#it's been over two weeks and it's just over 60% contained

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Guess who didn't get to go home 😭

[fixomnia-scribble]

WOW.

Scientists found an amazingly well-preserved village from 3,000 years ago

Text below, in case article access dries up:

LONDON — A half-eaten bowl of porridge complete with wooden spoon, communal rubbish bins, and a decorative necklace made with amber and glass beads are just a handful of the extraordinarily well-preserved remnants of a late Bronze Age hamlet unearthed in eastern England that’s been dubbed “Britain’s Pompeii” and a “time capsule” into village life almost 3,000 years ago.

The findings from the site, excavated in 2015 to 2016, are now the subject of two reports, complete with previously unseen photos, published this week by University of Cambridge archaeologists, who said they cast light onto the “cosy domesticity” of ancient settlement life.

“It might be the best prehistoric settlement that we’ve found in Britain,” Mark Knight, the excavation director and a co-author of the reports, said in an interviewThursday. “We took the roofs off and inside was pretty much the contents,” he said. “It’s so comprehensive and so coherent.”

The reason for the rare preservation: disaster.

The settlement, thought to have originally consisted of several large roundhouses made of wood and constructed on stilts above a slow-moving river, was engulfed by a fire less than a year after being built.

During the blaze, the buildings and much of their contents collapsed into a muddy river below that “cushioned the scorched remains where they fell,” the university said of the findings. This combination of charring from the fire and waterlogging led to “exceptional preservation,” the researchers found.

“Because of the nature of the settlement, that it was burned down and its abandonment unplanned, everything was captured,” Knight added.

“As we excavated it, there was that feeling that we were picking over someone else’s tragedy,” he said of the eerie site in the swampy fenland of East Anglia. “I don’t think we could smell the fire but the amount of ash around us — it felt close.”

Researchers said they eventually unearthed four large wooden roundhouses and an entranceway structure, but the original settlement was probably “twice as big.”

The site at Must Farm dates to about 850 B.C., eight centuries before Romans came to Britain. Archaeologists have been shocked at “just how clear the picture is” of late Bronze Age life based on the level of detail uncovered, Knight said.

The findings also showed that the communities lived “a way of life that was more sophisticated than we could have imagined,” Duncan Wilson, head of Historic England, the public body responsible for preserving England’s historic environment, said in a statement.

The findings unearthed include a stack of spears, possibly for hunting or defense; a decorative necklace “with beads from as far away as Denmark and Iran”; clothes of fine flax linen; and a female adult skull rendered smooth, “perhaps a memento of a lost loved one,” the research found.

The inhabitants’ diet was also rich and varied, including boar, pike and bream, along with wheat and barley.

A pottery bowl with the finger marks of its maker in the clay was also unearthed, researchers said, still containing its final meal — “a wheat-grain porridge mixed with animal fats” — with a wooden spatula resting inside the bowl.

“It appears the occupants saved their meat juices to use as toppings for porridge,” project archaeologist Chris Wakefield said in the university’s news release. “Chemical analyses of the bowls and jars showed traces of honey along with ruminant meats such as deer, suggesting these ingredients were combined to create a form of prehistoric honey-glazed venison,” he added.

Skulls of dogs — probably kept as pets and to help with hunting — were also uncovered, and the dogs’ fossilized feces showed they fed on scraps from their owners’ meals, the research found.

The buildings, some connected by walkways, may have had up to 60 people living there all together, Knight said, along with animals.

Although no intact sets of human remains were found at the site, indicating that the inhabitants probably fled the fire safely, several sheep bones were found burned indoors. “Skeletal remains showed the lambs were three to six months old, suggesting the settlement was destroyed sometime in late summer or early autumn,” according to the university’s news release.

Ceramic and wooden vessels including tiny cups, bowls and large storage jars were also found. Some pots were even designed to nest, stacked inside one another, Knight said — evidence of an interest in aesthetics as well as practicality.

A lot of similar items were found replicated in each home, Knight added, painting the picture of completely independent homesteads for each family unit rather than distinct buildings for shared tasks — much like we live today.

Household inventories often included metal tools, loom weights, sickles for crop harvesting, axes and even handheld razors for cutting hair.

The roundhouses — one of which had almost 50 square meters (nearly 540 square feet) of floor space — had hearths and insulated straw and clay roofs. Some featured activity zones for cooking, sleeping and working akin to modern-day rooms.

The Must Farm settlement has produced the largest collection of everyday Bronze Age artifacts ever discovered in the United Kingdom, according to Historic England, which partly funded the 1.1 million pound ($1.4 million) excavation project.

The public body labeled the site a “time capsule,” including almost 200 wooden artifacts, over 150 fiber and textile items, 128 pottery vessels and more than 90 pieces of metalwork. Some items will go on display at the nearby Peterborough Museum next month.

Archaeologists never found a “smoking gun” cause for the fire, Knight said. Instead, they suspect it was either an attack from “outside forces,” which may explain why the inhabitants never returned to collect their possessions from the debris, or an accidental blaze that spread rapidly across the tightly nestled homes.

“Probably all that was left was the people and what they were wearing; everything else was left behind,” Knight said of the fire.

But the preservation has left a window for people to look back through in the future. “You could almost see and smell their world,” he said.

“The only thing that was missing was the inhabitants,” Knight added. “And yet … I think they were there — you certainly got glimpses.”

[sunrise-imagines]

I have a big fat crush on Simon and Finn would you please do some hcs for either of them

Since I’ve already done some for Finn, I think now is a good time to write a little for Simon! Watching him become the latest Tumblr Sexyman™️ has been a dream come true.

*Ending contains spoilers for the last two episodes of Fionna and Cake*

TW: Trauma (this is Simon “‘My fiancé turned into a cosmic deity’ ‘That’s rough buddy’” Petrikov we’re dealing with), mentions of Depression, hurt/comfort

Simon Petrikov x Reader General Relationship Headcanons

• Oh boy, this one’s a doozy.

• Please be patient with him. He is a mess of a person currently, still dealing with the grief of losing Betty and feeling like he doesn’t belong in Ooo no longer being magic. He gets so wrapped up in his sadness that he can neglect the relationships he has in the present. This gets much better after the ending though.

• Self care days are a must, please just pamper this man with a nice hot bath and a massage every once in a while.

• Really good cook, he loves making food for you and it makes him feel like he can actually take care of you.

• He worries about you a lot, especially if you’re someone that likes to take risks and do dangerous stuff.

• He’s a big nerd so he gets excited if you share interests in stuff like science and literature.

• Although he doesn’t like to go on life-threatening adventures (Finn), he still loves the exploring the outdoors and the two of you regularly go for hikes around the safer parts of Ooo.

• Will be very happy if you also have a good friendship with Marceline, seeing his partner and adoptive daughter interact touches his heart.

• Such a simp for you, like if you ask him for anything he will make it his mission to fulfill your request

• His love language is definitely words of affirmation. He needs you to tell him how much you care about him and he loves saying the same to you. He could go on for hours about every little thing he loves about you.

• Marcy and Bonnie will come over for dinner a few times a week, sometimes joined by Finn and HW as well.

• He hates celebrating his own birthday (he’s turning 60) but he loves yours and will definitely bake you a cake and throw small birthday party for you. The party only consists of a few close friends but if you don’t like parties he’s perfectly fine with it being just the two of you.

• At first he wasn’t sure if you would even want to date an old man like him, but as time went on he became more confident in himself and that he deserves love just as much as anyone else, and he’s more than happy to share that love with you.

Bonus!

• Despite her current state, GolBetty is immensely happy seeing Simon finally able to move on and be happy.

• Even if they never got their happy ending, the fact that you and him are able to live happily together brings her peace, and she trusts you to take care of him.

[littlest-w01f]

Home Celebration

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: It is your love's birthday, you decide to do something special and intimate for the two of you

Cw: Cute fluffy stuff, very self indulgent, nudity

a/n: IT'S HUBBY'S BDAY YAAAHAHHHHDJJSIENDKENDKSNDKSM TIME TO PARTYYYYYY WOOO HOOO also the card is what I would've sent if it didn't have a 60 character limit. Fic on Ao3

As the big day was here, you couldn't contain your excitement. You had been secretly planning Sylus' birthday for weeks now, determined to make it a memorable one. Evening light spread through the curtains as you bustled around the kitchen in the N109 zone, carefully arranging the colorful cupcakes you had spent hours decorating with intricate swirls of frosting and edible glitter. A delicate cake stood proudly on the counter, adorned with a majestic dragon and a mischievous kitten playing together, a whimsical design that perfectly captured both you and Sylus.

It was the day before his birthday, so he was asleep, giving you the full space to set everything up for when he woke around night.

You folded a handmade card you had written and kept it gingerly in a basket, placing the cupcakes on a spiral stand. The cake in the center.

You heard Mephisto caw at you, and you turned to smiled, "Does it look good, Mephie?" You asked the mechanical crow.

Mephisto let out a series of caws, sounding quite like a real crow, in response to your question. His shiny black body glinted in the soft evening light as he flitted around the festive arrangement, his beady red optics scanning every detail with interest. After completing his inspection, Mephisto landed gracefully on the edge of the spiral cupcake stand, tilting his head to regard the colorful treats.

"I'll take that as a yes." You said, gently stroking the smooth metal feathers along the crow's back.

"Ah, just me and the bird my boyfriend uses to stalk me preparing for his birthday." You smiled, moving around, setting the used utensils in the sink to wash.

Your hands moved deftly as you tidied up the kitchen, the clink of dishes in the sink providing a soothing background melody. Despite the late hour, a warm glow emanated from within you, a sense of contentment and anticipation for the special day ahead. As you scrubbed away at a stubborn stain, your mind wandered to happy memories with Sylus, lazy Sundays curled up reading together, lively nights filled with laughter and music, listening to his vinyl, quiet moments of tender affection.

A sudden realization made you pause, a small smile playing on your lips. It struck you then, how much this whole elaborate celebration felt like a declaration of sorts, a statement of the depth of your feelings for him. You thought about all the little gestures, the personal touches, the way you'd poured your heart into making this day unforgettable.

As you cleaned, you heard the shower turn on from your shared room above, you smiled at Mephisto, "He's up."

"Oh... This is it." With a mix of nervousness and exhilaration, you placed the glass dome over the elaborately decorated cupcakes and cake, sealing in the sweet aromas and vibrant colours. Stepping back, you took a moment to admire your handiwork, a swell of pride and love filling your chest. This was more than just a birthday celebration, it represented the culmination of your emotions, a tangible expression of your feelings for Sylus.

As the sound of the shower continued from upstairs, you couldn't help but imagine him emerging, fresh and clean, ready to be surprised by your thoughtful preparations. The anticipation built, your pulse quickening slightly as you mentally rehearsed the reveal. You glanced at Mephisto, who cocked his mechanical head, as if sensing your eagerness.

With a deep breath, you began ascending the stairs, each step echoing softly in the still, now night, air.

You looked at your phone, a few hours till midnight, till his birthday, he'd slept longer tonight. You smiled, looking around his room, seeing the silhouette of his form in the steamed shower.

As you entered Sylus' bedroom, the steam from the shower created a hazy veil, obscuring most of his form. However, the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders against the foggy glass told you he was still under the soothing spray. You tiptoed closer, drawn to the sight of him, even partially hidden. His tall, lean frame seemed to exude a quiet strength, a robust beauty that always left you breathless.

This moment, watching him in such intimate repose, felt almost sacred. You decided to savour it, to commit the image to memory, a treasured snapshot of the man you loved.

As silent as you could, you entered the bathroom, leaving your electronics behind as you entered the bathroom, eyes fixed on his form as he ran his hand through his wet hair under the spray, his back flexing, you couldn't tear your eyes away as they went down, to the curve of his ass, to his thick thighs.

Your gaze traced the lines of his powerful physique, drinking in the sight of his toned muscles rippling beneath his skin as the water cascaded over him. The way his broad shoulders sloped into a narrow waist, the tantalizing curve of his rear, the solid mass of his thighs, every contour seemed etched specifically to drive you wild with desire.

Despite your best efforts to remain discreet, you found yourself subtly shifting, angling your body to better appreciate the view without being too obvious. The heat from the shower enveloped you, and for a fleeting instant, you considered joining him, letting the warm water melt away the chill of uncertainty that had settled in your core. But you resisted the temptation, knowing this moment was meant to be a surprise.

"Are you done admiring and ready to join me, kitten?" Sylus purred, turning his head to look at you, a smirk on his face.

Before you could answer you felt his evol grab you by the waist, pulling you in the stream, drenching your clothes.

A startled yelp escaped your lips as Sylus' strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly pulling you under the torrential spray. Water soaked through your clothing, warming you to the bone, yet you couldn't help but giggle at the sudden, playful intrusion into your daydreaming.

Sylus' smug grin only widened as he held you close, his large hands splayed across your lower back. "Caught you staring, did I?" He teased, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the shower.

As the warm droplets pounded against your skin, you felt your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "M-maybe a little," you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the water. "But I couldn't help myself. You're just so... distracting."

When he noticed the shower landed directly on your face, he turned you both together so that his shoulder protected you from the harsh spray. "Now that you're here... Let's make the most of it," Sylus finished, his words dripping with innuendo as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The steamy atmosphere, the sensation of his hard body pressed against yours, the lingering taste of his mouth on yours, it all conspired to ignite a fire within you, a hunger that only he could satisfy.

As his tongue delved past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth, you felt your knees weaken, your resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his passion. Your hands slid up his slick torso, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair as you lost yourself in the embrace, the world narrowing down to the two of you, entwined in the steamy cocoon of the shower.

"Sy..." You sighed, leaning into the kiss, hand lacing in his damp hair, "Ha-happy Birthday, baby..."

"Mmm, thanks kitten," Sylus murmured against your lips, his voice roughened by desire. "Though I think we can make this a birthday celebration neither of us will ever forget."

His hands roamed your curves, fingertips grazing the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath to caress the warm, damp skin beneath. "I've got a present for you too," he added, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. "And it's not something you can wrap up and put under the tree."

"I'm supposed to get you gifts... Not the other way." You smiled, reaching for his shampoo, lathering some in your hands. "Come here..."

Instead of coming closer, Sylus sank to his knees before you, the move putting him at eye level with your waistline. His intense gaze met yours as he waited for you to begin washing his hair, a subtle smile playing on his lips. The position allowed him to gaze up at you adoringly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

As you worked the shampoo into his white locks, your fingers massaging his scalp, Sylus let out a contented sigh. "This feels amazing, kitten," he breathed, nuzzling into your touch. "Maybe you should start charging for these massages."

The intimate act sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't resist leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo mingled with the dampness of the shower. "Consider it a birthday gift,"

Your heart ached with love for the man kneeling in front of you, you smiled as you continued to pamper him.

As you rinsed the shampoo from Sylus' hair, your fingers lingered on his scalp, savoring the sensation of his skin beneath your touch. The tender gesture spoke volumes about the depth of your affection for him. In that moment, surrounded by the misty veil of the shower, it felt as though nothing else existed except the two of you, lost in the intimacy of the act.

Sylus gazed up at you, his eyes shining with gratitude and adoration. "Thank you, kitten," he whispered, his voice filled with love. "You always know just how to make me feel special."

