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coldalbion · 4 years

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THINGS WOT I HAVE LEARNT AFTER BEING VIRTUALLY HOUSEBOUND FOR 3 YEARS THAT MAY BE HELPFUL TO THOSE IN SELF ISOLATION AND/OR LOCKDOWN DURING THE CORONAVIRUS PANDEMIC

(Background: I have a lifelong disability and am a wheelchair user. After surgery I’ve basically been stuck living and sleeping in one room for three years. These are things I have learnt which may help, though with the caveat that everyone is different, and baseline mental health varies.)

1. YOUR MENTAL HEALTH WILL PROBABLY SUFFER - and although humans are social creatures, even the most introverted will chafe against boundaries enforced upon them by circumstance. The degree to which it suffers will be related to your mental health baseline and physical health. Understand that this IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Stimuli and enrichment methods are required. It’s why animals need such things in zoos and conservation parks. This leads us on to my next point.

2. COMPREHEND WHICH ACTIVITIES ARE ACTIVE AND PASSIVE FOR YOU Spending your confinement solely doing passive things (watching TV, Netflix, browsing the internet, scrolling through the internet) will take a load off your brain and make the time pass quicker. But if that’s all you do, the sense of disconnection increases over time. Activities which require you to *do* something, even if it’s just engaging your motor skills via video games, or lifting some cans of beans, or actively reading - these deliberate acts foster a tiny sense of achievement which gives your brain a dose of helpful chemicals. If you want to consider your activities, look up the work of Marshall McLuhan as regards “hot media” and “cold media” (See https://mediawiki.middlebury.edu/MIDD…/Hot_versus_cool_media for basic premise.) Balancing out your media intake with hot and cold activities keeps your brain active and pumping tasty neurotransmitters.

3. LIMIT YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA USAGE TO SOCIAL PURPOSES. Infinite scrolling as found on many social media platforms is a hot medium, as per McLuhan. The reason Likes exist is to give that little spike of interactivity. It’s not a conspiracy to say many platforms are designed to keep you on them so they can show you more ads. (See also https://www.theguardian.com/…/has-dopamine-got-us-hooked-on… which explains the brain chemistry angle) However, DM’s and other messaging faculties are supremely useful. Use them to interact with your friends, indulge your fandom theories. Person to person interaction requires and enhances deep-seated neurological and biophysical reflexes. Text your mates. Skype/Facetime or otherwise call them. Use the technology of the 21st century for genuine social ends, deliberately. Catch up with their lives one to one or in groupchats.

4. PICK TIMES TO CHECK THE NEWS AND STICK TO THEM. This relates to point 3 - unfortunately we live in a 24hr news cycle, with constant liveblogging of important issues. This means that we’re constantly streaming anxiety inducing situations into our brains JUST IN CASE. That’s not helpful, particularly when you can’t actually DO anything about those events - the urge to DO something is why people are panic-buying. It’s a very basic primordial need to grab resources for defence. By picking times of the day to check news, you are again, making a DELIBERATE CHOICE, enacting some small level of agency, while at the same time limiting anxiety-inducing stimuli. If the news gets too much, then don’t check it as much - or at all - and do something else.

5. IF YOU DO THINGS WITH FRIENDS, SEE IF YOU CAN DO THEM ONLINE. Run that game of DnD/Other TTRPG you’ve been meaning to. Hold your book club online. Have a few drinks online over voice-chat if you are missing the pub. Hold watch parties for your favourite shows. The key, as ever, is to be engaged rather than passive. It’s harder if you’re ill, yes, but it can be done.

6. USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO CREATE THINGS. Write that fanfic. Start that novel. Design that game. Doodle. Paint. Humans have been creating since the day we became human. Consider things from the perspective of a pre-modern person. Make handprints on your own personal cave wall - contact each other and tell spooky stories. Build a complex fantasy world. Write an account of your confinement for some person to find pieces of years after you’re gone from the world. Think about a problem, and learn how to solve it via taking online classes (See http://www.openculture.com/freeonlinecourses) Write an essay on your chosen passion or hyperfixation - nobody needs to read it but you. Treat yourself to intellectual stimulation, if that’s your thing.

7. IF YOU HAVE A SPIRITUAL. RITUAL, OR MEDITATIVE PRACTICE DO IT. It doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect, or limited in scope. This also includes atheists and those who despise woo - you have personal rituals, things you do that have Meaning to you as a person. Maybe it;s alphabetizing your music collection, or spring cleaning or cooking your favourite meal like grandma used to make. Humans have patterns they perform. When you perform them DELIBERATIVELY (or dare I say MINDFULLY) you become aware that these are the scaffolds that structure human life.

8. STRUCTURE YOUR TIME. Following on from 7, we often don’t realise the structure of our lives until it is disrupted. When that’s removed, our minds can go into freefall. If you’re isolated/in lockdown, oftentimes you won’t be able to access those structures. Rather than wait for them to to become accessible again and risk a period of feeling lost and directionless, which can enhance depression and anxiety, it’s best to develop a new structure based on the resources you have. It can be as loose or as strict as you like, but sticking to it allows us to develop a rhythm which makes time pass in recognisable fashion and gives us a sense of being-in-the-world as some sort of engaged process.

9. KEEP YOUR SLEEP PATTERN REGULAR AND LONG ENOUGH. The key here is REGULAR. Following on from 8, it’s important to keep your body well rested, as this aids your immune system and cuts down on the possibility of your body having to deal with stress . If you’re ill it’s harder to keep this regular, because sometimes your body just needs sleep to regenerate NOW. Equally in isolation, particularly if you’re feeling mentally low, it can be tempting to sleep forever, because y’know, you’re feeling low and what’s the point. (Of course the point is why we have 8 in particular, along with all the rest.)

OBVIOUSLY EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT. Particularly for those with disabilities or chronic illnesses, we may be even more limited in our activities while isolated than able bodied folks. That said, the key is to remember that certainly during this pandemic, and otherwise YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE FEELING THIS WAY. Rubbish as it may be, many are in the same boat. If it pleases you to, seek them out - see what commonalities you have, what hopes and dreams and fascinations you may share. FIND THE OTHERS - it’s what humans have always done.

Be well.

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years

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I've just discovered your blog and it's such a gem...! If it's ok, can I request a nsfw alphabet for Bardock, please?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bardock is very touchy and needy after sex. He wants to lay there with you while caressing your body and praising you for taking his cock so well. He loves to cuddle with you and just breathe in your scent. He also loves taking a shower with you and washing you. Anything to touch you and relish in the feeling of having you near him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is a hard one. He’d have to say his brain. While he’s very muscular and strong, Bardock loves the fact that he’s got smarts to go along with it. He’s not just some brainless soldier. He’s able to make up his own plans and they are well executed.

On his partner, he hates to admit it but he loves your pussy. He loves the way it feels, so tight and warm around him. How wet he can get you. How you smell and taste amazing. It’s intoxicating to him and he can’t get enough.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All Saiyans have a breeding kink, but Bardock definitely has a daddy kink along with his. He wants to treat you like his princess, but he’s also going to cum deep inside of you over and over again. Bardock has lots of cum in his heavy balls, so he needs you to help him relieve that.

For you, he will edge you for hours. He loves watching you plead and whine about it. He gives in after a while and Bardock will have you absolutely gushing all over him. It’s his favorite way to make you cum after all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bardock only has one dirty secret and it’s that he used to watch you shower in the locker rooms before you were together. He’d look at your gorgeous body and just think to himself how badly he wanted to touch you and fuck you. As soon as you found out what he was doing, he was very apologetic.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few hookups, so he does know what he’s doing. He loves to try new things with you and watch you as you react to his new techniques. Bardock learns fast and he uses his mastery of his movements to your advantage. You are never left unsatisfied with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s actually quite romantic, so his favorite position is actually any form of missionary. He loves the intimacy it gives him as he plunges into you over and over again. The look in your eyes as he fucks you so sensually. Bardock loves everything about that. He loves the ability to kiss you whenever he wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can crack a sexy joke from time to time, but he’s mostly serious when you have sex. He loves to be very loving and sweet with you, so it’s no surprise that he won’t be super goofy in the bedroom. If something awkward happens though, he will laugh and break the ice so you won’t feel bad about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well, he’s got a little bit of fine hair on his lower abdomen leading down to his genitals. It’s dark and coarse and he likes to keep it cleaned up and shaved if he can. Sometimes when he’s off on distant planets for weeks at a time, it can get a little crazy down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bardock is romantic and loving. He can get rough sometimes, but he’s always going to make sure you have a good time during sex. It’s about your pleasure and both of you having a good time together. He doesn’t want you to feel like you are being used or anything like that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away for a long period of time, he pulls out a pair of panties he stole from you and he jacks off to thoughts of you. He needs you a lot and whenever he can’t be near you for a while, he has these urges to masturbate to the thought of you sucking his cock or being fucked stupid.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let’s just say, Bardock is a man of many tastes. He’s got a huge breeding kink along with a daddy kink. He loves lingerie as well and it makes him feel like he’s opening a present. Bardock also loves spanking you and definitely edging. Anything to hear you whine and moan. He loves biting as well, and leaving marks all over your body so everyone knows you are his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! The man has a high sex drive and he does not care if he’s going to fuck you in public. If anyone says anything, he’ll literally just beat them up. Most of the time he loves fucking in the bedroom or the shower, because he can take his time with you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn him on. If you rub up against him closely, he’s going to grab your hips and grind against you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. If you wear something a little too revealing, he is completely turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you seriously. He loves spanking you and biting you, but anything that makes you cry or feel hurt or uncomfortable, Bardock will not do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves blowjobs. They are his favorite way for you to show your gratitude towards him. You love to pleasure him with your mouth and let him use you in any way he wants whenever he’s feeling stressed.

Oral is one of his favorite ways of edging you. He can get you to squirt a lot by doing this. His tongue knows exactly what to do whenever he laps up your arousal. Bardock moans at your taste and he just really gets into it. With his face buried in your cunt and you grinding against his face, Bardock is in heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This depends on how Bardock is feeling that day. If he is frustrated, he just wants to fuck that away. He wants to pound you and make you squirt over and over again. He doesn’t care about being soft or slow. He needs to fuck and he’ll use your tight hole. If he’s feeling happy and loving, you better be prepared for long hours of making sensual love. He’s gonna have hours of just foreplay planned for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes, it’s all you have time for. The two of you are often away on missions to invade other planets, so whenever you’ve got a good ten minutes between the two of you, Bardock will literally fuck you anywhere you are. He’ll pin you against the wall and pump you full of cum before the ten minutes is even over. You leave on weak legs and with his cum dripping out of you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bardock is the kind of guy who wants to try anything once with you. If you are into it, you better be prepared to try it out with him. He loves to see how you react whenever he tries something new with you in bed. Maybe it’s a new technique, a new toy or a silk scarf to cover your eyes. Whatever it is, it’s going to be lots of fun.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s like most Saiyans, he can last forever. He’s got virtually no refractory period and he can literally just fuck you for hours. Neither of you give up that easily or that quickly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bardock loves trying out new things, so often times he will go to the sex store with you and buy you a new toy to try. He’s not the biggest fan of toys being used on him, but if you really show him something he’s going to love, he’s not going to say no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Seeing as edging is one of his favorite kinks, you can understand that Bardock is very unfair. He loves to tease you until you are crying for his cock. He wants to hear you beg and plead to let you cum. Everything about this is such a fucking turn on for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s quite vocal and will definitely let you know when he’s enjoying himself. He loves to dirty talk too and call you pet names as he fucks you. When he’s about to cum, his breathing gets very shallow and he’s muttering and grunting that he’s going to cum.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bardock has a thing for high heels. Seeing you all dressed up and wearing heels is such a turn on because he hardly gets to see you all dolled up like this. Most of the time you are wearing combat gear, so whenever you get dressed up and step on his fucking chest, he is completely mush.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bardock is very well built, and his cock is gorgeous. A good 8 inches with lots of girth, and a nice curve that rubs up against your sweet spot every time he fucks you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He needs to fuck as much as possible. It drives him crazy whenever he can’t get his hands on you. He needs to fuck you. He doesn’t want to live a day without it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It doesn’t take him too long to fall asleep. Once he knows you are completely comfortable and happy, he will doze off in a matter of minutes.

#writing #reader requested #anon requested #bardock #bardock lemon #bardock smut #bardock x reader #bardock x y/n #bardock x you #dragon ball z #bardock headcanons #bardock alphabet #bardock smutty alphabet

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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Until the End of the World - 18

Until the End of the World: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 2763

Rating: E

Warnings: pregnancy, labor, induction without consent, forced medical proceedures, mentions of forced pregnancy, action, violence, death

Synopsis: Four years after Steve and Bucky got to the bottom of the HYDRA conspiracy that had led to you and your son being hunted for the first three years of his life, you, Bucky, and Steve have carved out a nice life together. Things are calm and you feel like a family unit. When Geo starts calling Bucky and Steve ‘dad’, a decision is made to try and add to your family.

Things aren’t as calm as they seem. When your pregnancy hits the papers, HYDRA rears its head once again, and Steve and Bucky need to track you down to protect the family they had created

Chapter 18

You had sent Geo back to his bed with his instructions. You didn’t think you could get out of here with him without getting caught. Yes, he could open all the doors for you, but there were still guards, and you had no idea where you were. The risk was just too high. Not to mention, that if Viper had been telling the truth, there were other people here who were being experimented on again. If you could get Steve, Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers here, then that was the best option for everyone. You hoped Geo could do as you asked; if you could send a message to the tower - however primitive it was - you trusted that FRIDAY could work out that it was Geo sending it.

You slept badly. The bench was hard and uncomfortable, and they had provided no blankets or pillows. That teamed with the stress of you and Geo being captured, and how close you were to your due date, you were uncomfortable and highly wound. Even with the lack of sleep, a group of HYDRA guards still managed to startle you awake the following day.

They had no concern about treating you gently in your heavily pregnant state. They didn’t even shake you awake, so much as march into the room, grab your arm, and drag you out of bed and down the hall. You had trouble walking and you stumbled down the bright white hall as they dragged you along with them.

You were brought to a room with a hospital bed and a lot of medical equipment, as well as a sterile-looking sofa chair and a clear plastic bassinet and incubator. It looked like a delivery room in a hospital that cared nothing for the comfort of the mother. Viper was waiting there with a group of medical staff dressed in green scrubs.

