good, but. Reality, this searing epicentre, a point of white hot agony turned molten, seeping through her body. No amount of her mother’s decorum training had prepared her for this.

Something is filling her mouth, thick and dark and oozing. She can’t scream. Kara sits, eyes silver, a world away. Kara. Lena has to move. She can’t. Andrea steps over her, and is that the pounding of receding footsteps or the dogged beat of Lena’s heart? Either way, it’s slowing. Every inhale cracks her body down the centre, each exhale buries shards of glass inside the gaping wound.

Her eyes are beginning to mist at the edges but she strains, listens. The sound that cuts through the haze is not the scream she dreads, Kara’s agony as her veins sear emerald. It’s not a scream, but a shout, and then a blur passes over her like light and shadow.

Concrete cracks, or perhaps it’s Lena’s ribs. Sounds are muffled now, the world dulled down like the inside of a snow globe. Underwater, time passes sluggishly to where she lies, drifting, encased in glass. But someone is fighting the current, resisting the pull. Hands grasp her shoulders, burning where they touch. Through the rolling fog comes Kara’s face, blurring out in red and blue and gold and sickly green. Lena wants to push her away, keep her separate from the venomous substance protruding from her chest, keep her untainted. But Kara’s hands are dancing there-away along her cheeks, her jaw, Lena’s own name sounding from her lips over and over, a siren song, calling her home. It’s raining now, wet spots peppering her brow, or maybe the sun is crying.

“Lena, Lena,” Kara is saying. It sounds like her heartbeat and she cannot bear for it to stop.

“Kara,” she manages, a whisper, a prayer.

Her face flashes within Lena’s line of sight for one perfect moment, and is she green-tinged or is it Lena’s failing vision? A shiver passes through the air between them, I’m sorry fluttering like a bloodstained white flag but whether it falls from her own lips or another’s, Lena cannot say. Then a sudden pressure at her ribs, a heavy push and release that feels like salvation and damnation all at once.

Lena hears a scream, two screams, billions. She is left gaping, open and exposed. Invaded by the air and exalted by the sticky-sweet blush of her own blood, her body purging itself. Through the slick of gathering crimson her head rolls to the side, darkness pressing in around her, eyes blazing with the final image of a limp hand on the ground beside her, veins shot through with glowing green.

-

For a long time, there is only darkness. The deepest blackness she has ever known, all-encompassing. Devouring light, thought, feeling. Lena floats, tethered to her own existence only by the pressing weight of the dark, closing in until the end of the world.

Slowly, sensations begin to blur in and out. Cold, a deadening flow, hooking into her very marrow and stripping her from the inside out. She drifts, and then there’s heat, scorching, radiating out from her ribs in scalding waves, and she wishes for numbness.

For a moment, Lena thinks she sees the star-burst of veins behind her eyelids, but then they are gone and all is black again. Sound fragments filter through her peripheral awareness. A great noise, banging and shouting and exploding. She slips back under.

Vibrations reach her, but they must be sounds because Lena no longer has a body with which to feel them. She floats, untethered, sinking beneath the surface of a dark ocean so vast it surely cannot know she’s there. In the deep, voices flicker.

“Haven’t you heard that you’re supposed to leave the knife in? She’s minutes from bleeding out.”

The blackness turns to blood around her, not vibrant red but sticky dark, the kind so loaded with the very force of someone’s life that it moves slowly, crawls under the weight of it, sucking light from all it touches.

“Her veins were green, Alex.”

An eternity passes.

She dreams of her mother, dark hair fanning behind her as she cuts through the still waters of the lake. The scene is calm, but the growing dread means Lena knows what’s coming and suddenly it’s not her mother but Kara before her, and the lake isn’t clear but radioactive, glowing green, and still Lena stands at the shore and watches her slip away, helpless.

Words float through the haze and Lena wishes she could reach out, grasp them, weigh them in her hands to know the truth behind them. Radiation and poisoned and flared and gone, the sounds making physical shapes in the darkness. She thinks of a child, two dark-haired children, of hours spent pouring over a dictionary. A cruel laugh when she got a definition wrong, grudging silence when she got it right. How she wishes now to be wrong, to mishear, a stay of judgment on the world these words conjure into being. But the focus is gone, and she slips away again.