Emotion welled up inside you, threatening to spill over. You bent down, pressing your forehead against his, the steam from the shower making a soft background.

With his gentle strength, Sylus scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom. The cool air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across your exposed skin. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tight.

Once in his room, he set you down on the plush couch, quickly retrieving a large, fluffy towel from the linen closet. Sylus began drying you off, his skilled hands rubbing the terrycloth over your skin in soothing circles. You closed your eyes, revelling in the warmth of the towel and the gentle care of his touch.

You shed your wet clothes as you watched him dry himself. "Wear something good..." You smiled up at him.

Sylus raised a brow at you, "Something planned, huh, kitten?" Sylus' eyes sparkled with intrigue as he listened to your suggestion, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I think I have just the thing," he purred, disappearing into his closet.

Minutes later, he emerged wearing a fitted black dress shirt, the fabric clinging to his muscular torso. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his forearms. Dark jeans hugged his hips, topped with a crimson jacket over his shoulders and polished leather boots completed the ensemble. As he strode towards you, you couldn't help but drink in the sight of him, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

The vibrant crimson hue of the dress you wore accentuated your complexion, drawing attention to your features and the sparkle in your eyes. The knee-length hem flared out around your figure, creating a flattering silhouette that highlighted your curves. Delicate lace trim adorned the neckline, adding a touch of femininity to the otherwise sleek design.

As you stood there, radiating a captivating blend of innocence and allure, Sylus approached you, his gaze roaming appreciatively over your form. "Kitten, you look absolutely stunning," he breathed, his voice low and husky with admiration. "That colour suits you perfectly."

He reached out, tracing a finger along the curve of your hip, his touch igniting a spark of desire within you. "Now what have you planned?"

You smiled, pulling him with you downstairs, to the decorated kitchen, "Happy birthday!" You presented with a "ta-da" hand gesture.

Sylus' eyes widened in delight as he took in the festive scene before him. The kitchen was transformed into a veritable wonderland, every surface adorned with vibrant red balloons, twinkling fairy lights, and colorful streamers. The air was heavy with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods, and the centerpiece - a magnificent cake topped with a fondant dragon and kitten duo - caught his attention immediately.

"AH! Sweetie, this is incredible!" Sylus exclaimed, spinning around to face you, his expression a beautiful mix of surprise and joy. "You really outdid yourself!"

He pulled you into a fierce hug, burying his face in your hair as he inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeated, his voice muffled against your skin. "This means the world to me."

"Wait... There's more!" You smiled as you reached into the basket pulling out a popper. You twisted it, making sparkles pop out.

As the colourful sparks rained down, Sylus laughed with unbridled delight, clearly enjoying the whimsical surprise.

When the last sparkler fizzled out, leaving a trail of glitter on the countertop, Sylus turned back to you, his gaze soft with affection. "Oh, kitten, you're going to spoil me rotten," he teased, reaching out to playfully tug at a strand of your hair.

You pulled and held up the card you'd made. You opened it, clearing your throat, you looked over the words you had written for him, a flush rising on your cheeks, "Umm... I wrote you something... You read it..."

Sylus' eyes softened with tenderness as he took the card from your trembling hands, his fingers brushing against yours in a reassuring touch. He unfolded the paper, his gaze scanning the handwritten words with a reverence that made your heart swell. He began to read, "Happy Birthday, Sy, I can't believe you just told me when it was while even Luke and Kieran don't even know it. I send all of them away so your birthday date doesn't get spoiled."

He looked up from the paper, and then said his own thing, "Well, of course, I'd tell you anything. Nothing of mine should be a secret to you, sweetie."

Sylus continued, his voice low and heartfelt, "From the moment I met you, I knew you were someone special. Your kindness, your generosity, your unwavering support - it's been an inspiration to me every single day. You make me want to be a better person, I'm so grateful to have you by my side, kitten."

He looked down at your card again, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "I love you more than words can express, Sy. You're my home, my safe haven, my partner in every sense of the word. You're my dragon who's kept my heart captive and I never want you to let me go."

"The thought of you away from me makes my heart hurt, I want nothing more than to be with you forever, lost in your arms. You bring me comfort I never thought possible, you make me forget all the bad in my life. You are one of the few good things in it, when I'm with you, I know I have a soul I can count on. I enjoy our time together more than anything. I love being yours."

He stepped closer to you, looking deep into your eyes, "Oh, sweetie, you're the one who owns my heart. And this Dragon will never let his Dragon Li go. No matter what. You gave me your heart and I'm keeping it."

Your breathing hitched at his words. Sylus' declaration hung in the air between you, heavy with promise and devotion. His intense gaze held yours captive, the depth of his feelings evident in the burning intensity of his stare. You felt like you were drowning in those oceanic eyes, suffocating under the weight of his love.

Slowly, deliberately, Sylus reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek in a feather-light caress. The gentle touch sent shivers racing down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you leaned into his palm.

"I need you, kitten," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He knelt on one knee in front of you, pulling a velvet box from his jacket.

You gasped, seeing the box, "Sy..." Your eyes stay on that box, heart hammering so quick you could hear it in your ears.

When he opened it, there was a candy ring pop inside. And with that, the moment between you changed.

Sylus chuckled at your reaction, a mischievous glint in his eye as he revealed the unexpected contents of the velvet box. The candy ring pop sparkled in the light, its bright colors a playful contrast to the formal setting.

"Well, I figured since you already have my heart, I might as well give you something sweet to go with it," He quipped, his grin infectious. "Besides, I thought this would be a fun twist."

He popped the ring into your hand, his fingers brushing against yours once more. The sugary treat was surprisingly heavy, the weight of it a physical representation of the promises and commitments it symbolized.

"Oh my god..." You gasped looking at the ring pop, set on your ring finger "I THOUGHT YOU WERE PROPOSING!"

Sylus chuckled from where he was on his knee, "Oh I plan to." He stood up, close, your body pressed against his, "But when I do, It'll be my moment. And mine alone."

Sylus' words sent a thrill through you, his proximity and the promise of a future proposal igniting a fire within your soul. You leaned in, your lips hovering mere inches from his as you searched his eyes for any hint of deception or hesitation. Finding none, you melted into him, your mouth claiming his in a passionate kiss.

As your tongues danced, Sylus' strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart, mirroring the frantic pace of your own. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intoxicating embrace of love.

When you pulled away, you brought up the ring pop to suck on, pointing to the cupcakes, "Try it!" You said through the candy.

Sylus grinned, amused by your playful suggestion. He plucked the ring pop from your lips, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on the sweet candy. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he savored the flavor, a satisfied hum escaping him.

"Mmm, not bad," he murmured, handing the ring pop back to you. "Although, I think I prefer the taste of you." His words were laced with suggestive undertones, a clear invitation for further exploration.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sylus reached for a cupcake, popping it into his mouth and closing his eyes in blissful enjoyment. Crumbs dusted his lips, which you promptly licked clean with a teasing flick of your tongue.

With a smile you placed a candle in the cake, "How old are you turning again? 29? 300? 600?" You asked teasingly.

Sylus chuckled at your jest, shaking his head in amusement. "Just 29, kitten. Though I suppose I'd be quite ancient." he joked, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he brushed a stray curl behind your ear. "But with you by my side, I feel younger than ever. You keep me young, kitten. Keep me alive."

"Sap." You playfully hit his bicep. Lighting up the candle. "Here. Make a wish."

Sylus captured your hand, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin of your inner wrist as he peered at the flickering candle flame. For a moment, he simply breathed in the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting from the cake, savoring the intimate atmosphere.

Then, with a soft smile, he closed his eyes and made his silent wish, his free hand finding yours and intertwining their fingers. The warmth of his grasp seeped into your skin, a tangible reminder of the unbreakable bond you shared.

When he opened his eyes again, they shone with a quiet contentment, his gaze locked onto yours. "Whatever comes next, kitten, I'm exactly where I want to be. Right here, with you."

He cut a piece of the cake, his evol lifted the piece, keeping it over your lips as he brought down his head do kiss the dessert between you both.

The moist, velvety texture of the cake melded with the sweetness of Sylus' lips as he fed you the decadent treat. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. The intimate act felt almost sensual, a private language spoken only between the two of you.

As you savored the flavors, Sylus' eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a smoldering intensity that hinted at the desires simmering just below the surface. The air between you crackled with electricity, each heartbeat pulsing with the promise of untold pleasures waiting to be explored.

In that moment, the rest of the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of forbidden passion and the knowledge that nothing could ever come between you again.

[emmaleighsworld]

Seriously?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: When your coworker ditches work early Steve is there to lend a helping hand.

Contains: just fluff here

Word Count: 1.7k

Steve’s taste in music had always been something his classmates raved about, even after he stopped hosting those huge parties. They always talked about how every time he’d host a party or let people hang out at his house he’d have the best, most popular, music on standby.

Although most of his favorite songs were fun, rock songs he could sing along to—and the occasional pop song—Steve also had a soft spot for some songs from the 60s and 70s. They brought him back to the simpler times of his childhood, back to before he had seen how complicated the world really was.

However, he usually liked to keep that information to himself because it was special to him. And since he kept that to himself and a few of his close friends, even if they liked poking fun at him for it—it was no surprise that two weeks after his graduation Tina had asked Steve if she could borrow his best summer-music tape for a party she was hosting while her parents were gone over the weekend. 

Tina said she’d stop by Scoops after she was done with it, but her party was two weeks ago. So, that’s how Steve ended up walking across the mall towards Sam Goody’s after his shift, hoping that Tina would be on the closing shift. 

That’s when Steve first saw you. You were wiping down the counters, humming along to a Supremes song that played over the store speakers, when he walked in. 

Steve’s first thought was that music stores don’t usually play this type of music. Usually, it’s something fun and upbeat because that’s what they’re trying to sell. 

Then Steve remembered that he’d seen you once before. A couple weeks ago, after his closing shift, he saw you in the mall parking lot. Well, truthfully, he’d heard you first. You were in your car singing along to an old Supremes song blasting from your car speakers with your windows down.

When he’d gotten to his Beemer, Steve watched as you drove past him in the lot, singing to your heart’s content. He remembered thinking how carefree you looked that night and how pretty he thought you were. 

Steve had kept an eye out for you after that night but never had any luck finding you as his eyes searched the crowds of the mall each day during his break. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that voice again—“Seriously?” He heard her say under her breath.

“Hey, sorry, but I already closed the register. We’re closed for today.” you said, “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, no. I’m not here to buy anything.” Steve said looking around, “Do you know if Tina’s here tonight? She borrowed one of my tapes for a party and I just wanted to get it back.”

You laughed, Tina had left her shift early with her boyfriend after promising you an IOU for the next time you wanted to leave early. 

“No, she’s not here. Left early with her boyfriend.”

“Seriously?” Steve asked.

You weren’t sure if it was his straightforwardness or if it was the way he kind of looked like he needed a friend in that silly-looking sailor hat, but you decided to continue the conversation instead of shooing him out of the store.

“Seriously,”  You sighed, holding up the silly IOU cards Tina made for you, “Now I have two of these.”

Steve walked closer to the counter to read them as you placed them on the counter and moved to grab the window cleaning supplies.

“An IOU? She really gave you one of those?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t expect me to ever use them, but I kind of want to just so that she knows she can’t always dump this crap on me and ‘promise’,” you say making air quotes with your fingers, “ that she’ll cover for me.”

You began spraying the front window and continued your rant, “I mean, she barely helps when she is here.”

“I could help you close up the shop if you want?” Steve broached as you wiped the glass.

You stopped, turning around to face the guy you had allowed to stay in the store for maybe a bit too long.

“You would help me?” You asked skeptically.

“Yeah, sure. I mean, I just closed up Scoops Ahoy—which is why I’m still wearing this stupid uniform. But I did it all by myself since Robin had to leave early for some stupid family dinner. Anyway, I just—I know what it’s like and if you want some help just give me the order.”

Steve finished his rambling offer to help with a smile, hoping you’d take him up on his offer. 

You stayed silent for a few seconds and narrowed your eyes at him, thinking. But, just when Steve started thinking you were about to kick him out, you smiled.

“You know, I was starting to wonder why you walked in here looking like some discount store sailor. No offense.” You said.

“None taken,” he smiled back and took off his sailor hat, “This wasn’t really my first choice, but I had to get a job somewhere-you know?”

“Yeah, I get that—“ you paused, realizing you didn’t know this guy's name yet and he didn’t know yours, “What’s your name?”

“Steve Harrington,” he said.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Steve Harrington,” you smiled cheekily and then gave him your name.

Steve smiled too, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Well, Steve, if you really want to help, I haven’t swept the floor yet and  there’s a broom in the back.”

You went back to wiping the front window and looked back at him after a few seconds. Steve had stopped moving. He had a blank look on his face like he was surprised you accepted his help. Most people just brushed off his offers for help.

“The back room is over there,” you said pointing, “Don’t think that I’ll let you just loiter around in here 'cause you’re nice.”

“Oh, okay,” Steve said, still in a daze.

As Steve walked over to the back room, the song over the stereo changed and you started humming along as you returned to your work. 

You could hear him moving around when you suddenly heard another voice quietly humming with you. 

You stopped and looked at Steve. He was quietly humming to the song and moving around the store as he swept. 

In that moment, you could feel your heart squeeze at the sight. You barely knew anything about him, but there was something so endearing about Steve and the way he wanted to help you for nothing in return.

He had surprised you. You didn’t think you were ready to like someone new, but there Steve was. Helping you out, on a Friday night nonetheless, in all his kindness.

Steve looked up at you when he realized you’d stopped humming. And just when you thought he couldn’t have shocked you more, he stopped humming and began to sing along-trying to coax you into joining him.

It took you a minute to let the moment sink in. With anyone else you would have passed it off as a joke, but Steve had disarmed you. So you joined him, singing along to your heart's content in an odd duet sort of way.

Soon enough, the two of you had cleaned the store and finished the rest of the closing duties, singing the whole time. 

“That was fun,” you said, turning off the music and grabbing your bag from the counter, heading towards the doors. 

“Yeah,” he said as he watched you lock the door for the night.

“Thanks—for the help I mean.” You said looking towards Steve.

“It’s no problem, I’m glad to help.” Steve said, “Can I walk you to your car?” 

He looked a little nervous when he asked. It was almost like he was scared you’d say no, but instead, you smiled at him.

“Sure,” you said.

So you started walking out of the mall, in step with Steve.

The walk to your car was surprisingly quiet. You couldn’t figure out what you should be talking about and Steve didn’t say anything either. He seemed to be lost in thought whenever you glanced over at him.

You thought the two of you had a lot of fun tonight. A small part of you thought that you could become friends with Steve, and an even smaller part thought about liking him as more than a friend if you got to know him better.

It felt a little silly thinking about it, but he helped you and made you feel better. 

But by the time you’d gotten to your car, neither of you had said a word.

“Well, thanks for walking with me. I guess I’ll see you around,” you said unlocking your car.

“Wait, umm…” Steve said before trailing off.

“Yeah?” You looked at him, waiting. 

He took a small breath and continued, “You remember how you said you wanted to use those IOU cards Tina made you?”

You nodded, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Fourth of July fair with me—maybe use one of those IOUs to get off work early?” Steve asks.