“What’s going on? Where’s Geo?” You asked.

“Geo is safe,” Viper assured you. “And we’ve decided we’re going to induce labor. Staying in this location is risky, so within the week we’re going to move you. We figured if we move you and your children separately, you’ll be less likely to try and draw attention to yourself when we inevitably see other people.”

“I’m not due yet,” you argued.

“It’s not ideal, I know,” Viper said as the guards muscled you onto the bed and strapped you down. “But it’s close enough. We did consider just cutting that little thing out of you, but they said this way would be safest. Don’t make me change my mind.”

One of the medical staff inserted a cannula into your arm and another began doing an internal examination as two of the guards held your legs apart. You tried to fight them, but there were just too many of them.

“Don’t worry though, dear,” Viper said. “We decided to help keep you calm you’re going to have an old friend here to help you with your labor. A birthing partner. That’s what they call them isn’t it?”

You looked at her wild-eyed, completely confused, and panicked. You had no idea why she was doing this. If they really wanted the baby out, a c-section would be quicker. Though you guessed, with the surgical recovery time it would be harder to move you unnoticed. The whole thing just felt like mind games though. Like she was trying to show you exactly what kind of control she had over you, both your mind and your body.

There was a pop and a gush of water between your legs as the doctor broke your waters and you began to cry. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She patted your cheek. “Consider it your payment for evading us for so long, and destroying my whole operation,” she said. “Or at least a down payment. I don’t plan to make anything easy for you.”

She tapped your cheek again and strode to the door. Just as she reached it, she turned and looked at one of the doctors. “If she behaves, you can let her up, but if she does anything to mess with this labor, strap her down again.”

“Yes, Madame HYDRA,” he said, saluting.

She left the room and the doctors went back to fussing around you. They put monitors on you that seemed to track both yours and the baby’s heart rate. When they seemed to be done most left without a word. One doctor remained. He had a sharp face and dead eyes. “If I let you up, will you behave?” He asked. “I warn you, if you take any of this off, you’re risking the life of that baby.”

You nodded. “I’ll behave,” you agreed.

Your restraints were unfastened. There are guards at the door, not that you can get out,” he said. “And you are being monitored on cameras all over the room. Behave and we’ll be in to check on you regularly.”

As he left a woman was led in. She looked like a wild animal that had been caught in a trap. Her hair was lank and didn’t look like it had been brushed in weeks and her hollow eyes looked around wildly. She was wearing a simple floral nightgown and in her arms was an infant that couldn’t have been more than a few days old. It took you a moment to realize you knew her. She had been in the medical trials back when you were in college. “Azi?” You said.

She turned to look at you startled, furrowing her brow as she assessed you. “Oh my god,” she said and rushed to your side. “Oh my god! What are you doing here? I didn’t know they had you too.”

“How long have you been here, Azi?” You asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. A long time. I don’t know. They came right after the trial ended. I wasn’t pregnant then. Now I have a baby. They move us.”

“Oh my god,” you said, wrapping your arm around her. “Come, sit down.”

You led her to the sofa chair and she sat, cradling the baby. It fussed a little but fell back to sleep as its mother held it close. “Azi, what did they do to you?”

“They took me… and some of the others in the test,” she said. “They’re all dead now…” her eyes snapped up to you.

“They’ve been chasing me. This is all my fault,” you said. A dull pain throbbed out from your back and sides, and you winced and gripped the IV stand. Azi looked up at you alarmed.

“Are you in labor?” She asked.

You nodded. “They just induced me.”

“Did they… did they …?” She asked.

You shook your head. “No. No… I think they were waiting. I’ve been living with someone. Some men. I think they were waiting to see if we’d just end up having kids. What… how… did they force someone on you?”

She shook her head. “It was a medical procedure. I know whose it was… I think… do you remember Gal?”

You nodded. Gal was short and funny and you remembered during the tests he always got telekinesis. He thought it was funny to tap people on the shoulder while he was standing on the other side of the room. “You think he’s dead?”

She nodded and then shook her head. “I think… I don’t know. They were injecting us with things, to make our powers come back, but it wasn’t working. Katrina died. And Shae. And … and…”

“It’s okay,” you soothed, rubbing her back. “It’s okay.”

She looked up at you with wide brown eyes. “If I die, will you take care of my baby? You were always stronger than the rest of us. You’ll look after him. Get him out of here.”

“Shh…” You whispered, crouching down. “We’re gonna both get out of here. Okay? And your baby. What’s his name?”

“I called him Gal. I think… I think that’s only fair,” she said. “Promise me you’ll take care of him.”

“I promise. But you’re going to do that yourself, okay?” You assured her, hoping that Steve and Bucky would come for you soon.

Whether it was the drugs they were using or the fact it was your second child, you couldn’t be sure, but your labor seemed to progress very quickly. Once Azi got used to being in the room with you, she became a little more of a comfort to you. She put baby Gal into the bassinet and would rub your back and soothe you through the contractions. Not that there was much she could do. Having someone on your side was better than being alone with HYDRA scientists, but all you could think was how much you needed Bucky and Steve. Even if they did find you now, they were going to miss the birth of their daughter, and the longer your labor progressed, the harder it was to hang on to hope they’d find you at all.

Azi rubbed your back through a long contraction as you bent over the bed. You’d been left alone again, but you knew it wouldn’t be long until the urge to push hit you. You were in that period of serious pain where everything felt helpless and all you wanted to do was be with your boyfriends and curse them out for doing this to you. Instead, you were in pain and terrified and with a woman who was even more scared than you. Gal slept in the bassinet and part of you was even concerned that if you made too much noise would wake him and take Azi’s attention off you.

“You’re doing great,” she soothed. “I think it won’t be long.”

“I don’t want them to deliver her,” you whined. “I don’t want to do this here.”

“I know,” she said. “I know. I’m here.”

A siren started sounding, waking Gal so the baby's cries blended in with the harsh screeching of the alarms. Azi looked around and hurried over to the infant. “Hey, mommy’s here… I’ve got you,” she said, lifting him and holding him so one ear was pressed to her chest and the other was covered by her hand. “What is that?”

Hope began to creep in again. They’d found you. You knew it. It was only a matter of time before you’d be safe again. You might even get to have this baby with them there with you.

Another contraction hit and you felt the need to push. With Azi distracted with Gal and the sirens sounding, you weren’t sure what to do. “Oh god,” you groaned, gritting your teeth and resisting the urge.

The sirens stopped and you heard footsteps run down the hall. You couldn’t be sure, but you had a feeling they’d left you unguarded. Another contraction hit and as it was ending the doors opened. “Mommy,” Geo cried as he ran over to you. “I don’t wanna be here.”

“I know,” you said, rubbing his back. You looked around unsure what to do. If you stayed here, then you were somewhere set up to deliver a baby, and hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long for Steve or Bucky to find you. The problem was if you stayed here all of HYDRA knew where you were too, and if they were going to try and take you out of here before Steve or Bucky could get to you, then staying here let them do that.

You gritted your teeth. “Geo,” you said. “Do you think you can get the building to take us to a safer room?”

He nodded and took your hand. “Azi, let’s go.”

She didn’t move and you doubled over in pain as another contraction hit. “Mommy?” Geo said, looking at you in fear.

“It’s okay, Geo,” you assured him. “Your sister is coming.” You looked back to Azi. “Azi! We have to go!”

She jumped and followed after you. Geo led you out into the hall, clinging to your hand and pulling you along. There were the sounds of shouting and gunfire, but while none sounded close yet, it was rapidly getting closer. It was coming from several different sides and you began to worry that there wasn’t going to be anywhere safe to go.

Another contraction hit as you turned a corner and you almost collapsed to your knees. The urge to push was intense and you had to consciously clench. You were worried she might already be crowning.

“Mom, please,” Geo said, a look of pure panic. “They’re coming.”

You tried to move, but all you could manage was a few staggered steps.

“Stop them!”

Azi jumped and you flinched at the sound of Viper’s voice as she came around the corner. You pushed Geo behind you and tried to get him to move him forward. Azi squared up, holding her baby so he was slightly protected. “Get away from us!” She screamed.

“There’s no use running, you idiots,” Viper snarled as the guards moved forward. “Where do you think you’re going to go.”

Azi pushed Gal into your arms and charged at the guards, a look of wild rage on her face.

“Azi! No!” You screamed.

Everything happened in slow motion. Azi charged at them hands up like she was going to claw their eyes out and lept at the guard closest. He stumbled back, and the gun went off. Azi’s face froze as blood erupted out of her back. You pulled Geo close as he began to wail and hid his face in your side. For a second you weren’t even aware of the alarms going off again, as both Geo and Gal were screaming.

“Geo, run, go,” you said, pushing him forward. He wouldn’t let go of your hand and you were worried that you weren’t going to be able to convince him to move.

“You idiots! We needed her!” Viper screeched. “Get out of my way!”

She ran at you and you pushed Geo forward in an attempt to get away, knowing full well in your state you weren’t getting anywhere. You managed to waddle forward a few steps as loud blasts erupted behind you. Viper grabbed your shoulder and yanked you back. You held Gal closer to you, sure she was about to make you drop him and a gunshot ran out behind you.

Viper’s grip relaxed and she slumped to the ground behind you.

“Daddy!” Geo shouted as he looked around your legs.

You spun around. Behind you, the hall was complete chaos. The lights were flashing red and white and there were some of Iron Legion rounding up the few guards that Viper had with her. Ari’s body was on the ground and one of the Legion seemed to be assessing it, while Viper's body lay at your feet.

Bucky hurried down the hall, shouldering his rifle. “I’m here,” Bucky said, scooping the boy up. “I’ve got you.”

Geo buried his face in Bucky’s neck and gradually the alarms calmed down and the lights settled. Bucky put his arm around you. “I’ve got you, darlin’,” he said.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you said, the emotions breaking as you started to tremble in his arms. “Take the baby.”

He took the infant from you and you held his elbow as another contraction hit. “Is this her?” He asked.

You shook your head. “No…” you said through gritted teeth. “But she’s coming.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “Come on. Let's get you somewhere safe.”

Geo pointed to a door and Bucky helped walk you to it, even as your body fought you moving at all. “I need one of you to guard,” Bucky barked at the Legion. One flew into place, standing at the door with its hands up and repulsors at the ready.

Bucky moved you inside and your knees buckled - like you’d been holding out until you had even one fragment of safety. Bucky kneeled down beside you, still juggling Geo on the baby. Geo was clinging to him like a koala and he hadn’t lifted his head from the spot in Bucky’s neck since he’d lifted the boy into place.

“Let me see,” Bucky said.

You got on your hands and knees and lifted the gown they’d put you in, spreading your legs until you were as comfortable as you could be. Bucky sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Steve, you read me?” He said. “I’ve found them. And I’d suggest getting to us as quickly as you can if you wanna see your daughter born.”

// NEXT

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scxrlettwxtches · 4 years

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[11:45p.m.] kiss in vehicle + missing each other | hwang hyunjin

warnings: heavy making out, suggestive

requested: yes!

a/n: how did this get so long oh my o_O anyways, i really hope you like it, anon! i was shamelessly projecting with this one, and i had a lot of fun writing! <3

The most unusual part of the drive back to your house was how silent it was.

Hyunjin and you were never silent, especially in the car. You loved to play music, either stealing the aux cable from Hyunjin by distracting him with a kiss or turning on the radio and waiting to see what would play. You loved to sing, and Hyunjin loved to harmonize with you. He loved to prattle on and on about his day, his dance practice, the periods when he was in a different class than you, and you loved to listen intently, clinging on to every word.

But this time, the only noise filling the car was the ambient humming of the engine as Hyunjin drove down the quiet streets.

Neither of you could think of anything to say. Both of you have spent all day trying to avoid approaching this topic, but neither of you could truly stop the moment from happening.

Because despite all the loving hugs, kisses, and sweetened words, none of it was going to change the fact that the two of you were heading to opposite ends of the world when morning came. Hyunjin was accepted into a prestigious dance academy in California, and you...you were going abroad, wanting to explore the world firsthand rather than read about it from a textbook.

The car ride was totally silent, but that didn’t stop you from shamelessly gazing at the love of your life, trying to take in every one of his features, imprinting it in your brain in case this would be the last time you would ever be able to look at him so freely and without restraints. Maybe by the next time you met up, he would be dating or married to someone else. Maybe, by the next time you met up, he wouldn’t be your Hyunjin anymore.

Your boyfriend pulled into your driveway with practiced ease, having done this basically as a routine for the better part of his junior and all of his senior year. He’d take you out sometime in the afternoon on weekends or even weekdays if he made a strong case to your parents, and he’d have you back home before midnight as he had promised every time.

As he stopped the car, both of you refused to make the first move. Technically, it should’ve been you, because you were the one that needy to get out of the car and walk into your house, but you couldn’t. How could you, when you knew that this would be the last time you could see Hyunjin like this for a year, maybe more?

Like you, Hyunjin was having trouble putting his thoughts together, too. Now that he couldn’t divert his attention to driving, his hands fumbled around nervously, not knowing what do with them. On a normal day, they would be on you the moment he turned off the car, touching you in some way, whether it be hands on your waist, your soft cheeks, your neck, anything. But now, he didn’t know what to do, especially when you looked like you were teetering on the edge of a breakdown and, honestly, he was too.

“Did you pack?” Hyunjin asked, finally forcing his voice to work, although it felt hoarse and difficult.

“Yeah, I finished everything last night,” you answered softly, looking down at your legs as you played with the hem of your skirt. God, people walking past your car might’ve assumed that you two were basically strangers, not a couple that’s been together for almost two years.

Hyunjin nodded, letting the conversation stall, “That’s--um--that’s cool.”

Somehow, the sheer awkwardness, the slight stumbling over his words brought a small smile to your face. It made things feel almost normal again, like the way Hyunjin would act like he was the playboy of the century and then get suddenly flustered the moment your lips brushed his cheek.

“Are you packed?” You returned the question softly, daring to look up at him as you asked.

“Yup, although mom did most of the work.”

“That’s no surprise. Your spacial organizing is abysmal.”

“H-hey!”

The two of you fell into an lighthearted banter, and you were almost surprised about how genuinely easy it was to shift back into a norm with him. Feeling embarrassed, feeling like you’ve just been petty, spending your last moments together pouting rather than really relishing every second, you opened your mouth to apologize just as Hyunjin did the same.

