#other ash's friends: yeah no we just happened to be at the same place as you. the world doesnt revolve around you yknow

[love-is-a-pearl]

[silverselfshippingchaos]

ugghhh wintertime sucks!! I'm sad and tired and sad all the time.. I need a nap.. and f/o cuddles.. and another nap..

[justmystyles]

hi! your angst is so so good! could you please write something angsty around the Selena Gomez song “Lose You to Love Me” kind of about a girl learning to love herself after a toxic love with Harry and then them reuniting after growing up years later, please?

Lose You to Love Me

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 4.2k

summary: a run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings.

a/n: my friend, you have no idea what you've done sending this ask in. technically you do, because I posted about it after i received it. but this song popped into my head a little over a week ago, and has been running up there on repeat. it's been making me think about my life and relationships, and being all reflective or whatever. i hate it. 😂

I have been thinking about this story pretty much non-stop since you sent the ask, and was so exited to finally get it written. i hope it's what you were looking for, and that you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

also, a note about the story, the italicized parts are flashbacks.

i know we’re on all on edge after last night, so why not throw some angst in there to make it worse!

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @blueraspberryreader @brightlightsinlife @creativelyeva @cute-as-ducks420 @deannaard @fanficismydrug @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jng4kook @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @lexiecamposv @mrs-anna-styles211994 @n0vaj3an @potterheadandsherlocked @rach2699 @ravenclawdirectioner @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

As you moved through the streets of London, you were so focused on making it to your destination that you weren’t paying attention to the faces passing you by. 

But he was, and he recognized yours immediately. 

“Y/N?” 

You froze in place, causing the person walking behind you to crash into you. You apologized and stepped off to the side, looking in the direction of the voice. “Harry,” you breathed out. 

Before you could fully process what was happening, Harry had rushed up to you, pulling you into his arms. You closed your eyes, even after all this time he still gave the best hugs. Your mind flashed with memories of all the times you found yourself in his arms. Good and bad. 

“I can’t believe it’s you!” He spoke against your neck before pulling back, taking your hands in his as he looked you up and down. “You look amazing. All grown up.” 

“Yeah, you too.” You took him in, he had definitely filled out since the last time you saw him. Of course you knew that, no matter how hard you tried to get away from him, you never could get that clean break you so desired. That’s what happens when your ex is one of the biggest stars in the world. 

“Gosh, it’s been ages.” He muses. 

You purse your lips and nod. “Eleven years.” You feel a knot in your stomach, thinking back to the last time you two spoke. 

“Harry, it’s just not fair to me.” You move the speaker away from your mouth, hoping he doesn’t hear your breath hitch.

“And you think you’re being fair to me? This is my dream, Y/N, and I can’t even enjoy it because I’ve got you making me feel bad, or like I’m doing something wrong every time I talk to you!” 

“Yeah, well you were my dream.” Your voice is quiet, defeated. “But I guess it’s time for me to wake up.” 

Harry is silent on the other end of the phone for a moment. “What,” he lets out a deep breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You wipe your eyes, sniffling softly. “It means I can’t do this anymore. You’re living your life, you’re finding your way in the world. I need to go off and do the same. Alone.” 

Harry gives you a sad smile. “I tried to reach out a few times, I didn’t like how we left things.”

“I know, me either.” You agreed. “But I needed to just sever the tie. It would have been too hard otherwise.” 

“I’m sorry,” you look at him curiously. “For how I handled things, for how it ended…”

You held your hand up to stop him. “We were just kids, you were eighteen and an international pop star, you handled things as best you could.” 

He smiled gratefully at you. “Do you, uh… do you have some time? Maybe we could grab a coffee and catch up?” 

Your mind is begging you to say no, but your mouth doesn’t listen, agreeing immediately. “But I’ll pass on the coffee.’ 

“Still?” He smirks, remembering how much you hated coffee. “Some things never change.” 

****

The two of you order drinks, and get settled at a quiet corner table in a small coffee shop, the conversation starts off simple enough, you catch each other up on your families, you tell him about your career, and how you had relocated to London three years ago for a big promotion. He shares a couple of stories of some of his more memorable moments over the years. 

Even after a decade apart, you still managed to fall into conversation with ease. From the moment you had met when you were kids, there was this instant comfort between the two of you. It was no surprise to anyone when you started dating at fifteen. You were inseparable, going everywhere together. You were there at his XFactor audition, you supported him every step of the way. It was when things really started taking off for him that everything changed. 

“Hi angel,” Harry’s voice was low and raspy, that’s when you realized you forgot to take the time change into consideration before you called. 

“Oh my gosh H, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, I–”

You’re cut off by his laughter. “It’s alright, I like when you wake me up.​​ To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Mum is taking me dress shopping for formal today, I just wanted to see if you had any ideas what you’d be wearing. We could coordinate!” There was a long silence as you waited for him to respond. “Harry?” You asked. Maybe he had fallen back to sleep. 

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry.” You could hear him shifting on the other end of the phone. “I have some bad news actually.” He sighed before continuing. “They booked us a bunch of shows in the US, I’m not going to be able to come home for the dance.” 

“Oh,” you did your best to mask the disappointment. It was just a dance, Harry was doing amazing things, and you needed to be supportive of that. 

“Angel, I’m so sorry, I really tried…” 

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine, really.” You assured him while also trying to assure yourself. 

You heard a knocking on the other side of the phone, and muffled voices. “Fuck, I’ve gotta go Y/N. I’m so sorry, I love you. You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, I know H. I love you too.” 

“Okay, we’ll talk soon. I promise.” The call disconnects before you can respond. 

That was the beginning of the end for your young love. You had put on a happy face for everyone, especially Harry, but your family and friends were able to see right through it. He probably would have too had he actually been there. 

You ended up going to your formal with your friends, but as they danced and laughed, you sat on the sidelines, staring at your phone waiting for a call or a text from Harry. And that’s what your life became from there on. 

When Harry would come home, things would be better, but still not what it was. Because he’d be gone for such long stretches, his time was spread so thin when he was home. He would want to spend time with everyone, which didn’t leave enough time for the two of you. You would tag along as much as you could, but your one on one time was lacking. It got to a point where you couldn’t even go out on dates, constantly being bombarded by people asking for pictures or autographs. 

That’s when you decided to spend your time behind closed doors. Harry said it was so he could focus on you, but part of you wondered if it was so that he could keep you secret. You knew that there were girls all over the world that wanted to be with him, his team knew that was part of the marketability of him, of the whole group. The second the two of you stopped hanging out publicly, the insecurities started creeping in. From then on, every time you saw a picture of him with another girl, you wondered who she was, why it was okay for him to be seen with her and not you. 

As the two of you continued to talk, you glanced down at your watch. “Oh shit,” you interrupt him. “I’m so sorry Harry, I actually have to go. I have a meeting I need to get to.” You stand from your seat and collect your things. Harry stands with you.

“Yeah, of course.” You could have sworn there was a hint of disappointment in his tone. “Hey, you should come to the show tonight. If you’re free I mean.” 

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course, it’s Wembley. How many times did we talk about this?” 

“A lot,” you smile wistfully, remembering those conversations. Whenever he was feeling discouraged about his journey, you would always be right there to pick him up, assuring him it was going to work out. That he’d be onstage at the famed stadium, and you’d be right there cheering him on. 

“It would mean a lot to me to have you there. Full circle and all that.” He said with a smile. “Besides, the whole family is going to be there. I’m sure mum and Gem would love to see you.” 

It would be nice to see his family again. You had been all but officially adopted into the clan, spending holidays, dinners, birthdays with them. You were at Harry’s house just as much as you were at your own, possibly more. Sure, you had mourned the loss of your relationship with Harry, but it also broke you that you lost that second family. 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.” You agree. 

“Amazing.” He pulled you in for a tight hug. “I’ll see you tonight. Just check in at the box office when you get there, I’ll take care of everything.” 

****

You made it to your meeting on time, but you were anything but present. Your mind kept going back to Harry, how great he looked, how happy he was to see you. And then the memories started flooding back. 

“Y/N?” Your mother’s voice and gentle knock on the door call your attention away from your phone. 

“Yeah?” 

She sticks her head into your room. “We’re leaving in five minutes, are you ready?” 

“Ready?” You suddenly remember that your parents were supposed to be taking you and your sister out to dinner. “Oh, I uh… no. I think I’m going to pass if that’s okay?” 

“But honey, we’re going to your favorite restaurant.” You could see the concern spread across her face. 

“I know, but Harry is supposed to call and check in. We haven’t had a proper phone date in weeks. I want to make sure I don’t miss him.” 

“Y/N…” your mother says in a warning tone. After Harry missed out on formal, you had completely changed. You’d go to school, and then immediately come home waiting to hear from him. You would drop everything the second his name popped up on your phone screen.

“Mum, next time. I promise.” 

Your mother lets out a sigh and nods, leaving you alone. 

About an hour later, your phone pinged with a text from Harry. 

Sorry love, can’t call tonight. Talk to you soon, promise. XO

****

After your meeting, you slipped out of the office. You knew you weren’t going to get anything done today. Besides, you needed to find something to wear tonight. You called Heather, your oldest and closest friends, asking her to meet you at one of your favorite shops. 

You told her about your run-in with Harry, and his invitation to go to his show. 

“You said no, right?” 

“Yeah, I said no. That’s why we’re here, you’re helping me pick an outfit for a concert I’m not going to.” you rolled your eyes.  

“Y/N, I say this as your friend, this is a terrible idea and you definitely shouldn’t go.” She says completely seriously. “Do you even remember what life was like for you back then?” 

“Come on!” Heather grabbed your arm, trying to pull you out of the booth. “Come dance with us!”

You pull out of her grip, checking your phone for a notification. “I can’t H-”

“Harry’s going to call,” she finishes your sentence. “Y/N, you’re both my friends, but you’re my best friend, so I’m going to be real with you. Harry’s a wakner.”

“Hey,” you reply defensively. “He is not, he’s just really busy. He’s kind of a big deal, you know?”

“I do know. And I also know that while you’re sitting here staring at your phone, you’re missing out on life. But he’s out there living it. You deserve better than that.” 

“Right, and in a couple of months I’ll be living that life with him.” 

Heather’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m not going to university.” You state plainly, her eyes go wide in shock. “Harry is going to get me a job on his team. It won’t be glamorous, and it probably won’t pay much, but we’ll be together and everything will be good again.” 

“Have you told your parents about this plan?”

“I have, they aren’t happy about it, but I’m eighteen, so there isn’t really anything they can do about it.” 

“And you really think this is the best idea?” She asks you.

“Yes,” you say, a little louder than intended but you needed to get your point across. “Harry and I are supposed to be together, and if this is how it needs to happen, this is how it’s going to happen.” You grab your purse and stand from your seat. “I’m going home, it’s too loud here for me to hear him anyway.” 

After that, you stopped going out when your friends invited you. They didn’t understand your relationship, and they were always on your case about it. It was easier to just stay home and wait for Harry. Eventually, the invitations stopped coming. You were fine with that. It made it easier for you to focus on Harry, and be there when he had time for you. 

As far as the job, that never happened. About a week after you graduated, you received a call from Harry. He told you that he fought for you, all the guys did, but his team said they weren’t able to make a spot for you. 

You were devastated, but you did your best to hide it from him. That didn’t last very long, however, as that was the point where the cracks in your facade of ‘supportive girlfriend’ started coming through. You started seeing what everyone had been telling you, that Harry was out there conquering the world while you were putting your life on hold, spending your life by the phone waiting for a quick text or five minute phone call.

****

When you arrived at Wembley, you gave your name at the window and were immediately ushered to a backstage VIP area. You walked in and smiled to yourself at the turnout. You recognized almost everyone in the room. You stayed by the door, not wanting to interrupt when Gemma’s eyes traveled in your direction, She did a double take before smiling wide and running to you. 

“Y/N, I can’t believe it!” She pulled you into a tight hug, which you quickly returned. “Harry told us he ran into you, and invited you to the show. But I wasn’t sure you’d actually come!” 

You giggled at her excitement. “Of course I’m here, I told him I’d come.” 

“I know, but you’re so nice, I figured you’d say that to his face and then just disappear.” You both laughed, before she took you by the hand, leading you into the group. “Come on, we have so much to catch up on!” 

You went around the room, greeting those you had known a decade ago, and meeting the new members of Harry’s entourage. Everyone was so happy to see you, you were being pulled in a million different directions trying to catch up with everyone. They had told you that Harry was with them earlier, but had to leave to get ready. You were grateful for that. It would have been too much to be there with him, and his family. 