“—whatever you have to do! Or so help me, I’ll—”

Though Lena is nothing now, just an exhale in the wind, she smiles. Warmth blooms, the blackness not crushing but caressing for a moment, and she drifts into memories of happier times.

A million years pass, a billion. Lena is upside down, and right way up, and no way up at all. If she still had a face, she might feel the pressure of a warm forehead against her own. If she still had hair, the imprint of lips pressed gently against it might still ache. If she hadn’t burned every meaningful bridge in her life in the year before her death, she might believe the trick of a whisper wrapping on the breeze, words of comfort, of promise.

But she had, so she doesn’t, and time collapses in on itself as Lena watches, motionless and alone.

-

Though she has always been nowhere, she can feel herself drifting further and further from the last thing that might just resemble a somewhere. The eons slow. If she were a doctor, Lena thinks, then this would be the time to make herself comfortable. To say her goodbyes.

She cannot look at blackness any longer, cannot bear the glowing green after-image that seems to stick to every corner and edge. She thinks of blue, of rain-washed skies and Kara’s eyes, conjures it into being with every fibre she has left. Wraps herself up in it, plunges headfirst, drowns.

“Like it matters!” Kara says, no, shouts, from somewhere far above and below her. Lena would flinch, if only she still had a body. The voice rings out through the void. “Like any of it matters now.”

Lena is privately inclined to agree. She tries to breathe, but the full weight of the universe, of every universe, presses in. As everything, even the blackness, dulls, there emerges a crushing, cracking suffocation, and Lena wonders why she can’t even die in peace. A high-pitched scream, maybe hers, maybe Kara’s, maybe her mother’s, maybe the world’s, stretching out before her like a pathway. Though there’s no doubt where it ends, Lena almost wants to follow it, if only to escape this sensation of being crumbled, submerged, denied life as its very essence is wrung from her being.

And then a hundred trillion bolts of lightning shoot through her at once, and Lena is gone.

-

When she wakes, she wakes secure in the knowledge that she must be alive. Sure that the pain that had burst through her, blighted every nerve with an agony so intense she feels its phantom grip even now, could only lead back to life. Sure that no departure could hurt that much.

When she wakes, it is through cracked, dry eyes to the sight of pipes and ceiling vents, the bland, industrial grey that can only denote underfunded government property.

When she wakes, Kara is standing at the foot of her bed, hands behind her back and looking every inch the righteous hero, and Lena’s unsteady heart sinks. She’s been on the receiving end of this authoritative pose more than enough for one lifetime. At least her hands aren’t on her hips.

But Kara’s eyes brighten as they meet Lena’s fluttering gaze. “Lena.” Quiet, reverential. “How are you feeling?”

Lena takes stock. Alive, to begin with. Every limb still intact. Aside from an unnerving constriction in her chest and the fact that her blood feels a little like it’s burning her cells as it courses through her veins, it could certainly be worse.

When she speaks her voice is hoarse, cracking. “What happened?”

The same darkness creeps into the edges of her vision as she listens to Kara list the extent of the damage. She presses her lips together, willing away the blackness, registering only snippets.

Stab wound. Kryptonite poisoning. Collapsed lung. Cardiac arrest. Resuscitation.

Leviathan, gone. Andrea, captured. Lex, escaped.

The words wash over her like a freezing tide, and Lena wonders if maybe the darkness had been easier after all.

It takes far longer than it should for her to realise that the room has fallen silent. Kara is watching her, concern etched into her features like tears carving through stone.

Lena swallows as best she can. “And you?”

A corner of Kara’s mouth quirks up. “I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

But she doesn’t look fine. She looks exhausted, her face drawn, blue eyes lacking their characteristic shine. Even her hero’s stance can’t mask the fatigue weighing heavy on her shoulders.

But Lena doesn’t have the strength to argue the point. She rolls her head to the side, joints popping and releasing, noticing for the first time the tangle of IV lines threading into her skin. She lifts her other hand to touch them, feels the warning tug of more needles even as Kara steps forward, arms raised as if to stop her.

Her hands reach toward Lena, or at least, the spaces where her hands should be. Huge white dressings swaddle Kara from the wrists down, so bulky they do not resemble hands at all. Lena’s breath catches in her lungs as she takes in the unwieldy bandages, third degree burns and possible nerve damage echoing through her mind and she understands now why Kara had hidden them behind her back.