“Hyunjin--”

“I’m--”

You looked up at him, startled before you burst into giggles, “I’m sorry,” you said, covering your mouth, “You first.”

Hyunjin wore a dumbstruck expression on his face, gazing at you as if you were the most precious person in the entire world, and unbeknownst to you, that was exactly who you were to him. He shook his head, still staring at you, “No, please, you first.”

Playing with your fingers, you struggled to find the right words to say. I’ll miss you? Have fun? I’m so proud of you? Please don’t forget me while you’re away? None of them sounded right, and as your eyes gazed into Hyunjin’s, you confessed, “I...I don’t know what to say.”

A part of you grew nervous, expecting Hyunjin to scoff or be disappointed with how inarticulate you were being, but he let out a soft, awkward chuckle, “Honestly, I don’t either.”

You smiled at that, and the car was once again filled with silence, although it didn’t feel suffocating anymore. It was familiar, reminding you of the peacefulness you’d feel whenever you slept over at his place, huddled under his duvet and facing each other, gentle smiles adorning your faces.

The two of you gazed at each other, the longing, the sadness, and the love all conveyed through the dim twinkle in your eyes. It spilled out and out until the silence burst, your feelings overpowered the awkwardness of untimely goodbyes, and suddenly, neither of you could control yourselves.

Hyunjin acted first, as he always did, but you weren’t far behind him, tilting your head to the side, a perfect angle for him to turn and press his lips firmly against yours. Your hands ceased their nervous fiddling of your skirt and moved to cup his cheek, feeling his chiseled jaw and his soft skin under your fingers.

It was slow and languid, as if time had stopped and the only thing that mattered was this, Hyunjin’s lips against yours, his hands caressing your soft hair, carding his fingers through it. You loved this, you loved the way Hyunjin made you feel, the bubbling of joy and safety that you always felt when you were with him. This was familiar, the gentle push and pull between the two of you, not rushed in the slightest.

Then, Hyunjin slipped his tongue into your mouth, causing you to let out the softest, most innocent moan, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Hyunjin’s hands trailed down, his fingers gripping your waist as he suddenly began urging, guiding you over to his seat. What could you do other than give in? Especially when his lips had begun to suck eagerly on yours and when his tongue explored your mouth with newfound vigor.

You clambered over just as Hyunjin moved the seat back to give you more room. You settled on his lap, gasping for breath before diving back in for more. Hyunjin was happy, elated to oblige your silent demands.

The kiss was oh so different now. The urgency you felt, as if every second that passed was just stolen time, and the borderline desperation Hyunjin felt, a desire to touch you until the last possible second, to feel you against him, kissing him, caressing his face. Anything you’d give him, he would take it like a starving man.

Neither of you stopped until you were truly at the precipice, teetering on the edge of falling in far too deep. It was then that you pulled away from your love, chest heaving as a thin trail of saliva connected his naturally plump lips to your kiss-swollen ones. His hands, which had been roaming over every part of you that he could--that he was allowed--to touch, had finally settled, finding a home in the curve of your waist.

You stared at each other, his eyes a shade darker than usual and yours probably glazed over with bliss. Hyunjin had never kissed you like that before, whether to preserve your innocence or to avoid making you uncomfortable, and you wanted more of it. You wanted him to kiss you like that again and again and again.

“H-hey, Y/N--no, no, no--” Hyunjin panicked as your eyes suddenly well with tears, and whatever dark, sultry persona you’d pulled out of him earlier vanished as he fumbled to find tissues in the middle compartment, dabbing at your eyes and making sure the makeup you’d put on for your date night wouldn’t hurt your eyes.

“I’m s-sorry--” you stammered, not having even realized that you were crying until you felt the wetness roll down your cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“No, please don’t be, love,” Hyunjin cooed, using that cajoling, gentle tone of voice he would whenever you had trouble sleeping or when you refused to take breaks during your most stressful days, “You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be sorry for.”

“But, we promised that we wouldn’t cry,” you said, your voice wobbly as Hyunjin continued to dab delicately at your tears, “We promised, and now I’ve just gone and ruined it--”

“Y/N, when have I ever kept my promises about not kissing you as much in public, or not buying you presents on a whim?”

“N-never?”

Hyunjin giggled, wiping a stray tear with his thumb as he pecked your lips, “Exactly. Our promises are meant to be broken,” he hummed, resting his forehead against yours, “And please don’t be disappointed, but I also feel like bursting into tears right now, too.”

You choked out a laugh, bringing your hand to his cheek, “You’re such a dork,” your smile was shaky, not quite your happiest one, but it was as happy as you could feel when saying goodbye to the love of your life.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you mumbled, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“I’m gonna miss you, too, darling. So goddamn much,” Hyunjin’s hand once against on your waist tightened slightly as he held you closer, and before your true fear could spill out of your lips, Hyunjin beat you to it.

“You...you won’t forget about me, right?”

It was almost endearing, the revelation that your greatest fear for the future was actually Hyunjin’s as well. In some way, it reassured you. It confirmed the feelings in your heart, showing that he truly cared for you in the same way you did for him.

And in the end, that was enough for you.

Reaching for his hand, you wrapped your pinkie lightly around his, and with a gentle smile, you murmured, “I will never forget you, Hyunjinie.”

“That’s a promise.”

#inkidz #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz oneshots #hwang hyunjin imagine #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin blurbs #skz blurbs #skz x y/n #skz x reader #my fics

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miss-nov · 3 years

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Over-Emotional: Danny Phantom Oneshot.

Original idea by @amabsis on their post right here!!

[Originally written on a reblog of the prompt but it went all screwy and left an incomplete version so I made it it's own post and I've made a few grammar and spelling edits. Sorry for any confusion!!]

(This is the first thing I've ever written for the DP Phandom so I apologize if it's a little OOC)

⚠️(TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK AND GORE!!!!!)⚠️

Danny drifted through the skies of Amity Park, following the streets which were slick with recent rain. The stars twinkled merrily above and the beams from the street lights seemed to buzz through the comforting, crisp air. Not a sound disrupted the mellow atmosphere and ghosts had appeared to leave tonight alone and retired to their lairs. A soothing night such as this would have been Danny's favorite; it would have been a much needed break from his overly stressful life.

Yet Danny couldn't shake off the creeping apprehension even as he twisted in and out of alleyways back into the lit roads.

His parents had been working tirelessly on a project that they wouldn't tell him and Jazz about. Jack, their father, would always jump at the chance to describe what he was doing and couldn't keep his antics quiet for long. Maddie's, their mother, eyes would have brightened as she recounted the innovate idea she had conjured and the necessary calculations she could toy around with. These facts coupled with Jazz and Danny casually inquiring about their latest project would make them incredibly ecstatic.

But whenever the two had asked about it, put off by the unusual quiet of the parents, had only been given an amused smile and an occasional wink.

Tonight, before Danny's patrol and during dinner, Jazz had managed to weasel some information out of them. Though, it left more questions than answers.

"So, you guys have been in the lab a lot recently," Jazz said conversationally. "Working on some new ghost stuff? It seems important if you're spending most of the day down there."

Maddie had given her a deliberate look like someone who'd finally decided to take a second cookie.

"It's our greatest invention yet," she said lowly and excitedly. "I think your dad and I have found the solution to our little ghost problem."

The siblings gulped and tried to suppress their shudders.

"It's not going to hurt them is it? Phantom and the other ghosts." Jazz's voice was even and didn't show a hint of a tone shift.

"Surprisingly, no. No harm will be dealt to them. It's not like they can feel anyway. That's exactly the problem," Jack chimed excitedly before going back to his ectoplasm contaminated lasagna.

"Besides, we wouldn't want to hurt the object of our daughter's affection. We all know about your crush on Phantom," Maddie teased but then added with a small frown. "Though it's not healthy to have a crush on ghosts at all."

Jazz gave an aggressive gagging noise and Danny was torn between hysterical laughter and a gag of his own. Dinner resumed as normal —well, as normal as you could get being a Fenton— and Danny took note of the fact his parents had refused to say anymore.

Danny was busy going over and dissecting the conversation and lax in his attention to his surroundings by the inactivity that he didn't notice the two shadow-cloaked figures tailing him. The taller one with a broader build was holding an intimidating gun, that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sci-fi movie, on his back.

Maybe I should head back, Danny thought to himself. I have so much homework due and a test tomorrow. A pop quiz in calculus and a lab in science. I have to meet Nathan at my study hall period and at lunch. Liz needs my help…

On and on the list went as Danny subtlety started flying home. Just thinking of things that needed done was making him more anxious and tired.

"Phantom, we'll have you now," Jack cried, his voice echoing in the hollow streets.

Danny turned around, slightly aggravated when he was struck by a violet beam and plummeted, crashing to the sidewalk.

"Jack! I told you to wait," Maddie chastised as they walked over to Danny who had barely sat up.

His head swam and Maddie and Jack looked like the reflections of a carnival fun house mirror. Though his vision corrected itself quickly.

"I think you might have given him a concussion. But that doesn't make sense, ghosts don't have brains," Maddie said, slightly confused. She reached out to gingerly place her fingertips on Danny's temple and he flinched.

"Don't touch me!!" Danny had yelled louder then he meant to and his voice came out with an extra echo; like he had been about to use his ghostly wail. The three stilled before Danny began crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on Jack and Maddie at all times.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Danny whimpered and tears sprang to eyes like a line of men ready to battle. Why the hell was he crying!? He didn't cry easy, at least not of late, and he'd been in these situations and worse without crying so why was he breaking down now??

Maddie looked at him with wide eyes and her hand, which had still been suspended in shock, dropped to her belt and Danny panicked.

"Don't hurt me!" Danny tried to pick himself up to fly, to get the hell out of dodge but when he went to stand his vision and black an —god why were his veins burning with adrenaline???

Danny's chest was caving, that was the only explanation as his ribs seized and threatened to crush his lungs. His heart had left its place and sprinted from the back of his throat down to right beneath his collarbone before starting all over again. Has his hands always been this sweaty??? Tremors wracked through his limbs —he couldn't deal with this now!! He needed to finish his Hamlet essay, and review his history notes, and hadn't Liz asked him to buy popsicle sticks for their art project??? That's what he had forgotten!! He can't think of this now!! Maddie and Jack could easily catch him now —but oh, God was he screwed when —if— when he went to school the next day.

"Phantom, you're having a panic attack," Maddie said calmly.

"No, shit there, Sherlock." Danny bit his bottom lip to prevent another scathing comment from escaping. Usually he had better control of his mouth believe it or not. He put his head between his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on, well, nothing. He felt tears slip from his eyes and barely stopped himself from screaming.

"You know what a panic attack is?" Jack titled his head as he scanned over his shaking form.

"Jack did you put the settings up too high while we were following him?"

"Of course not! I was very careful not to bounce anything out of place. You've Done the math, four times, it should be perfectly calibrated." Jack twisted the purple and silver metallic gun in his hands, giving it a thorough look over.

"What the fuck are you two talking about!!" The scientists' head whipped back to see Danny's eyes glowing a tad brighter than before and his mouth transfixed into a snarl. Maddie slid a careful hand to her holster.

"Our newest invention. Ghosts, well most of them, are just whispers of feelings that people once had. They can't actually feel and so they do bad things or... or they mimic human behaviors really well to make it seem like they do, like they're human." Maddie's voice trailed off at the end as if seeing if he would explode.

Danny felt that normally he would have but he started to hyperventilate. How was he going to reverse it??? Was there even a way to do so or did they not include a reverse button by mistake (on purpose?) like they had mistakenly put the 'on' button inside the portal??

"We're going to take you to the lab. Check your... concussion and to stabilize your mood. Run a few tests..."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh—

They would strap him down and cut and lay his chest open like a butterfly steak and their hungry eyes would roam over him and their hands would devour him by pulling at his nerve endings and removing his organs and Danny would scream until his voice was hoarse and then some like a helpless lamb. Would he bleed blood or ectoplasm when they drained him? Would they take turns as he bleed out?? Or would they flow out together like some sort of demented, holiday dinner?? Or—

"Phantom! You need to calm down." Maddie was at his side (when had she gotten there?) and was squeezing his hand. Danny briefly noted her eyes were filled with worry as her goggles hung at her neck. "Just breathe with me okay, please."

"Breathe with her, buddy" Jack, who sat on the other side of Danny, whispered as he gently rubbed circles on the boy's lower back. "It's gonna be okay. We aren't going to hurt you."

Danny wanted to say a smart aleck remark about them not having the same sentiment five minutes ago but instead focused on his breathing. He faced his head skyward and tried to count the stars. Nothing but him and the stars, no home— just the stars.

Danny was reminded of the time he went stargazing with the rest of his family. A rare occasion as Maddie and Jack seemed to always be working. They had smiled so big at him as he pointed out constellations, awestruck. Jazz had nodded along as she listened attentively with a smile of her own. The night hadn't been more clear in months and more stars then usually were out. The picnic blanket they laid on was soft and him and Jazz had rested in between their parents and God they had been so happy then—

Danny let out an involuntary sob. The melancholy seemed to come from the depths of his chest but at least it seemed to push out the panic.

"Phantom," Maddie asked as she huddled closer to him. Phantom, not Danny. It hadn't really bothered him before; they didn't know it was him so why would they call him by his name?

But it still made him cry harder. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to so, so bad.

Jazz had urged him to tell them. But Danny had always been afraid. Scared that they wouldn't want him anymore.

Now the sadness had overwhelmed the fear and the panic. He felt so isolated even when his parents were next to him, right there, trying to coax him into being calm. He had to tell them. He had to do it now because he wouldn't be this impulsive again.

He felt the white rings gloss over him and heard Jack yell out "Phantom". When it was over he heard them gasp.

"D-Danny," Maddie choked out.

"I'm so sorry," Danny said through his tears. He chanted it over and over again as his parents reassured him that he had nothing to be sorry for and that they should apologize.

The three sat there for quite some time, huddled close and crying together.

Soon they would head home and take care of Danny's quickly healing concussion and reverse the effects of the gun. They would ask questions tomorrow after school but, for now, they tucked him into bed, something they hadn't done since he was eleven, and gave him their good night kisses on his temple before creeping to their room unaware of Jazz watching them from her bedroom door. She would text Sam and Tucker an explanation and ask them to give Danny the answers to the homework in the morning. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.