**** When it was time to go out to the front of house, Gemma locked her arm in yours and you walked together. She stayed by your side the whole night. The two of you were always close, she had always treated you like you were sisters. Often joking that someday Harry would make it official. She made you promise not to leave without giving her your number, she said she wasn’t about to let another ten years go by without seeing you again. 

The show was incredible. Harry was incredible. As you watched him up there, you felt your chest swell with pride. Despite what had transpired between the two of you, you couldn’t help but get emotional watching him live the dream that the two of you had spent so much time talking about. He had done it, but on a level that neither of you could have even imagined. 

As you listened on, your mind wandered, thinking about the girls those songs were about. The girls that had come after you. You felt tears begin to pool in your eyes as you remembered the first one. 

“Come on guys, put it away. Y/N is going to be here any minute.” You heard Heather plead. “This is her first time out since the breakup, she doesn’t need to see it.” 

After the phone call where you ended your relationship, you were inconsolable. You cried nonstop, mourning your relationship, the future you were supposed to have, and all the time you wasted waiting for him. Your friends would come over often, but they would mostly just hold you and offer words of encouragement to you as you cried. Nobody was able to get through to you, they weren’t even sure how. 

About two months after the breakup, you got this surge of determination. Harry had taken away enough of your life, you weren’t going to let him do it anymore. You texted Heather, and she agreed to gather all your friends for dinner. 

You walked in and saw her trying to pull the phone out of her boyfriend’s hands. “What don’t I need to see?” You ask, everyone’s attention snapping to you. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Heather assured you. 

You nodded, leaning in to hug your friend, quickly diverting and grabbing the phone out of her hand. You looked down at the screen and saw a paparazzi shot of Harry walking hand in hand with Taylor Swift, it was an article about the budding relationship between the two singers. 

“Oh,” you said, dropping the phone on the table. “I uh… I just remembered I’ve got to…” your brain was too cloudy to come up with an excuse, not that they would believe it anyway. You turned and rushed out of the restaurant. Heather hot on your heels. 

“Y/N, wait!” She followed you as you ducked into a nearby alleyway, getting to you just in time to watch your back slide down the wall. 

You wrapped your arms around your knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. Heather sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her. 

“I… he… I…” You couldn’t form words, too upset to do anything but cry. 

“I know babe, I know.” Heather said in a soft tone, rubbing your back comfortably. “I told you he was a wanker.” 

You chuckled lightly, your breathing starting to return to normal. You looked up at your friend with tear stained cheeks, your breath hitching as you regained composure. “We just broke up. I’ve been locked in my room crying, and he’s been with her.” 

“He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve you. You’re so much better than all of this.” She held your face in her hands and gave you a determined look. “You’re a fucking catch Y/N, he’s an idiot for not seeing that.” You nod, pretending you agree with her. “Let’s get you home. We’ll get a bunch of junk food and watch sad movies. Get all the tears out.” 

“Hey Y/N, you alright?” Gemma pulls you from your thoughts. 

You suddenly realize the house lights are up, and people are filing out of the stadium. “Oh yeah, sorry. It’s just crazy to think that he went from the weird boy with the dumb jokes to that,” you gesture toward the stage.

“Oh, he’s still the weird boy, he’s just telling his dumb jokes to a whole lot more people.” She joked, slinging her arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go backstage.” 

“Oh, no no no, you go. I should…”

“Not a chance,” she interrupted you. “You’ve gotta come back and see him.” You narrow your eyes at her, wondering why it was so important that you see him, but she just smiles innocently and leads you back to the VIP room. 

****

You and Gemma get comfortable on a couch in the back corner of the room, so lost in conversation that you don’t even notice when all eyes in the room land on the door, cheering Harry as he enters. He walks through, offering hugs and handshakes, thanking people for coming and graciously receiving compliments on his performance. 

Once he’s made his way to the back, he stops, silently observing you and his sister gossiping and giggling just like you always had. 

“You’d better not be talking about me, or I’m telling mum.” His voice pulls you from your conversation, and you both turn to look at him. 

Gemma grins and jumps from her seat. “You were outstanding.” She pulled him into a hug, saying something to him in a hushed tone. 

He smiled gratefully at her as she sat back down, Harry turned to you with a curious expression. “Well? What did you think?” 

“H,” his nickname fell so easily from your lips, as if you had never been apart. You stood up, looking at him with so much awe that he was taken aback. “You did it. I’m so,” you sigh with a shrug. “It was incredible.” 

He smiled, dimples on full display. “Thank you, angel. You have no idea what that means to me.” He steps in front of you, pulling you into a firm embrace. You were so lost in the moment that it didn’t even register that he had called you by his pet name for you. 

Gemma stood behind you, making sure to get Harry’s attention, she winked at him with a smirk before matriculating back into the crowd, allowing you two a moment. 

When you finally separated, Harry looked down at you, his gaze so intense that you felt your cheeks heating up. “I should probably go,” you finally speak up.

“No, wait.” He says in a panicked tone. “Can I talk to you alone for a minute?” 

You furrow your brow, not expecting that. He’s in a room full of the most important people in his life, and he wants to be alone with you? “Yeah, sure.”

He leads you out of the VIP area and down the hall to his dressing room. He opens the door, signaling for you to enter. He follows behind you, closing the door once you both cross the threshold. 

You both stand there awkwardly for a few moments before Harry finally breaks the silence. “I’m really glad you came tonight.” 

“Me too, thank you for inviting me.” You smile, trying to hide your nerves. 

“I, uh…” he takes a breath, running his hand through his hair. “I miss you.” 

You look up at him in confusion. “Harry, it’s been eleven years.” 

“And I’ve missed you the entire time.” He took a couple of cautious steps towards you. “I was so stupid back then, so stupid. I know I wasn’t fair to you.” 

“I told you, it’s fine, you were a kid. You did the best you could.” You assured him.

“I think running into you today was fate.” He ignores your words and keeps going. “We’ve both grown up, I’ve grown up. I see what’s important in life now.” 

“Harry…” 

“There were so many times I wanted to call you. So many things that happened that I wanted to celebrate with you, but I couldn’t. Every sold out show, every award, all of it, you were the first person I wanted to tell.” 

You were speechless. You were listening to his words, watching the vulnerability in his face, all of it completely overwhelming you. Out of everything that could have come from your run in with Harry, this was probably the last thing you would have expected. 

“I don’t… what?” Was all you managed to choke out. 

“Listen, I’m not saying we jump right back in and pick up where we left off,” your eyes went wide at his words. “I broke your trust, that’s something I need to earn back. But I’d like to try, if you’d let me.” 

“Try…”

He reached out, taking your hand and sighing in relief when you didn’t pull away. “I want to show you that I can be what you need, what you deserve.” 

“What are you asking?” You ask, searching his face as if it held the answers. 

“I just want to be in your life again, be your friend. I want to get to know you now, I want you to get to know me now, and see where things go from there.” 

You stood in silence, looking into Harry’s eyes, butterflies filling your stomach at the way he’s looking at you. You nod your head slowly. “Okay,” you respond, barely above a whisper. 

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully, you nod with a smile and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “Thank you thank you thank you. I promise I’m not going to mess this up.” You chuckle against his chest. “What’s so funny?” 

“Heather is going to kill me.” 

A bark of laughter escapes him. “I’ll protect you,” he places a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m not going to lose you again.” 

[nikaizkool]

Falling in love hcs

•Charlie Slimecicle

- how you met

You guys met at your community college as you were both taking filming courses.

- first impressions

first he saw you he smiled and waved you over “hi I’m Charlie, why don’t you sit next to me?” You both got along really well as your humor is very similar

-bonding

you both became inseparable best friends, where ever you went he followed like a sad puppy trailing along holding your hand, where ever he went with his friends you followed next to him letting him guide you by holding his hand

- first kiss?

You had gone to a Halloween party with Charlie and got dared to kiss, it was short and passionate. That’s when Charlie knew he had found the one, out of excitement you blurbed out some compliments “you taste really good—like candy corn”

- first date

He took you on a drive in date that was showing your favorite movie, he brought all the best snacks and matching pj bottoms

• Wilbur Soot

- how you met

You met through your friend ash when ash took you both on vacation and introduced you two

- first impressions

He was tall and handsome so you fumbled over your words when saying the first hello “uh yeah hi-hello I am Y/n fuckin uh—hi” he thought it was cute though it still haunts you to this day

- bonding

You guys started hanging out at local coffee shops and you also played some watergirl and fireboy on call occasionally

- first kiss

It was just late when everyone was hanging out, you, Wilbur, ash, and James. You were a bit tipsy and so was Wilbur so you just kinda did it and it was random too, it was sloppy and hard, two drunk people using tongues to fight over dominance

- first date

Took you out to your favorite artist concert and after took you to a restaurant.

• Jschlatt

- how you met

You live in the same apartment complex and your mail got mixed up

- first impressions

He gave you his your mail and took his, “thanks.” He just kinda shut the door in your face but the next time it happened he took you your mail and he got your number

- bonding

You FaceTimed at night and drank whiskey together sometimes at his place

- first kiss

He initiated the rough sloppy kiss it was long he only broke it to breath and say stuff like “I’ve been waiting so long to do this” and “how come we didn’t do this sooner”

- first date

You went to his house and cooked lunch together he got flour in his mutton chops but you guys had a great time :-)

• Quackity

- how you met

You met him at a park when he was posing for instagram coz it was his first time being in your hometown, it was convenient because you were there for the same amount of time as him so you let him stay with you

- first impressions

He greeted you and you took the pictures for him “hey thanks man—can I have your number coz these turned out great.” You exchanged numbers and you took him home

- bonding

In the week you were living with each other he did a cooking stream with you and you played Minecraft with him

- first kiss

It was on the day he had to leave for his flight so you drove him and gave him a hug. He pulled you in by the chin and kissed you, it was short just a bit rough and basically perfect

- first date

Minecraft date on stream, it was great. You made a house adopted cats and put your beds together

[bumpkinspice0]

Parallels: Chapter 3

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI!!!)

Word Count: 1400

Summary:Miguel was consuming your every thought and it's becoming an issue. You wonder if he's having the same problem.

Warnings: Smut- Male (Shower) masturbation, Sexual frustration, Pinning, tension, Angsy as hell, learn a little more about reader's life, J. Jonah Jameson is in every universe Notes: I just realized I never said that the 'shared spider-sense' theme of this fic is entirely inspired by the relationship between Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, or more commonly known as Silk. They were both bitten by the same spider and share a spider sense, making them drawn to each other and ALSO able to track the other through the multi-verse. Silk is a an awesome spider character. 10/10 recommend checking out her comics (But I say that about every comic) I'm not sure Miguel and readers connection will be exaaaactly the same since they literally couldn't have been bitten by the same spider, but yeah. This is a totally cannon thing spider people can do 😅

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Chapter 3

On My Mind

The restaurant was busier than you’d like, but really everywhere in this city was. Busier just meant louder, and louder meant earplugs for you. After having advanced hearing for nearly a decade you’d gotten used to it by now. You didn’t want to spend all night asking people to repeat themselves because you could over-hear everything that was happening in the restaurant. Right now you just wanted to be with your friends— unfortunately, your mind kept drifting elsewhere. 

Since you returned to your dimension 3 days ago, Miguel has consumed your every waking thought. Your daily hero life was suffering for it. You lost 2 robbers last night and missed a car chase this morning because you were too stuck in your own head. You were never one to get distracted on the job— and by a guy no less. 

 I should have stayed in the training room. I should have stayed longer and maybe we could have…

You’re not entirely sure what would have happened, honestly. This was uncharted territory. Some undefined connection only between the two of you? An innate sensation that drove you to horny madness. It sounded like a bad comic book plot. You’d probably had weirder things happen in your nearly 10-year-long spider career but this was by far the most frustrating.

Just the thought of him invaded your every sense. The deep rumble of his voice. His distinctive, rich smell— Like red wine. The taste he left in your mouth. 

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly, and you hated how much you wanted him. You didn’t even know anything about him.

Fuck Miguel O’Hara and whatever the fuck he was doing to you. 

But Miguel was a Spider-Woman problem.

Tonight you didn’t want to be Spider-Woman. You wanted to forget your interdimensional side gig and the broody, gigantic man that was driving you insane. Tonight you just wanted to be a good friend— and you were failing miserably at that too. 

Your best friend Jack wrangled his boyfriend, Ash, and your college friend Sue to come out for drinks and your mind couldn’t be further away.