The inhale she aims for seems to stick in her ribs and she can feel again the crushing, the cracking, the dizzying lack of oxygen as her head spins. Kara is by her side in an instant, radiating warmth and just breathe, Lena, it’s okay, a comforting weight settling against her hip. Lena thanks the thick blanket for blurring the press of rough bandages where there should be warm skin, softening it into something just nondescript enough to be calming.

When her pounding pulse has slowed, the heart monitor downgrading to a less frenetic beat, she sucks in a breath despite her lungs’ protestation, waits for her vision to clear. Kara is still there, and dread opens up in Lena’s chest.

“You— you touched it. The kryptonite. You pulled it out.”

Kara doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Just nods, her gaze locked on Lena’s own. Lena lies catatonic, paralysed with the knowledge, unable to move even as Alex enters the room. Dimly aware of low words exchanged between the two sisters and then Alex at her bedside, gentler than Lena’s been worthy of seeing her in years. Just rest, Lena, the press of a button on the IV monitor, and she sinks back into oblivion.

[honeypiehotchner]

My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

+++

twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

+++

“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”

[sino-glow12345]

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[spinningintheshadows]

I’ve Seen the Red. (1)

Paring: JJ Maybank x Reader Words: 1.6k Authors note: Part one!! I have Part two almost written! This is absolute shit but I am sicker than sick today. Title credits to Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer. Also, I know we don’t know what JJ’s full name is so I just picked my favorite J name and decided he hated it.

It was two in the morning. Every so often the room would light up with lightning from the storm that was blowing in as thunder rumbled. It was during those flashes that your eyes would meet JJ’s, showing you that he wasn’t sleeping either. How could either of you sleep when in six hours your dad was ripping you apart. His arms were wrapped around you, his left one cradling the swell of your belly. It had been just over two months since you showed up to his apartment with a pregnancy test and asked him if he would stay with you while you took it. You were still 17, scared shitless, and just needed a shoulder to lean on. He’d sat with you in the bathroom, waiting the ungodly long three minutes for it to process. 

“What do we do if it’s positive?” you questioned, your head in your knees. 

“We go to the doctor, we figure out how far along you are, and then we take it from there.” he answered, placing his hand on your back. “Not exactly the plan, but not the end of the world either.”

“It could easily be the end of the world.” you told him. 

“But it won’t be.” he said. 

“It’s time.” You said, reaching up on the counter to grab the test. “Oh my god JJ, we’re fucked.” He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arms around you and stared at the stupidly overpriced plastic stick in your hands. Positive.

Your dad had found out a week ago, walking in on you getting dressed for school. He’d noticed your belly before you could cover it up. You were turning 18 in two weeks, you just had to keep it a secret until then, then you would pack a bag, move into JJ’s apartment, get married. But, he’d found out. It was an hour of him screaming at you, telling you you were a disgrace to let a lowlife like JJ knock up. It was another hour of him making phone calls before finally telling you’d be leaving Saturday morning on the 8 am ferry to go stay with your Aunt in some podunk town in Indiana. You didn’t go to school that day. An hour after school dismissed, you heard knocking your window, looking over to see JJ waiting to be let in. 

“Hey, you okay? You weren’t at school.” he asked, wrapping his arms around you. “Is JJ Jr okay?” 

“Once again, we are not naming the baby after you.” you laughed. “We’re fine, I guess. Physically.”  He frowned, moving so you were both on your bed. 

“What’s going on? Why are there suitcases in your room?” he said, finally realizing your room was full of suitcases and everything was thrown everywhere. You sighed, placing your hand on his face softly and looking him directly in the eye. 

“I’m leaving. Saturday, eight am.” you told him. “My dad found out.” 

“I can fix this. You’re two weeks from 18, as long as your mom signed the paper, we could go to the courthouse right now.” he said. You sighed.

“JJ my mom is terrified of my dad. She’s not going to go against him. I have to do this. But I’m going to come back. As soon as I can, I promise.” you told him. 

“I’ll come with you.” He told you. “I’ve got nothing to lose but you.” 

“JJ” You kissed him softly. “You know you can’t, baby. I love you so much. You stay here, keep building our dream.” 

So now, here you were, with a storm blowing in, laying on his bed just staring at each other. He was unusually quiet, had been for the last week. Everyone had noticed and you’d finally come clean yesterday evening, telling your friends about the baby, you leaving, and how heartbroken you truly were. 