The streets were barely slick with rain anymore. The stars twinkled merrily and the street lights buzzed. The crisp, cool air was calm and mellow. The night soothing and the Fentons were a family once again.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #danny phantom prompt #danny phantom prompt fill #danny phantom oneshot #danny phantom fic #prompt fic #prompt fill #prompt oneshot

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duskholland · 4 years

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For tfg blurbs, I’d love to hear about how they handled each other’s birthdays. Based on the timeline, they would have had at least Toms to contend with as a ‘fake’ couple and I would love some soft tender moments between them. Also some conversation between Y/N and her family regarding her changing relationship with Tom, since we know they historically don’t like him.

status: mid-story; friends, part 5-6; your pov - tom’s birthday // read the fame game!

okay, so according to the timeline, tom’s birthday falls over the three-week period in which y/n is out in london. I’ve placed this blurb somewhere in the middle, set during their awkward phase of slowly becoming friends (pre-hookup). just to remind you, tom’s family know that it’s all fake, but the people in attendance at his birthday party do not lmao. we love those awkward fake dating moments :)

— tfg blurb night! —

If you’d known your trip to London was going to involve attending a garden party that included all of Tom’s friends and family, you would’ve packed a nicer dress.

Tom only mentioned the party last night, as he’d watched you reappear from your bedroom, carrying the ends of the wrapping paper and role of sellotape. You’d tried, haphazardly, to wrap up the gift that you’d bought him for his birthday, but it’d been tricky to get the paper to stick down correctly. However, any shame that you’d felt about your shoddy wrapping job had gone drifting out the window the moment he’d say, so easily,

“Oh, do you know about the party tomorrow afternoon?”

No, you had not known. And now, as you circle the garden with your arm holding Tom’s waist, your brain still hasn’t caught up to the situation.

It’s Tom’s birthday - his 24th. You’d already spent the morning awkwardly hovering around the house as he’d had a birthday brunch with his family. That, at least, had been easy enough to deal with - Tom’s immediate family know that your ‘relationship’ is a set-up, so you hadn’t had to act like a couple. Unfortunately for you, though, his extended family and his school friends do not, which means you’ve spent the majority of the day drifting around Tom’s garden, pretending to be his girlfriend, instead of his just his friend - and as much as you’ve learnt to appreciate Tom’s presence, it’s hard.

Facing his closest friends and pretending like you’re in love with Tom is difficult, but you’re trying your best to give a convincing performance.

“So, how long have you both been together?”

You’re talking with two of Tom’s old drama class friends - Mindy and Sam, you think. They’re very nice - both of them smiling, seeming giddy as they look at the way Tom’s got his arm flung around your shoulder.

You glance at Tom, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh, a few months,” Tom replies, shifting his eyes away from you almost guiltily. “Known each other ages, though.” You hum in agreement.

Mindy nods, her curly hair flying in every direction. “You’re so sweet,” she coos, nudging Sam. “Aren’t they? You make such a lovely couple.”

A smile twitches out across your face, and you lean into it. “Thank you,” you reply. “Tom’s a pretty nice guy.”

Tom scoffs, looking down to meet your gaze. Amusement dances in his brown eyes. “Just a pretty nice guy?” He repeats, mocking outrage.

Your smile becomes a little less genuine, and you have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. It doesn’t matter than you and Tom are friends now - he still seems to delight in putting you into these awkward situations.

“Oh, sorry, birthday boy,” you say smoothly. You glance at Mindy, finally allowing yourself to roll your eyes, just under the rouse of a joke. “Mr Dramatic loves his praise.”

Mindy grins. “Always liked being the centre of attention, eh, Tom?”

Tom pouts, the hand holding your waist grabbing a little firmer as he furrows his eyebrows. “Rude,” he mutters. “Can’t catch a break, even on my bloody birthday.” He looks at you, strength in his eyes, and you think you can see desperate pleading in them.

“Poor baby,” you coo, shooting his friends a glance. “Let’s go get you some cake, alright?” You say, pulling him away from the conversation after exchanging brief goodbyes with Mindy and Sam.

Tom sags as you walk over to the house together, joined together by your hands. His palm is warm against yours

“Thanks,” he mutters, voice low. “I’m so tired.”

You smile as he rests his head briefly on your shoulder, feeling his soft brown curls pressing into your skin.

“Do you want to go and hide for a few minutes?” You whisper. You’re both standing on the patio, but as you glance around, everyone seems busy in conversation.

Tom stands up straight, wide-eyed as he nods. “Yes,” he says, almost desperate. “Quick, quick.”

Giggling softly, you drag him into the house, dodging past a few of the guests as you drag him upstairs. Luckily all of the partygoers seem confined to the ground floor, so you’re able to make a beeline for your bedroom, where you hastily push him inside and lock the door.

“I like being your fake girlfriend a lot better when it’s just us alone in a restaurant or something,” you admit, leaning back against the door. “It’s a lot less stressful.” You watch as Tom walks around the room before settling on the edge of the bed, folding his chin into his hands. His smile is warm as he stares at you, eyes soft.

“Definitely,” he agrees. Tom lies back on the bed, grunting as he sinks into the mattress. “I love my family, but they ask a lot of questions.”

You click your tongue, remembering with a shudder the invasive questions Tom’s grandparents had asked you.

“I hope they chill out whenever you bring your real girlfriend home,” you say, “Some of the things they were asking were pretty intense.”

Tom sits up, slowly, stroking at his chin. “Sorry if they made you uncomfortable,” he says, looking a little guilty. “They don’t know.”

You manage a weak smile. “It’s fine.” After a moment’s silence, your eyes fall on the present you’ve left out on the dresser. “Oh! I haven’t given you this yet.”

Tom stands from the bed, trailing after you inquisitively as you pick up the badly wrapped gift and thrust it into his hands.

“You got me a birthday present..?” Tom mumbles, his eyes wide. He holds it delicately, like he’s scared to drop it, and when you nod, a wide grin takes over his face. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I did,” you reply. You reach out to touch his shoulder, your touch gentle. “We’re friends now, and you’re letting me stay in your house for free. Of course I had to get you something.” You bite your lower lip, apprehension twisting through you. “I just hope that you’ll like it.”

It was hard to pick something to buy Tom. He already has everything he could ever need, and you know he doesn’t like things in excess. In the end, you’d gone for old reliable.

Tom unwraps the present carefully, taking the time to uncurl the tape and keep the sparkly paper perfectly intact. His mouth falls into a wide o as he realises what you’ve got him.

“Another Rolex?” Tom mutters, looking up at you, shocked. He pulls open the box and inspects the dazzling watch face, looking so surprised that it makes you giggle.

“You’ve got quite the collection, but I saw you looking at this one when we went shopping the other week, so I thought I’d get it for you.” You smile at him, loving the warmth in your heart that comes with knowing you’ve made him happy. “Do you like it?”

Tom nods. After a beat, he carefully puts the watch down on the dresser, and then pulls you in for a very sudden hug. You grunt as he squeezes you tightly, but the warmth in his arms and the scent of his husky cologne takes away the discomfort of his vice-like grin.

“Thank you,” he exclaims. He pulls back, but goes to rest his hands on your shoulders. Tom’s eyes twinkle earnestly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love it.”

Your cheeks ache from how widely you’re grinning. “You’re very welcome,” you reply. “Happy birthday, Tom.”

#some cute birthday fluff to finish off tonight :')#tfgblurbs #tom holland x reader #anonymous #yes i have a rolex problem. wbk.#goodnight

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Light My Fire - CH20 (FIN)

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Angst but also teeth rotting fluff

WC: 4111

A/N: This is the end guys. I hope you had a blast reading it as much as I had fun writing.

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

Y/N wakes up to the sound of her alarm. It takes her way too long to realize where she is.

She opens her eyes and takes a look around. Her room kind of looks small compared to the room she called her own in Dean’s apartment.

Today is Monday, which means that she’s supposed to go to work and she kind of doesn't want to. She hasn’t heard from Dean. He didn’t text her, nor did he call. Maybe it’s over before it’s over. Maybe today, he’ll say that she can get out if she wants. He and Sam have the evidence and they can build up their case around it. There’s really no need for him to fake it with her anymore.

Yesterday she had to go out and buy clothes because all her stuff is still at Dean’s, and she didn’t want to go there. She spent the rest of the day in her bed, buried in her novels. It would have been relaxing if she hadn’t thought about Dean so much.

She’s so nervous about meeting him again that she has had an awful night’s sleep. She’s nervous, when it should be easy. He’s her boss. She’s his employee. It should have always stayed like that, she realized. She should have never let them talk her into crossing the line.

Her anxiety peaks as she takes the subway to the office. She feels nauseous. It doesn’t help knowing that her period is a little late too. She hopes that she’s not pregnant. She’s been taking her pills regularly. It shouldn’t be a problem and honestly, she doesn’t need to add it to her pile of worries.

Arriving in the office, she sees that Ruby’s already there but it’s awfully quiet. She sits down and starts her computer.

“Psssst,” Y/N hisses at Ruby who’s engrossed in a paper.

“Oh, hey! How was meeting with the parents?” Ruby grins.

“Sam didn’t tell you anything?” She frowns, wondering why Dean hasn’t updated Sam on what happened. On how she walked out of there and left him behind to hole herself up in her own apartment.

Ruby shrugs, “No?”

“Ruby, I’m late.” She says, because she wants to get that off her chest first.

Her friend raises her eyebrows and she sees that Ruby’s eyes travel to the clock, “I’d say your early, Dean’s not even in yet.”

“No, I’m late!” She hisses, her eyes widen as she tries to get Ruby to understand.

Ruby’s mouth forms an ‘O’, “Ooooh, shit.”

“Yeah,” She sighs.

“How many days?”

“Three.”

“That’s nothing, right? Maybe it’s the stress? You’re under a lot of pressure.”

Y/N knows that Ruby’s just trying to cheer her up, “Yeah, maybe.” She says and types in her password.

“Lets work, alright, we can think about it on our break. I can go get a test for you. Now, I want you to distract yourself with work or else you’ll go mad.”

“Yeah, okay,,” She tries to smile at her friend. The last thing she wants is for Ruby to be worried about her and Ruby’s not wrong. If she throws herself into work, it’ll definitely help distract her mind from all of the things that’s making it hard for her to breathe.

When her computer starts up her email box begins to fill itself. She sees that she has an unusually high amount of emails. Half of them are from Dean. Sent during their fake honeymoon. She wonders why, as they were practically together all the time?

She opens up the first email.

Saturday, [00:24AM]: I’m sorry that I’ve upset you.

Saturday, [01:12AM]: Do you think I’m crazy when I tell you that I can’t fall asleep without you next to me?

Saturday, [05:21AM]: You’re the cutest crankiest person I ever laid eyes on.

Saturday, [08:31AM]: You fell asleep right after take off. I’ve taken a picture of you. Sorry not sorry.

Saturday, [09:23AM]: You’re sleeping again. You really do need a lot of sleep, don’t you? Or maybe it’s because you’re too nervous of flying. I’m sorry I didn’t even ask if flying would be okay for you. I never took it into consideration that you might not like flying. The thought had never crossed my mind. I’m trying to help you through it, though.

Saturday, [11:42AM]: You’re cute when you’re all giddy about being here and I’m happy that you let me bring you here. Can’t wait until I can show you our room. I have a feeling that you’ll like it.

Saturday, [01:12PM]: You didn’t need to ask if you can take a dip in the sea but you still did. That’s what I like about you. You don’t take anything for granted.

Saturday, [02:57PM]: For god’s sake, you fell asleep on the lounger. You’re going to get sunburned!

Saturday, [04:32PM]: You’re still distracting me. But I kind of like it. Maybe I’m a closet masochist.

Saturday, [09:22PM]: You know what I absolutely love? I fucking love how you taste, how you want me to fuck you harder. How wet you are for me. I love how you look when you’re laying on the bed, spit slick and pink all over.

Saturday, [11:46PM]: Jesus, you’re laying there, pink pussy in full view. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.

Tears start to pool in her eyes but there’s more.

Sunday, [11:21AM]: It was nice waking up to you beside me. I can get used to it. Would love for it to happen every morning.

Sunday, [03:42PM]: You really love snorkeling, don’t you? Don’t even want to get out of that water. You’ll be sunburned if you’re not careful, baby.

Sunday, [08:23PM]: You fell asleep before room service arrived. I had to take a picture. I don’t think you know how much you affect me.

Monday, [03:12AM]: I woke up thinking you’re not here, but you are.

Monday, [09:34AM]: You locked yourself in the bathroom because I woke you up. Definitely the crankiest person ever. Wonder why you think that I’m the grumpy one here.

Monday, [02:22PM]: I’m working inside and you’re distracting me again. Stretching yourself half naked on the lounger. It’s not really fair.

Monday, [11:43PM]: Would you think I’m crazy when I tell you that I have fallen for you? Because I think I have. More so than I already had.

Yeah, those are definitely tears that streak down her face. She tries not to make it obvious to Ruby but she has her nose buried in the paper, so she should be good.

Tuesday, [11:43AM]: You woke me up with a smile. I’m the happiest when I get to be inside you. I urged you to send a picture to Ruby. But in reality, I want her and Sam to see it too. Little do you know that I already have many pictures of you in my phone. By the way, I love how you get wetter when I talk dirty to you.

Tuesday, [12:01PM]: I think I might love you.

Tuesday, [01:59PM]: Gearing up for my conference call but all I can think about is you in the pool.

Tuesday, [03:44PM]: I’m hearing your moans while you get massaged. This is torture.

Tuesday, [05:02PM]: I can’t stop myself from showering you with affection. I hope you don’t mind.

Tuesday, [07:23PM]: Waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. You take your sweet time but I don’t really care about it anyway. I’m sure you look stunning whatever you wear or put on your face. Prettiest thing if I ever did see one. I don’t know how I can make you understand that this is real. This is all me, and all of me wants all of you.

Wednesday, [02:11AM]: You looked absolutely stunning tonight. I’m sorry that she pulled your brother into this. That was never my intention. I was never going to hurt you or your family and I’m doing my best to help you protect him. And I try my best to protect you, too. You know, you managed to calm me down. I don’t know how you did that, but you did. I remember hearing your faint voice in my rage. And when I turned around, it’s only you that I saw. I told you that you’ll be able to go back to your old life soon. That’s true. I don’t want you to think that you can’t. I’d just prefer if you’d stay, but that’s not on me to decide.