“We could play the games and go on some rides,” he continued, “The food’s not too bad as long as you don’t think about how greasy it actually is. I was thinking we could get to know each other better…”

“Are you asking me, as a date? Serious?” You asked, almost not believing your ears.

“Yeah, I thought it could be fun,” Steve said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “So, what do you think?”

You broke into a smile, “I think I would like that a lot.”

Steve looked so relieved when you accepted. He had smiled a few times already, but this smile was brighter than all the rest and it made you glad.

That must have been what he was thinking about on the walk to your car.

“Cool. Awesome. I can write out the details and bring them to you on my lunch break tomorrow if that's okay?” Steve offers.

“That’d be great Steve,” you said, “And maybe I could stop by Scoops on my break. I’ve been meaning to stop in too—see what flavors you guys have.”

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Steve said, “Drive safe.”

“You too,” you said before getting into your car to leave.

You weren’t quite sure what going on a date with Steve Harrington would bring. But, you did know that you were excited for something and it felt good to look forward to something again.

[brujawrites]

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contains: suguru x female reader, shoko ieri, college au, modern setting, college!suguru, english major!suguru, pining, slow burn, inspired by lana del rey lyrics, 18+ ONLY MDNI

synopsis: meet reader! see how suguru and reader's paths have crossed before and why we're especially excited to see him in class this final semester. chapter 1 of a series so there's alot of background being set up!! ao3 - kofi - playlist - pinterest

"sometimes I feel like i've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off but I keep riding the ride, I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game, or live my own life -- and now I do. I wanna move out of the black, into the blue,"

— "Get Free", Lana Del Rey

Suguru Geto was so cool to you. He just exudes an air of captivating mystery, a quality that draws you in. You found a reflection of yourself in him — the curious, introspective soul that found joy in dissecting and analyzing literature and movies for the sheer pleasure of finding a deeper meaning in art. This was a stark contrast to the persona you currently inhabited. Ever since you got everything you thought you wanted by joining the sorority, there’s this “hot girl” facade you’ve been keeping up. You had to, at least you tell yourself that. Being Vice President of the sorority, the hair and nail appointments every couple weeks, the packed schedule every single week, consumed by obligations at work, for the sorority, date functions, or mixers with fraternities — it was everything you thought you wanted. 

The past two years had been hard in an unconventional way. You were suddenly best friends with over 60 girls, learning about what it meant to be a ‘sister’, navigating your academic life, new found social life, & trying to not fail miserably. 

Meeting Suguru in Spanish class two years ago may have actually been around the time things started to get overwhelming. The sight of him walking into the bustling lecture hall remains etched in your memory. His raven black hair gracefully framed his cheekbones, a striking contrast to his fatigued expression. He calmly looked around the room for a potential seat when his gaze suddenly met yours, his velvety dark eyes sending what felt like a jolt of electricity through you. Immediately, you looked away, intimidated by such abrupt intimacy. As the moment drifted away, you couldn’t help but steal more glances, mesmerized by the effortless allure of his hair half-tied, and admiring the contrast between his hair and the crisp white of his band tee. Your hungry eyes lingered on the sight of his strong, lightly tanned forearm, the muscles flexing as he set his bag on the ground in front of his feet. 

A small smirk played on your lips as the facts informed the fiction, aligning your romanticized narrative with reality — you liked him. You wanted him… right? It seemed like a recurring pattern, a new infatuation added to your roster each semester, you were starting to hate how your mind went to those places when looking at complete strangers. He settled into his seat a few rows ahead, to your right. The rest of the hour-long class went by as your attention wavered from the professor's lecture to the constant pings of the pledge class' group chat on your laptop, all while thoughts of this enigmatic boy swirled through your mind. What was it about him? Obviously, his looks played a role — he was undeniably attractive! But there was an unspoken allure about him that resonated with you. Something remarkably genuine.

He was attractive, but not like the frat boys you had started to learn — those confident, almost arrogantly charming boys supported by the rowdy group of self identified brothers. Suguru stood apart in that way, his demeanor stoic, shrouded in enigma. You, on the other hand, were no different than those frat boys. Donning your Greek letters, surrounded by sisters at parties or on campus, you exuded a confidence that was empowering. But when you’re all alone, face to face with a cute guy, maintaining prolonged eye contact feels like you’re in over your head. 

A twinge of disappointment grew inside you as the realization set in; you haven’t changed. You hadn’t felt the profound shift you had envisioned when justifying your sorority membership to friends back home. College was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to compensate for feeling like a loser in high school. Encountering someone like Suguru served to remind your of your discomfort within your own skin, in your clothes. Despite this, you pressed on, going through the motions because you thought that was what would make you happy. You thought it was what you wanted. 

That concern quickly snowballed into a full-fledged personal identity crisis, intensifying by the time you were twenty-one. Everyone your age experienced that overwhelming anxiety about the trajectory life seemed to be going in, right? You were pretty aware that these insecurities stemmed from your less than wonderful experiences in grade school. The desire to be accepted, to belong, felt deceptively straightforward but in reality, it was complex. Seeking validation through association of status started to overshadow authentic connections, a realization that took two years to hit. Stepping down from the exhaustive responsibilities of the exec board of your sorority, a position that took way too much time and stress, you now craved a final semester dedicated to your genuine pleasure. No more putting on a facade, no more living for appearances. 

So, when you trudged through the cold, grey January air to your senior seminar to find three or four other students, you immediately slipped into your unnatural facade, feigning interest in your phone screen instead of others around you that actually held your interest. So much for not living up to appearances, you thought silently to yourself when he walked in. 

Suguru Geto. The name alone sent a jolt through you, so seeing him walk into the room sent a surge of excitement swiftly followed by a pang of panic. Today, he looked impeccable. His hair effortlessly framing his features, a brown flannel that accentuated out the deep hues in his eyes, paired with a white crewneck & off-white khakis. Simple, but something about it brought on a flush of warmth over your body. As he moved closer to your side of the classroom, the facade threatened to crumble. Buried in your phone, pretending to text your roommate, Utahime, just trying to avoid the prospect of awkward eye contact or embarrass yourself by speaking to him. 

Your attention is lifted from the screen when the desk in front of you starts to shift. Suguru stood before you, unfastening his backpack, meeting your gaze. You silently hoped your flushed cheeks weren’t betraying your emotions as you offered the boy a friendly grin. After all, the two of you knew each other. A soft smile grew on his lips before he turned away, settling into his seat before class.

Yeah, you think to yourself, recalling that you and Suguru had crossed paths before, that it wasn't a fantasy you made up. Last Spring you took that boring poetry theory class together. That professor was super strict & everyone in the class realized it at the same time when he revealed the daunting project: reconstructing a Wikipedia page for an ancient poem. You got a B for the midterm, Suguru got a D and was shocked to see your grade so much higher than his. “Everyone got a super low score,” you remember him rationalizing, a touch of defeat in his tone. There was nothing you could really say back to him thanks to the slight intimidation that comes from talking to someone so effortlessly cool. Handsome, even. 

“Yeah, I’m not entirely sure how I managed that score either. I didn’t really know what I was doing.” You admitted, not intending to mislead, but also recognizing you had no actual insight to give.

“I’m gonna call Shoko and see what she got. See ya later,” he waved before strolling over to the bike rack, phone already at his ear with Shoko on the dial. You tentatively wave back, feeling a peculiar sensation settling in your stomach. You noticed Shoko and Suguru in class together, but they’re dynamic never struck you as particularly flirtatious. They were definitely close though. It was funny for you to think back to the immense crush you had on him the spring semester one year before, only for fall semester to roll by — out of sight, out of mind. And then, there you were a year later.

The digital clock on the wall hit 9:30 right as the professor entered, exchanging morning greetings before setting up the projector. The first class of your last semester is starting now, causing a subtle flutter in your stomach. It was surreal that just four years ago you got lost in this exact building during orientation week. You had experienced a myriad of changes within yourself since starting university. Why did you feel such shame about it? Because it’s not you, you quietly reasoned to yourself. As Suguru adjusted in his seat in front of you, his hair and big shoulders encroaching on your desk space, the subtle whiff of his black-cherry scented cologne served as a gentle reminder of your conundrum. 

Okay, so you’re into him.

This time, you silently told yourself, you’re actually going to do more to get to know him. Usually, your interest in men gravitates towards fraternity-affiliated boys, but after two years of mingling with them, nothing felt truly authentic, worthwhile, or genuine. Reflecting on the time an upperclassman in another sorority was gushing about her parents meeting through Greek life at a mixer — you could barely mask your dismay at the notion of finding a lifelong partner within that circle. Gradually, you learned to adapt to navigate those environments with copious amounts of alcohol among other substances. They served as a mask, veiling the disdain some of those young men would bring out in your expression. Their thoughtlessness with their dicks and carelessness with their words often left you repulsed and disheartened..

“Alright,” the disappointment in your professor’s voice snapped your attention back to the room. “Well, you were expected to have had that reading done for today’s discussion. Given that only two of you have actually taken the initiative of checking their emails before class, we’ll need to end early. Check your email for Thursday’s assignment as I’ll be sending it out briefly.” The sound of zipping bags and shuffling papers filled the room as the Professor’s words trailed off, students preparing to leave. Both you and Suguru remained seated, attentive. Hot, you thought. A man with respect for women speaking. “Thursday’s discussion will cover today’s missed discussion along with the planned agenda for our second meeting. See you then.”

She nodded briefly in your direction, and a faint warmth spread across your cheeks from the unexpected attention. Only two of you completed the reading? That caught your curiosity, and it seemed Suguru shared that sentiment. Pivoting in his seat to face you, his grin returning with your flush. “Hey,” his voice, smooth and gentle, made the corners of your mouth instinctively curve upwards. 

“Hi,” you replied with a playful smirk, casually tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Did you do the reading?” Suguru’s voice lowered, his gaze discreetly scanning a few classmates nearby. You responded with a nod and a soft giggle. 

“Did you?” You teased back, your own voice barely above a whisper. You felt like jelly when he rewarded you with a chuckle. Oh man, you thought silently.

“Yeah, I did. It’s just... none of it really made sense. Wondering if you might have some notes or something you could share,” he admitted as you both gathered your belongings, preparing to leave. You suddenly felt self conscious about your outfit, conscious of his attention. You and Suguru were unintentionally matched with your puffy, white turtleneck and shades of brown from your plaid mini skirt complementing his flannel. The leather knee high riding boots didn’t exactly match his black Converse in style, but certainly in color — you just worried it was too… girly. You hoped he wouldn’t write you off for your affiliation to Greek life. 

“Um, I did read it, but I have a bit of a weird approach... Do you have a class next or are you free for a bit?” the words spilled out before you could second guess yourself. Yes, keep going, you urged yourself silently as you led the conversation with Suguru into the hall. He can’t make assumptions without knowing you, you reminded yourself. He nodded agreeably, indicating he had some time to spare, then suggested grabbing a table at the coffee shop near campus. As you exited the building together, you decided it was time to let him see the real you. 

[dirtybitfic]

so wrong yet so right

matt sturniolo x y/n

Contains- lecture, disciplinary conversation, dirty talk , flirting, humiliation.

( matt is your professor and you've been skipping class so he has you stay after class to talk)

y/n pov ~

I've been seeing this guy on and off for a while but recently he's been persuading me to skip my lectures and I agree every time. Today I told him I have to go to my class due to the fact if I missed today id be dropped from the class and I don't need to deal with that and my parents would be up my ass.

I grabbed my bag and packed up my shit and started my 8 minute drive to campus. Im honestly glad my apartment isn’t far from campus or id be late to every class ever.

I parked and made my way into the building. The halls were quiet since this is a later class and most of the building is used in the morning.

I had my air pods in as I listened to Maria Maria by Santana and the product G&B.

I open the door of my lecture room and make my way down the first two steps choosing to sit further in the back .

I sit down and bring out my computer to type notes during the lecture and wait for the class to fill up.

After about 5 minutes the room was filled to the brim with bored students ready for the day to over since its Friday and everyone just wants to be out at the clubs and parties taking place for st.Patricks day.

im gonna be honest this class is kinda boring I had to take it so I have to suffer through but ... the professor is hot asf so I don't mind being stuck in this room for 2 hours and 15 minutes.

Okay guys today were going to be sharing the stories you've all written throughout this week . professor Sturniolo says as he dims the lights and calls up the first student to read their story.

This is a creative writing class and we’re aloud to write anything we want but I missed the fact we’d be sharing the storys... I find that my best writing is dark romance . It's all I read and it's all that keeps me interested .

There is NO FUCKING WAY i'm reading this shit in front of the class . I guess from the class I missed on Tuesday was when he explained that we’d be sharing them with the class.

After about 10 students we were an hour into class . This is a smaller class probably around 60 people. Im praying to god we don't get through everyone today so I can write up a new story over the weekend that isn't filled with smut and masks and corn mazes like the one I have written this week.

I had to pee when we got to the 30th story so I got up quietly slipping out and rushing to the bathroom.

Call me crazy but every time my eyes drifted to Professor Sturniolo his eyes were already on me . Id like to think i'm delusional but the eye contact we held as he gave me a stern look had me feeling otherwise.

I made my way back to class and sat back down . Im guessing we were on about the 35 story when he said we only had time for about three more after this one.

THANK FUCKING GOD I CAN WRITE A NEW STORY THIS WEEKEND I thought to myself as another guy came up to read his story.

I was in shock after he read his it was a story about an old couple with dementia and the only people they could remember in the end was each other as they died in each others arms listening to their first dance song from their wedding. Im not gonna lie I shed some tears .

I looked back at Professor sturniolo as he called the second to last person up to read . He looked at me with a smirk and I swear I saw his Adams apple bob as if he was chuckling at the fact I was crying from the story that was just read. I quickly wiped my tears and sank into my seat.

After the last story of the class he started talking about how he wants everyone to start a new story and have it ready for next Fridays class .

I want you guys to focus your next stories on a specific feeling . It could be anger, happiness envy... anything you're feeling in the moment . I know I don't usually give prompts but I want you guys to express your feelings and show me through your writing style so I can feel them as well . Portraying feelings is a way to keep your reader interested . Have a good weekend and be safe .

everyone starts packing up and I do as well until ...

Ms y/l/n can you stay for a second we need to talk about some things

I loudly gulp as I look down the stairs where he stands as I nod my head and make my way down to him as the last students filter out.

have a seat ms y/l/n he says motioning to the seat in front of where he stands .

I do and sit quietly waiting for him to speak.

so would you like to tell me why you've missed two weeks of class he asks as he walks to his desk grabbing a few things and putting them in his bag.

I have no good explanation so I make one up hoping he'll believe it.

I was sick the first week and last week I had car troubles and was unable to get transportation here. I say sounding a bit unsure.

did you go to the doctor for a sick note he asks as he walks over to me standing in front of me looking down at me all the sudden making me nervous.

umm no

then I cant except that excuse . As for the car troubles ... uber is an option or the bus he says narrowing his eyes on me .

I mean ... yes but I...

I think your lying to me y/n and I don't appreciate it. Id like to think I make this class fun and you are a good writer what could possibly be worth waisting your talent hmm? he asks as he kneels down in front of the desk so I have to make eye contact with him .

I don't know I whisper as my face gets red and all the sudden the room starts to get hot.