“Hey, space cadet!” Jack snaps his fingers directly in front of your face. You’d been staring at the same potted plant across the room for probably 5 minutes now. You crash back to maddening reality. 

“Sorry, what?” you reenter whatever the conversation was now with a pitiful smile.

“Ash asked what’s new at the paper,” Jack repeats the question you never heard. He gives you a worried look. Jack knew about your double life. He’d known you for so long now, you couldn’t hide anything from him. He'd catch it whenever something was slightly amiss before you could even articulate a single word— thus why he lined up this friend's night in the first place. You’d been reclusive since you’d joined the multiverse. 

“Oh, at the Bugle?” You take a generous swig of your cocktail, “Jameson’s still behind on the times, I think. Keeps trying to push papers instead of giving our digital department more funding. I’m still only making stuff for print. Like, do you even remember the last time you even read from a newspaper?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I ever have.” Ash snorts.

“Maybe in high school,” Sue taps her chin, “And even then it was for like an assignment.” 

“People still need paper-mache supplies!” Jack interjects.

“Hey!” you playfully shove him, “That’s my entire industry you’re shitting on, sir!”

“Oh, so you’re defending the infamous J. Jonah Jameson now?”

“I’m but a lowly graphic designer,” you clarify, “The only thing he wants me to do with his precious paper is not look too much like The Times .”

You’d landed your job at The Daily Bugle in college. An internship turned full-time staff position. You’d gotten Jack some freelance work there on the side. He was seemingly the only photographer that could get a halfway decent picture of the mysterious Spider-Woman. He always gave you a small cut of whatever Jamason was willing to shell out. You didn’t know how to work a camera for crap, but you knew how to pose for a picture.

The evening rolls on with a pleasant demeanor. It was nice to be talking to non-spider people. To listen to the casual ramblings of your friend's completely ordinary lives. That new bitch at work or their mother calling one too many times a day. You envied them, honestly. It’s been so long since you could just simply live . This night out was a small taste of what you’d been missing. Connection. 

And, of course, it gets ruined. 

The nearby wail of sirens penetrates through your foam earplugs. They were maybe 3 blocks away. Once you hear it, you can’t unhear it. All conversations fall dead in your ears, your focus now entirely on the possible imminent danger to your city. The sirens are getting further away now.

A vibration from your phone in your pocket catches your attention. You check it under the table. A text from Jack. 

‘Sidejob thing?’

He always texted you in code about Spider-Woman business. He must have seen your face go placid, even though he can’t hear the distant sirens. You give him a faint nod across the table and he glances to the door— His silent message loud and clear. 

What are you waiting for? Go.

You know Jack did his best to understand, even if he never truly could. You had a duty. It wasn’t just a job, but who you were. You could never just stand idly by.

You quickly make an excuse about forgetting a deadline and shimmy out of the booth, leaving a few bucks for your meal. So much for no Spider-Woman tonight. 

____

Fuck you. Get out of my head.

Fuck you. Get out of my head.

It had become his mantra for the last few days— of course, it didn’t help anything, but cursing you gave him some minor vindication. 

He found himself in the shower 20 minutes longer than usual, attempting to give himself some kind of relief. The thought of you waiting on your knees for him clawed at his mind. He stroked his painfully hard cock to the image, now forever burned into his retinas. 

He never got distracted. It wasn’t in his nature. He prided himself on being the best leader he possibly could be. Attentive, knowledgeable, a team player— and for the most part, he was. Now you had come and thrown a wrench into all of that.

He should have known from the first time he saw you this would be a problem. It caught him completely off guard, but how could he have been prepared for… whatever this was? He was in the midst of building an empire, and there you were, as casual as ever— and so clearly just as confused as he was. A spider-sense suddenly manifesting? Ridiculous.

As soon as you locked eyes, he knew this was all because of you.

God, you were beautiful.

There had been few times he let his instincts take hold of him. He’d made himself into an apex predator in search of his spider abilities— he had to hold himself to a different standard than the rest of you. He was dangerous, and whatever this connection is, was dangerous in turn. 

He couldn’t control it, not yet anyway. And seemingly, you couldn’t either. You were both prey to your most primal desires and irresistibly drawn to the other to satisfy them.

He couldn’t escape your assault on all of his senses. He was fixated on you in every way imaginable. Your smell, your voice, your looks— your taste. 

He cums to the memory of your soft thighs squeezing his head. He heaves shaky breath after shaky breath, trying to gather his composure. It was hollow, fleeting relief. He can’t help but think you could have made it better— He knows you’d have made it better. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the foggy glass and is immediately disgusted with himself. 

He’d never been this way before. You were part of his team, a fellow hero that decided to join his league. He was your boss, for lack of a better term. This couldn’t go on. At least not the way it was currently.

He needed answers.

He was a scientist. It was time to do some research.

[silkwormsilk]

I know it’s over (Charlie walker x reader)

Summary: the end of a relationship that never really happened?! Charlie Walker thinks he’s in love with reader. Reader is in love with Charlie

warning: sexual topics, cursing, power struggles, lack of communication/ boundaries, friends with benefits, toxic relationship , smoking, brief drug consumption

…

You made your way to the brunette’s window. Trying not to wake him as you slid open the delicate frame. Finally lighting the cigarette you held in between your lips for the last few minutes.

You sigh in relief. Smiling as you felt your lungs warm up.

You felt at ease in the boys room, happy to be around him.

You’ve liked the boy since you first laid eyes on him. Your brain quickly idealizing the boy that slept gently beside you. Light snores escaping him ever so often.

Rubbing your face softly to keep warm from the cold air. Letting ash fall off your cigarette trying not to make a mess inside.

Hearing silent bed creaks. You put out the cigarette. Placing it into the ashtray the boy left out for you weeks ago.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, his voice husky from his deep slumber.

You nodded stretching a bit before climbing into bed again.

His eyes were closed, a tight smile plastered onto his plump lips as he makes more room for you to lay aside him.

The boy feeling relieved as you settle down beside him.

He smells the cigarette off of you. Smiling harder realizing he’s become accustom to the strong odor. Taking a liking to it since physically being with you. Cigarettes and expensive perfume.

“Charlie?” You say.

“Hmmm” he quietly hummed.

“Why don’t we ever hang out at school? I know you said your friends wouldn’t get me, but can’t i just say hey, or something like that?”

He rubs his face, trying to find a way to nicely explain how he doesn’t want you hanging out together publicly. He wants you two to live together in your room or his (like tonight). Like a dream he and you only share.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing person. The people who I consider my “friends” I don’t really know if they’d like someone like you. You’re different, they wouldn’t understand what we have” he says hoping you won’t question his motives.

“Oh” you say too tired to argue with Charlie.

“I would love to be with you at school” he continues.

You turn your head towards him before speaking again.

“You always say that” you giggle trying not to cry, tired of the boy constantly saying the same thing over and over again.

“I know, I’m sorry you feel stuck. I’ve told you why it wouldn’t work for us” he tells you reaching for your hand.

Gulping down whatever fight you had left in you.

“Doesn’t it make you.., I don’t know. Sad?” You curiously question.

He sighs to himself, still drowsy from you two fucking like rabbits. He takes a few seconds to answer.

“Yeah, it makes me upset. I try not to think about it, helps me sleep” he lie’s trying to play cool. Making you even more frustrated with the situation you share.

You nod your head, not knowing why you constantly find yourself laying with the boy.

You thought he genuinely liked you. He’s the only boy you’ve ever been able to hold a conversation with for hours without getting bored of each other.

Or so it seemed that way at first. He’s playing you hard and you know it. You deserve better, but your heart is attached to the long haired boy.

“Y/N?” You hear.

“Mhmm” you now hum.

“Don’t be mad. I know it’s difficult to understand right now. We have something special” he insists, squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Yeah, special” you sarcastically repeat turning away from him.

He huffs, moving closer to you. Both of you sit in silence. An uncomfortable tension growing in the air.

“I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to make you understand I only care for you” he tells you.

“Hold me. Call me yours, just say you like me for fucks sake!” you angrily shove the boy.

He smiles, amused by your desperation. He knows he genuinely likes you, just not enough to be with you. At least not at the moment. He was so close to scoring with the girl of his dreams. He just feels it, any of these days the blonde would be his.

“Shhh, my parents might hear us” he laughs knowing damn well they left for a short vacation together and wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

“Charlie!” You whine

“I like you. You should know this by now” he says his hand reaching for your face tracing your features.

You give in to his soft embrace falling asleep as he held you.

…

Charlie watches as the waitress refills your cup with coffee. Your second cup, doesn’t understand how you can drink it without any milk and little to no sugar.

He doesn’t question you, just assumes you like to torture yourself.

You look at the menu in front of you. Overwhelmed by all the options available at such early hours.

“You know what you want already?” you ask the boy in front of you, eyes still looking at your menu.

“No, not yet” he says. Watching you intensely scan the laminated piece of paper in front of you.

“I.., I’ve been meaning to ask you something” The boy says.

You look up, your eyes cold showing no emotion.

He gulps.

Not knowing how to word this.

Both of you nervous in what the other has to say.

“Have you’ve been seeing anyone else besides me?” he asked.

You want to laugh at such a ridiculous question. He knows you’ve only ever been with him.

“No, what makes you think that?” You ask.

“I’ve been seeing someone” he announces searching for some type of reaction from you.

You nod: “okay, are you fucking them too?”.

Your demeanor is calm. Words hitting the boy like ice.

You can feel your heart pounding trying to focus on your surroundings other than the boys confession.

“Does it matter?” He asked, trying to break you.

“I mean, yeah It kinda does matter. You didn’t wrap it up last night. Kinda just fucked me raw” you tell him seriously.

He sighs.

“No, I’m not sleeping with her” he says looking around.

“So, what do you want? What are you trying to say?” You begin cross-examining the boy in front of you.

He rolls his eyes a bit stopping himself before making you upset.

“What am I trying to say?” He hums annoyed.

You groan.

“Yes Charlie. What are you saying? Are you telling me you want to end things between us. That’s fine, that’s up to you. I’ll leave if that’s what you want. You want me to stay around like some emotional punching bag like you always do? What is it?” You profess slamming your palm onto the table in front of you two.

He squints his eyes at the noise. Coffee spilling over the table.

You exhale. Raising your hand to get the waitress attention.

Asking for a towel to clean the mess you just created.

“Thanks, he’s ready to order” you tell the older woman.

She nods her head taking the warm damp towel from you.

Charlie sits in silence. Watching the sun rise through the window. Watching your figure slowly disappear into your car. You left him stranded at the diner.

…

“You look awful” the blonde tells Charlie.

“Yeah, I know” the boy laughs.

He can feel his stomach erupting with emotions.

“Didn’t sleep well?” She asks.

“Yeah, something like that” he tells her rubbing his face recalling the last few days he spent with you.

“Bummer” she says continuing to work on the project in front of her.

Charlie gulps, he’s gotten used to you questioning everything he has to say.

“Yeah” he mumbles.

He turns looking out the small window on the classroom door. He could have sworn he saw you passing by with your group of friends smiling as the last period was coming to an end.

He’s felt love sick since you left him at the diner, missing whatever you had to offer him.

Doesn’t matter if you wanted to yell at him maybe even chop his head off for being such an asshole towards you.

All he wants is for you to pay attention to him again.

“Fuck!” He shouts.

The blonde is wide eyed at the boy’s sudden outburst, the whole classroom is.

“Mister Walker, what’s wrong?” The teacher questions.

Charlie shakes his head shoving his belongings into his bag.

“I gotta go” he manically says, a hand running through his hair.

“You can’t just leave we still have 15 minutes till the bell dismisses u-“ Charlie briefly hears the teacher saying as he let the door shut behind him.

He’s panicking, not sure if you were around. He rushes towards the schools exit hoping to find you or your friends.

“Y/N?” He’s shouting.

You hear the faint callings, ignoring the familiar voice you longed for.

Leaning against your cars door smoking a blunt you passed around with your friends.

“I swear I hear someone calling your name, like it’s not just this talking” your friend laughs.

You shake your head making yourself small so the boy wouldn’t see you.

You just can’t get yourself to look at him. You need time to collect yourself, he’s taken so much from you over the last few months together.

“Eww, it’s the film nerd!” another friend squeals.

You want to hide from him, your friends, everyone.

“Y/N! I’ve been calling your phone all week” He says panting obviously exhausted from his search for you.

You’re looking at him, embarrass for whatever he has to say.

Your friends are hysterical over the boy even knowing your name.