Wednesday, [03:02AM]: Yeah, it’s definitely love.

Wednesday, [05:34AM]: I’m up because I’m partly nervous about meeting your brother.

Wednesday, [10:27AM]: You looked so peaceful in your sleep. I might have taken another picture. You asked if we can stay in bed a little longer and honestly, all I wanted in that moment was to cancel everyone and stay in bed with you.

Wednesday, [03:11PM]: On my way to go fishing with Jack. He’s a great guy. I like him a lot. He reminds me of you.

Wednesday, [07:18PM]: We’re back. We talked things through. He’s very protective of you. We both are. He knows how I feel for you. That’s all I want him to know. I want him to work at the company, he’s more than qualified.

Wednesday, [11:18PM]: Currently waiting for you to wash your face and come to bed. I love seeing you happy. It literally makes my day. Some might call it love. I think I do too.

Thursday, [02:24AM]: Can you tell why I’m always waking up in the middle of the night? Mostly it’s because I have to make sure that you’re still here. I meant it when I said that Jack could live with me. I hope that by that time you’ll still be living with me too. I’d love that, because I love you.

Thursday, [05:52AM]: I don’t know how I should feel about the new development. It means that what we have will be over soon, doesn’t it? What if I don’t want it to be over? Would you be game?

Thursday, [06:31AM]: I’ve made a decision. I want to keep you a little longer. Even if it’s only for two weeks. I know that I told you that you can go back into your old life. It’s because I’m a coward and can’t tell you the truth. If I had my way, I’d keep you forever but you make your own decisions.

Thursday, [10:34AM]: I lied about getting back and building a case. It’s only partly true. I want to take you to my parents, I want them to understand that there’s nothing fake about what we have. I want them to get off my case so I have one less thing to worry about. I’m sorry if that sounds selfish.

She has to pause to blow her nose. Ruby still doesn’t notice that she’s sobbing, because she’s on the phone now.

Friday, [04:21AM]: You’re still here. Thank god.

Friday, [04:21AM]: I love you.

Friday, [02:11PM]: I watch you splash around with Jack and Ruby. I can get used to seeing your genuine smile more often. I want you to be happy. You deserve everything good in your life.

Friday, [06:44PM]: You’re getting ready in the bathroom. I’m sad we’re going home tomorrow. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.

Saturday, [03:03AM]: We’ve made love but I’m up and I want more. I want to stay inside of you. I want to show you how much I love you.

Saturday, [07:10AM]: The alarm has already gone off twice. I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. I don’t even care if we’ll be late. It’s good like this. Waking up with you in my arms.

Saturday, [10:32AM]: You’re talking with Jack. I like that. I like to see you happy. Like to see him happy. It literally makes me happy seeing how you two treat each other. Jack knows that I only want the best for you. I hope he doesn’t tell you what we talked about, though. Because we would both have to kill you if one of us does.

Sunday, [02:01AM]: That backfired, didn’t it? You left and I didn’t hold you back. Not because I don’t want to. It’s because I don’t want you to think that I haven’t given you any options. I don’t want you to think that you’re not allowed to walk away, even when we have a contract. I want you to know that you can get out any time you want. I don’t care about the Amara case anymore. All I care about is for you to be happy.

Sunday, [04:33AM]: I can’t sleep. You’re not here.

Sunday, [10:28AM]: I don’t want you to think that me not calling you is because I don’t care. I do. But I want to give you the space you need, even if it kills me.

Sunday, [08:47PM]: It’s weird around here without you.

Monday, [03:49AM]: I’m still awake because I don’t know if I should go into work. You probably don’t want to see me, so I’m taking the day off. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you on Tuesday.

Monday, [03:51AM]: If you see your emails when you get to work, you’ll probably think that I’m crazy. It’s just… I’m not really good at expressing my feelings, and it’s especially hard when it comes to you. I get tongue tied and my heart does somersaults. I know that it’s unlike my work persona but that’s just how I am. That’s why I’m sending you emails, hoping that I can get you to understand how much you actually mean to me.

Monday, [04:00AM]: I wish you were here.

Monday, [04:01AM]: I love you.

Y/N’s full on wailing and even Ruby notices it now, how can she not?

“Babe, are you okay?” Her friend stands up and walks over to her, sees her screen with all the opened emails and reads some of them, “Oh my god, the boss is such a fucking sap!” They both have to chuckle.

Y/N fishes her phone out of her purse and thumbs over a number, “Tell me what he told you, Jack. I need to know!”

Her brother sighs on the other side, “Fine, but don’t tell him I told you!”

“I won’t,”

“He made sure that I understood his feelings for you. That it was never a fake marriage to him. He was just too nervous to ask you out and when that thing with Amara happened, he saw it as an opportunity to do the right thing. He’s thinking about marrying you for real if you want that in your future. But I told him that he had to get my blessings first — which I gave him by the end of the finishing trip.”

“Jack!”

“I’m sorry. He’s good, Y/N. You know how I’m always overprotective and I was with Dean, too. But his intentions are good. He told me how you met. He knows every little detail. He could even tell me what you wore that day. Dean knows more about you than you think he does. Hell, he knows more about you than I do!”

“Well, then he’s a stalker.” She scoffs.

“Y/N, you wouldn’t know what’s good if it hit you in your face.”

“Did you talk to Ruby?”

Jack laughs, “I don’t have to talk to Ruby to know that about you.”

“Okay, thanks, Jack.”

“Anytime, sis. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She hangs up and stands up from her chair to look at her friend, “Ruby?”

“Yeah, I can manage here. Go get him!”

Dean’s on the terrace, his hands on the railing. He’s already dressed in trousers and a button up shirt even though he has taken the day off. Old habits apparently die hard.

She slides the door open quietly.

“I was wondering if you’d show up,” He says and he turns around, rests his lower back against the railing. He’s not smiling.

Y/N walks closer, takes off her suit jacket and leaves it on the ground, feeling hot from running here. She already took off her shoes by the door. She’s sure that she’ll have blisters tomorrow.

His eyes are on her as he watches her clutching the railing next to him. She’s looking out when he’s looking towards his penthouse.

“How could I not?” She says after a long while and she hears him exhale.

“You’ve seen the emails.”

She nods, “I have,”

Dean turns around and moves behind her, places his hands on either side of hers and presses his body closer, caging her in. She feels him lowering his face, feels his lips on her throat. He kisses her and leaves them there. Her heart’s almost exploding.

“I don’t know how much you’ve heard before you left,” He’s talking about the dinner at his parents' place, she knows, “If you’d have stayed and listened longer, you would have heard me telling them that even though it’s fake, it feels fucking real to me. You would have heard me telling them that I wanted to ask you out properly and they would have to accept that I want you. That we were going to get an annulment and maybe one day I’ll get to pop the real question,”

“Would you want that?”

He chuckles, “More than you know. I’d love for you to come back and spend the next two weeks here until this is all over. And after that, I’d love for you to stay. But also I’m not holding you back. If you want out, I’m gonna tell Sam to release you out of the contract.”

She turns in his grip and wraps her arms around his waist, places her cheek on his chest. Dean’s heart is beating as fast as hers.

After a while, she looks up at him, stands on her tip toes and kisses his cheek.

“I hope that means that you’re coming back,” He smirks at her.

“You want me to come back.”

“I’m lonely when you’re not here. I want you to move in, for good, if you want. Come on, tell me what it takes for me to get you to come back.”

She thinks about it. It would be too soon to move in with him and right into his room, no? She raises her eyebrows, “I still want my own room.”

“It’s yours. You can have all the rooms you want.Maybe you want a room for your novels?” He’s laughing and she punches his chest.

Y/N gnaws on her bottom lip, “I want to take Fridays off occasionally because I want to see Jack more often,”

He purses his lips into a thin line and grins, “Granted,”

She looks at him, squints her eyes.

Dean chuckles, “Come on, what else? We’re negotiating. I like that,”

“Okay, when I say I want my space, you gotta give me that,”

“Of course,”

“No making fun of my books.” She’s pouting.

“I would never. At least not anymore.”

She looks at him to see him holding in a laugh.

“I don’t want you to treat me different to the other employees,”

Dean frowns, “You contradict yourself, because you basically just asked me for Fridays off.”

“That’s different,” She grins and he throws his head back to laugh, and she adds, “I don’t want you to wait for me every morning, because I don’t want to start as early as you do.”

“That, I can do. Try to be quiet so as not to wake up cranky — got it.” He winks, which earns him another punch to the chest.

“I might be pregnant,” She drops it like it’s fucking hot and Dean’s smile disappears. She goes on before he can utter a word, “And I know that you don’t want kids so I don’t even know what to think of it.”

Dean’s brow meets in the middle of his forehead, “Who said that I don’t want kids?”

“You? When you were telling it to Chuck and Naomi to excuse my outburst.”

He breathes out a weak smile, “That was just that, an excuse,” He kisses her forehead, “I would take full responsibility if you are. Maybe I’m hoping that you really are? Would it be bad?”

“Well, yeah? I’m not ready yet.” She gestures wildly with her hands.

Dean pecks her lips, smiling before he digs around in his pants, goes down to his knees and she’s full on frowning.

“Do you wanna marry me, for real?”

“No, Dean,” She says but she smiles, “I don’t want that. At least not yet.”

If Dean’s surprised by her saying no to him, he doesn’t let on. He stands up, takes her hand and slips the rings back onto her finger anyway because they’re still pretending for the next two weeks. His arms come around her and she hugs him in return, pressing the side of her face against his chest, listens to the staccato beat of his heart, “I won’t stop asking, though. You know I can be persistent.”

Oh yeah, she knows that. She buries her face into his shirt, breathes in his scent and mumbles, “Why do you want to marry me for real?” She has to ask. She’s too curious now.

“Because,” Dean holds her a little tighter, kisses the crown of her head, “You deserve good things and I wanna be one of them.”

She chuckles, “Jack told me what you talked about.”

“And he didn’t kill you?” Dean squints his eyes at her. He looks comical, it makes her smile, and then he adds, “That’s not what we agreed on, dammit, Jack!”

Dean’s laughing and she punches his chest, “Is it true that you know every detail of how we met?”

“Yeah,” He moves to kiss her forehead when she looks up, “When I told the reporters on our first social outing that I fell for you the moment you bumped into me, and I told you later that I fell for you when you smiled at me? That’s all true. It took me a week to go into that damn coffee shop, always backed out before I got to the door so many times. And then, when I finally found the courage and stepped in, you greeted me with a smile. However, the smile disappeared when you saw that it was me.”

She grins at the memories, “I was scared that you want me to pay for your ruined suit. I don’t have that kind of money,”

He chuckles, “That’s okay. I was going to ask you out then, but I chickened out. So instead, I offered you a job, thinking that if I’m too nervous to ask you out, maybe I can have you close and see you every day. Your smile is addictive. I thought that I was going to work on my courage in asking you out. Or maybe I thought that seeing you every day might put me off, maybe I thought that I’d see a side of you I don’t like, but that never happened. I liked every fucking thing about you. It had been a year and I still hadn’t asked you out.”

Dean lowers his forehead to her shoulders and her hand goes up to stroke his head.

“You’re so good with words, how come you couldn’t?”

“Because,” He looks up again, kisses her, “I had such a huge crush on you, and every time I was around you, I was angry at myself for not being able to ask you out.”

“‘S that's why you were so grumpy all the time?”

He lets out a huff of air, “Yeah,”

“You’re the worst,” She smiles.

“I know,” Dean says, “But I’m much more confident now,” He kisses her again. His lips feel familiar on her own, “What do you say. Reckon you can skip work for the day? I’m taking you on a date, I heard you like aquariums?”

Y/N really does. How does he even know?

Frowning, she looks at him, “I don’t know, my boss can be a dick sometimes. He probably won't give me the day off.”

Dean grins, licks his lips before they curve into a big and wide smile, he kisses her forehead, her nose, her lips, “Baby, I’d give you the world.”

FIN

EPILOGUE

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A/B/O Worldbuilding

Every omegaverse author has their own spin on the idea, so here is mine! Feel free to use the ideas in your own writing. I really love world building as a whole as well as the omegaverse concept, so it kind of spiraled out of control ;).

These are just my own ideas so please don’t come after me if you don’t agree with something. I’m not asking anyone to use these ideas over their own.

It’s 9 pages so I’m putting the rest under a read more.

BIOLOGY:

What makes dynamic individuals different from others is the enlarged and highly developed limbic system. This part of the brain controls emotions, memory, and the endocrine and some of the olfactory reception. This is why they are so hormonal, experience deep emotional connections, and depend on smell for lots of information gathering and processing. It also explains why changes in hormones go along with changes in a person’s smell. The link to memory could mean that reincarnation may play a part, though researchers are still investigating.

Males are alphas or betas, females are betas or omegas. A person’s dynamic can be mutually exclusive to their personality, so you can have a really brutish and headstrong woman (such a personality does not always mean “alpha”), she’s just more likely to be a beta rather than an omega.

Both sexes have scent glands. Depending on the sex, the glands will be slightly different shapes, sizes, and in different locations (infographs at the end).

Males have canines and claws that extend during excitement or high emotion. If the canines extend far enough, they cause the gums around the teeth to split and bleed. The size, shape, and curvature of the fangs varies from person to person.

Omegas have canines and claws, but they are much smaller.

Rarely a person will have two sets of fangs, their canines and their lateral incisors. These people are always alphas.

Omegas have a “terror-mone” that is automatically emitted when she experiences extreme fear. It is very potent and far-traveling, and the idea is to alert others to come to her aid and overwhelm the opposing alpha’s senses until he backs off. People liken it to pouring bleach down their throat and in their eyes or getting pepper-sprayed.

Scent changes upon a person’s emotions.

Pheromones are emitted from scent glands. Pheromones are processed as a smell and therefore are a kind of scent, but are not directly linked with a person’s emotions. For example, even if an alpha is scared, he can produce comfort pheromones for those nearby.

Scent glands are very complex, high-value organs. They produce a person’s pheromones, scent, hold a mark, and are linked directly with a person’s mental and physical state because of the high density of nerve endings. Rather than check under the tongue or forehead for temperature, the most accurate way is to press the scent glands. Because of the nerve endings found there, they are sensitive to touch and overstimulation.