Its a boy isn't it he ask as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

what ... I ask looking at him scrunching my eye brows

oh come on y/n your face says it all . I hate to see you skip class for someone who keeps you from having good grades and staying focused

I don't know what your talking about ... like I said I was sick and my car was broken so I say as I look away . How did my face give him that much intell.

okay y/n here's what we're gonna do i'm going to ignore the fact that you are blatantly lying to my face and i'll let these absences slide . But... if you even think of skipping my class again I will drop you and you will have to retake my class next semester... an I understood?

y-yes sir thank you I say as I take a breathe I didn't realize I was holding and look back up at him as he stands above me.

now did you write a story this week even though you were absent?

I want to lie and say no but i'm already on his bad side . I hate to say it but... he looks so hot when he's being stern and slightly irritated. He's only 27 and im 22 which is slightly weird. Most of my professors are old as fuck but it's kind of refreshing to have a young teacher.

Yeah I did I just... I didn't know we’d have to share them in front of the class and its not exactly... something I want to read to 60 people. I say as I avert my eyes to the ground.

Then good thing you'll be reading it to me right now... I know your style of writing I read them on a weekly bases but if you'd come to class on tuesday you would have known you'd have to read it aloud .

y-you want me to read it to you now I ask as I look up at him with raised brows and worry in my eyes.

yes unless you have somewhere to be thats more important . The correct answer would be " no sir ill read it now" his tone was laced with attitude mixed with a degrading flare that had me clenching my thighs.

no sir I have no where to be ill read it now I say with a tinge of attitude .

good girl now grab your computer and come back down here and start reading when your ready

I swallow thickly when he calls me good girl as my thighs squeeze together and my face gets red . It's so wrong to think of my professor in the ways I am but he makes its so hard not too. He looks down at my clenched legs smirking and walking to his desk grabbing his chair and sitting it in front of the desk I am at .

I get up and walk back up to where I left my bag grabbing my computer and bringing it back down . Opening it up and logging in as I find my story in google docs and take a breathe . Ive never had to read what I wrote out loud and I hate it so much . The fact i'm about to read a full on sex scene to my teacher should be illegal but he reads my story's each week so how bad could this be right.

whenever you're ready he says as he leans back in his chair waiting for me to start.

o-okay I say as I look down and start reading .

I was running through the corn field the three boys chasing after me from all sides . I cant tell who's who from the masks but I know if they catch me i'm screwed. Im being smacked and sliced by the sharps thick dried shucks from the corn but I power through trying my best to get away untouched . I decide to take a left and run down a narrow path that had been cut . I hear a low chuckle close by as I look over and I continue running to see the gold mask looking at me as the boy approaches me quickly . You can keep running all you want but we will catch you and you'll pay for what you did I hear a deep voice call from behind me . My breathing accelerated as my legs grow week from the amount of running i've been doing tonight. The path all the sudden opens to a large circle with a cross in the middle where they tie up the scar crows but it seems to be missing but fresh ropes lays over the arm parts. I turn around and all the sudden my body is knocked to the ground by a large hard object tackling me .GET OFF ME I scream as the man who pummeled me to the ground holds me down sitting on my legs so I cant fight back. Should have kept running darling you're in for it now he says as the other two apear behind him. Fuck all of you I spit as they all hover over me . The one holding me down hoists me up and the others grab my arms as they push me back into the cross. The ropes that were hanging are all the sudden around my wrists as they tie me to the cross and my breathing starts to pick up . What the fuck are you doing stop take me down now I say to them as I start to panic. Mmmm no. You knew we'd come for you after you sent Darren to prison and now... you'll pay for your sins the one in the black mask says as he steps close to me and I suck in a breathe . He deserves every single year he’ll be in there and I will never be sorry for it. I say as I try to kick him in the leg but fail when my arms burn form the movement causing me to whine. Easy sweetheart your only going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that the one in the red mask says as he steps up to me . Now are you ready to pay for your sins red masks says . What fucking sins I did what had to be done I bite back.

You see sending him to prison hurt all of us and you're going to repay us . You're going to be our own personal slut . We'll take every part of you until you finally realize what you did was a huge mistake black mask says as he steps up to me grabbing me by the neck . Hell no I scold him . These three boys are crazy and deranged . So dark that it feels like the moon barely even shows when they appear.

Jake mullin , Kade Brooksville and Connor palemess are some of the worst guys you'll ever meet . They are so attractive it hurts to even look at them but they have the worst personality known to man. I knew that they would make me pay for sending their best friend to prison but after Darren killed my brother I went psychotic and tracked down any information I could to put him behind bars but at what cost.

Now they want to use my body in a form of pay back for what I did. I should be angry and disgusted but ... the thought of these three men using me like their own personal toy has me dripping wet and embarrassingly I want them in ways i've never wanted a man in my life .

They each rip off their masks and i'm met with their faces.

Jake with his blue eyes and blond hair with a perfect jawline and juicy lips, Kade with his dark hair , stubble over his sharp jaw and perfect green eyes and last Conner with his hazel eyes and sandy brown hair with a perfect button nose and sharp jaw.

Kade steps in front of me as his hands move to my waist in a tight grip causing me to gasp .Now be a good girl and spread your legs he says deeply as he towers over me . I swallow but do as im told not feeling like putting up a fight and excepting the punishment for my actions. He pulls my shorts down along with my underwear tossing them back to Jake as his right hand moves down to my bare pussy causing me to gasp. mm someones dripping wet he says with a smirk that I wish I could punch off his face . Fuck you I say as I look up at his green eyes that are boring into me . He shoves two fingers inside me and I moan out as he speeds them up and grips my jaw with the other . Look at you such a slut enjoying what i'm doing to you he says as he gets in my face keeping eye contact as I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back. i'm shaking and moaning as my orgasm washes over me . Kade chuckling in my face as he watches me fall apart .

Connor come behind her and hold her legs up Kade says as he starts unbuckling his belt. My eyes widen as my body is picking up and conners strong veiny arms wrap underneath my thighs holding me up. Kades jeans drop to his ankles as he moves to take his boxers off too. I look down to see his long and thick dick clad with 4 Jacobs ladder piercings making me gulp.

He steps up to me and I meet eyes with him as his glisten with lust and a tinge of devilish intent. He smirks at me and I want to die right here right now. I should be fighting this I should be disgusted but... i've never wanted something so much in my life. This is going to hurt but punishments shouldn't be enjoyable. he says deeply as he slides the tip in causing me to gasp and my face to squeeze in discomfort. So fucking tight he groans as he slides more in and I feel every piercing as he thrusts in all the way and I scream. The pain of the stretch has my hands balling to fists and my eyes to water. He starts pounding into me harshly as my breathing is rapid and my muscles tense the pain hurts so good. Thats it take it all he groans as he gropes my ass and pounds faster hitting my g spot repeatedly . This goes on for god knows how long and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had . All I can do is breathe harshly when he finally finishes inside me and pulls out as Conner drops my legs and I hang on the ropes as my legs give out. Mmm I think we should just leave you here like this Kade says as he buttons his jeans and looks at me .My face is covered in tears and spit and I struggle to keep my eyes open from the exhaustion my body is feeling right now .Please don’t I whisper with a raspy voice . He chuckles as he tells the others to untie my wrists and Conner puts my short back on but keeps my underwear shoving them in his back pocket . Kade picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and walks back through the maze to his car throwing me in and driving back to their large mansion .

I take a deep breathe and stare at my computer when I finish reading the story unable to meet his eyes.

I mean y/n I must say you’re an amazing writer . You know how to set a science and really make the reader be able to envision where the story takes place.

Thank you sir I say but I still don’t look at him

When you write these stories do you envision yourself as the girl character he asks in a tone that has my eyes snapping up to meet his

Ummm … I guess yeah

Interesting he says as a smile forms on his face

You could easily be a dark romance author you have a talent for it … I mean these fantasy’s are thoroughly thought through and I think people would enjoy reading something like this. If I have to admit I read a lot of dark romance books myself and your writing reminds me a lot of books I’ve read and enjoyed

I smile at him as my face blushes and he notices as a smirk comes to his face.

Thank you sir I … appreciate that a lot

He stands up from his chair and come behind me as he bends down to be ear level with me.

Now. You better keep that promise about coming to my class from now on . I know you can be a good girl for me okay .

His voice so deep in my ear I feel the vibrations in my head and I accidentally let a whine out when he says good girl again and I hear him chuckle in my ear as he places a hand on my shoulder as he stands up to his full height.

Thank you for staying ms y/l/n . I can’t wait to read your next piece have a good weekend

I grab my computer and smile at him .

You too Mr Sturniolo I say as I rush up the stairs to my bag and rush out of the class room.

God wtf is wrong with me I think as I get back to my apartment and flop down onto my bed .

the way he spoke into my ear .... the heat of his hand on my shoulder... the way he calls me good girl.

the way i'm thinking about my professor right now is not okay and I know that but fuck me I cant stop myself from going to my nightstand and grabbing my vibrator.

Ever since I left that building tonight I couldn't deny the pulsing between my thighs and wetness that pooled when I read my story to him .

I strip and lay down on my bed as my minds ran wild with thoughts of professor Sturniolo .

maybe this will get him out of my head and ill be able to focus from now on.

Matts pov-

Y/n is a great writer but god reading her story each week drives me wild. I know thinking of students sexually is wrong and morally illegal but I cant help myself .

I was pissed off that she skipped two weeks of my class ... yeah obviously because she should be focused on finishing out her senior year with passing grades but also because I love watching her in my classroom as she works on her dirty little stories.

The way she bites her lip in concentration… the little smirk she gets when I know she’s writing a dirty line… the way she clenches her thighs when I call her a good girl

I know she’s my student and I shouldn’t be thinking these things about her but … I pull up her last story in my computer and decide this is the least time I’ll ever jerk off to the thought of her.

I need to clear her out of my head and be professional from now on .

Next class is gonna be different….

Part 2 coming soon 💋

[pirategirl4l]

Teach ya — pt. 2

pairing: Dom!matt x Reader.

summary: it’s been a week since Y/n lost her virginity to her best friend, Chris, and everything has been weirdly normal. You two are still friends and no one even talks about it. Well, except Matt, he has been thinking about it all week. He always thought you were hot, but before finding out you had sex with his brother, Matt never thought of you sexually. Until one day he can’t take it anymore and talks to you about it…

warning: smutt, cursing, pet names, unprotected sex.

part 1

Matt’s pov.

There she was, sitting on my couch, next to my brother, acting like nothing ever happened, acting like his dick wasn’t inside of her last week.

Everyone was acting normal, actually, and it was driving me nuts! No matter how i tried, I can’t forget that happened.

I always knew she was hot, she obviously is. But i never had thoughts of her like that, my creativity was leaving me on the edge every time she came over. Gladly, nobody ever realizes, but I don’t know for how much more I can hide it.

My mind always goes to forbidden places, like, what it would be like to have my dick inside of her, having her scratch my back and moan my name.

Y/n drops her phone on the floor, she gets up and bent down, grabbing her phone. Which she doesn’t know, is that her mini white skirt doesn’t cover up her pink lace panties.

I feel my pants tightening around my thighs as she sits back down on the couch. Fuck.

I groan, getting up and up the stairs, I open my bedroom door and go inside my bathroom, locking the door.

Y/n, look what you done to me.

Y/n’s pov.

“What’s up with him?” I ask, seeing Matt get up and go to his room, sounding mad.

Chris shrugges, watching his phone. I ignored it.

The air conditioner was set to fucking 60 degrees, giving chills all over my body.

“Ugh, i’m so cold.” I whine, hugging myself. “Why do you like to leave this house fucking freezing?”

Chris turns his phone off, looking at me, his blue eyes meet mine. “I don’t know, bro” He says, putting his feet of top of the center table. “Go get a blanket in Matt’s room.”

I nod, getting up and going up the stairs. As I get to the second floor, i walk through the big corridor, going to Matt’s door.

I knock in his door, but get nothing in response, so after a few seconds, get in. But, Matt wasn’t there.

I ignore it, looking around to find the blanket. I see the comfy white blanket next to the bathroom door. I walk to there and bent down we to grab the blanket, but when I do that, i hear something going from the bathroom.

It was… Matt, but he was whimpering and his breathing was fast. What the fuck is he doing??

“Fuck- Y/n” I hear his voice moaning my name.

Oh my god, is he jerking off to me?!

I feel my heart beating and my breathing accelerated, i never knew Matt felt that way about me!

A heat going through all of my body as I listen him washing his hands. But when I hear the door unlocking, i feel my body freezing, i couldn’t move.

His door opens slowly, but he doesn’t realize me yet. But when his gaze looks up, his ocean blue eyes meet mine, in shock.

“Y/n” He says, his voice ringing in my ear, echoing. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhm…” I try to answer, but nothing came to my head. “I-i just came to grab a… a blanket” I laugh nervously, showing the white blanket in my hand.

“Why didn’t you knock?!” He asks, now seeming annoyed, his voice went up, his browns furrowing.

“I did! You were just too busy to hear…” I say, looking down, realizing just after what I said.

“Did you hear that…?” He scratches the back of his neck, obviously nervous. Your gaze meet your feet, trying to contain a cocky smile.

The thought of Matt Sturniolo getting hard because of you, and jerking off moaning your name made the heat between your legs grow, you squeeze your thighs together to try to stop it.

“Yeah, i kinda did. Pretty busy with the thought of me huh?” I say cockily, his smirk growing in his lips.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want the attention though, coming over with this little skirt that doesn’t cover your pretty lace panties, like a slut.” Matt walks closer to me, taking large and slow steps. He looks up and down at me, bringing chills all over my body.

His hands goes to my waist, the cold of his ring touching my warm skin. I slightly gasp, which makes me chuckle.

“I am not even touching you right” He comes closer, his face inches to mine, his minty and warm breath hitting my face.

His blue eyes were dark, his pupil occupying all the space. His hair was falling over his face, but still couldn’t cover the shine in his eyes.

My heart beat was fast, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on my cheek, so so close to my mouth.

“Do you know how much i have been thinking about you? Thinking about you and my brother fucking, it’s driving me insane” His voice was raspy and low, my mouth slightly open, searching for air to occupied my whole lungs.

“But, all of this has been making me want to fuck you, not Chris, me.” His words ringed in my ear as he continued to stare at me with dark and focused eyes.

“Oh, i-i” I shutter, trying to focus on anything but the memory of his noises and whimpers to me.

“I know you want too, I see you squeezing your thighs together” His cold hands suddenly go to my ass, his rings going down and down until his hands are inside my skirt. “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

The nickname alone made you give in, making you nod, like a needy slut. Matt chuckles, looking at you with a cocky smirk.

“I need words, gorgeous girl” You took a deep breath before answering him.

“Yes, please” Your voice was shaking, and before you could even think, his soft and pink lips met yours with hunger.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip, asking for passage, which you quickly accepted it. His tongue explored your whole mouth with dominance, you didn’t even try to fight back.

One of his hand went up your jaw, holding you like he wouldn’t let you escape. But the other on continued down, going more and more close to where you need him most. His agile fingers quickly met your clit, doing circular moves.

“Already so wet for me, yeah?” He interrupted the kiss, his touch making you moan quietly. His fingers stop suddenly, making you miss his touch.

“Matt” You whine, making his laugh. He mumbles a ‘wait’ and picks you up by the ass, taking to his bed and dropping you on the fluffy king size bed.