“Do you even know this guy?” Your friends giggle.

Looking at him , then back to them.

“Yeah. I’ve been fucking Charlie for the last six months” you admit.

Your friends are shocked, they feel betrayed. Why didn’t you tell them? You’ve always told them everything.

“Wow, isn’t that great! You’re a real piece of shit aren’t you” one friend says leaving you to be with the boy.

“Whatever” you say as they all start walking away.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry for playing with your emotions. For using you, not paying attention to your wants and feelings. Shit I’m sorry about your friends, you’re not a piece of shit, I made you do it. I forced you lie to everyone. Why’d you let me ruin your life?” he practically vomits out.

You sigh listening to what the boy had to say to you. You’re feeling distant, almost as if you’re floating in and out of yourself.

“You want me to forgive you? You want me to take you back into my room. You just want to sleep with me, you don’t even like me Charlie” you softly tell him.

“You’re not listening. I never asked you to forgive me, I just want you to know I’m genuinely sorry in how I treated you. Don’t you get it Y/N? I’m in love with you” he says.

You roll your eyes, sighing at the scene the boy has created.

The parking lot is full of commotion as school is out for the day. Eyes turning to you two every so often.

“You’re interested in someone else, remember?” you spit out. Frustration consuming you.

You don’t know why you’re still listening to the boy talk, should have just got into your car and left him like you did the other day.

“I was wrong!”he cries out.

“Wrong about what?” An unfamiliar voice asks.

You grunt to yourself once you realize who it belonged to.

Kirby Reed, the girl who actually held Charlie’s heart.

“Kirby?!” The boy nervously gulped.

The boy looks terrified as if he was caught stealing.

You decide in that moment it was your chance to escape.

You don’t say anything, gently pushing the boy away from your door.

“Y/N, wait! Please it doesn’t have to be like this” he tells you ignoring his friend besides him as you drove off.

“Why are you talking to Y/N Y/L/N?” Kirby curiously asks unaware of the situation between you and Charlie.

Charlie shakes his head, his hand vigorously running through his hair.

“i.., I’m in love with her” he coldly admits.

Almost glossy eyed over the broken connection.

“Oh?” The girl responds. She thought Charlie liked her.

“I’ve been sleeping with her for months now” he continues unaware the pain he’s causing the blonde next to him.

It’s not like Kirby likes him? She just loved the attention she received from the boy.

“She’s pretty, we had gym together freshman year” she chokes out.

He shakes his head, leaving everything behind in that parking lot.

[queenofbaws]

Have been bingereading the Almosts lately for the first time (going slow only because the slowly eroding friendships pre anniversary are causing me physical pain, its absolutely amazing), and just discovered your six sentence prompts! Could you do one exploring what would happen if chris could survive the hannah attack-- specifically in a route where he shot ash and then she didnt open the door for him? 👀👀

It was dumb luck, that open window - dumb luck and about a million other pointless choices coalescing, adding up and slotting into just the right place at just the right time to save his miserable skin. Spurred on by adrenaline and terror and the very, very clear understanding that if he slipped even once he could very well end up so much blood spatter in the snow, he moved faster than he'd ever moved in his life, vaulting up the bin and through the still-open pane, tumbling onto the hard-packed floor the way he had earlier, back when Josh had still been his friend (read: back when he had still been alive).

The...the thing (the old guy with the flamethrower had called it something, but he couldn't remember now, not with the image of his body sinking into the snow so fresh in his mind) was too big to follow: Its spindly limbs gnashed and flailed, it screamed like the very voice of hell itself, but each of its swipes missed him, missed him, just barely missed him.

He sat there for a long time even after it left, not quite trusting his own senses, but when the numbness of his terror wore off, when he caught his breath and the burning in his lungs moved into his extremities instead, he carefully got up and tested his shaky legs; out of the storage room and into the lodge he toddled, taking (again) the exact same route an earlier version of him had wandered before, and it wasn't until he stepped into the great room that -

"Dude, holy shit, we thought you fucking died," Mike said, grabbing him by the arms and giving him a once-over, "talk about a lucky break, huh?"

"Yeah, real lucky," said a flat, unimpressed voice from the other side of the room, and Chris, feeling his stomach twist at the memory of yanking at the sliding door onto to find it locked, realized he couldn't meet Ashley's eyes; he realized too, as she breezed past him and Mike to make for the stairs, the basement, the others, that maybe, just maybe, dying out there might've been a kinder fate than having to face her again.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[sketchy-rosewitch]

I have a prompt for you :3

A/B/O Bo x reader. They came with of a werewolf group, but y/n is a human and not a wolf. Bo’s taken a liking to y/n and wants them to stay. So he marks them as his in front of y/n’s alpha friend, which shows the friend that y/n can’t leave. So, they leave behind y/n, and y/n slowly learns to fit in with Bo and their new life.

Hope this makes since, sorry if it doesn’t. Thank you and have a good day!

All of My Instincts Return: Werewolf!Bo Sinclair x afab!gn!reader

Warnings: Marking someone nonconsesually, werewolves, blood.

A/N: My bad. I didn’t mean to take so long on this! I just really wanted to work hard and get it perfect. It was a really amazing idea!

You hum softly as you and your friends walk through the small town looking for the gas station.

“I don’t like this place. You sure we can’t just get that guy to drive one of us to Baton Rouge to get a fan belt and come back?” Trevor sniffs the air and crinkles his nose, your two other friends, Jeremy and Adam do the same each of them making the same expression.

The four of you were on your way to meet up with some of your friend’s pack mates. Jeremy decided to stop for the night so everyone could sleep and be refreshed since the other werewolves you were meeting could be… a lot. Especially for you since you were a human.

Well, the four of you got up and Jeremy went to start the van so your group could head out. Unfortunately, nothing happens, he tries over and over again and getting frustrated he slammed the door shut and popped open the hood. When he went to look inside he let out a huff and a growl. The damn fan belt snapped.

Luckily it was windy, the weather kept you cool from the otherwise blazing hot sun and your group wasn’t waiting in it long before a man in a truck pulled up asking if you needed help. The man agreed to drive you to Ambrose.

As soon as you left the vehicle and he drove off and Adam made a comment about the driver smelling like a werewolf.

“Who cares? You guys smell that shit in so many places and sometimes it’s just because there’s a dog there. Maybe there’s a dog here. I bet they’ll be very cute.” You say smiling as the gas station comes into view. You walk ahead of your group excited to finally have a savior to your problem.

A tall brunet man stands outside smoking a cigarette, leaning against the gas station wall. Jeremy is right next to you again as if he’s protecting you. “Hi, are you Bo? A guy drove us here saying he could help us with a new fan belt.” Your brunet friend explains. The man flicks some ash off his cigarette.

“Yeah I’m him. What size you need?” He asks, sucking in smoke then puffing it out.

“17 inch.”

Bo nods as he drops the used up cigarette and stomps it out. He gestures to follow him as he heads inside.

“What’re you doing out here?” Bo asks. His hands are on his hips as he’s looking at all of the belts.

“They’re taking me to meet their friends. Little reunion.” You explain. You can’t help but keep staring at Bo. He moves smoothly and confidently, grabbing the fan belt and heading to the truck. He’s alluring.

“I can bring it back to the shop, fix it here and you’ll be back on the road. Just need someone to come with me, show me where the car is.” Bo explains as he grabs his keys, he sniffles and rubs his nose with the back of his hand.

“I can go.” You volunteer. Though Jeremy is quick to grab your arm, holding it a little tightly.

“It’s my car, I’ll go.” He says. You pout and look at your friend.

“I already volunteered.” You reply, Jeremy sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose. Something is up but you’re too blind to see it, Jeremy can’t tell you anything either too afraid to piss off the mechanic and then he’s definitely not getting his fan belt.

“We’ll both go.”

Bo let’s put a chuckle. “Whatever you guys wanna do.”

Quickly you hop in and Jeremy comes in after you. Bo starts up the tow truck and the three of you head out of town and towards your broken down vehicle.

“So where are you from?” Bo asks, his posture is laid back, only having on hand on the steering wheel and an arm on the window sill.

“Massachusetts.” You answer. “Have you always been in Ambrose?” You turn and raise a brow at him curiously, knowing that the people who live in small towns are likely to have lived there their whole lives.

“Yeah, been here my whole life, me and my brothers all still live here. Never had a reason to leave.” He says casually. Jeremy points him down the road.

“Straight shot from here.”

Bo nods, acknowledging he heard your friend.

“I couldn’t imagine that. We travel so much, I don’t know what I’d do if I had to stay in one place forever.”

Bo looks at you curiously. “What places have you been?”

“We’ve been all over the country, Texas, Washington, The Dakotas, Wisconsin. We got family everywhere so we stay with them. I like meeting Jeremy, Trevor and Adam’s relatives. They’re nice and they treat me so well. The guys tend to get jealous cause I get spoiled. This time though we’re meeting old friends of Jeremy’s I’m super excited. Jer told me they play rough. Which is fun I love playing in the dirt.”

Bo smirks. “Do ya now?”

“Yeah! I used to play with my siblings all the time in the dirt and we’d get mud all over each other. Then mom and dad would hose us off.”

His teeth show as he grins and you let out a small gasp.

“You have very sharp canines! Jeremy has some too. Jeremy show him!” You smack your friend lightly to get his attention.

“Yeah he’s a werewolf.” Jeremy grumbles. Your jaw drops and you hit him lightly again.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You guys are all so different from each other. Did you turn or were you born?”

“Birdie…” Jeremy gives you a warning glance, you frown.

“Sorry.”

Bo smiles at you. “No, no it’s fine. My brothers and I were born. The gene skipped my parents and went to us.”

You look at him with awe, then the truck stops. He backs it up and gets out of the car to get it onto the tow.

“You need to be careful with him. His pheromones are high right now.” Jeremy mumbles.

“I’m fine. You know I’m doing this for a research book, I need wolves from different walks of life. Having a homebody is something I’ve never seen! It’s a perfect addition!”

Your friend lets out a sigh and nods. “Okay, but I’m watching him.”

It doesn’t take long to get back to Ambrose. You continued to ask Bo questions and even explain why you were asking these questions. He gave you all of the answers you needed.

Jeremy gets out of the tow truck and walks over to Trevor and Adam. You ignore them and follow Bo into the garage, he pops open the hood of the car and goes in to fix the fan belt.

“Do you like being a werewolf?”

Cold metal hits your lower back as you lean against a table, typing away answers on your phone.

“Has its upsides and downsides.” Bo grunts putting the newer fan belt in. “Mostly upsides. I like the diet, also I can regulate my heat better, running is.. far more fun, stuff like that.” Bo shuts the hood of the car and looks around for any other problems with the car. He stands up and heads outside, you follow behind him.

“Did you finish?” Jeremy asks, standing up, he meets Bo half way and the mechanic nods.

“Yeah, no other problems with your car either.”

“Thank you. How much?” Your friend takes out his wallet.

“55.”

“You sure? Normally those things cost 75-90.”

“Yeah, hardly come across people like me. We’ll call it a.. family discount.” Bo smirks as Jeremy hands him the cash.

You frown slightly wanting to stay a little longer. You look between your friends and Bo. You weren’t even half way done with the questions you wanted to ask. You needed more answers, he was different from the others. The upsides to being a wolf for him, were downsides for everyone else. How Bo and his brothers managed to stay in one place also boggled your mind, everyone else was known for moving, they loved traveling, making new friends. It was their nature.

“Can we stay for a little longer Jer?”

Your friend looks at you and bites his lip. “Birdie, I really wanted to get going before nightfall.”

You stick your bottom lip out. “Come on. This is really important. Please?”

Jeremy looks up at the sky, then at the ground, shaking his head. “Fine… is there uh, anything to do while we are here?” He asks Bo. Bo gives a friendly smile.

“Wax Museum right up the road. Real nice in there. It’s free, make sure you’re careful and don’t touch anything.” He answers, Jeremy nods and him, Adam, and Trevor head up the road.

“I need to make a call real quick. We don’t get many visitors anymore. Hold on.” Bo walks back into the shop, you follow him until you get to the same metal table you were leaning in before. This time though, you sit on one of the chairs instead.

It takes a few minutes but Bo walks back in and sits across from you. He lights a cigarette and you smile happy to get to know the man more. He was just so attractive you couldn’t not stay for a little longer.

“So, uh- what do you specifically do during full moons. Like rituals I guess, cause my friends each do something different. So what’s your thing, you can take about your brothers’ things too!”

“Hunt.”

“What do you hunt?”