“Hey.” He whispered. “I know we don’t know what the baby is yet, but I have an idea for names.” You half laughed. You’d know in three weeks what the baby was, you’d promised to email him as soon as you knew. You’d promised a lot of things the last few days. To keep him updated, to send him pictures, to not move on. 

“We’re not naming it JJ Junior.” you told him. “We’ve been over this.” 

“No, I was looking in one of those name books at the library. What do you think of Atlas?” he said, now running his hand over your belly. “For a boy.” 

“Atlas? Its cute. Somehow, I feel like that would fit our son perfectly.” you said. “I’m imagining this kid with your blonde hair and blue eyes.” 

“I want our daughter to have your curls, I really do.” he mumbled. “I have a girl name too.” You smiled. 

“Let’s hear it, Maybank.” you told him. 

“Isla. More specifically, Isla Raine” he said. You couldn’t help but smile, reaching up to run your hands through his hair. You knew, deep down, that all he wanted was to get to be the father he never had, and it broke your heart that your dad wasn’t allowing that. 

“It’s cute. But I have a feeling it’s a boy. You don’t have a middle name for a boy?” you questioned. He sighed, looking at you almost as if he was going to cry. 

“Jackson.” he said. “I know it’s stupid, I hate my first name, but I just, I want him to have something from me other than my last name. But I read that in Indiana, if you’re single or unmarried, they automatically give the baby the mom's last name.”

“I already have that figured out. When I fill the paperwork out, I’m gonna make sure you’re listed as his dad. He’s getting your last name.” you told him, leaning down to kiss him. “Let’s just enjoy the last few hours we have.” 

______

You stood on the dock, holding him tightly as tears ran down your face. You didn’t want to let him go. He didn’t want to let you go. 

“Come on, Y/N, it’s time to go.” Your dad said, grabbing your arm roughly to pull you away from him. You could see JJ’s eyes turn dark. 

“Don’t grab her like that! Jesus Christ she’s coming.” he said. “Y/N, listen to me. I love you so much. I love our baby so much. We’re going to get through this. I’ll see you again some day. I promise. I’m going to build our dream house, we’re going to get married, and we’re going to be a happy family.” Your heart broke even more, just listening to his voice crack. 

“I love you, Maybank.” You whispered. “Forever.” You kissed him one last time, smiling softly, then let your dad lead you onto the ferry. You couldn’t help but watch him as you pulled away, tears running down your face as you watched him finally let go of his own. 

______

You kept your promise to keep him updated. You would email him every week, starting as soon as you got to your aunts house and were settled. You told him about how accepting your aunt was, how she didn’t believe in separating families like this but her brother was a dick. You got a job at the local bookstore, started college. You video called him the day you went to the doctor and found out you were having a son, just like you thought. Atlas Jackson Maybank was born in the early morning of Halloween. A week past his due date. As overjoyed as you were to meet him, your heart broke even more knowing that JJ didn’t get to experience the birth of his first child. Your aunt gave you her phone and you immediately dialed Kie, begging her to find JJ as fast as you could. As soon as you were on the line with him, you started sobbing. You told him how perfect Atlas was, that he looked just like him. You could hear him crying on the other end of the line as you told him and before you hung up he told you how much he loved you. 

As Atlas grew, you kept him updated with pictures and videos and milestones. On Atlas’s first birthday, JJ sent a letter. He told you that he had purchased a piece of land for almost pennies, that he and John B had been spending time up there clearing out, laying out the footprint for the house he was going to build. He got a good job, working construction, and was making good money with it. You were proud of him, doing what he always said he was going to do. On his second birthday, you facetimed him. You held Atlas in your lap, laughing at the look on JJ’s face when you asked him who you were talking to and he answered with “Daddy.” You told him you’d promised him that you’d always tell Atlas who he was. He started crying. 

When Atlas reached four, you knew it was time to go back to Outer Banks. You missed your friends, you’d finally saved up enough money to go back, you were finally out of school. You sent word to JJ through a letter to John B. 

JJ was working on the house, which was finally almost done, when John B pulled up with the letter. He was confused but took it when his friend handed it to him. He sat down on the front steps, opening the letter, tears coming to his eyes the moment he read the words. 

JJ,

We’re coming home.

Y/N.