He appreciates you for a second before diving in, kissing your neck, leaving purple marks and small bites. His big hands go inside your shirt, meets by you bra, he goes to your back, unclipping your bra in one second.

Without even hesitation, Matt takes your shirt and bra in one go, leaving your breasts naked for him to see.

He licks his lips and smile, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your body, through your tits, stomach, before reaching the hem of your skirt.

“So, so gorgeous” The vibrations from his voice run through all of your body. The tingles nonstop, you getting annoyed with how long he was taking.

“Please, Matt” Your whining made his ego growing even more, the fact that you were craving his touch so much you couldn’t even wait made him feel really confident.

“Alright, my needy brat” He chuckles, quickly becoming serious again. He takes of your skirt, your panties were already soaked, which made him even harder.

He kisses your stomach, going down until he’s kissing your inner thighs, his mouth giving you goosebumps. His fingers played with the hem of your panties, slowly taking off of you.

The vision he has it’s just so much better of what he ever imagined, his hard on was hurting at this moment, but he spent a whole week imagining you, so he was gonna take his time.

Matt’s mouth went closer and closer to your weak spot, his kisses making you weak to your knees. His mouth met your clit, he kissed it gently before sliding his tongue through all of your folds.

You moan, biting your lower lip to contain your noises. His tongue hitting just the right spot every time, your legs trying to close, but Matt kept his hands on your thighs to stop you.

“Keep open for me, baby” You hear his raspy voice saying, the vibrations of his voice trembling through your body.

Matt keeps licking and kissing you, so you soon feel that familiar knot creating on your stomach. You whine and moan, ready to release at any moment.

Matt puts your legs over his shoulders, hitting a new angle, an even better angle, your knees tremble, and you feel your orgasm approaching, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Matt, i-i” You shutter, not being able to talk straight. “I’m gonna-“

You interrupt yourself, feeling you liquid leave your body, going all over Matt’s mouth. He licks every drop of it, leaning over you and kissing you passionately, you could feel you taste in his tongue.

“God, you taste so good baby” He says during the kiss, you whimper in his mouth, as you feel his erection brush over your exposed part.

Matt unbuckle his pants and pull them down, his bikers were completely filled, you gasp just imagining the feeling of him inside of you.

“Are you ready?” He asks, towering over you, you nod a yes, and anxious yes.

Matt take of his boxers, you feel yourself getting wet again from the view. You take a deep breath, as Matt aligns himself with your entrance, you feel his tip brushing towards your hole.

“You gonna be a good girl and take my dick, huh?” He smirks, you close your eyes and nod, letting a small moan leave your mouth.

Matt slowly pushes himself into you, his inches going one for one inside your hole. You moan, rolling your eyes back. He whimpers in your ear, making you weak.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby” His raspy voice drives you insane. You feel your walls clenching a round him as he finishes pushing all of his inches into you.

He’s big, but he doesn’t wait for you to adapt. So soon Matt starts thrusting in and out, first slowly, then faster.

He’s faster in every push, your skins slapping together fills the room together with your moans. You’re both panting as Matt goes into you and out.

“Tell me, tell me if I’m better than Chris, huh?” Matt whimpers in your ear, you can’t think of anything but his dick inside of you, filling your whole.

You quickly nod, not being able to speak. Matt’s going on a fast speed, faster than you ever experienced.

Chris was amazing, but he was slow and careful. Matt is being rough and harsh.

“I want to hear your pretty voice, baby” He smirks at you, his thumb travels to your clit, doing circular movements while still thrusting into you.

“You- mhm” You try to speak, as you press you eyes shut. “Better”

“Made you cock drunk, yeah? Matt presses a kiss on your cheek, you whine, feeling your orgasm approaching for the second time.

Your walls tighten around his dick, as he reaches a faster pace, your skins slapping together and you moan out his name.

“Matt-“ You open your eyes, seeing him looking at you with a smile like he isn’t fucking your brains out. “I’m coming”

He groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Let it go for me, baby”

As his raspy and low voice rings in your ear, you feel yourself releasing, the knot in your stomach disappearing as your liquid falls over his cock.

Matt wasn’t far behind, and after a few seconds, you feel him filling you up with his cum.

You both are panting, as Matt goes out of you, but yet doesn’t lay down. He pushes his thumb into your hole, not letting not even a drop of cum leave you. “Making sure nothing comes out”

Matt lays down next to you, turning to the side to face you. His hand travels to your face, his fingers caressing your face as you get your breath back.

“This was better than i ever imagined, Y/n” He says and turns your face to look at him, his eyes were shining and his smile was lightening you.

You smile too, as you see him getting closer and placing a sweet, slow kiss on your lips. Matt grabs the blanket and cover you, as you feel yourself tired.

“Matt, it was perfect” You say in a low and sweet voice, he smiles and pushes you closer to him.

His hand on your waist and his breathing on your neck was the perfect scenario, and you slowly falls asleep.

[saltypepps]

I’ve got a weird-ass megaman au that’s been bouncing around my skull for like five years and has never once left it, so I’m gonna jot it down here. If you notice any plot holes and stuff like that, feel free to send an ask about it. Just don’t @ me for diverging from canon pls.

IMMENSE CANON DIVERGENCE BELOW

Lore

-It takes place in 20XX and combines the classic and x series. Dr. Light is a talented roboticist but he didn’t per say invent sentient robots

-Reploids have been around since Light and Wily were teenagers (let’s say around 50-60 years) and were invented by a group of scientists (minorly including the two young prodigies) using both current knowledge of robotics and the reverse engineering of ancient robotic tech (ie. stardroids)

-All robots with human-level self-awareness are called reploids, ‘robot master’ is a trades title like journeyman

-The Maverick Wars occurred before the classic-era robots were created. Think like the Hard Age in MMFC. Reploids were thought of as tools and servants before the wars and they were getting tired of it. Outrage festered as reploids bided their time, and the introduction of the Maverick Virus from an unknown source was the moment all hell broke loose.

-The war (or at least the virus) was mostly contained to Abel City, the sprawling city-state that was the birthplace of the first reploids and the location of numerous ancient sites and an odd amount of meteor activity. The city’s protective barrier, originally made to defend against the frequent meteor showers, helped to keep the virus and combat within its borders. The conflicts lasted for about 18 years before a cure to the virus was found and Abel’s Charter enshrined personhood and equal rights for the reploid race.

-The Maverick Hunters were formed by the military shortly before the war began, when it was merely civil unrest. They were a division of reploid soldiers tasked with controlling reploid crime and enforcing the strict guidelines reploids had to live by (yucky). When the virus emerged and the conflict escalated, the Hunters began mass drafting any capable reploid into their ranks.

-Recognizing Dr. Wily’s technological prowess and more importantly his moral ambiguity, the government commissioned him to create a living weapon. He stole elements from Light’s blueprints for X to create Project DWN-Infinity, a nameless female warbot-type reploid (lmao that sure changes) designed to kill, deceive, seduce, win by any means, and follow orders without question (this ALSO changes). DWN-Infinity became a high-ranking officer in the Maverick Hunters before the virus’s emergence, seemingly coming from nowhere and taking her place as Commander Sigma’s second-in-command. Dr. Wily split from the government and moved to Monsteropolis shortly after DWN-Infinity’s completion.

-Dr. Light completed his first reploid and his son, X, not long before everything hit the fan. X was unknowingly a revolutionary step in reploid technology, imbued with the mysterious Infinite Potential that allows him to grow and change in ways most reploids can’t. X was taken at just two weeks old, and Light was evacuated along with most civilians.

Monsteropolis

-After about 12 years in Monsteropolis, Dr. Wily and Dr. Light eventually came to a truce and created Blues, a reploid with what was supposed to be a cutting-edge fusion power core prototype. During those events, Light and Wily’s tentative friendship shattered for good, with Wily moving to his island base and secretly plotting revenge over the old grudges that had resurfaced. Blues’s story mainly follows Archie’s canon. After it was revealed that his power core would eventually kill him, Blues ran away from Dr. Light and was taken in by Wily, who fixed and modified him into Break Man.

-As of the current day, Dr. Light lives in Monsteropolis, living a relatively peaceful life with his reploid children in the city outskirts. He was told by the Maverick Hunters that X had died during the early months of the war, and has since tried his best move on. The children know nothing of X’s existence due to the subject’s painful nature.

-Dr. Wily, avoiding his old colleague at all costs, lives on a secluded island off the coast of Monsteropolis. He chose not to know or care about the fate of DWN-Infinity and erased all records of her creation.

-Bass and Piano were built around the same time as Rock and Roll, but are slightly younger by a few months. Again, Dr. Wily stole elements from Rock’s and Roll’s blueprints to build them.

-Blues, now 15, lives a nomadic life. He’s barely on speaking terms with Light and Wily, but he does visit Rock and Roll on occasion.

In Abel City

-X was assigned to be DWN-Infinity’s begrudging protege shortly after he was drafted. Initially, he despised her cold, callous, unscrupulous nature, but eventually grew to see the surprisingly complex individual under the facade. The two eventually grew to be friends and trusted comrades.

-DWN-Infinity was essentially the teacher’s pet of the Maverick Hunters, quickly climbing the ranks and falling into Commander Sigma’s favour. After Sigma’s betrayal and the viral catastrophe, she became the leader of Sigma’s unit. To the outside world, her command seemed flawless, and her subordinates often praised her sharp intellect and peerless fighting skill. (On the inside, however, Zero was biding his time and realizing some things about himself. 🏳️‍⚧️)

-The pair’s friendship endured the tests of time. Near the war’s end, the two became romantically involved, with X finally confessing his feelings for Zero in a moment of respite. They got engaged not long after, and tied the knot the day after their rights to personhood and marriage were enshrined.

-As of now, the two are leading a peaceful life. X is an English and social studies teacher at Abel City Central High, and Zero is the chair of a non-profit organization that helps warbot-model reploids adjust to civilian life. They live in a quaint old house near the city centre.

Characters

-Rock Light: An 11-year-old household-model reploid boy and Roll’s twin sister. Dr. Light’s youngest son.

-Roll Light: An 11-year-old household-model reploid girl and Rock’s twin brother. Dr. Light’s only daughter.

-Bass Wily: A 10-year-old warbot-model reploid boy and Piano’s twin brother. Estranged from Dr. Wily, may rarely come home to visit Piano. Changed his name from Forte to Bass not long after his completion.

-Piano Wily: A 10-year-old warbot-model reploid girl and Bass’s twin sister. Still lives in Dr. Wily’s fortress, but prefers to avoid her father.

-Blues: A 15-year-old hybrid-model reploid and the older brother of Rock, Roll, Bass, and Piano.

-Dr. Thomas Light: A 65-year-old human roboticist and the proud father of X, Blues, Rock, and Roll. Estranged from Blues due to the power core incident, but is gradually gaining back his trust. Former friend and colleague of Dr. Wily.

-Dr. Albert Wily: A 62-year-old human roboticist and the proud(ish) father of Zero, Blues, Bass, and Piano. Cut off by all of his children except Piano due to his abusive and self-serving nature. Former friend and colleague of Dr. Light.

X: Dr. Light’s eldest and long-lost son. 28 years old and happily married to Zero, enjoying his newfound peace, and unaware of his origins.

Zero: Dr. Wily’s eldest and abandoned son. 27 years old and happily married to X, doesn’t give a shit about his origins, and is proudly and openly transgender.

[orangepanic]

Asami’s first day at Katara Memorial Medical Center went more or less as she expected. After all, she’d been carefully preparing for weeks. She began with human resources, filling out the necessary paperwork with information she’d already organized by topic on her phone and handing over the required ID from within the folio she’d brought. She posed for her badge picture with the perfect subtle-but-not-too-big smile. Next came the hospital tour with Opal Beifong, the attending from Pulmonology—first to Asami’s new home in Orthopedics, then a journey to the top floor to work their way down, ending on the ground floor at the Trauma Center near the big bay doors to the ER. There Dr. Beifong bid Asami a cheerful farewell and directed her down a long hallway towards the cafeteria for lunch. Which was when the “less” part of her expectations came in.

“Out of the way!” Asami barely had time to jump aside as a force barreled down the hallway in a flurry of thrashing limbs. There was a shout and a deep yell as the scene resolved into two men, one dragging the other by the waist, blood spattering against the white tile in their wake. Attached to the neck of the man being grappled was a long furry shape.

“Don’t hurt him!” the dragged man screamed, his voice high-pitched and desperate. He looked to be in his mid-60s but with the height and build of a heavyweight wrestler. It was a small wonder he could be maneuvered at all, even by a man half his age. “Bum-ju is just playing!”

The younger man ignored him entirely. Only then did Asami register his long white coat, or at least formerly white. The whole front of it was smeared with red. That was… that was a doctor? 

Without a word doctor knocked over the water cooler, sending the large plastic jug rolling. This he stopped with one foot and, finally releasing the patient, grabbed the half-filled container in both hands and emptied it over the other man’s head. The creature attached to his neck abruptly let go, spraying water and blood everywhere as it dropped to the floor and half-bounced, half-skittered back against the wall. To Asami it looked like a ferret. 

The doctor yanked off his tie and pressed it flat against the wound in the patient’s neck. Then his gold eyes settled on Asami’s newly-minted staff badge. “Are you going to stand there or are you going to be useful and catch that damned thing?” he snapped, jerking his head towards the dazed and drenched ferret. 

“With what?” was Asami’s only response.

Instead of answering the doctor grabbed the patient’s hand and pressed it to his own neck over the blood-soaked tie. “Hold that,” he commanded, then stripped off his lab coat and threw it over the ferret, scooping it up and tying both arms in a knot. The glare he shot Asami could have melted metal. 

And that was how she met Dr. Iroh, the attending in Trauma.

[scotianostra]

On January 15th 1968 a Hurricane devastates Scotland.

The 1968 Hurricane Low Q was a deadly storm that moved through the Central Belt of Scotland during mid January 1968. It was described as Central Scotland's worst natural disaster since records began and the worst gale in the British Isles.

Around 250,000 homes were damaged across Scotland, resulting in almost 2,000 people becoming temporarily homeless. The storm, , arrived during the night, when most people were at home in bed, blowing in house and shop windows, tearing roofs off buildings and trees from the ground.

Our nation is no stranger to howling winds and dangerous weather, but this hurricane took twenty lives, nine in Glasgow alone.

Homes, shops, cars and churches were all desolated by the strong gusts brought on by Hurricane Low Q, they might have had crap names back then but it didn’t make them less dangerous, which first hit land through the night of 14 January 1968.

The Daily Record reported at the time that two mothers and their daughters died when a chimney head fell through a tenement on Dumbarton Road in the city. A mother and her three-year-old daughter from Swindon, Wiltshire, lost their lives, they had come to Glasgow for the funeral of her mother, who died in a fire in Govan the previous Saturday.

Also killed were Mrs Janet Gowran, 40, and her youngest daughter Nancy, 10. A 5 year-old-girl was killed at her home in Port Street, Anderston and a 25-year-old pregnant nurse was lost her life when a chimney head crashed through her ground floor flat in North Kelvinside.

The freak hurricane also claimed the life of a 38-year-old woman at Willowbank Street in Woodside, a 60-year-old woman at Niddrie Road, Crosshill and a man who lost his life at his home in Arlington Street, Charing Cross.