There’s a glint in his eyes, your stomach tightens a bit, nervous for his answer.

“Rabbits and Deer.”

It’s a lie, but you continue smiling. “Do you and your brothers do it together?”

“Yeah, we’re all spread out. Makes it easier to corner the prey.” The mechanic shrugs and flicks some ash on the floor. You nod. “So, do you have somethin’ for wolves?”

Your eyes are wide as you look up at him from your phone. You let out a little laugh. “No no! I-uh just- I mean.. No but yeah, but like I’m also just curious. I mean you are attractive but you’re so different from the other werewolves I’ve interviewed and I- fuck man. Can’t just hit me with that!” A laugh escapes your lips, you look down and away from Bo, feeling so awkward. Did he know about how attractive you found him?

He lets out a chuckle and ashes his cigarette. “Sorry bunny. You’re surrounded by them. The observation made me curious.” He shrugs.

“I mean I guess I do? I don’t know, Jeremy said something about the way I smell. It makes werewolves attracted to me. Also just being around them all the time makes me feel safe. I mean I’m not one. But we seem to have some type of mutual appreciation of each other.” You explain, Bo nods his head.

“Well you are very kind and curious. It’s amazing how none of them have wanted you for themselves.”

Bo’s posture is relaxed as he leans back in his chair. You furrow your brows but let out a laugh. Bo can tell you’re getting nervous. “Thanks? I- I don’t know how I’m supposed to take that..”

“A compliment. Sorry, we can get back to you askin’ the questions.”

He seems to back off and you relax, ready to continue the interview.

-

Bo Sinclair has you giggling and sitting next to him by the time your friends come back. Adam coughs and you look over to see it’s almost dark. You smile sadly and realize that you have to go. But it’ll be okay, you got the answers you needed and more from the older wolf.

You start to get up and Bo follows after you.

“You ready to go?” Jeremy asks, putting an arm around you. You nod, realizing you’ll be at his friend’s place in just a few hours.

“Oh, Bunny. I have somethin’ else for you, little send off my brothers’ and I do it when we meet someone new. So they can remember us. I think it’ll be good for you to write in your book.” Bo gestures you to come over to him. Jeremy hesitates to let go but does so when you pull fully away. A grin comes across your face, excited for what he has to offer.

“You ready?”

You nod. He leans into your neck and bite down, drawing blood. You gasp and grab his shoulders in shock as he sucks some out of you.

It feels like forever before he lets go. You look at him with your eyes wide, you pant and look over to Jeremy, who’s getting ready to beat the shit out of Bo. You can tell by the look on his face.

“Fucking-“

“Jeremy let’s just go it’s fine.” You start to walk towards the van. Your heart begins to ache though. “Come on.”

“You can’t leave.” Jeremy says, his voice is firm and you look at him confused.

“What the hell do you mean? Sure I can, we can go right now. Let’s go, come on.” Nervousness overrides every emotion you have. Being told you couldn’t leave made you feel trapped.

“You. can’t. Leave.”

“Yes I can.”

“No, you can’t! Fuck, he marked you Birdie! Your Bo’s! He claimed you. He-FUCK!” I’m going to fucking kill you!” Jeremy turns around and something kicks in, you run between Bo and Jeremy, covering Bo’s neck, causing your friend to stop in his tracks, looking halfway between man and wolf.

“Bo… why’d you do that?“

Your heart breaks, your life feels like it’s over. You’re trapped in small town you don’t know anything about. A man you thought you could trust, broke it in seconds.

“Bunny, I had to have you for myself. Your smell, the way you act, and look. You’re perfect. It’s no wonder other werewolves are always after you. You’re everything a wolf could want. I couldn’t pass it up.”

You look at Bo, he went from a good dog, to the big bad wolf in a matter of seconds. One bite made your life change. Tears ran down your cheeks. You look at your friends. They look just as sad as you. They’re worried and mad they can’t do anything to fix your problem.

“Can you get my stuff out of the van.” You whisper, knowing all of them can hear you.

Adam unlocks the door and opens it, pulling out your backpack, duffel bag, and a suitcase. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking right. We should’ve just left. I shouldn’t have asked questions.” More tears come down and you draw in a shaky breath before letting it out. Jeremy looks at you.

“Don’t say that. You didn’t know, I should’ve said something.” Then your friend looks up at Bo. “I need you to take care of them. They’re not your property. They’re human, they need someone who is going to take care of them. So do it. I’ll be back to visit them.” He threatens. Bo’s face looks more serious. He nods his head and the few belongings you had are put at your feet.

Your heart feels empty as you hug each of your friends, giving them one last goodbye, they head off to finish the trip you were so excited to make.

-

For the first week you only ever left your room to use the bathroom. Then you’d be back in it, typing away on your laptop or calling Jeremy for updates.

You never talked to Bo, though he would talk to you when he gave you your breakfast, lunch and dinner, which were all hardly touched. He lectured you two weeks after you lived in Ambrose about finishing your food. He hunted and cooked it for you and he promised he’d take good care of you, that meant you needed to eat.

The third week you left your room and met Vincent, then got a formal introduction to Lester.

Vincent was quiet, but you could still sense when he was watching. So you started having one sided conversations with him. He was nice to have around, friendly, polite. Vincent would show you things and even started to write things down so the conversations went both ways two weeks into knowing him.

Lester was the complete opposite. Constant talking and showing you things he found in the woods or when he’s picking up roadkill. He’d talk about his childhood far more than Bo and Vincent did. He also took you on small trips to the store and some night markets, even invited you to a restaurant once or twice, just to get out of town.

Then you learned about the town after you had met Bo’a brothers. It was just the them. Your instinct was right, they killed people. Though it wasn’t just for food, Vincent and Bo had explained their mother’s legacy. Wanting to complete a town full a wax like she always wanted to do. Lester admitted to you that he never cared for his mom or her wax town.

It’s been two months since your friend’s had left you in the small town of Ambrose.

You bite down on your thumb nail as you reread over the three newest chapters in your research paper. It was hard work to get it done but you had nothing else to do in Ambrose. Bo didn’t want you working currently, especially not during the summer heat, so he had you up at the house.

“Hey.”

You turn around in the desk chair you are sitting in and raise your brows at Bo.

“I need you to stay in tonight.” He starts. You cross your arms, indicating you’re listening to him. “Full moon.”

“I’ve been around you guys during a full moon Bo. Two of them to be exact.”

“This one’s different. It’s a Blue Moon. I’m not risking anythin’. Stay. Inside.” Bo bares his teeth in a growl. Reluctantly, you sigh and nod your head, agreeing to do just that. He comes in and kisses your head before leaving. Something he started doing when you got used to your living situation.

The issue is, you aren’t staying inside. You have too much research to do and you’ve never been around around ANY of your friends during a Blue Moon. Only a Blood Moon. Damn wolves kept trying to give you food, thinking you couldn’t feed yourself.

You finish what you’re doing and shut your laptop. It’s dusk when you look out the window, the moon already seems so bright in the sky, illuminating everything in a blue hue.

You slip on your pants and a different shirt, then tie up your boots. You grab your cross body bag and go to head out the door.

No one is there is stop you, typical of a full moon night. Each of the brothers picks a spot and they hunt for prey, sometimes it’s human if someone or even a group of people are unfortunate enough to stumble onto their territory.

You know where Bo hunts, so you easily make your way into his area of the woods. You follow the trail of his torn clothes, you frown thinking he didn’t have enough time to take them off. You write a note down in your phone to ask him about it later and continue making your way to him, now caring about making any noise. Your mate will know you’re there because of your smell.

A silhouette looks in the distance. You squint trying to make out who it is. You don’t remember Bo being this big when you’ve seen him the first few times, nor were Vincent or Lester. In fact Lester was the smallest one out of the three.

You hope there isn’t a secret fourth brother. Taking a deep breath you slowly walk towards the creature.

The creature turns and faces towards you, all you see are their glowing blue eyes, that’s when you know it’s Bo.

You smile, becoming less and less hesitant you stand straight and stride towards him. He does the same, except it isn’t his typical stride. It’s slow steps, then a stop, you watch his tail freeze. Bo’s hair sticks up on his back.

He’s hunting you.

Quickly you suck in a breath and turn, running back towards the ghost town of Ambrose as fast as you can.

Stupid. You’re stupid. You should’ve listened to him. He knows better than you. You easily could’ve asked what happens and he would’ve answered. Now he’s going to kill you.

You try your best to avoid the roots and sticks on the forest floor. It’s difficult with the leaves but you persist. Thinking you’re home free you silently cheer, that is until your bag gets caught on a branch. Which pulls you back, causing you to lose your footing and fall to the ground, knocking the wind from your stomach.

You gasp, starting to freak out. Bo catches up to you easily and you turn, before have the chance to react his muzzle is around your neck.

You let out a small whimper, feeling his canines penetrate your neck slightly, causing stinging and bleeding.

He lets go, and in the moonlight through the trees you see your blood covering his teeth.

Bo growls at you before licking his teeth and your neck.

“Did I shock you?” He grunts, his voice more gravely than usual. You nod your head and take deep breaths, looking into his blue wolfish eyes.

“You’re trembling. You’re scared aren’t you?” His lips curl as he bares his teeth. As if he’s trying to scare you more.

“No, not at all.” Your heart beat slows and you managed to bring your shakes hands to his head, running your fingers through his brownish fur. He moves his face into your hand. “It’s cause I know it’s you. You’d never hurt me. You just marked me again didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He grunts. His head leans down, licking your neck. “I love you. You’re mine.”

“Oh I love you too Bo.”

-

You wake up to a naked Bo laying on you. He’s slowly waking up himself. He rubs his eyes and squints looking around the forest frantically. You ground him, petting his hair gently.

Bo looks at you and kisses you gently.

“I could’ve bred you. I could’ve hurt you, broken every bone in your body, could’ve killed you. Could’ve ripped your throat out and you would’ve been gone.” Bo kisses you again. “I told you to stay inside.” He holds your face. “You need to listen.”

You look into his eyes, this time they’re human. They’re worried, but you smile and hold his face too.

“But you didn’t. I don’t think you were ever going too. At least you weren’t going to hurt or kill me. You can’t, you can’t do it even if you tried. It’s not in your nature. You would’ve killed yourself if you did that. You can’t bare to lose me.” You explain. Bo sighs and bites his lips.

“You got all of that just from me huntin’ you?”

You nod your head. “Now can we head back up to the house. I’m sore. Dirt isn’t exactly the best bed.”

Bo laughs and gets up. “You don’t happen to have any pants on you do you?”

It’s the first time you see him blush. You shake your head. “I have your hoodie though.” You point to your bag.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he walks a few yards back to it and grabs it, pulling the hoodie down over himself.

The two of you walk back to the house and you realize you’ve fallen for Bo more than you’ve hoped.

[alaskanna]

Who else has noticed the similarities of Tyler Gaulpin to Tam Lin?

(I wrote this post last year, and decided to repost it because it’s Halloween week, and I’ve been thinking about it again. I also added more to it :)

Honestly, it does appear that the character of Tyler and some of Season 1 was inspired by Tam Lin. Even their names begin and end the same way, just the middle is different. I know at least one other Tumblr poster has, because I saw their comment on another post, and then I was like ‘oh yeah, how did miss this’.* 😆Because if we have a Tam Lin, then we need a Queen of Fairies to be controlling him, and then who is getting sacrificed as the fairy tithe to Hell on Halloween night?

For those of you who are not familiar, Tam Lin is a ballad from the Scottish Borders that predates the 18th century. In most versions, he is a young mortal man who was kidnapped by the Queen of Fairies and guards the Carterhaugh Woods at her command, and any young woman who is caught going that way must pay a toll of either a ring, a green mantle, or her maidenhead. (Good thing that one of the first things we learn about Tyler in Ep 1 is that he can’t be bought!) Tam Lin does get rescued by a woman, but you will have to read the ballad to find out what happens!

Here is Child’s 39A communicated by poet Robert Burns in 1792, one of the most famous versions from a really awesome website:

It is in Scots dialect, so here is the ‘meta’ version from the same site:

And here is my very favorite music version by English folk rock band Steeleye Span:

Here is a list of other coincidences that I noticed:

Tyler’s ex friend’s name is Carter, and while it’s a common name, the woods that Tam Lin guards is named Carterhaugh (this is a real wood in the Scottish Borders).

Cobham Woods sounds suspiciously similar Carterhaugh Woods (this doesn’t appear to be a real place in Vermont).