Scent glands sometimes need to be expressed in order to expel the build-up of pheromones in the blood. This is done via deep pressure or puncturing the skin with fangs or claws. The most effective place is the large scent gland on the neck but any scent gland will work. It is usually done by the significant other since the originator craves that physical intimacy and emotional closeness, but in their absence the person will do it themselves with their claws or by simply massaging the area.

If not expressed, the expired pheromones will build up in the blood and eventually cause anxiety, blurred vision, very high or low temperature, exposing canines and claws, intense trembling, and lethargy to the point of passing out. Essentially the person becomes very sick. The scent glands become puffy, sensitive, and the skin turns rosy as if sunburned.

Males produce venom from their canines and claws. Others of the same rank will be adversely affected by it, but those of the opposite rank are positively affected. The venom alphas produce can cause omegas to become catatonic if present in large enough quantities.

In extreme cases, alphas can go into R.I.L.A (Rut Induced Loss of Awareness), whereby they lose awareness of who they are, where they are, and what they should and shouldn't do. It’s a crazed trance-like state where reasoning is impossible and they act without inhibition.

Scenting is when one person wants to outwardly show everyone that someone is taken by them. It involves rubbing a person’s scent onto the skin of the other’s scent glands and body in general. This rubbing looks like nuzzling when done with the face, but can be done with any part of the body really. For two people to rub scent glands together is a very powerful experience. It strengthens bonds and dissuades outsiders from attempting to court one of them. An alpha’s desire to scent is stronger than an omegas, but they both do it. The desire to scent someone is an infallible sign that they have feelings for the person.

Marking is when an alpha intends to devote himself to that person for the rest of his life. The urge only develops when there is an extremely intimate bond between two people, and also involves emotional ties. Marks do fade and need to be replaced. There are creams that help the mark last longer, and people can buy an expensive contraption that has the dental impression of the alpha and can create a mark-like impression, but there is no scent of the alpha and it doesn’t last as long as the real thing. Nevertheless, people use it--on the daily, sometimes--when the alpha is gone for a long period of time. Omegas can mark too, but don’t really have an urge to do so. Marking can be done by the parents when the child is young and looking for comfort, but is done on the arm or wrist typically instead of the neck, as is typically used by romantic partners.

Marking isn’t for life, since marks need to be updated, but they do insinuate a very strong bond with the intentions of being long-term, since marks last about a year. You also feel that person’s emotional state while the mark is active, so you’re committing to that when you mark.

A mark may not last as long as normal if the omega is stressed. The increased adrenaline pulls the remnants of the alphas venom out of her system more quickly and some may not last six months given the right stressors.

Marking works because he gives her his venom, and she gives him her blood, so the omega doesn’t need to also mark the alpha, but sometimes will in the heat of the moment. Through scent glands the emotions of that person can be felt by the other, because scent glands contain high concentrations of nerve cells.

Even if an omega is already marked, the feeling of being marked is the same as the first time if it's by the same alpha.

If an omega is marked by another alpha while the previous mark is still strong, the omega will experience extreme pain as the two opposing venoms fight for dominance. It can take days, but one will always win. The venom of the alpha the omega is more attached to has a better chance of winning the battle, but it isn’t always certain.

Once a person has been marked (especially for the first time) the bond between the two is exceptionally fragile and should be carefully fostered by time spent together and physical contact.

Eyes dilate in response to many things. Typically it is a sign of physical relaxation in response to affection. It is also a major sign of trust, since severe dilation can cause the vision to blur. Dilation can be forced though, for instance when copious amounts of pheromones are in the air.

Preening refers to when a person is showing off to their significant other, and the physical change a person goes through when another person notices and/or appreciates their efforts. The face becomes flushed, they’re eyes may dilate, and muscles tighten in an effort to flex. Claws and fangs will lengthen in an effort to show physical fitness. Males preen to show their prowess and fitness to the female. Females focus on the dedication of a male to care for her needs, but canines are a symbol of the male’s ability to protect her, so when males preen, their canines drop and aren’t usually easy to retract.

Purring occurs when a person is either very content or wishes to make another person content. A person can talk while this is happening, but it can be difficult to understand. Omegas have a special frequency of purr that promotes healing and stress-relief.

There is a kind of deeper purring that only occurs between a pair of deeply bonded, typically romantically involved, individuals. It is a subconscious choice, so the first time a person does it, it usually comes as a surprise. Because it takes more muscles (the diaphragm, chest muscles, lungs, and larynx all work together) a person is more incapasitated than with normal purring, so it carries a connotation of deep trust in the receiver. Usually only alphas do this, but omegas can do it too. Because the muscles associated with talking are all occupied, it can make talking nearly impossible.

Glating (from the latin “gadio” for sword) is an intimidation tactic used between alphas so they may not have to resort to physical violence. It can also be used to prove an alpha’s rank to another so they are seen as a serious competitor/threat. This also affects a person’s ability to talk. It is an involuntary reaction like blinking, so trying to stop one’s self from doing it is a challenge. The term comes from the intense volume, causing it to reverberate around the surrounding area.

When omegas feel an overpowering urge to protect something they can become “theta”, where their reflexes and willpower skyrocket and they become little crazed animals

Children first present around 18/19 years of age, and experience their first heats/ruts about a year later. Over the span of a week or so they get extremely uncomfortable in their own skin. Their temperature rises and their gums become inflamed, tender, and swollen. Senses randomly sharpen before going back to normal. When they finally “tune”, it happens in a single instance. The body temperature peaks until they literally steam. The influx of emotions, senses, and hormones means they flee until they feel safe. It normally doesn’t last more than a couple hours. Typically, alphas will have an intense need to protect that which they consider part of their territory. It may be a person like a sibling, a girlfriend, or a parent, or it may be a location like their house or the nest of someone they love. Omegas feel insecure and unsafe and look to be with someone they feel safe with. Omegas won’t even want to leave that person’s arms.

Traumatic or transformative moments can force a person to change presentations. Sometimes the change is permanent, sometimes it lasts only a little while (weeks or months). They are referred to as “alternate alpha/omega/beta”.

Bunting is the term for a kind of head-butting, similar to what cats do, that works as a subtle yet deep sign of affection.

Moroi is a term for the sickness that overcomes a person’s body when intense negative emotions stem from one’s mate (i.e. rejection, cheating, fear of that person, falling out of love). It comes from the mythological term for a phantom ghost that leaves its grave to drain energy from the living. Side effects include extreme lethargy and phantom chest pains. The severity varies and the treatment is supportive care (rest, fluids). Some may even fall into a resting trance of sorts. It is very rare that a person dies, but sometimes the extreme phantom pains never go away.

A person’s smell changes depending on how they feel. It may be neutral (clean linens), happy, sad, angry, fearful, physical pain (copper or metallic), love, etc.

Every male possesses a knot.

Tonic immobility (aka ‘megaspace or the Rapture) is the term for how an omega becomes placid, calm, and compliant. It happens when lots of alpha pheromones act as a depressant to the brain by ‘bleeding out’ from the limbic system to the rest of the brain. It happens more easily when the alpha is someone she has great trust in. The depressant side-effect means the omega experiences an addicting calm-high. Alphas can experience this to an extent, but not with the same intensity. There is a problem with omegas experiencing tonic immobility and then, unable to have it again for whatever reason, turns to drugs and/or become prostitutes in an attempt to reach that high again.

Going feral is the layman's term for the very beginning stages of R.I.L.A.. It isn’t nearly as dangerous as the real thing but should certainly be recognized so that the alpha doesn’t drop further into his instincts. It’s how alphas prep their bodies for battle by flooding the system with testosterone and other chemicals. When glating doesn’t work, alphas may become feral in an effort to scare off another alpha before things become physical, but it generally happens any time an alpha senses an omega becoming upset with no sign of the situation getting any better. It also happens when he feels the need to go to an omega but is prevented from doing so. Lessening nearby stimuli is the solution to feralization, as well as scenting with the omega that he is worried about if she isn’t already with someone.

CUSTOMS AND SOCIETAL PRACTICES

If there are normal people, then many are struggling with where to place dynamic people. Are they a subspecies? A baser kind of human, or the next step in evolution?

Bites occur to the neck because the blood flow is large, fast, and goes directly into feeding the brain. This makes it the perfect spot to deposit the pheromones in venom. This can make the recipient a little loopy and very compliant, making consent problems an issue. Alphas have an especially hard time because consent is such a popular thing these days, but waiting and worrying about the omega and giving her the power makes him anxious and emotionally unhappy because it goes against his nature to hold back. Alphas gain purpose and satisfaction from knowing what their omega wants innately, and omegas crave an alpha that will take the lead and make them feel safe and cared for.

Touching another’s scent glands expresses a deep bond between two people. To touch one when the owner doesn’t want you to is a big taboo.

An alpha’s instinct is to look after, an omegas is to be looked after. For this reason it is especially heinous for an alpha to harass an omega, because it goes against their instinct. To deliberately do something that frightens an omega takes a great deal of willpower because the smell of fear an omega produces is strong enough to stop the assailant from continuing.

Bouts of extreme rage can happen if someone harms another’s mate.

A person’s mate is considered off-limits and to break that law is extremely terrible.

An adverse reaction to intense negative emotions can cause an omega to cope with the overwhelming empathy she feels by mentally shutting down. It is an emotional block from all the emotions she feels of others and the desire to have everyone go back to being happy.

Scenting is considered extremely intimate. To interrupt a couple when they are scenting is considered very embarrassing. Usually, it is incorporated into a couple’s daily routine.

If an alpha wants to show another alpha that an omega is taken, he will mark her in front of the other alpha.

In modern culture, the size and thinness/thickness of canines don’t usually matter, but heavily curved and long ones are considered conventionally attractive.

In a relationship, the first time a person purrs for the other is considered a big step in the relationship.

Dynamics (a.k.a. “Dynams” for the hip youngsters) is the name for the class that every student must complete. Like any history or science class, it is part of the class schedule and is taken throughout high school. It teaches students about dynamics, how to be an alpha/beta/omega, and what each class means for a person. History of scientific discoveries and important figures are also discussed as they relate to it.

When an omega feels safe enough to nest, that is cause for celebration. It is only celebrated between the couple, however. When a young person finishes tuning, their parents typically have some kind of celebration. Marking involves a celebration where anyone can be invited or involved (with all the relatives, or just the couple).

TECHNOLOGY

Suppressants nullify most all the side effects of heats and ruts. It takes an hour or two to take effect and should be taken once per day (uncommonly, people up the dose if they feel they need to for whatever reason). Suppressants are different for alphas and omegas, since one needs to calm down and one needs to be more awake and not so placid.

Rut gear involves a type of bite guard and metal nail caps that go over the fingers. This makes them safe for others and prevents damage to others and property.

“Scent stones” are special kinds of rock that absorb scent really well. They are worn for extended periods of time by a person before being given to the other, where they are worn against a scent gland in the wrist to provide comfort and protection. After a week or so of being worn by another person, the scent fades, at which point the stones are switched between the two people.

“Phero-bombs” are grenades of concentrated scent to subdue raging alpha(s)

Bouts of extreme protective instinct--brought on by an overwhelming urge to protect an injured or scared loved one may get bad enough to only be stopped by vials of an omega’s concentrated pheromones. If this is a known/recurring problem, vials are drawn in advance to be injected into the alpha to bring him out of it and calm him down if need be. There are special divisions of S.W.A.T teams to deal with this.

Omegas can wear a type of scarf that is rigid on the inside and won’t release unless the scent stones in it detect enough feel-good pheromones from the omega.

RUTS AND HEATS

Males experience ruts, females experience heats (no matter the presentation)

Heats/ruts happen 4 times per year

Heats are characterized by muscle weakness, muscle cramps, and/or skittish behavior. Ruts are characterized by irritability, increased reflexes/senses, heightened physical strength, and/or short temper. Both sides experience varying degrees of restlessness. Alphas will often spend the nights unable to sleep, watching over the omega as the protective instincts take over, they’re canines also grow and can’t retract. Omegas’ scent glands will swell and become tender, and will sleep a lot. When omegas are awake, they fidget and crave company. The sense of touch becomes hyperactive, making every surface prickly and uncomfortable. Below is a chart to help better visualize the contrasts and similarities.

NESTING

Nesting occurs when an omega feels 100% at ease in the presence of an alpha. It requires the subconscious to be perfectly content as well, so it takes a long time for an omega to get to the point. When it does happen, it counts as a major step and is normally followed by celebration.

It’s a big deal if the omega verbally shares her nest with her alpha. Either by offering for him to enter or saying “our nest” can basically cause an alpha to fall to his knees.

When an alpha wants his omega to nest, or thinks she might do soon, or while she is nesting, he will go about trying to prove he can protect and care for her. This involves doting on her, showing her affection, bringing things for the nest, or otherwise showing his fitness. The omega will carefully consider his offerings for her nest. If she doesn’t take any of his offerings, it means he didn’t do a good enough job proving himself to her. For this reason, having an omega view and scrutinize his offerings is very stressful for the alpha.

Below is a chart for the different ways alphas and omegas behave.

Scent gland locations (in blue):

Female (17 total):

Male (12 total):

#omegaverse #A/B/O verse #a/b/o

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owl-with-a-pen · 3 years

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Hi! I just read the fanfic about Brainy and Nia going to the future and meeting their daughter, I know you posted it a long time ago, I'm just new to tumblr, so if you can I want you to do a fic about the future, where Brainy's daughter and Nia is 5 years old. And it would be cool to see the antics that her daughter does.XD

- Sorry this took so long to fulfil, but yes! I’m sure she’d get into all sorts and this story probably only scrapes the surface! Thank you for the prompt x

Nia had always preferred the night over the day; maybe it was just her Naltorian side talking, but she’d always felt there was a certain peacefulness about the night-time that just couldn’t be replicated in daylight.

That definitely hadn’t changed since Nova had come into the picture.

The daytime had always been busy for a number of reasons. Balancing work and family life, balancing family and hero life - balancing work, family and hero life. But, now that Nova had reached an age where she was starting to explore her natural curiosities, Nia and Brainy hadn’t had the luxury of focusing on anything else. At five years old, they couldn’t let their daughter out of their sight for one second of the day.

The second the sun went down, though?