The chaos was referred to by police as worse than the Clydebank Blitz. The hurricane was the worst storm to hit the Scotland for 30 years, with winds of over 100 miles an hour.

In Glasgow 70,000 corporation houses were damaged, 1100 chimney heads collapsed and 69 tenement buildings eventually had to be demolished. I was not just the day after the storm that emergency services were busy. The clean-up lasted for days and weeks after and the Daily Record reported at the time that it would be nine months before telephone lines were restored!

The damage cost the city millions of pounds.

The dates are all over the place with this one, you would think that it being so recent the event would have been well documented and dated, I could have posted this on any one of 6 days as that is how long the storm lasted in full. Sources vary for the wind speeds as well but different areas were obviously more exposed, Glasgow seen highs of 103 mph while the Cairngorms got battered with an incredible 173 mph.

After the storm moved away, the death toll continued to rise. 30 people died from repairing houses so in total it caused 50 deaths.

On 16th January 1968, about 150 troops from Edinburgh came to Glasgow to help with the clean-up operation. There was little national press coverage of the storm, despite it affecting most of northern England, Northern Ireland and Scotland. An interest-free loan of £500,000 was given by the Government to the affected areas. Singer Frankie Vaughan began to raise funds for the victims of the storm by holding a special concert at Alhambra Theatre in Glasgow.

The damage wasn’t contained to Glasgow in Edinburgh windows were blown in, roofs and trees were ripped up, cars were crushed and chimney stacks collapsed. Hundreds of people were left destitute and thousands more were left without power in the aftermath. A couple were crushed to death by falling masonry when their chimney crashed through the roof of their home in Dalry. The city’s Scott Monument lost one of the 80ft-high pinnacles from its first tier. It smashed a floodlight on its way down, embedding itself a foot into the ground, as seen in the last pic.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Mask bans disenfranchise millions of Americans with disabilities - Published Aug 20, 2024

Last week, a mask ban in Nassau County, New York was signed into law. If I lived just 60 miles east of my New Jersey town, I would be under threat of a fine or jail time every time I left the house.

I’ve been masking consistently in public since 2020, when the Covid-19 pandemic began, because I have a kidney transplant and will take immunosuppressant medication for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, my lifesaving medication also makes me more susceptible to infectious diseases like measles, the flu, and Covid-19. Even when people like me are vaccinated against the virus, we are at higher risk of being infected and are more likely to experience adverse health outcomes, including hospitalization and death.

The legislation in Nassau County and elsewhere primarily targets people who wear masks to hide their identity while committing crimes or during public protests, specifically against the ongoing genocide in Palestine. Masks are defined as any facial covering that disguises the face, and facial coverings worn for religious or health reasons are exempt. But people like me, who wear masks for health reasons, are disproportionally affected by these bans even when they include medical exemptions.

That’s because although the Nassau mask ban contains provisions for people who mask for medical reasons, it is up to the police to determine whether someone has a medical reason for masking if they are out in public. This means that enforcing the ban is subjective and will disproportionally impact Black people and people of color, who are more likely to be stopped by police and are also more likely to wear masks to prevent Covid. This is in part because Black and Latinx Americans are more cautious in their approach to the pandemic, reflecting the higher hospitalization and death rates in these communities. The Nassau mask ban as it is written is reminiscent of a “Stop and Frisk” law, which allows police to temporarily detain, question, and search people without a warrant.

This isn’t just localized to Nassau County; mask bans have been proposed or passed in multiple states, including North Carolina, Ohio, and California. For example, in North Carolina, where I lived for six years while completing my doctorate, a state-wide ban was recently passed. Although the final bill also includes a health exemption, it originally prohibited masking even for medical reasons. This medical exemption was only added after strong pushback from disability advocates.

There is also a statewide mask ban under consideration in New York state, where many people in my immediate family live. The bill as it is currently written bans masks not just during protests but also for people engaging in lawful assembly, or a peaceful gathering of more than two people for a lawful purpose, in the state. I’m not an expert on the New York state legislature, so I don’t know how likely it is to pass. But if it does, it means that my parents and I would be violating the law if we did something as banal as go on a walk together outdoors while wearing masks, because the bill allows people to wear masks for medical reasons only during a declared public health emergency. (The federal Covid public health emergency was declared over in 2023.) Again, enforcement of these bans is up to the police, who are not medical experts and who will apply the law unevenly. The right of peaceful assembly is part of the First Amendment, and mask bans are an infringement on everyone’s rights.

That is doubly true for disabled people participating in peaceful protest. Without protests, we would not have the Americans with Disabilities Act. A series of demonstrations beginning at San Francisco in 1977 and concluding in 1990 at the Capitol building’s “Capitol Crawl” helped codify disability rights into law in the United States. At the Capitol Crawl demonstration, 60 people with disabilities, many of them wheelchair users, crawled up the Capitol steps to illustrate structural barriers and to show that disability rights are a civil rights issue. Disabled people have relied on protesting to get our basic needs met. Mask bans don’t just take away our right to protest; they take away our right to peacefully exist in public. They are an infringement on everyone’s rights and are a threat to American democracy.

There is another reason for banning masks: the strong push for people to “return to normal” during the “post-pandemic” era. Masking is a reminder that the pandemic is still ongoing. In the same week that Nassau County passed its mask ban, weekly test positivity in the United States was the highest it has been since February 2022 and continues to climb. The CDC and other public health agencies encourage people to wear masks when respiratory viruses are causing high numbers of infection and illness in the community, especially in congregate or crowded settings. It’s a good idea for everyone to be wearing a mask right now when they are out in public.

People who are immunocompromised are told to wear masks in addition to getting vaccinated, improving air ventilation, and making sure our close contacts also receive the vaccine. But current coverage with the Covid-19 vaccines is low; only 22.3% of adults have received a vaccine dose in the past year. This means that I can’t return to your unmasked “normal.” The new normal includes exposure to a virulent, airborne illness that circulates year-round, with seasonal spikes that correspond to times of high travel and congregate indoor activities.

If masks are banned where I live, I will have to make the choice between endangering my transplant and my health every time I leave the house, or to remain on permanent lockdown in my home. As disability oracle and activist Alice Wong reminds us, mask bans are an extension of “ugly laws,” historical laws and ordinances that prevented disabled people from being in public. We deserve to be seen and to be included in public life. Mask bans are a threat not just to disabled people, but to all of us. It’s never too late to start masking again—to protect not just your health and the health of people around you, but also to protect our fundamental human rights.

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James Harrison, Whose Blood Donations Saved Over Two Million Babies, Has Died! Heard On All Things Considered

— March 3, 2025 | By Rachel Treisman

James Harrison looks at 8-month-old Layla and her mother, Beth Ismay, in Sydney, Australia, in May 2018. It was the last time Harrison donated blood. Subel Bhandari/Picture Alliance via Getty Images

Australia's most prolific blood and plasma donor, James Harrison, has died at age 88. Known as the "Man with the Golden Arm," Harrison is credited with saving the lives of 2.4 million babies over the course of more than half a century.

Harrison died "peacefully in his sleep" at a nursing home on Feb. 17, Lifeblood — the Australian Red Cross branch responsible for blood donations — announced on Saturday.

Harrison donated blood and plasma a whopping 1,173 times, according to Lifeblood, every two weeks between 1954 and 2018. All but 10 were from his right arm, the Sydney Morning Herald reported.

He "never missed a single appointment," the agency said, and "expected nothing in return." Blood donors are not compensated financially under Australian law.

"James was a remarkable, stoically kind, and generous person who was committed to a lifetime of giving and he captured the hearts of many people around the world," Lifeblood CEO Stephen Cornelissen said in a statement.

Harrison's plasma contained a rare and precious antibody called anti-D, which was discovered in the mid-1960s. It is used in medications to prevent haemolytic disease of the fetus and newborn (HDFN) — also known as rhesus disease — a potentially fatal disease that occurs when a pregnant person's blood is incompatible with that of their unborn baby, prompting their immune system to attack it.

According to Lifeblood, 17% of Australian women who become pregnant end up needing anti-D injections — and most of the country's supply comes from a pool of less than 200 regular plasma donors.

Harrison became the country's first and most prolific anti-D donor, according to Lifeblood. In 1999, he received the Medal of the Order of Australia, one of the country's highest civilian honors. But he downplayed his accomplishments in interviews throughout the years, urging others to roll up their sleeves too.

"Some people say, 'Oh, you're a hero,' " Harrison told NPR in 2015. "But I'm in a safe room, donating blood. They give me a cup of coffee and something to nibble on. And then I just go on my way. … No problem, no hardship."

Harrison Started Donating To Repay Others' Generosity

At his last blood donation in 2018, James Harrison shows a card documenting his earlier donations. Subel Bhandari/picture alliance via Getty Images

When Harrison was 14, he got sick and had to have one of his lungs removed.

The grueling process involved a three-month hospital stay, 100 stitches and nearly two gallons of donated blood, he told NPR. It inspired him to donate his own later — despite his aversion to needles.

"I was always looking forward to donating, right from the operation, because I don't know how many people it took to save my life," he said. "I never met them, didn't know them."

In 1954, as soon as he hit the legal age of 18, Harrison started giving blood and plasma.

Scientists discovered the anti-D treatment for HDFN about a decade later, and Harrison soon learned his blood contained the rare life-saving antibody — which doctors believe has to do with the blood he received years earlier.

Once Harrison learned he possessed anti-D, Lifeblood says he was "happy to continue to donate and switch over to plasma donation in order to help as many people as possible."

"I was prepared and wanted to give something back," Harrison said. "And I've been donating for 60 years."

Lifeblood says more than 3 million doses of anti-D containing Harrison's blood have been issued to Australian mothers since 1967. That long list of recipients includes members of his own family.

His donations helped grow and inspire his own family

Harrison's daughter, Tracey Mellowship, was among the women who received the injection while pregnant.

"As an anti-D recipient myself, he has left behind a family that may not have existed without his precious donations," she said in a statement, adding that her dad was "immensely proud" to have welcomed two great-grandchildren in his final years.

Harrison's contributions didn't just enable his family to grow, but to give back themselves.

"The whole family are blood donors," Harrison told NPR. "And that makes you feel proud, too."

In 2011, his grandson Scott made his first donation — seated right next to Harrison, who was making his 1,000th.

His late wife Barbara was a blood donor as well. Harrison kept donating "even in his darkest days," including after her death, Lifeblood says.

Mellowship said her dad was proud to have saved so many lives "without any cost or pain."

"It made him happy to hear about the many families like ours, who existed because of his kindness," Mellowship said. "He always said it does not hurt, and the life you save could be your own."

James Harrison, pictured giving his 537th blood donation in December 1992. Simon Alekna/Fairfax Media Archive via Getty Images

He Continues To Advance Scientific Research

Harrison officially retired at age 81, the maximum age for blood donations under Australian law.

He made his last donation in May 2018, surrounded by half a dozen grateful mothers holding babies who benefited from the anti-D program.

From the blood center recliner, Harrison bemoaned his forced retirement, telling the Sydney Morning Herald that "I'd keep on going if they let me."

But he also spoke optimistically about passing the baton — or, more accurately, the squishy stress ball.

"I hope it's a record that somebody breaks, because it will mean they are dedicated to the cause," he said.

Australia has about 200 anti-D donors who help around 45,000 mothers and babies annually, according to Lifeblood.

But because the antibody is so rare, and there are so few human donors able to donate regularly, scientists are also trying to come up with a synthetic version.

Lifeblood is working with Walter and Eliza Hall Institute of Medical Research (WEHI), Australia's oldest research institute, on a project they call "James in a Jar." It could see Harrison continue to save lives long after his death.

"Using the blood of James and other donors, the team has successfully recreated and grown his antibody in the lab — with the hope it will one day help prevent (HDFN), not just for pregnant women in Australia, but also worldwide," it says.

Australia's 'Man With The Golden Arm' Retires After Saving 2.4 Million Babies

— May 14, 2018 | Camila Domonoske

James Harrison, known as "the man with the golden arm," is pictured in 2003, when he was recognized for the number of times he had donated blood products. At the time it was his 808th donation. The Australian man has now donated well over 1,000 times. David Gray/Reuters

James Harrison, an Australian man whose blood contains a rare antibody that can create a treatment that saves babies' lives, has donated plasma one last time.

Harrison, 81, is now over the age limit for donors — in fact, he hit the cap months ago.

But the Australian Red Cross Blood Service let him donate one last time on Friday. The service estimates that over the course of his life, he has helped save some 2.4 million babies.

Harrison, known as "the man with a golden arm," has donated blood and plasma regularly for more than six decades, from age 18 to age 81. All told, he donated 1,172 times — 1,162 from his right arm, 10 from his left, the Sydney Morning Herald reports.

"I hope it's a record that somebody breaks," Harrison told the Blood Service.

Harrison spoke to NPR in 2015 and explained his long history with blood donation. He had a lung removed when he was 14, in a procedure that required multiple blood transfusions:

"'I was in the hospital for three months and I had 100 stitches,' he recalls.

"After receiving 13 units — almost 2 gallons — of donated blood, Harrison knew right away that he wanted to give back.

"'I was always looking forward to donating, right from the operation, because I don't know how many people it took to save my life,' he says. 'I never met them, didn't know them.'"

So, as soon as he turned 18, he started donating blood and plasma. He kept it up for years.

Then researchers discovered that his plasma had a property that could save infants' lives.

When a woman with Rh-negative blood has an Rh-positive fetus, it's known as Rh incompatibility. Her body can develop an immune reaction that attacks her baby's blood cells, and those antibodies put future children at risk.

Then, in the 1960s, scientists discovered that the same antibody — Rho(D) immune globulin, also known in Australia as anti-D — can also be used to create a treatment. It saves babies that would otherwise get sick or die.

And Harrison, it just so happens, has anti-D in his bloodstream. A lot of it.

"Very few people have these antibodies in such strong concentrations," Jemma Falkenmire, of the Australian Red Cross Blood Donor Service, told the Herald. "His body produces a lot of them, and when he donates his body produces more."

Harrison was happy to hear that he could help save babies' lives. He switched from giving blood to giving plasma, as often as the service would allow him.

He contributed to treatments for millions of Australian women, including his own daughter.

Today, although researchers are testing methods to make the antibody in a lab, donors who produce the antibody are still the only source for anti-D.

Such donors are rare these days, at least in developed countries. The antibodies are produced naturally by women with Rh incompatibility. But the same treatment that saves babies prevents mothers from developing that immune reaction.

To fill that gap, some Rh-negative men agree to be exposed to Rh-positive blood so they can become donors, either as volunteers or for money.

And a small number of people develop the antibodies after accidentally receiving a transfusion of the wrong kind of blood.

That's probably what happened to Harrison. And he made the best of the mistake by voluntarily donating life-saving plasma for many years.

Harrison is one of about 200 people in Australia who are known to create the antibody.

When Harrison spoke to NPR a few years ago, he knew his "retirement" was coming soon. He said it was time for other people to step up.

"Some people say, 'Oh, you're a hero,' " he told NPR. "But I'm in a safe room, donating blood.

"They give me a cup of coffee and something to nibble on. And then I just go on my way. ... No problem, no hardship."