Rowan Laslow; Rowan is also a common name, and the rowan tree (or mountain ash) was widely considered to have magical properties. The last part of the ballad is the faerie queens lament, from the modern English meta version on the site:

“If I had know, Tam Lin," she says
"that you were up to no good
I'd have taken out your green eyes
and put in eyes of wood."

“If I had known, Tam Lin," she says
"you would have always been alone!
For I'd have taken out your mortal heart
And put in a heart of stone."

But in one of the most famous modern versions from Steeleye Span, the official lyric reads ‘put to a rowan tree’. I haven’t seen any traditional versions that use it, so this coincidence is definitely a reach.

[secrets-of-everwich]

11-3 Rin’s Final Statement

[Click]

[Electronic hum underlies recording]

{Callie}

Hello, and welcome to this episode of Secrets of Everwich. I’m here with Rin again, to get her full statement of the case.

{Rin}

Hi.

{Callie}

Can you start at the beginning, and tell me everything that happened up until now?

{Rin}

Okay, I guess. Start of the month, Emilia didn’t come into school. We had a chemistry test that day, and I knew something was up, because I’ll be damned if Em’s ever missed a chem test. She loves chemistry. I think I called her? I don’t remember at this point, to be honest. Either way, I remember being really worried because she didn’t really talk to me that much that day.

The next day was my birthday. Ash surprised me by calling me over to his house, I thought they needed help with something, but then Xavier and Em were there too, and they’d set up a surprise party for me. It was nice. But Em didn’t really talk to me, or anyone else. We then went round to this place-

{Callie}

For the record, we are currently in Everwich Manor. Sorry, continue.

{Rin}

Yeah. Everwich Manor. We went round to Everwich Manor, to see the show tour, because… I don’t really know why Ash wanted to bring me to it, to be honest.

[Laughter]

We were in the queue, and Em really didn’t say anything, didn’t look at us. I noted that she was looking pale, and she just kind of shrugged and said- Oh what did she say? Something like ‘It’s nothing’, or something. I dunno, whatever she said it felt different.

X and Ash walked off, so it was just me and Em. I have to say, it was… Kinda awkward. She didn’t say anything, barely responded to me. I was getting really worried to be honest. It was interesting- You know, you’re really good at the tours.

Oh… Thank you! Continue, continue!

{Callie}

{Rin}

We got to the end of the tour, and we stood around looking for Ash and X, and Ash appeared from somewhere else. I knew something was up. He’s my best friend, I’ve known them since we were kids, I know when something’s up. But he shrugged, and X appeared, and we left to go back to Ash’s place. Well, just me and Ash. Em just kind of disappeared, and X said he had to do a tour.

The next week or so- Few weeks? I don’t remember at this point. This whole month has been… Weird, to be honest. But, I kept seeing Em acting weird. As I said before, she was in the girl’s bathroom a lot working on some kind of experiment. This one girl, Abby, came up to me and that Em was doing some kinda weird chem experiment in the bathroom. I remember running to see what it was, cause I’d been looking for her anyway. She hadn’t been sat with me, Ash and X. If she’s not sat with me and the others, she’s in the chem lab, or the library. But she wasn’t.

I then went to see my grandfather. Well, my dad and Jamie’s mum made me, and my siblings. Jamie was showing off- What was she showing off? Some awful singing or something, and Grandpa took me to the side to show me his old journal. It wasn’t until he said that he knew something was wrong with the town that I started listening. I had a flick through and got to the page about his friends acting weird. I was really shocked, to be honest. It was the same as how Em had been acting.

So, I called Ash and they said that he would get bored, but to tell you, so, you did, and… Well, you’ve got it on tape how that went. I thought everything was fine. Em was acting normal again. I… I thought it was okay.

Then Ash came running, crying. Saying Em and X were going out. They’d been spending a bit more time together than normal, but… It was weird. Normally it’s me coming to Ash in a moment of crisis. I’d never seen him like that. They were… Really upset. I dunno, even I felt annoyed that Em and X were together. Maybe it’s cause they didn’t tell me. So, I told Ash that I’d always be on his side. It was scary, to be honest. The thought our friend group would split that much so close to our exams.

Ash eventually went home, and I woke up to a phone call.

[Rin’s voice sounds like it’s trembling]

Em had…

{Callie}

It’s okay, I know. You don’t need to say.

{Rin}

No, I- I know she’s okay now. [Sniffing] She’d tried to kill the spider. It had got back on her. I don’t even know how. I thought we’d gotten rid of it. I didn’t know it was the spider though.

I dunno, I don’t remember much of what happened next. I just felt so numb. I couldn’t think properly. Jamie’s mum told me to take her to school, but I didn’t even get as far as the playground. I just left her there. It was like my body was moving without me meaning to.

And then Ash was there, and he grounded me. Told me everything was okay. Told me Em was alive. Told me it was the spider again. God, I don’t know where I’d be without Ash. He told me everyone was in Everwich Manor, and that Jamie was in the playpark, she’d been there all day. I felt awful for just leaving her. And then we came back here.

[Rustling]

{Callie}

Thank you for telling me this. It’s really useful, getting a full picture of the ‘case’. If there’s anything else, just let me know, but in the meantime can you go and get X?

{Rin}

Okay.

[Rustling]

{Callie}

Hey, I like your new hair! It really suits you that short.

{Rin}

Oh. Thanks. It was… An accident. I need to get Ash to help me even it out. God, Jamie’s mum’s gonna have a field day telling me about how I’ve ruined my hair again.

{Callie}

It looks nice.

[A pause]

[Door opening]

[Door closing]

I hope Emilia wakes up soon. I’d like to get a statement from her. I hope she’s okay. In the meantime, I’m going to get a statement from X.

[Click]

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

Hm. OK. Theories for s3 (some are purposefully batshit, some is fan service for me, some I genuinely believe in - you decide which):

- the opening is crowley and aziraphale walking on opposite ends, but meeting in the middle

- crowley is hanging around Maggie and Nina's shops

- he's trying to act "more demonic", but it's all the simplest pathetic things like stealing dog bones from dogs and gluing a shitload of coins on the ground

- Crowley however just keeps staring longingly at the bookshop. Muriel is fully aware of this and is like "it must be a demon thing"

- reunion at the end of ep1

- it's cause aziraphale found out what the Second Coming is, which

- I think a woman has become pregnant and they have to find her

- the Them come back, all grown up

- Warlock also is here, but she's now trans and calls herself Ash because of her favorite nanny

- Muriel gets roped into it, maybe feeling like they need to repair the husband's relationship

- new character!!!! Lilith, cause I really wanna see her and I think it would fit the world. In my oc, she's a human turned demon, so she has the senses and the animal characteristics but no miracles (that she knows of)

- either way, Muriel is gonna get a friend/maybe love interest

- Gabriel and Beelzebub also get roped into it, finding a place on Alpha Centauri and they are super annoyed

- But they end up both being apologetic to the angel and demon respectively and want to help

- Also Gabriel remembers his time as Jim and tells Crowley he remembers his threat. Crowley is a little like "yeah whattup" but Gabe's like "no I mean that's pretty protective, it shows you love him"

- Maggie and Nina come back, so now you got the team. They are just REALLY trying to get Crowley to leave them alone and to stop scaring off their customers

- the very first thing that happens when Crowley and Aziraphale meet each other is aziraphale does a hurried Apology Dance to try to get to explaining what the Second Coming is

- but Crowley refuses to work with him or refuses to open himself up or something like that

- some max angst where they finally Talk in a convo to each other but it's all painful

- canon Crowley doesn't remember much of Heaven and Aziraphale remembers him Before but Crowley doesn't, and

- Aziraphale admits he feels guilty for Crowley falling

- they gotta dance. Dunno how, but they're dancing now

- they're gonna be caught under the rain. Dunno how, but they're in an awing or however it's spelled now

- Aziraphale pulls down Crowley's glasses

- he says "please forgive me" to Crowley

- and Crowley's like "I forgive you" in a reeeeally sarcastic but playful tone

- Metatron and Shax (with Furfur as second in command) are the Big Bad. Michael, Uriel and Saraqael are antags, but maybe become sympathetic near the end. Same with demons like Hastur maybe

- the Book of Life is gonna try to be used, babyyyyy

- and I think that Miracle Blocker card will come back too. Either as a plot twist used by the antags as a All Is Lost Blake Snyder beat, or Crowley or Aziraphale use it in the dramatic climax

- but yeah, you got this team now working together to stop the Second Coming

- I have nothing for this, so maybe she has the baby and raises it normally or gets an abortion lmao

- and it's gonna be something like Crowley getting kidnapped by Heaven I reckon

- we see Aziraphale be ANGRY angry, barging into Heaven demanding for his Crowley

- just as Crowleys name is being crossed out in the Book, Aziraphale finds him and saves him (with a kiss or smth lmao), and their miracles work together to create one so powerful it fixes Crowley's name in the Book of Life

- it doesn't have to be the Book - I just really want true love bringing a person back from being destroyed or something, man

- and on that note, I think Aziraphale will do One Big Sacrifice to parallel all the little ones Crowley does for him. And it's going to be for Crowley, like saving his life or something

- I think it's gonna be a big thing though, like maybe Aziraphale keeping his powers but no longer being considered an angel. OR he gives up all his powers but is still immortal. OR he just becomes human, but something big

- (but I don't think Falling big, cause it's a nice way to show that despite him no longer being for Heaven and giving it up entirely, he still has the spirit and virtue of an angel)

- and whatever Aziraphale becomes, Crowley will follow, and then off to the South Downs cottage

- also God comes in, as a human body or something. But either way, She narrates the last part of the series cause now "the story is going exactly how it should"

- a whole fucking chorus of Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square

[nerdyenby]

DRS2 reactions (spoilers)

Ep 1

Ras at the shadow dojo???????? Who woulda thunk

New intro?!?!!!?!! Idk why I wasn’t expecting that, actually

The public including Pix with the missing ninja my beloved

Gosh, big Riyu will take some getting used to

Wait… is that a curious george reference??

I don’t know if I’ve heard someone outright say something isn’t good for their friend’s mental health in a cartoon before, it’s really refreshing

Casual Frohicky and Sora/Arin interactions my beloved <3

Omg Kai explaining Shang to Zane is such season one vibes

Lloyd having open and honest conversations with his students about both his and their wellbeing is so important to me

Ok, hear me out: au where baby Wu didn’t age back at an enhanced rate and gets lost at somepoint and Arin is teenage Wu

Dang it, Cinder’s kinda funny

Ep 2

I legit started happy stimming so hard at that opening shot, I’m really invested in Euphrasia’s story already and nothing’s even happened yet lol

Percival out here making the gen z solarpunk dream a reality!!!!

Lloyd calling it what it is — a panic attack — soothes something in me

Sora did really bad graffiti of cats when she was young, that’s adorable and kinda tells you everything you need to know about her

MY GIRL!!!!!!!

Euphrasia using a cane!!!! Hell yeah mobility aids!!!! (Even though it’ll probably be gone in two episodes lol)

I kid you not, I was 100% expecting Suetonius to say “resurrect… the Great Devourer” lmao

I love that the gang is (mostly) all together, but it’s a bit too many characters for a conversation, I get why they like to split them into groups

Nya grounding Lloyd :(( /pos

Kai boasting about a fight that he won a decade ago when Cinder probably doesn’t even know Ash is endlessly amusing to me

Ras is so dramatic I can’t really take him seriously

Damn, they’re letting characters get hurt, it’s kinda refreshing but it’s scary

Ep 3

Wait I didn’t see Euphrasia get captured :((

WHAT THE HELL?!???? /vpos

Strength, motion, energy, and life?!??!!??

AYOOOOOO?!?!????

Kai comforting Wyldfyre <333

We know this takes place after the mech shorts, so why hasn’t anyone mentioned Cole? He was also seen in public, so why did that conspiracy guy say he’s still missing?

Why do they keep leaving Zane behind?? He’s in his housewife era fr

Kai making sure Wyldfyre’s taken care of :((

This show is so unserious, I love it

I wasn’t feeling people calling Kai Wyldfyre’s dad after season one but…

No… Sora took Arin’s thing from him… she didn’t mean to, but he feels like he’s not special anymore :(

I’m going to pretend that was a believable amount of parts to make a mech that big

Kai getting moments with Arin and Sora my beloved

Kai’s “hey kid, nice of you to drop by” is giving the same energy as when Lloyd and Arin first met during the merge

THE WALLS ARE MOVING, REPEAT: THE WALLS ARE MOVING

These nightmare sequences are going so hard

Nya being the first one to realize it isn’t real when her nightmare is reality, I’m screaming

Riyu comforting Wyldfyre <333

Nya best sister award when

Ep 4

My boys!!!!!