Nova’s sleeping pattern had always been pretty steady, and once she was out - she was out. She’d definitely gotten that from Nia’s side of the family. After all, Brainy didn’t really need all that much sleep, although he had admitted to her on more than one occasion that he enjoyed resting at her side, retreating to his inner network at hours Nia would otherwise be sleeping, working on small tasks and calculations reminiscent of an actual dream-state. In that way, he could still be close with her during the night, and Nia valued that time together immensely.

Of course, the fact Brainy didn’t actually need those extra hours had made him the best dad ever when it came to late-night wake-up calls courtesy of one baby Nova.

She still wasn’t old enough for them to know for certain the extent of her abilities; Brainy had predicted they wouldn’t fully develop fully until her teen years. Honestly, though? Nia didn’t care what powers Nova had; she was perfect no matter what.

Nia watched from the doorway that evening as Nova cuddled against Brainy on the bed. Her blonde hair was getting so long now, falling in relaxed waves down to her elbows, and the light green tone of her skin was almost washed out entirely by the soft purple of her nightlight on the bedside table. She was curled into Brainy’s chest, chewing idly on her thumbnail, her dark eyes scanning along inquisitively to the passages he was reading aloud to her. Nia smiled privately to herself; Brainy really got into character when reading Nova to sleep, making a big show with grand gesticulations and silly voices, even when the book of choice for tonight was an account on quantum mechanics from Carlo Rovelli’s collection.

Nova had a unique taste in literature, that was for sure and, while she was definitely getting a taste for mathematics and physics, she also still enjoyed simpler story telling. Nia and Brainy had decided to switch up who read to her each night. Sometimes, they’d choose something on Brainy’s bookshelf, and other times they would go for stories catered for a younger – human - mind, like The Far Away Tree, or even folk stories like Little Red Riding Hood or Goldilocks.

Nova really liked Goldilocks; Nia must have read it to her at least twelve times this month alone.

As Nova let out a big yawn, relaxing further into her dad’s side, Nia caught Brainy’s eye, jerking her chin towards the door.

He nodded his understanding, continuing his narration as Nia ducked out of the room, heading towards the living room where Alex was waiting for her, already working open a bottle of red.

“How is she?” Alex asked, sizing up her wine glass as she began to fill it up generously.

“She should be asleep soon,” Nia said. “But, uh, Brainy sometimes runs Q and A sessions with her if she stays awake through a whole chapter.”

Alex snorted. “Only for Nova would I find that concept adorable.”

Nia collapsed onto the sofa, snatching her wine glass immediately. She reached out expectantly to Alex, grinning when she rolled her eyes, ditching her own wine glass to fill up Nia’s.

“Why, thank you,” Nia said, tucking her legs up beneath her.

Alex tipped her own glass with a wry smile. “It’s my pleasure, really.”

Nia took a long sip, savouring the rich taste. They couldn’t exactly go off the walls with a toddler sleeping next door, but right now, anything that could offer her a brief period of relaxation, Nia was more than eager to accept. She swirled her glass thoughtfully. “You know,” she murmured, “Brainy’ll probably need something a little stronger to take the edge off.”

“Oh, way ahead of you,” Alex said, shifting to the edge of her respective sofa to grab a bottle she had stowed away inside her backpack. She placed it on the coffee table with a flourish, giving Nia the opportunity to try and decipher the alien script scrawled across the label. “Kara recommended this,” Alex said, raising a finger. “Please do not ask me what it’s called, because I will not be able to pronounce it.”

Nia snorted, taking another sip of her own regular alcohol. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“He better, this stuff wasn’t cheap.” Alex smirked, leaning back into the sofa. “How have you guys been, anyway? I feel like this is the first time we’ve seen each other in months.”

Nia opened her mouth, only to frown. Had it really been that long? All the days had been blurring together recently, and yet each one seemed to be separated by something inexplicably unique in its own right – courtesy of one overly curious toddler.

Nia wasn’t even sure she could remember the last time she’d visited the Tower, and going out for patrol or even something as simple as date night was so far off the table right now, it might as well have been in another galaxy. There wasn’t a sitter in the city willing to take on a genius, alien five-year-old with a penchant for mischief.

To Alex, Nia only shrugged. “Nova’s just been needing a lot of our attention lately. Well, all of it, actually. Or else she’ll burn the apartment down.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Wait, like seriously burn the apartment down?” When Nia pursed her lips, Alex’s mouth fell open. “Is that normal?”

Nia rolled her eyes, leaning back into the cushions. “According to Brainy, yeah. Coluans express themselves through their intellect, and Nova’s been flexing that muscle a lot lately. Brainy thinks it’s a good sign, that she’ll probably rise to the twelfth-level, but we don’t exactly have much for a frame of reference, y’know?”

“Well, you have Brainy,” Alex considered. “How was he raised?”

Nia shifted uncomfortably, averting her gaze. She took a long sip of her wine to fill the silence. “Uh,” she said softly. “That’s sort of a… sore topic, actually.” She bit her lip, running her thumb along her glass’s neck. “He had robot caregivers for the most part.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

By the subdued look on Alex’s face, Nia knew she didn’t want to butt in with any more questions on the subject of Brainy’s upbringing. Brainy had certainly shared a portion of his childhood with his friends, at least enough for them to know that his parents were not a topic up for discussion if he could help it.

Even with Brainy occupied with Nova in the other room, Alex didn’t appear comfortable to continue the direction of their conversation.

Nia chuckled softly, trying to clear the air. “Anyway,” she said quickly, steering them back on topic, “there isn’t an earth-equivalent to a robot nanny here; well… except for…” She stopped herself suddenly, resisting the urge to grin.

Alex narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Except for what?”

Nia shook her head, pressing a finger to her lips to keep from laughing outright. The wine was definitely starting to do its job - not thirty minutes ago, thinking about this would have only stressed her out. She reached for the wine bottle, eager to keep this high going for as long as humanly possible, topping up her glass. As soon as it was full, Nia took another long swig, breathing deeply as the wine warmed her chest. “Kelex,” she said on her next exhale, unable to keep the smile from her voice.

Alex laughed incredulously. “Wait, what? Kel- Kelex? From the Fortress?” She shuffled to the edge of her seat, almost conspiratorially. “Doesn’t Brainy hate that thing?”

Nia shrugged half-heartedly.

Alex’s eyes widened. “Why does he hate that thing?”

That question seemed to ground her, at least. Nia winced. She was pretty sure they were skirting back along unsavoury territory. “He was never totally clear with me,” she admitted, staring down into her glass, “but I’m pretty sure Kelex reminds him of his own caregivers. They – uh – didn’t exactly get along.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, it doesn’t even matter. Brainy was happy to entertain the idea, but the second Kara brought Kelex over, Nova was obsessed with the thing. She rewired it in like… twenty minutes.”

Alex stared. “She’s five, right?”

“She’s also half Coluan,” Nia reminded her, toasting her glass in Alex’s direction. “Dismantling machinery is better than any toy I could buy her.” She closed her eyes at that, pulling a face. “I left her in the bathroom for ten minutes today to shower and by the time I got out, she’d turned my hairdryer into a blowtorch.”

Alex winced into her wine glass. “Oof.”

“She’s just curious,” Nia said quickly, rubbing idly at her forehead. Was she really getting a wine headache already? God, she was really out of practice. “She’s exploring her intellect,” Nia said eventually. “It’s healthy for her and I wanna encourage that, I do—” She sighed heavily. “It’s just…”

“Exhausting?”

Nia smiled bleakly. “That obvious, huh?”

“Then, take a break,” Alex insisted.

Nia stared at her levelly. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Hey,” Alex said with a smirk, pushing the wine bottle over to Nia’s side of the table. “Start with this. Finish the whole thing. Trust me, I have more.”

When Nia laughed, Alex glanced up at her, eyes flashing with a smile. “And, if you guys need a real break, you know that Kelly and I would be happy to help out.”

“You sure about that?” Nia asked warily. “Remember what I just said about the blowtorch?”

“You think a bit of fire’s going to scare me off?” Alex challenged. She leant back, gesturing to herself with relaxed emphasis. “Don’t forget, I shared a bathroom with an incredibly overpowered alien for years. Hell, I used to work for a super-secret government organisation that kept alien prisoners.” She placed her glass back onto the coffee table, folding her arms with a confident nod. “I’m pretty sure Kelly and I can handle a five-year-old super genius.” She winked. “And, if we can’t, we can always rely on Auntie Kara.”

Nia nearly snorted into her glass. She remembered a few choice stories from Auntie Kara revolving her valiant attempt at babysitting for Cat Grant’s son when she’d still been a PA. Something about him ending up on a train that had had a bomb strapped to it? Considering Nova already knew her Auntie Kara was Supergirl, the novelty of being saved from a near death experience would probably still hinge on traumatic, rather than invigorating.

Although, Nia had to admit, the idea of a break – however small – sounded pretty great right about now. She loved Nova with all of her heart, but having even just a few hours with Brainy to herself where she was actually conscious enough to enjoy them would have been amazing.

Still, she couldn’t help but picture Alex and Kelly struggling to figure out how to appease Nova’s more unique interests.

She smirked to herself, pressing her lips against the rim of her glass. “It’s your funeral,” she murmured.

Alex’s cheeks were already a little rosy from the wine and Nia knew she probably wasn’t faring much better. Still, before Alex could promise away any more of her free time, Nova’s door opened and, a moment later, out crept one very dishevelled looking Coluan.

Nia beamed from ear-to-ear. She stood, pausing when the world pitched a little around her. Wine drunk. There was no denying it, she was definitely wine drunk.

After carefully placing her glass on the coffee table, Nia made her way over to the bedroom door. She ran her hand down Brainy’s arm, squeezing gently. “Is she asleep?” she whispered.

Brainy’s expression was warm. He smiled softly, bowing his head. “I believe her excitement today tired her out more than she anticipated.”

Nia chuckled. That was the least surprising statement she’d heard all day. She turned towards the door, peeking inside. Nova’s nightlight was still on, enough to illuminate the profile of her round face snuggled against her pillow where she’d half cocooned herself in blankets only seconds after Brainy had no doubt tucked her in.

Her little mouth hung open slightly, silent breaths escaping her lips. Nia could spy the ears of her own childhood teddy bear poking out from beneath the blankets, hugged tightly to Nova’s chest.

Nia squeezed Brainy’s arm once more before sneaking into the room, summoning a swell of dream energy in her fist to keep from tripping over any mislaid toys or, more likely now she thought about it, machine parts.

Nia smiled; Brainy had promised to fix Kelex for Kara tomorrow. Despite his grievances towards the robot, he still felt guilty over the extent to which Nova had indulged her curiosities. They’d already sat her down to explain to her why what she had done wasn’t appropriate behaviour, and Nova had seemed to understand. Enough that she’d pouted when they’d told her she wouldn’t be able to go with Brainy to the Fortress to help fix Kelex in the morning. The last thing Nia wanted was for Nova to get her hands on the kinds of weapons Kara and Clark had hidden there. Nia had nearly blasted a hole through the wall on accident in controlled conditions when Brainy had been training her, she could only imagine what kind of destruction Nova could cause if she was set loose in there.

It was strange to think all of that had only been a few hours ago. Now, Nova slept peacefully, odd ends of blonde hair strewn across her face.

Nia reached out, tucking those strands behind Nova’s ears. She perched herself on the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss against her daughter’s forehead. Nova scrunched her nose slightly before relaxing again, and Nia had to bite her lip hard to keep from making any sound.

She was perfect. Even with the chaos today had brought, Nia wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Sleep tight, Firestarter,” she murmured fondly.

When Nia returned to the doorway, she found Brainy waiting for her. She grinned, linking her hand with his. “Come with me,” she said, tugging him along towards the living room. “We have alien wine.” She raised her voice enough for Alex to hear. “And guess who just offered to babysit?”

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #brainia #nia nal #brainiac 5 #alex danvers #oc: nova #my prompts #anon #i'm basically breaking through my writer's block with force of will #i really liked the idea of alex just being like i know exactly what brainy and nia need: alcohol #honestly what a legend

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Finding a New Routine

Hello all! I hope you found some time to relax this weekend-- you deserve it! I wanted to post a little about routines as the new semester is upon us. I think one of the biggest challenges of a new semester is finding a schedule and staying on top of everything, so I've made a bit of a list of things that help me adjust.

1. Prepare

I like to get a head-start by compiling my resources before classes begin. Browse Ligben to see if you can download your textbooks for free. Check your stock of pens and notebooks and printer ink-- the fewer errands you have to run, the smoother your first week will go! That being said, don't run yourself ragged preparing for every eventuality; sometimes you'll need something you didn't anticipate, and that's fine! Also, if you can't find a textbook for free (or dirt cheap), you may be able to split one with a classmate (or get a pdf copy) once classes begin, so sometimes it's worth waiting a couple of days before you buy anything.

2. Visual representation

Keeping my responsibilities in my head is unreliable at best, so I tend to lay out my shedule visually. A planner is personally sufficient: when my classes are, when I work, when I meet with professors and study groups, etc. Before I've found a routine, it's hard for me to keep track of everything without writing it down, so I don't leave it to chance! If planners aren't your thing, I've seen a lot of successful people use spreadsheets, sticky-notes, and phone reminders. Find what works for you!

3. Keep it simple.

I fall prey to the urge to get my entire life together all at once. I often take on too many changes at first: trying to meal prep every day, go to the gym, start every assignment immediately after receiving it. But I try to remind myself to take it slow! Prioritize the most important aspects of your shedule and then find pockets where you can integrate other parts of your life. It's okay to miss a gym session or step back from your social life to pin down a study shedule. Eventually, you'll find you have plenty of extra time to spend on those things, but only once the basics are nailed down.

4. Be patient!

You might feel completely scattered at first and that's fine! I always panic a bit at the beginning, wondering how I'll fit it all in. But as the days become weeks, you'll adjust to the new routine and it will come easily. Fortunately, semesters tend to start a bit slow, so take advantage of the leeway to fudge a little and find your stride! Being patient with yourself and giving yourself permission to make mistakes is important, especially during periods of stress and change.

Feel free to add to this if you have any other strategies! I am by no means an expert, and I'm always looking for new ideas.

Happy studying!

#brackenblythe #studyblr #studytips #academia #long post #student #sheduling #organization #study inspo #rytalks

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heyletsbeorganised · 5 years

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Organisation and Planning

Have a planner or some area where you can write your plans for the day so you can easily see when you have a class or event.