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Part 3, Chapter 20

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness? Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 4 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

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PART 3

Chapter 20

“When I asked for a favour, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Jessica said in her wry voice as the two of them crouched behind a pickup truck.

“I know,” Calina replied, as she finished typing out her message to Matt. “But I told you - I need to do this.”

Jessica leaned over to read the text on her phone and shook her head. “‘Fighting bad guys, be home later.’ Seriously? You couldn’t have gone with ‘Out for cocktails’ or ‘Getting my nails done’?”

“He knows I’m with you, so he’d never have bought that. Besides, I don’t lie to Matt anymore.”

“You could have just not said anything. He’s going to kill me - this was supposed to be a quick and easy interpreter gig.”

That’s how it had started. After leaving Matt’s firm, Jessica had led Calina to her office, where a woman was huddled in the corner of a battered couch. She looked to be in her late 60s or early 70s, and was swallowed up in a thick woollen coat that looked two sizes too big. Fingerless gloves covered her hands, which clutched a bent and twisted photograph.

“Who is she?” Calina had whispered to Jessica, shrugging out of her jacket.

“No clue. She arrived an hour ago, holding this.” Jessica showed her a scrap of newspaper which contained an advert for her PI business. Scrawled next to it, in thick black ink, were the words:

Pleese help her.

“Someone sent her my way, but I can’t get anything out of her except her name: Ema. I dialled up an interpreter service but she freaked out and tried to bolt. I figure she’s undocumented and scared shitless of the authorities. She sounds like she’s speaking Russian, so I thought you could help instead.”

It wasn’t Russian the woman spoke, but Rusyn, a dialect specific to certain parts of eastern and central Europe, including Slovakia, where the woman was from. It wasn’t a language Calina was fluent in, but it was close enough to Ukranian and Russian that she was managing.

The woman also wasn’t called Ema - that was the name of her missing granddaughter.

“When did you last see Ema?” Calina asked, enunciating each word slowly in the foreign language.

The woman broke down into quiet sobs as she answered. Calina listened carefully to the woman’s pained response, and tried to control her own emotions in the face of such obvious fear and worry.

“What did she say?” Jessica asked when the woman eventually finished talking. She was leaning against her desk, arms folded, a scowl on her face.

“Ema has been missing a week. Its completely out of character, and Nela here,”-Calina patted the older woman’s back as she continued to cry-“ is worried sick. But she can’t go to the police. You were right, they’re here illegally.”

Jessica grabbed a notebook off her desk and started scribbling. “Okay. I need info - where this Ema works, friends, boyfriends, hobbies. Get me everything you can.”

Calina nodded and got to work. She coaxed Nela into telling her as much as she knew, interspersing her barrage of questions with platitudes that she wasn’t sure she believed in:

It would be okay.

They’d find her granddaughter

They’d bring her home safely.

She knew it was wrong to make false promises, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like she needed to say something. She wasn’t used to dealing with a distraught relative. Someone so at the end of their rope they would risk turning to a stranger for help. Someone who looked up at her with watery, beseeching eyes and begged her to find her beloved vnúčka.

So she told the older woman what she wanted to hear, then led her down the stairs to a waiting taxi. Handing the driver the cab fare, she guided Nela into the back and sent her home to wait for news.

“You can’t get emotionally involved,” Jessica chided when Calina returned to the dark and dingy office. “This is a case. We need to be detached and just deal in the facts.”

But that sentiment changed when the facts of the case became clear. After making some calls and checking the ‘net, Jessica discovered that Ema - a pretty 23-year old who made ends meet by sewing and repairing clothes with her grandmother, and who enjoyed watching black and white films while drinking hot chocolate - had met a guy.

A bad guy. A manipulative and abusive guy.

It was a story as old as time. But this particular story had a nasty modern edge. The bad guy in question - Bohdan Chumak - had a site on the dark web. One he and his friends used to stream their abuse of captive women in exchange for money and ‘likes’.

Jessica had found a clip of Ema from yesterday, and the footage had triggered something in Calina. It had pressed all of her buttons, in all the wrong ways…and it seemed to affect Jessica just as strongly. At the end of the short, but violent 30-second clip, Jessica had launched out of her seat and hammered her fist into the wall behind her.

“You okay?” Calina asked, eyeing the massive dent in the wall with equal parts worry and admiration. Matt had told her all about Jessica’s super-strength, but seeing it in person was something else.

“Yeah,” Jessica gritted out as she paced the small office.

“What happened to staying detached?”

The other woman paused, and looked at Calina for a long moment, as if weighing something up in her mind. Then she collapsed onto the sofa and sighed. “Murdock told me some stuff about you. About your past. And I’m sorry if that was a breach of trust, or whatever, but the dude was going through some stuff, and needed to off-load.”

“Okay,” Calina said slowly. Part of her was desperate to know when this conversation took place, and what stuff Matt had been ‘going through’…but she sensed that was a conversation for a different time. “And?”

“And...I have some experience of that too. Of being under someone’s control. Of being abused, and made to do things…” She swallowed harshly and stared off into space for a moment. Then she snapped her head back to glare at Calina. “Let’s just say, for cases like this one,”- she pointed to the laptop screen-“I tend to break my golden rule. I’m going to take down this fucking scumbag, and the rest of his fucking scumbag gang, and I’m going to hurt them in the process. Badly. You can run on home to your boyfriend and tell him, but if he tries to stop me-”

“I’m coming with you.”

“What?”

“I’m just as angry as you are, Jessica - I’m just more liable to break a bone if I take that frustration out on the brickwork. But I’m more than happy to take it out on Chumak and his friends. I want to. I need to.”

Jessica eyed her again, more favourably this time, an admiring glint in her dark eyes. “Okay, then, Comrade. Let’s do this.”

And that’s how they'd ended up hiding behind a truck, scoping out the crumbling apartment building opposite. Night had fallen hours ago, but only a couple of street lamps were on, illuminating blotches of the pavement with a sickly yellow glow.

Calina silenced her phone and stowed it away, hoping Matt wouldn’t worry too much about her text message. It would be hypocritical of him to do so, considering what he did night after night as Daredevil. Nodding at that justification, she grabbed the Widow’s bites out of her pockets and fitted the devices over her hands and wrists.

“Is that what you needed to grab from your apartment? Some spy shit?” Jessica asked as she peered into apartment 14b with a set of binoculars.

“Yeah, but they’re just a precaution - I’m not planning on killing anyone tonight.”

The other woman scoffed. “Don’t worry. I don’t have the same hangups that your boyfriend has, but the no-killing thing is probably for the best. I don’t wanna catch heat with those Sokovia bastards.”

Calina glanced over at the other woman, concerned. “Did you sign the Accords?”

“No. I’m small fry. They’re after the superheroes who do all that international, saving-the-world crap. I’m just a PI.”

“A PI who literally saved the world last year by taking down The Hand.”

“Murdock told you about that, did he?”

“Some. He said he worked with you and a few other people to stop this organisation who were hell-bent on world domination from the shadows-”

“You ever think he may have been overselling things to get into your pants?”

“No. He wouldn’t do that. If anything, he’s too humble about what he does.”

“Of course he is,” Jessica muttered. “Fucking boy scout.”

“He’s no boy scout.” Calina’s mind went straight to the previous night, and the very un-boy scout things Matt had done with his fingers and tongue…

Jessica slapped her shoulder with the back of her hand. “You’re thinking of sex things right now, aren’t you? Cut it out.”

Calina frowned, surprised at how easily she’d given her thoughts away, knowing her trainers in the Red Room would have been appalled. But she guessed it was a side-effect of living - or practically living - with a blind man with Matt’s gifts. He couldn't make out the detail of her face, and could determine what she was feeling just from her heartbeat and body chemistry...which meant there was no need to hide her expressions the way she was always taught to. It was freeing, in a way. But a little too dangerous - she obviously needed to re-learn to regulate her emotions when she was around people other than Matt.

Just then, a light came on in the window they were watching, proving that at least one of Chumak’s gang was home.

It was time to move.

“Ready?” Jessica whispered, coming to the same conclusion.

Calina took a second to look at the other woman. It would be strange to go into a fight with someone who wasn’t a Widow - a sister that she’d trained with all her life. But she trusted the PI, despite only knowing her a matter of hours. Maybe it was their shared trauma. Maybe it was the fact that Matt trusted her. Or maybe she was just learning to trust her own instincts about people.

Whatever the reason, she was more than happy for Jessica to have her back. “Ready.”

———

Matt watched from the shadows as the two women finally made their move. He’d been silently observing them for the last ten minutes, after tailing Calina here from her apartment.

He hadn’t planned to get involved in…whatever this was. In fact, he’d been proud of his self control in not hounding the PI with questions when she’d shown up at his office earlier today. Instead, he’d let Calina make her own decision, and when she’d agreed to help, he hadn’t checked up on her or intruded.

But everything changed when Calina had grabbed her Widows’ bites.

He’d been on the rooftop of their building, about to leave for his nightly patrol, when he’d caught Calina’s scent in the air. He’d lingered on the roof, taking a moment to breathe her in, wanting to carry her fragrance into the night with him. And then he'd lingered a few moments longer, just in case she came up to the roof and he could see her and kiss her before leaving…

But she hadn’t come up to the roof. She’d gone straight to her apartment, and straight into her bedroom where he heard the scrape of metal against wood as she moved her bed frame. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a floor board being prised up…

And he knew there was only one thing stored under Calina’s floor boards:

Her Black Widow gear.

Intrigued - and more than a little concerned - he'd traced Calina’s route back through her apartment, out of the building and onto the sidewalk, where she'd quickly hailed a cab. He'd raised an eyebrow at the address she given the driver - a particularly seedy part of Hell’s Kitchen - and set about following her from the rooftops.

When she arrived at her destination and met up with Jessica, Matt had hunkered down in the shadows high above the street to observe.

It wasn't a matter of trust. He trusted Calina. Maybe not quite as implicitly as he’d once done, but the gap between then and now was narrowing by the day. Time was healing the wounds of her lies, just as he’d always known it would. His faith in her - in them - was getting stronger with every moment they spent together…

So this was not about trust. He wasn’t concerned that she was up to something nefarious, or deliberately keeping something from him. 

This was about her safety.

Since he’d met Calina, she’d been stabbed, shot, beaten up, comatosed, and dosed with fear pheromones. Worry about what might happen to her next was an almost constant companion of his.

A worry that was bordering on an obsession.

He just couldn’t stand the thought of her being hurt again. So even though he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, Matt had decided to stand here and keep watch…just in case. Her invisible back up for…whatever this was.

Calina’s text, when it came through moments after her arrival, had done little to shine a light on the situation:

Fighting bad guys, be home later.

Matt had started carrying the burner phone when he was out as Daredevil as a concession to Calina. She never begged him not to leave at night. She never wished that he led a different - less dangerous - life. The only thing she’d ever asked was for him to carry the phone so that she could reach him in an emergency.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one in their relationship who worried about safety.

He'd huffed out a laugh at Calina’s vague message, then tuned his senses to the building the two women were obviously scoping out, hoping for more clues.

And when he found them…his fists had clenched in anger. He could hear the soft, broken sobs of a woman on the fourth floor, and the gentle soothing voice of another trying to comfort her. Then a door opening. The sounds of mocking laughter. Shrieks of fear, then the meaty smack of fists meeting flesh…

He pieced together enough to understand why Jessica and Calina were here. And when they ran across the street and into the building, he didn’t even consider stopping them, or joining them.

This was their fight.

He was just backup.

He listened intently as they made their way to the apartment in question. As Jessica kicked in the reinforced door with ease, and as the shouts of three men greeted them. Then the two women engaged their enemies - Jessica with her brute strength and Calina with her graceful skill and the electric crackle of her Widow’s Bites.

The men were no match for them.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Jessica and Calina emerged onto the street with two young woman huddled between them. They flagged down another cab, bundled their rescued victims into the car, followed them inside…and then they were gone.

Matt waited a few more minutes, to make sure no one from the apartment followed them, but the coast appeared clear. Just as he was turning to leave, the piercing wail of several cop cars rang out. They turned onto the street and screeched to a halt outside the building. As the cops spilled out and started racing inside, Matt ran across the roof in the opposite direction.

It was time to get back to his own mission.

There were, unfortunately, a lot of other people in fear and pain in this city.

And Jessica and Calina couldn’t help them all.

———

Several hours later...

Matt rested his head on the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in through his nose…held it…then released it through his mouth.

In through the nose…and out through the mouth.

In…and out.

In...and out.

But it didn’t help.

He gave up on the meditation technique and stalked in to the kitchen to grab a beer instead. He took a swig of the cool liquid then rested back against the countertop, rubbing a hand over his weary face. It was 3 o’clock in the morning. He’d gotten home from his patrol an hour ago, showered and changed, and was trying to wind down enough to go to sleep, but his brain was wide awake.

Because Calina wasn’t there.

Some nights, the thought of returning home to her was the only thing that kept him going. When the corruption and brutality of the city felt so thick it was a miasma that clung to him, suffocating him, drawing him down into despair…all he had to do was think of Calina. Of her scent. The satin of her skin. The thick weight of her hair, and the cadence of her laugh...

And the knowledge that he would see her soon, and talk to her, and hold her and kiss her.

She steadied him. Gave him strength.

And when he finally did stumble through the door to her, she would welcome him in with a smile. Or with a soothing hand over wrenched muscles. Or a gentle kiss against bruised skin, or with soft thighs parting around his hips as he sought oblivion in her embrace…

It was addictive, that feeling of being accepted so completely. Of being cared for, and tended to, and loved, despite the darkness staining his soul.

And like a junkie in need of his fix, he felt jittery and unsettled tonight without it.

He’d received another vague text about an hour after he’d watched Calina speed off in the taxi with the two women she’d saved:

Out drinking with JJ. Be home later. Love you.

He’d smiled at the time - at the thought of light-weight Calina trying to keep up with Jessica’s drinking habits. And he’d smiled at the thought that she’d made another friend; he was worried that her life in New York was too small, too insular, without her sisters around her. He never wanted her to feel trapped or constrained, or to regret choosing him over every other option in the world that was now open to her.

So he was glad she’d found Jessica. He was glad she was out, having fun, celebrating her victory.

He could feel all that, and still miss her.

He collapsed back onto the couch, not even bothering to try the bed - he knew he wouldn’t sleep without her beside him. He took another sip of beer and tried a different meditation technique, one that had worked for him in the past. He chose a random sound in the apartment - the hum of the refrigerator, this time - and focused on it. He brought the innocuous background noise to the fore, and amplified it. He analysed every nuance of the pitch until he could pick apart each individual wavelength. He let the sound fill his head until it became an almost deafening white noise, one that blotted out every other sense and every thought in his brain.

And finally...he felt some relief.

He forgot where he was. He forgot what he’d been worried about just twenty minutes before. His heart rate dropped to its lowest base rate. The taut muscles in his body relaxed, and the faint knot in his stomach loosened and disappeared, until he felt calm and centred.

Then another sound intruded the thunderous hum - one he must have been subconsciously listening for all along: the click of his door unlocking.

Calina was home.

Matt opened his eyes and smiled. The hum disappeared in an instant, and the normal soundscape of his apartment returned - joined by the slightly stumbling footsteps of Calina as she walked towards him.

He held out his hand to her. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she whispered, taking his hand.