THE found family of all time

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY CHILDREN I WILL RIOT

Seeing Kai and Nya fight so smoothly together is so special after how much they and Lloyd were tripping over each other when they first reunited

Basketball?!??!!??!!!

Autistic Arin real and true

I love Bonzle so much

Geo is such a lil bastard actually /pos, makes more sense why he and Cole are a thing, knowing Cole’s taste in men

COLE!!!!!!

Cole will never stop being overpowered, it seems, he deserves it tbh

Censorship pog /hj

“Not funny, Wyldfyre” “Not joking, Sora” the sheer cousin vibes in this interaction are too much to handle

Lloyd PLEASE just mention being 1/4 dragon, it will almost certainly get Egalt on board, I am begging

Glacier reunion!!!!!!!

Ep 5

I wanted a more emotional reunion, but they’ve probably seen each other off screen (or I’m just forgetting a scene from the shorts)

Zane, why are you still carrying that doll like it’s your child??

Bonzle my beloved, she’s says that so deadpan I don’t actually have any questions

Wyldfyre my beloved

I would die for Bonzle

Cole and Geo holding hands 😭😭😭😭😭

Is Egalt the motion source dragon?? Probably not tbh but I’d believe it

Man’s spitting facts, flatearthers are going to lose their shit

“Little fire man” IM DYING OH MY GOD

Wait when does this take place? My first instinct is while the ninja were in the Never Realm but idk if we’ll actually find out

“Friends can become like family?” “Definitely” IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR

Letting Arin be angry is so important

Cole shutting down Bonzle’s suicidal thoughts without hesitation “no, you are loved and needed. We will find a way to protect you” <333

The physical affection in DR is so dear to me

Human sacrifices???? In MY lego show?????

Ep 6

Wyldfyre struggling with her body’s limits is really relatable as a young disabled person

FOREHEAD TOUCH :((

Plot twist: where the other ninja are right now is Mysterium and they have that tua meme of two cars passing each other moment

Damn, that exchange hit hard as a former gifted kid. Sometimes having someone believe in you hurts. You’re not just letting yourself down, but them, too

Nya just fucking bodyslamming Kai, Egalt didn’t know what he was getting into pitting the world’s most competitive siblings against each other

“The Finders are like my family” *looks at Zane* “My other family” screaming, crying, sobbing on the floor

Oh no

Wait yeah, why are they thirsty if Zane can just make ice for them to chew on? At least Cole and Jiro, idk if Bonzle needs water

The nonbinary pirate!!!

Cole CANNOT escape the performing arts fr fr

Ep 7

Bonzle is giving transgender

That is the most Jay and Cole thing I’ve ever heard it, it’s so in character it almost feels out of character

Arin and Sora going through the exact same thing and trying and failing to not take it out on each other :( it’s ok tho, the real ones are the ones you can be snippy with and love regardless

Wyldfyre referring to the ninja as “Kai’s friends” honey, they’re your friends too, I promise

Anyone who calls Wyldfyre dumb can fuck off, she’s so perceptive and intelligent and is really good at connecting others when she truly wants to

Bonzle’s mom <33333

Bonzle’s smile when her mom compliments her name <3333

Who you calling stolen equipment bitch?????

Lil Kai and Nya!!!!!!

Nya’s so proud of him!!!!! I could cry

Kai being the first to achieve it because fire is an element under motion’s domain methinks

Oh you bigoted son of a bitch

Zane why are you considering it????? Honey

What the fuck did you do to Jiro??!?!!!

JAY?!?!!???

Ep 8

NOOOO 😭😭😭

There’s literally a nindroid agent right there????

The og musical cue playing when Jay comes back <3

Jay on his Euphrasia arc, this is highkey breaking my heart though

I’m counting this as a fakeout death and you can’t stop me

Are you kidding me???!!!? How many times is Jay going to be one room away from the ninja

Lloyd SHUT UP /aff

“And cursed!!” She says cheerfully, this lady is an icon

The subtitles keep calling Cole Kai, what is this, season one??

Ep 9

Aww, baby Ras (trying desperately to not care about him)

Oh ok, he’s making my job easier

Poor Wyldfyre :(

I love this trio so much, their banter is so good

Lloyd honey, fighting it is making it worse

Nya holding him through his panic attack :((

I was expecting Cole to deny that it was him, the earth is going through it

The disco toaster!!!!!

Heck yeah Riyu!!!

I love them so much it’s not even funny

“What’s your elemental power, imperviousness to sarcasm?” She just called him autistic in 13 languages (I’m autistic, dw guys)

“First time driving?” “Believe it or not, no” Bonzle and Arin my beloved

I’m a touch disappointed Wyldfyre’s perfectly fine now as someone with chronic pain, but I’m glad it was handled as well as it was and it’s a really important lesson for younger audiences that pushing your body while it’s in pain only makes it worse

The silent exchange of Cole suggesting Zane takes the parrot potion is endlessly funny but also sad considering it’s probably the closest well get to talking about the Falcon

Cole turning into a puppy who cheered?!???

“At least you’re adorable” “I’m always adorable” get a room /aff

Tournament of elements flashbacks

The workplace gossip omg, Cinder really out here beefing with a 16 year old

Don’t you even fucking dare

MY BABIESSSSSS

Ep 10

Arin mistaking Lloyd and Nya for his parents hurts :(

Oh no… I mean, it was obviously coming but it’s still very bad

WYLDFYRE POPPING OFF!!!!! THIS GIRL NEEDED HER ENRICHMENT

Let Euphrasia do stuff 2024

Wyldfyre jumping in front of Kai and protecting him

The basketball practice coming in handy lol

The fight cinematography in DR is fucking superb

KAI D: (he’ll be fine, I believe)

Nya!!!!!

BONZLE MVP!!!!

I was prepared for Rontu and Egalt to stay dead, the breath I let out when the stone cracked was unparalleled

Are we legit not getting Kai back????

Cole and Lloyd hug!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Oh no… that lie is going to hurt when it comes out

Kai and Bonzle!!!!

Not like Master Wu says, like Lloyd says ;-; /pos

[zadien]

Writer ask game : 3, 4, 12, 18, 22 :)

I just realised I hadn't answered this and I have some time this evening while my parents are out at my aunt's wake.

3. how you feel about your current WIP

Right now I'm hitting a wall with it so I'm not loving it BUT I love the idea of TIOT. I know it's not something that will appeal to most: it's too slow paced, it's too character centric, there's not a lot of romance so far, but it's something I want to read. I love sports fics, I love exploring all the intricacies of a sport and the team dyanmics and I always like to explore the friendships around the main couple too. So this feeds that need for me.

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

I have two major ones: There's one where Lucy dies on DOD and so Tim goes to North Hollywood and then he dies and as he's dying, Captain Andersen comes to him and offers him the choice - move on to the next place, go back to his friends and family. And then he sees Lucy, completely ignores Andersen's choice and follows her and gets embroiled in a war between good and evil. The other idea is that Lucy, thinking she's on the verge of having that perfect life with Tim where they have kids etc, looks into her biological father's family and ends up finding her maternal grandmother in Ireland and so she goes to visit. Tim freaks out because Lucy has disappeared and no one will tell him where she is, so he eventually tracks her down to Ireland. And this fic is really just for me to set something on the rugged hills and coast of Ireland, where everything is moody and grey and Lucy and Tim hash things out with all the wildness around them.

12. a trope you’re really into right now

Ooh, I don't really know, I guess mutual pining? They're both oblivious idiots? Yeah that's probably what I'm most into writing at the moment. How much of a couple can they be without actually dating. That's always fun for me. 18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

When 'Wilful ignorance served with a handful of churros' was supposed to be 'Obstinacy served with a three course meal', Lucy and Tim had this conversation. It's not massively different from what they do talk about but it's a little more stilted because they're in a restaurant, and not the shop so Tim's more guarded:

“Oh? So you’re telling me you talk about kids with all your potential dates?” “When it starts getting serious I do. When it comes to that kind of thing, you need to be on the same page as soon as possible. It’s important. I’m sorry that Ashely doesn’t want kids, you and her would have cute babies but I’m glad you both had that talk now. It would be much worse down the line.” Just because her words echoed his line of thought and were completely rational didn’t mean he appreciated them. Would a little sympathy kill her? Could she put her degree away for five minutes and just be his friend? Could he have one friend who didn’t lambast him? Pettily, he folded his arms and shot back, “Did you and Chris have that talk?” “Chris and I aren’t dating and actually yes, we did. That’s where the five year plan came up. He wants to be settled in his job and reach partner before he has kids. It’s smart. Being financially stable is a good thing when bringing kids into the world. We’ve seen what happens when people aren’t.” “And you’re willing to wait five years?” She cut him a dry look then shook her head. “No, not just because Chris and I aren’t dating, but because you’re right. If I meet the right person tomorrow, I don’t want to wait. Yes, I want to be financially secure but not enough to plan my life out into blocks.” “Who’s the right person?” A startled look and then Lucy pursed her lips, distracting him for a moment. He looked away, considering pulling the question back but he was curious. He’d been hellbent on Lucy finding the right person, and both Ashley and Angela had asked him who he thought would suit her. He was curious what she wanted.

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

Yes, all the time. I never feel like I'm contributing anything good to the fandom, that I'm annoying people with my writing constantly. Even posting on Tumblr I feel like I'm forcing people to see something they don't want to see, but I've always felt that way.

I never feel my writing is good enough, but I also know that I give everyone else more grace than I give myself. Like a story, even a published story or a TV show can have plot holes and I'll shrug it off, but then be brutally hard on myself when I'm just creating fun stories with my favourite characters for myself and sharing them with others.

So I have to regularly tell myself to get over it and just keep going, to remind myself that these fics are for future me. And that if I don't post them I'll peck at them continuously and never move on to write something else.

It doesn't always work, I do get in my own head, but I also know I'm not alone in feeling that way. I can't give others pep talks if I'm not willing to take my own advice.

[redrikki]

Teen Wolf Rewatch - Season 2 Recap

In season 1, Scott was a trauma survivor turned reluctant hero. In season 2, has embraced the role of savior. He's out to save every supernatural person (or suspected supernatural person) from hunters, each other, and themselves. While Derek and the hunters might prefer to eliminate threats, Scott errs (if you can call it that) on the side of compassion. He was once the victim of a violent and overbearing alpha who dragged him into a war he didn't want to join and now he wants to spare Derek's betas from that. He too was once out of control and only pulled back from the brink by human connection and now he wants do something similar for Jackson. Yes, his attempts to save Jackson consistently end in failure and dead bodies, but points for effort. It is love that eventually saves him in the end, even if it wasn't Scott doing the saving.

Love and human connection being the thing that saves us is one of the key themes hammered home in this season. Conversely, it's flip side, poor communication kills, is also a big one. Jackson could have possibly been stopped/saved earlier if literally anyone had taken the time to tell Lydia what the hell was going on. She, in turn, might have ended up in a better emotional place and possibly not resurrected Peter. In season 1, every time anything happened to him, Scott would immediately tell Stiles, but this season Scott is cutting himself off. We don't get a scene of him telling his BFF about Gerard's threats and when Allison repeatedly asks Scott if something happened with Gerard, he refuses to tell. Why? To protect her? Chris said that the price of knowledge is responsibility. Well, the cost of ignorance is vulnerability. Not knowing the truth leaves Lydia vulnerable to Peter and Allison vulnerable to Gerard (and Melissa and Stiles vulnerable to Gerard in a different kind of way).

Another big theme this season is monster is as monster does (and it's flip side, hero is as hero does). Matt and Gerard decide to do monstrous things and are literally transformed into monsters as a result. Meanwhile, people like Isaac (and Erica and Boyd to a lesser extent) who chose to become "monsters," make the decision to act as heroes. Allison, who thinks of herself as a hero, embraces her worst self in the name of family even as her father decides to reject his worst self for the same reason. Stiles, who has been feeling helpless in the repeated face of failure and trauma, decides in the end to get back up and help.