“Why are you whispering?”

“You might be asleep.”

He laughed and pulled her down onto his lap. “Nope. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Oh good.” She repositioned herself until she was straddling him, her long legs bracketing his, and her arms draped over his shoulders. “‘Cos I missed you.”

He ran his hands over her thighs and around to her ass. “I missed you too.”

She giggled. “Tha’s silly. We saw each other earlier today.”

Matt laughed again. It was impossible not to - drunk Calina was just too entertaining. “I missed you earlier today, and you were just one room away.”

“Awww, that’s sweet.” She wriggled closer on his lap and stroked her fingers through his hair. “And silly.”

He hummed in pleasure as she leaned down and kissed his neck, his head dropping back against the couch to give her more access. He slipped his hands under her sweater and brushed his fingers over the bare skin of her back. A small knot of pain, throbbing with blood, was present over her left flank, courtesy of her fight earlier tonight. He circled the bruise carefully. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yep,” she replied. “I took down some bad guys.”

“Good for you.”

“And helped some people.”

“I’m glad.”

“Then Jessica got me drunk.”

“I noticed.”

“She’s funny.”

“Really?” ‘Funny’ was not the most obvious adjective to apply to Jessica Jones. 

“Uh-huh,” Calina replied, tugging his earlobe into her mouth. She’d started circling her hips, pushing against his groin in a subtle, maddening rhythm and he was quickly losing track of the conversation. “And she’s angry.”

“That I get.”

“And sad. We talked a lot.”

“Really?” he asked again. Calina must have seen a very different side to Jessica tonight - because she wasn’t the most forthcoming person he’d ever met. But he supposed it made sense. They’d both been through similar experiences with mind control and abusive men.

Calina suddenly pulled away and sat up straight, her hands dropping into her lap. “Am I weird?” she asked.

“What?”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I like having sex with you.”

He cocked his head, confused. “Um, I’m actually pretty glad you like having sex with me.”

“No, I mean, I shouldn’t want to have sex at all, should I? After everything I did - I mean after everything they made me do - before. With my ‘targets’. Jessica said after she got free of Kilgrave it messed her up. Sex-wise. For a long time. But I’m fine having sex with you.”

Matt didn’t know whether to laugh or take offence. “Just fine?”

She huffed and lightly slapped his shoulder. “Shut up. I just mean-”

He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “I know what you mean, sweetheart.” Her phrasing may have been off, and her words jumbled and slightly slurred from the alcohol, but her admission felt like a deep truth: she was worried that she wasn’t dealing with her past trauma in the ‘right’ way.

“It never bothered me when it happened,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck as she spoke. “I didn’t have the emotions to care. And after…I guess I compat-, I compatmenalised, I mean I compantal-”

“Compartmentalised.”

“Yeah, that. All that bad stuff happened to a different Calina, you know? It wasn’t really me. The me that I am now didn’t really exist then.”

Matt swallowed, unsure what to say. Their lighthearted conversation had taken a much deeper turn that he’d expected, and he didn’t know how to help Calina with what she was feeling. He ran his hands up and down her back - over her clothes this time - wanting to comfort her now instead of arouse. She settled against him as he tried to put his thoughts together. For the first time in his life, he wished he’d gone into therapy, just to know the right thing to say to her.

“There’s no right and wrong, Calina,” he eventually said. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel. You’re allowed to like sex - no one will judge you for that, least of all me.”

He felt her breath against his neck again as she laughed softly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he chided. “I just mean, that you’ve never judged me for the way I deal with my demons. I chose a life of violence, when most people would have opted for counselling and medication. But I’ve come to accept that this is who I am, and this is the way my life was supposed to go. And I’m happy. I’m finally happy with where I’ve ended up, and a big part of that is the fact that you accept me they way I am. And I accept you, just as you are. If you’re content to compartmentalise that time in your life, and let it be in the past, that’s fine. If you feel like you want to seek help to understand what you’ve been through and how to deal with it, that would be fine too. Whatever you want to do, sweetheart, I’m here for you, and I love you.”

Calina was quiet after his rambling speech, and Matt just continued to stroke her back as she digested his words. But after a few more minutes of silence, he started to suspect something else was going on.

“Callie?” he whispered. 

No answer. Her body was a warm, boneless weight against him, and her breathing was deep and slow.

She was asleep.

Matt laughed softly, not knowing how much she’d heard before nodding off. It didn’t matter - he’d find a way to broach the conversation with her again. He didn’t want her to struggle with this alone.

For now, he pushed off the couch and carried her into the bedroom. She didn’t stir as he laid her down on his bed and tugged off her shoes, the alcohol sending her into a deep sleep. He tucked her under the covers then padded back into the living room to check the front door and turn off the lights. When he returned, he noticed she’d rolled over on to his side of the mattress - the side closest to the door, which he always felt more comfortable ‘guarding’.

He crouched by the bed and nudged her awake gently. “Calina? You’re on my side.”

“Hmm, always.”

“What? No, I meant you’re,”- he chuckled, and shook his head- “Nevermind. Goodnight, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, and climbed into the bed behind her. He gathered her into his arms and quickly sank into sleep.

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Chapter 21

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Febuwhump day 2

soo... probably (definitely) not going to finish this event on time (if at all). my workload suddenly doubled this semester but here's something at least. for febuwhump day 2 i have tried to get to know my nameless guard dog. here's his origin story, starting about 20 years prior to joey's story

CW/TW: captivity, collars/chains, forced drugging, controlled food intake, pet whump/bbu in general

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“He’s not breaking.” 

“He will.” 

“60 says he won’t.” 

“90 says he will.” 

“Shut up, both of you.” 

The two junior handlers snap their mouths shut, turning away from the monitor and towards senior handler Kerry. He’s leaning back in his office chair, unbothered, flipping through a quarterly report on customer success rates. His numbers are good, as usual. In fact, there’s an upwards trend. If it continues like this over the summer, there will undoubtedly be another raise beginning to rear its head from the deep, deep waters of this facility. 

Kerry glances at the monitor. Nothing’s changed since he glanced at it last, 20 minutes ago. Nearly nothing’s changed since the feed started rolling, six days ago. He returns to his paperwork again, after sparing a pointed look at his two supposed protegees. They both hurriedly look down at their own paperwork, studying training manuals, only sneaking glances at the monitor when they don’t think Kerry’s looking. But he sees them every time. He absentmindedly clicks his pen and longingly recalls the days when corporal punishment in the workplace - in this workplace, at least - was still allowed. 

They sit for another hour or so before Kerry announces that they’ll break for lunch with a grunt, and the junior handlers scurry off to the cafeteria while he unpacks his own meticulously made sandwich. The little domestic taking up space in his laundry room sure knows her stuff, he thinks as he angles the monitor a little, finally allowing himself a closer look now that the twin idiots are gone. 

The idea of pets taking on the role as personal security isn’t new, at least not in practice. Rich assholes who think the world revolves around them have always wanted dedicated security. The Guard Dog type, however, is quite new. The specimen on the monitor is only the third generation, and a young generation at that. He was brought in only two weeks ago, a mean fucker just dishonorably discharged, with a glint in his eye and blood on his knuckles. 

Well. A tether slightly too high up on the wall and a high-powered cold water hose took care of at least one of those problems. As for his unpleasant disposition … Kerry was doing something about that right now. Had been, for the last six days. And the project was just beginning to bear the flowers which eventually would become fruits. 

The previous two generations had been too volatile, too easy to make lash out, and not only at potential threats. WRU could only pay out so much hush money before the media had started to notice. The third generation had to be perfect, and Kerry was one of a small group of handlers who had been served the task. A delicate mission to snuff out every little spark and flame inside the beasts and then create new, tailor-made gas flames in their wake, perfectly controllable and able to be extinguished by the flick of a verbal switch. A killer robot of flesh and blood. 

The monitor showed 603-014 sitting against the wall, arms around his bowed head, very slightly shifting his weight back and forth. Kerry almost thought he could see a crescent shape in the floor surrounding him, as if his pacing (of which there was less and less, these days) had created a track in the floor. The nine feet of chain extending from his collar to a ring in the wall contained him like a mean junkyard dog at the end of a rope. 

He hadn’t been outside the crescent in a week, much less outside his cell. 

In the same period, he hadn’t seen a single other human. Nothing but the same four white walls and his own tethered body. After two days of screaming and crying and cursing and begging he’d lost his voice, and it was still only a hoarse and gravelly whimpering that would come through the speakers if Kerry decided to turn on the sound. 

He glanced at his watch. It was soon time for 014’s daily prescribed five hour nap and his allotted 1300 calories - served in a dog bowl, of course. The two goons could do it, he figured, as he considered his own reuben sandwich, which seemed too good to leave right now. As if summoned by his thoughts, the two of them shuffled into his office, each holding a steaming hot styrofoam container. 

“Great timing,” Kerry announced, not even allowing them time to set their food down. “Time for some practical training. 014 needs his daily rest and nourishment.” 

“Handler Kerry-!”

“I trust you remember where the respiratory gear is,” he broke them off merrily as he reached for the control board mounted on his desk, which controlled every environmental condition in every cell he was responsible for. As they begrudgingly set their food down and removed themselves from his office, he found the right switch and pushed it down. The big lug would be sleeping blissfully in a few minutes, and Kerry would get to watch his mentees undoubtedly fuck up even the simple task of correctly fitting a gas mask on themselves before entering a room filled with anesthetic gas. 

It would be lunch and a show.

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Noah Berlatsky at Public Notice:

Just three days after President Joe Biden dropped out of the presidential race and endorsed Vice President Kamala Harris, Harris has already secured enough delegates to be the presumptive Democratic nominee. The speed with which the party came together around her is inspiring. Harris has been endorsed by almost everyone who matters in Democratic politics — senators, governors, key organizations, unions. She’s also raised some $100 million and counting from more than 880,000 small donors, more than 60 percent of whom hadn’t contributed before this cycle. If anyone was on the fence about whether Biden stepping aside was the right move, they probably aren’t now.

The past three days have been a remarkable display of Democratic consensus and unity after a bitter intra-party argument over whether Biden should be the nominee. The rush to support Harris also indicates that the party believes she can beat the Republican candidate — giant orange fascist blight Donald Trump. New Harris-Trump polling started trickling out yesterday, and it contained good news for Democrats. A Reuters/Ipsos poll taken entirely after Biden announced his decision to step aside showed Harris up two points nationally (and up four points when RFK Jr. is included). Another poll showed Harris and Trump tied. Given that Harris just had her first rally as the presumptive candidate yesterday, we’ll need more time to figure out exactly how the race has changed. But there are already a number of reasons to be hopeful about her prospects of winning this November.

Unifying looked easy. It’s not.

The first indication of Harris’s strength is … well, pretty much everything that’s happened since Sunday. Harris has been pilloried over the last four years as a middling politician, largely on the grounds that she suspended her 2020 presidential campaign before Iowa. The reliably confused Pamela Paul at the New York Times, for example, argued this week that “Harris is a fundamentally weak candidate” who “fizzled out” in the presidential race. As political scientist Jonathan Bernstein points out, though, Harris’s candidacy didn’t fizzle out. She had solid endorsements and decent polling — but she figured out that Biden was too far ahead to beat in a very crowded field and dropped out early. That allowed her to stay on good terms with party actors and put her in a position to get the vice presidency. That’s not losing. It’s winning.

[...]

Harris and abortion rights

Harris is also well positioned to run on some of the central issues of the election. In particular, she’s a good voice for the party on abortion, which has been an especially energizing issue since the Supreme Court gutted abortion rights in its Dobbs decision in 2022. The Dobbs decision was hugely unpopular and remains so, even in Republican strongholds — anti-abortion measures in deep red states like Ohio and Kentucky have gone down to defeat. Democratic strength in the 2022 and 2023 off-year elections have been attributed by most analysts to the electorate’s support for abortion rights. Democrats are fighting to get abortion referendums on the ballot in November in states like including Arizona, Nebraska, and Florida. Despite Democratic successes under his watch, Biden has always been an imperfect messenger on abortion rights. A devout Catholic, he started his career by arguing that the Roe decision protecting abortion rights “went too far.”

Biden is now solidly pro-choice, and his administration has of course defended abortion rights, most recently winning a Supreme Court case defending abortion pills. But his ambivalence lingers. Even in 2023, after Dobbs, Biden was careful to note his own personal discomfort with abortion procedures, stating in one speech, “I happen to be a practicing Catholic. I’m not big on abortion.” Immediately following the Dobbs ruling, Biden’s administration struggled to come up with a strong rhetorical or policy response. He’s also been weirdly reluctant to even say the word “abortion” in speeches. Harris has no such reticence. She visited a Planned Parenthood clinic in March; she’s believed to be the first president or vice president to ever visit a clinic providing abortion services.

[...]

Harris the prosecutor

On Monday, in her first big speech after Biden’s endorsement, Harris emphasized her experience as a prosecutor and said it put her in a strong position to make the case against Trump. “I was a courtroom prosecutor,” she said. “In those roles I took on perpetrators of all kinds. Predators who abused women. Fraudsters who ripped off consumers. Cheaters who broke the rules for their own gain. So hear me when I say I know Donald Trump's type.” She hit the same theme yesterday during her first campaign rally as the presumptive Democratic nominee. It was so well received by her audience in suburban Milwaukee that the crowd broke out in “KA-MA-LA! KA-MA-LA!” chants.

The contrast here is glaring. A jury found Trump liable for sexually assaulting writer and journalist E. Jean Carroll; he’s been accused of sexual assault and harassment by numerous other women. He was convicted of fraud for misvaluing assets in New York. A jury convicted him of falsifying business records to cover up hush money payments before the 2016 election. He also faces charges involving mishandling of classified documents and illegally attempting to overturn the 2020 election.

Harris got her start in politics, as she says, as a prosecutor. As San Francisco’s DA and California’s AG, she went after fraudsters engaged in Trump-like scams. She obtained a $1.1 billion judgment against for-profit Corinthian College for fraud (Trump, for his part, agreed to a $25 million settlement after his so-called Trump University was sued for deceptive practices). She also won an $18 billion settlement against large banks for foreclosure misconduct. (Trump is promising massive deregulation of Wall Street.) Parts of Harris’s record in California are controversial with progressives. She threatened to prosecute parents of chronically absent children. No one was actually sent to jail, but as a policy, using prisons to threaten struggling parents is not a great precedent. Her record has also been criticized by sex workers and by drug law reformers (she prosecuted 1,900 people for marijuana violations). But Harris’s background as a prosecutor isn’t as much of a problem for her today as it was when she was running for president in 2019 — before covid, the George Floyd murder, and the ensuing spike in crime across the country. She’s also no longer running against Democrats — she’s running against Trump, whose criminal justice policies are nightmarish.

Project 2025, the Heritage Project blueprint for a Trump second term, is rabidly anti-sex worker; it proposes criminalizing porn as a step towards criminalizing trans and LGBT people (whose very existence the right considers pornographic). And Trump wants to deport millions of undocumented immigrants, a massive undertaking that evokes histories of police states and concentration camps.

Noah Berlatsky wrote in Public Notice about how Kamala Harris has united Democrats in her short time as the presumptive nominee.

Harris’s robust defense of abortion rights and her prosecutor record are her biggest assets this election.