I'm planning on writing a more in-depth analysis of Scott's master plan from an in-universe perspective, so right now I'm just going to focus on the mechanics of it. In season 1, the show blended coming of age/horror/mystery/romance fairly well. This season, they tried to add a bit of heist to the mix with the reveal of Scott's plan and it didn't quite work. The writers set a bunch of things up like Gerard's pill-popping, people (Erica) wanting the Bite for health reasons, Bite rejection kills, mountain ash does stuff to supernaturals, cancer has a smell, pill swap, etc., but the pacing was off. Cancer having a smell should have been introduced way sooner and it should have been Scott noticing, not Isaac. We should have had a clearer understanding of what mountain ash is capable of and maybe a few conversations hinting that there was a plan (even if we didn't get the details) so it felt a little less out of left field. Even something just as simple was Scott telling Stiles about Gerard's threats and Stiles asking what he was going to do with Scott making a thinking face would have been enough.

Trust, or the lack there of, is a big theme this season. I guess we viewers were supposed to trust that Scott had it handled, even without hints that he had something even vaguely resembling a plan. Certainly everyone in universe was supposed to trust that Scott did. Yeah, he's keeping secrets from his friends and "allies," but he's doing what he believes is right! Allison's main sin isn't that she went off the rails with grief, it's that she decided to place her faith in her family to stop Jackson after Scott consistently failed to do so and didn't share some pretty important information. Personally, I think Allison was right to break up with Scott. Not only does she need to space to get her head on straight, it's clear neither of them really trusted the other enough for things to work.

Anyway, season 2 was pretty rough on Scott. He lost all the modest gains he'd gotten in season 1 like first line, popularity, and a girlfriend. He also lost the fairly wholesome relationship he'd once had with his mother. The timeline is a little confusing, but she seems to be avoiding him for several days after what happens at the sheriff's station. Yeah, she comes back around and works to help him, but that has to be heartbreaking to realize your mother's love is conditional so soon after your father bailed too. At least he still has Stiles, even if they are starting to drift apart.

[spongebobafettywap]

Ya, Kurt’s writing is a bit spotty. I actually liked the Uncanny Spider-Man issues. Not X-men Blue: Origins tho, when they retcon his birth to be from Destiny and Mystique for some reason. Like seriously it’s such a plot hole mess. Kurt ain’t perfect (who is?), and I can see Kurt avoiding his responsibilities and problems by distracting himself with smaller things, he even did this in Excalibur decades ago when he nearly got himself killed training to much and neglecting his friends, especially Kitty Pryde, because he blamed himself for the deaths of many X-men (who weren’t actually dead but he didn’t know that). Though here he was admittedly a bit too neglectful and negligent, as the anonymous person said before. I’m not that keen on the events surrounding the comic, because frankly they are not fun to read, but based on what the guy said I don’t doubt this issue is a bit out-of-place in terms of overall comic continuity. However, I can ignore that because again, mostly none of everything else is not fun to read anyways.

IMO, Uncanny Spider-Man is an 8/10 read, I enjoyed it and had fun. I mostly enjoyed reading Kurt, apart from the aforementioned issues I and others have, and he had some cool and interesting moments. I like the parallels between Kurt as a person and Spider-Man tropes, and it had beautiful art.

Unfortunately, most other recent Nightcrawler stuff isn’t the best. I remember in Fall of the House of X comic when Kurt joyfully and remorselessly kills two goons and I just had to stop and say “wtf?” Sure, they’re racist bad guys, but Kurt values life so much and there was so many non-lethal options. Even if he did have to kill I simply cannot imagine him doing with a smile on his face. Kinda sucks that I’m new to comics and the recent Fall of X Krakoa era comics are mostly not good, and not just stuff with Nightcrawler. Hopefully this new From the Ashes era will be better 🤞. Thanks for taking the time to listen to my rambling thoughts lol 🙂

See it just seems like if I was still reading these comics I would just get annoyed. It seems pointless to keep engaging with the X-men comics.

I'll agree with you to some degree that Kurt would like to distract himself with smaller things and I'm not opposed to Kurt temporarily being a Spider-Man which I still can't believe an idea I came up with like 10 years ago is now a canon Marvel thing that happened...

However I always saw Kurt as the type to never really buck away from a challenge or a great threat so even that isn't something I can see happening when he's supposed to be some type of leader. I feel like this Spider-Man story would have made more sense in the time period slightly after 2015 or so.

Wow so now Nightcrawler isn't even against killing? the major think about Kurt Darkholme was that he was Kurt without the same morality and was super kill happy if the person was a vile piece of shit. One major reason being because Kurt Wagner was religious whilst Darkholme was not but now Kurt is some religious leader who yeah he's part of a cult but if he's now in this position again why is he also killing? Not that I have sympathy for the victims its just there was a whole alternate timeline showing that Kurt killing is a serious sign of him not being the same one that we know.

[godtier]

"op sec (operational security) is something i'm extremely passionate about. if anyone wants a full-ass post about that, i'm more than happy to throw one together."

yeah please

(only took me 3 minutes to read u actually bc i'm a quick reader and yet i took my time)

dank, this is what i like to hear! (also it's good that you were able to handle the tl;dr bc this post will probs be a lil tl;dr too lol)

i'll try to go over this point by point.

#1: don't use the same usernames on every single platform.

this is one of great contention nowadays because people like to have "brand recognition" of sorts. they like to be discoverable. they like their friends (and in some cases, fans) be able to find their posts across multiple platforms. this is all well and good if you are cultivating a specific type of experience. for example, if you're a content creator, it makes total sense.

most people online are not content creators, though. if you have no desire to be a content creator, try segmenting your experiences. that is to say, have ONE account with a username for your personal/IRL posts, and ONE account for your fandom shitposts. make them completely different. don't use the same user icon or whatever. don't use any PII (personal identifying information) on your fandom shitpost account.

even IF you would like to be a content creator, i would still suggest segmenting your experiences. if you manage to strike it big in a content creation space, think of this: eventually, you'll get crazy stalker fans. you may get people in your DMs asking invasive shit. prevent this from happening: have a contingency plan in place. this means, again, having SEPARATE usernames for your different purposes. is this annoying? sure. but it keeps you safe.

to illustrate what i mean, let's say you do want to be a content creator. your creator name is "mcguffinthecreator" (that's what it is now, you have to use this, it's the rules). you can have your content creator twitter, tumblr, facebook, insta, tiktok, whatever else have the username "mcguffinthecreator" for brand recognition purposes. for your personal shit, make up something totally different for each one that cannot be connected back to the mcguffin personality OR to each other. "anonsworld" for one. "ilikepencils" for another. so on and so forth.

#2: don't reuse passwords

this is a basic one you may have heard and most people shrug it off because it gets difficult to remember multiple passwords when every fuCKIN WEBSITE these days bullies you into creating an account.

but you don't have to.

use firefox and it'll generate passwords for you and save them to the browser. and if you ever need to copy and paste the passwords into another browser for whatever reason, you can do that by going to about:logins in the browser bar on firefox. and, if you make a firefox account (yeah i know aNOTHER ACCOUNT), any instance of firefox that you log into will port those passwords over, even on mobile devices. this is also a function on edge and chrome, but i highly recommend firefox over those two browsers for security reasons.

#3: don't use your real name on any account that you want to do fandom bullshit in

(or really in general, but i know that's not gonna happen for most people)

if you really wanna be low-key, don't give your real name to anyone online that you don't know IRL. yes, it is 100% possible to make real, genuine friendships with people online. i've known @sapphire-weapon for like, 15+ years and we've yet to meet in-person. i know her real name, she knows mine. but we never use them, anyway. we're just "ash n sirea" in any online shit we get up to, and it'll stay that way forever.

that might sound strange to a lot of people, but it protects both of us to do that. if we just started using each other's real names in tumblr posts, for example, that opens us both up to weirdos tryna find us. it sounds paranoid and it probably is, but we both grew up during a time when the internet was just getting big. both of us remember a time before having a personal computer in the house or everyone having internet at home or everyone having a cellphone. and we were both taught to never give out your real name to anyone online, ever.

this protects us from shit like... yknow... people calling our places of employment to tell our bosses that we're horrible people, actually. which is a thing that people do like it's normal nowadays since it's so fuckin easy to find information on more normal people. you say one wrong thing and it's easy for someone who's got a chafed enough bhole to find your deets and start harassing you IRL. keeping your PII close to the chest is the smart thing to do if you plan on getting involved in any online discussions these days.

#4: don't post any identifying pics on your fandom bullshit accounts

this means selfies, pics of your house, pics of places around your house, so on and so forth. again, this sounds restrictive, but it's extremely easy to find where people live that way AND it opens you up to AI photo manip bullshit. if you must post a pic, be sure to strip its EXIF data before posting it. you can find steps on how to do that here. and just... don't post selfies publicly. at all. even if you strip the EXIF data before posting, that doesn't prevent people from taking your selfie and running it through either a photoshop manip or an AI tool. share selfies only with people you absolutely, 100% trust. this means locking down instagram accounts where you want to post selfies, for example. this goes back to having multiple accounts for different purposes.

#5: inform your friends that, if they know your fandom bs accounts, to NOT tag you in posts that they think you would like

this is a huge hole that people often overlook. let's say you have some IRL friends that are also into fandom. let's say you've been doing your due diligence and keeping your experiences segmented. you've got different usernames, don't use your IRL info on the fandom account, you're all good.

you share these accounts with your IRL fandom friends because maybe you post insightful stuff, funny fandom memes, or maybe you're an artist. you figure "they're my friends, they're not gonna purposefully expose me."

problem is, a lot of people these days don't really "get" the concept of keeping your info on lock online. you can't assume that they'll look at a situation the same way you do.

so let's say your friend finds a funny meme for the fandom you're in. they know you have a personal account and a fandom account. they figure "well, i'll tag the fandom account because this is fandom-related." so they do.

here's the problem: let's say you've pissed off someone who's hate-following you. they see someone's tagged you on a post. maybe the friend even uses your real name rather than your handle because why would they use your handle? they know you IRL. to the friend, it's harmless and makes sense to use the name they've always known you by.

but to the hate-follower, they've just been handed a juicy dish on a silver platter. now they can use a few tricks to find your actual personal account. for the sake of clarity, let's use twitter as an example. let's also assume that on your IRL account, you're using your real name. and let's ALSO assume that your friend doesn't lock down their account because most people really don't.

they go to the friend's account who tagged you.

they look in their following list.

they look for your name.

they find the account.

they see your personal deets just sittin there, ripe for the picking.

they can now harass you and stalk you with more precision than if they just had your fandom account handle.

for that reason, you have to make a call here. do you share your fandom account with your IRL friends that you trust to not fuck you over on purpose? or do you keep that private from even them to protect yourself from unintentional exposure? depending on your friend group, some may be more diligent than others when it come to keeping your accounts properly segmented. you can tell your friends that have the account to never tag you in anything and to just private message it to you. that's one option. the other is to just never reveal that you have a fandom account and interact with fandom on a very, VERY surface level degree on your IRL account. the last is to just never post anything on your personal IRL account and/or lock it to friends only.

#5: "commit to the bit." don't break "character" if you meet someone in fandom who seems really cool

now, i say "character" as if you'd be acting differently, but what i really mean is your handle and username set-up for your fandom bs account. if you meet someone really cool, don't get starstruck and answer any question they pose to you like "what area are you in?" or "is [handle] your actual name?" because these are dangerous questions to answer when you don't know what the intent is. again, it sounds paranoid, but assume everyone you meet online could potentially fuck you over in the end. it took me a very long time to tell my closest online friends my actual name and location. i've met some of them IRL and i've sent letters/packages to others. it's not unheard of, but it's not something i do lightly. if you are REALLY keen on becoming pen pals with someone, set up a PO box.

this also protects you from common scams like pig butchering or revenge porn. online dating is more ubiquitous than ever and who wouldn't want a bf or gf who's into fandom like you are? problem is that you can open yourself up to trouble if you meet someone who's really really interested in your personal life when you're on your fandom bs account. don't give up your IRL account for anyone who asks, just because you're into them, romantically or otherwise. most people who are looking to scam or troll don't tend to pull a long game. this means being pals with someone for an extended period of time before opening up any further.

#6: don't give away personal troubles to anyone in fandom

this means shit beyond like "my mom is being an asshole" and going into providing detailed backgrounds on your tumultuous family relations. this gives people ammunition. if you're in DM with someone and it comes up in conversation, don't go into detail. treat it like a work relationship: coworkers don't need to know your personal life and neither do fandom friends.

and that's what i got for now. there's a lot to go into regarding PII opsec. there's a subreddit called /r/privacy that i'd recommend perusing for more ideas on how to protect yourself online. they tend to go into things like online tracking, advertising, VPNs, and so on, but they also have discussions about just keeping yourself as anonymous as possible online in relation to your IRL self.

i hope this helps! feel free to share it to any of your pals if you like and if you have more questions, just let me know!