Update your planner/ calendar every day

Have weekly to do lists. I taped mine in each week of my planner so i can see all tasks and events in the one glance.

Clean your desk or work space every night or after a session, this way it’s so much easier to get started the next day.

Have a post it note near you to jot down important things you remember for you to do later that way you don’t get sidetracked.

Get out any power cords, pens, food etc. that you need for a study sesh before you start.

Stick on your wall a list of upcoming assignments or class work due dates and tick of as you do them, or post it note them and remove when done.

Break down tasks on lists so it seems more achievable.

Always make a plan before starting an assignment, maybe a mind map of what needs to be done and where you’ll get what info. I love doing this for essays.

Make sure you know what things you need to do before each class whether its reading or printing slides, come prepared.

Keep all notes for a subject together whether in a folder or digitally, this will help in exam season and don’t leave papers in your bag to be forgotten about.

Empty your bag everyday and put handouts or information in its appropriate place.

Studying

Pomodoro! Most people i know do the 30 mins study 5 min break but this has always been too short of time for me to accomplish something with too little of a break so i tend to do 45 or 60 minutes with a 10 minute break which is pretty much the same time it just works better for me.

ASMR! i know this sounds cringe or cliche but asmr can be super relaxing and provides that white noise that we like without listening to music which may prove distracting. I suggest the Harry potter common room ones they are beautiful.

Attitude. This is so important because if you go into studying pessimistically you will end up annoyed, go in with the mindset of getting a lot done and reaching your goals.

A pretty work space is a used work space, well at least for me. When my walls are covered with artwork and my desk is neat i feel most motivated, cleaning your desk is a small task that might inspire you to get working.

Candles, see above.

Watch YouTube videos on the subject you're studying, for visual and auditory learners this is especially helpful.

Make summaries after your notes, mainly focusing on explicit points in the syllabus.

Make sure your summaries are done as you complete the course work so you are prepared for exam season.

A few weeks before exams make a list of all you want to get done before then and start working!

If you have your textbook on your device get a program that will read the text to you, save your eyes and this is normally a quicker way to digest material.

Find the study space that works for you, e.g. home, the library etc.

As much as i love it, coffee makes you peak and come down so if you can water and good snacks can be better for sustained energy.

DO PRACTICE QUESTIONS! For some reason i thought it was okay to think about a practice question and then just look at the answer? No, this did not work, you need to actually see what you know and write a response.

When possible work under exam conditions, it's going to be stressful to be put under those circumstances but you need to actually get used to working that way.

Set a time and write down all you know about a small topic on a page, what you miss is what you need to go over.

Most textbooks are a base resource that can help you if you don’t understand a concept but there shouldn't be too many notes to gather that you shouldn't have already gotten in class, this is obviously different for each class but for me this has been the case. Don't waste good revision time relearning what you know.

Highlighting allows us to tune out of the actual reading so avoid when possible and take notes as you go if you need to as this makes you focus more.

Flashcards are fun to make and they are proven to work, just make sure if you make question cards you don’t cheat when using them and look at the answers.

Making your notes is pretty but time consuming, don’t feel pressured to have that aesthetic all the time, the work is more important.

Find online quizzes on the topics you are studying. Many people have done your course before and already put in the hard yards, take advantage of this.

As above there are many resources for topics online, find these before you start a new section to be extra prepared.

Rereading notes before bed makes sure it stays in your head as your brain will be processing it overnight or some science but it does work.

When studying put your phone in another room to relieve the urge to check it all the time.

Stationery

Have a good trusty pen. Mine is the uniball signo. We have a friendship, it’s good.

I've learned recently you don’t need 100 coloured pens and the entire fine-liner collection because i only like a few colours and often don’t have enough time to use a brush pen, markers, highlighters and pens all in the one page of notes.

Don’t feel pressured to have pretty equipment, functional equipment is 100 times more important

Small dot or grid notebooks to do summaries in or mind maps really has helped me feel motivated because they do look really pretty and gets me focused in exam times.

There is a movement towards digitising notes but i think it is still good to have a binder for handouts and articles etc.

Only take to college/school/university the essentials and save your back.

Keep a few bad ballpoints in your bag to save giving friends your nice pens and never getting them back.

Don’t buy stationery that doesn't work, yes the New York post its i got were beautiful, did they stick at all, no. This clutters your work space and steals your money.

Personal Care

Don’t feel guilty for taking breaks, realistically know your limits and think of it as refuelling.

Try to eat healthy not for weight or looking good but because your body will hate you when you are always giving it takeaway and then asking it to do 14 hour study sessions.

When struggling to focus of a morning, get up and have a shower. This will wake you up and get you feeling motivated.

Have a support person. Mine is my boyfriend and is the person i can just let out all the stress onto, have a cry and then get back to work. You just need to let it out sometimes.

A more relaxed study method is to group up with friends and test each other, create little games etc.

Make sure you still socialise and go to events during crazy stressful periods because you need an outlet and a break.

write out your goals for a term, semester, class or year and refer back to them when you get your results, this will make sure you are judging yourself by your own standards and not compared to anyone else’s.

Reach out for help or advice, whether that’s to friends or people on tumblr or your professors, if you are struggling its ok to get a hand.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #412

“there’s nothing i could ever write to help you understand this life / there’s so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in all the city lights”

Did you make any money today? Nope. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? Idk. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes, but it wasn't in a fast-flowing area of it. Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I mention Venus' terrarium enough, so besides that, I'd really like to buy a plane ticket to see Sara, as well as new glasses. Would you ever consider culinary school? No. What was the last souvenir someone got you? uhhhhhhhh Do you have a favorite remix of a song? BOI I couldn't begin. Has the power gone out recently? No. Do you like driving at night? NOOOOOOO. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either a violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Yeah! I'd love to go on a photography journey there. Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? Yeah, heights scare me and I have a serious case of "what if I jumped off?". I'm not suicidal or anything, but there's an actual term for that urge that is somewhat normal. I just can't remember what it is. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? Probably the clouded leopard. But I LOVE wild cats. I think lions are the most interesting. Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? Alessandra, 120%. It is so beautiful-sounding, plus I love that you can use "Alessa" as a nickname. My Silent Hill obsession is quite thrilled by that, ha ha. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? I'm decent with German. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? It's weird, I actually have a habit of swaying my leg back and forth. Not even to the beat, I just do it. Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? Yes. Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? No. Do strapless bras work for you? Look man my boobs are too big for those lmao. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? Many times. Guess who's not around anymore. Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? HELL no. Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) Not really. What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? You do you, boo. Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? A R T ! ! ! What is your school mascot? I'm not in school. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No. What's the book you're currently reading? Wings of Fire: Moon Rising. Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? Paranormal Entity. Has anyone you know gotten mono? My older sister did when she was I think in high school. Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? Yes, actually! It was one of the best apples I'd ever tasted. Can you say yes/no in different languages? In German, ja. (See what I did there lololol I'm clever.) Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? Spider-Man. Ever peed in your pants after the age of 10? Maybe TMI, but a few years ago, I had a very strange episode of premature incontinence. It stopped, but it was very weird and embarrassing. Had any surgeries? What kind? I had tubes put in my ears as a two-year-old, and I wanna say at the end of 2016 is when I had my cyst removal surgery. Ever told your parents you hated them? My dad, yes. Very vehemently. I will always regret the letter I sent him. Do you let your pets on your furniture? Of course. This is their house, too. How do you feel about kettle cooked chips? Ew. How strong do you like your coffee? I don't like coffee, period. Would you rather see someone of the opposite sex naked or nicely dressed? Uhhhh I dunno. I guess it depends on the mood. Would you ever consider visiting Texas? I have friends there I'd love to meet, but I don't think so. Too hot. If you could make a movie, what would it be about? Some of the less-upsetting/disturbing RP stories I've taken part in writing. If you were kicked out of your current residence whom would you call? My dad. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean I do, but I don't think now is the time. I need to set shit straight about myself first. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Broccoli. Asparagus is repulsive. Was the last person you kissed attractive? She's gorgeous. Are you racist at all? Not at all. Do you read creepypasta? If not, you should. Nah. Have you ever vandalized? Nope. Would you ever scuba dive in shark-infested waters if you had the chance? Most likely not. And by the way, they do not "infest" waters. That's their home. I hate that phrase so much. Have you ever been drunk at work? No. Have you ever hit a parked car with your car? No. Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like? Yes. I remember Jason and I made a palette on the living room floor at least one night. It was SO uncomfortable. I don't even remember why we did it. Which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal? French toast. *_* Do you prefer light or dark haired? I prefer colorful hair. Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books? No. I remember we had at least one, though. Would you be prepared to do a job that you didn’t like, if it paid well? No. That would affect my depression so badly. Do you think age is needed for maturity? Absolutely not. Do you believe the future is predetermined? No. What the hell would even be the point if it was? Like you'd have no free will; you'd just be a character in a story a higher power wrote. What words are most comforting to you? "I love you," "I'm here for you," "you're strong enough to get through this," stuff like that. How important is money to you? I have a stressful relationship with money. I've never in my life had a stable income because the three jobs I've had were so incredibly short-lived, so the money I DO get, I cherish the shit outta it.. I make sure I REALLY want something, and I mean it modestly, but I'm also honestly pretty selfless with money, too. I'm very willing to leave considerable tips, I don't mind buying pricey gifts for people if I think they would really, really like it, stuff like that. Going my whole life being poor, I just understand the situation so well and want to help people where I can. Is there anything you want to last forever? Love. By that I mean I hope even beyond death, the relationships we built in life stretch into what afterlife there may be. List three of your passions: Animals and their conservation, LGBTQ+ rights, and the pro-choice movement. How old do you want to live to? As old as I can before the point of being totally dependent on others to do things like clean me and stuff. I do NOT want to be get to the point of essentially being a rotting corpse. What kind of love do you value the most? Romantic, honestly. There's just something so special about it. If you could control one element, what would it be? Water I suppose, because it would be the most helpful. Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Man, that's hard, but I guess foxes. Could you ever deliver a baby? I don't think I could. I handle stomach pain VERY poorly, and I know I would screech loud enough to crack the damn sky before it would be time to perform the epidural. Do you think suits are sexy? Yeah. Ever been called babe? Yeah. How old is your youngest sibling? She's 23. Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Sara. Favorite boy’s name? Probably Severin. Are your parents together, separated, divorced, never married, what? Divorced. Do you go online every day? Yep. What is the best quality in the last guy you kissed? The last guy I kissed, maybe his loyalty. He has ALWAYS been there for me. He's also funny as hell. What do you usually do during a kiss? Depends on how passionate it is? Do you have an older brother? I do. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell those bad boys. What’s the genre of the current song you’re listening to? Pop. Can you believe it?? Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? ABSOLUTELY not. I could write an actual essay on why meerkats should NOT be kept as pets. Would you ever sell your soul? Noooo thanks.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''city lights'' by motionless in white

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missfangirll · 3 years

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Living love in slow motion

Fandom: SCI Mystery

Relationship: Zhan Yao / Bai Yutong

Words: 2248

Tags: Fluff, Pining, Idiots in Love, Zhan Yao is dense, Getting together, First Kiss

Summary: “I have loved you since we were eighteen.”

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“I have loved you since we were eighteen.”

Zhan Yao blinked slowly and tried to ignore his heart that had begun pounding almost painfully against his ribs. He swallowed hard around the lump that had formed in his throat and opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut again immediately. What could he say to that?

[Two weeks ago]

“Cat, we are going to be late.” The annoyance in Bai Yutong’s voice was very obvious. “Again!” He huffed. “People are going to ask why we are late together,” he teased, and Zhan Yao answered with an eye-roll. Not that he particularly minded their team gossiping about them, but there hadn’t been anything to gossip about. He wouldn't have minded that either, but he knew better than to make a move on Bai Yutong. They had been friends longer than he could remember and he had watched an endless parade of girlfriends march past during those years, but he had never seen any hint of his friend being anything other than straight. So he had buried his feelings under snarkiness and sarcasm and went on to study other people’s feelings rather than his own.

“Dammit, Cat, will you hurry up!” Zhan Yao had to suppress a grin at the tone and shut the bathroom door behind him. “I’m finished, you can stop shouting.” He stuck out his tongue at the other. “We’re not even that late.” Bai Yutong laughed. “Very mature, Cat. Come on, let’s go.”

When they arrived at the office – with 30 seconds to spare, Zhan Yao noted with a smug grin – nobody even looked up from their work. He nodded to Bai Yutong and made his way to his office, slightly dreading the pile of paperwork he would find there. They hadn’t had an urgent case for a few days and while Zhan Yao was grateful for the less stressful days, he sometimes caught himself wishing for a murder, just to escape his desk for an afternoon. Sighing, he sat down to face the dragon of bureaucracy once more.

A light knock startled him out of a daydr--, of writing a report and he looked up to see Bai Yutong standing in the doorway. “Lunch?”, the mouse asked with a grin and Zhan Yao nodded hastily. “Let me just find my wallet,” he said while digging through the junk on his desk. “Naah, don’t worry,” Bai Yutong said with a wave of his hand. “I’ll buy you lunch.” Zhan Yao raised an eyebrow at him, but Bai Yutong had turned around already, so Zhan Yao hurried to follow him.

[Ten days ago]

Zhan Yao couldn’t feel his feet anymore. Well, scratch that, he could feel them, but he really would have preferred not to. He was sore everywhere and he was pretty sure he’d feel even worse tomorrow. After running after a suspect for what felt like a week, they had finally managed to corner and arrest him. (He really needed to work out more, but he would rather bite his tongue off than admit that to Bai Yutong who had been nagging him for years about this.)

Zhan Yao groaned, toeing off his shoes and carelessly discarding his jacket next to the door. A huff from behind startled him. “Really, Cat?”, Bai Yutong mumbled and scooped up the jacket, putting it on the hook next to his own. Zhan Yao couldn't quite suppress a whine. “I am sore, Mouse, I’m not going to do anything right now beside laying on my sofa and not moving for a week.” Bai Yutong very obviously had to suppress a grin and just nodded at him. “Go, then. I’ll make you dinner.”

After that promised dinner Bai Yutong squeezed himself onto the sofa next to Zhan Yao, pulling the other’s legs in his lap. “What--,” Zhan Yao started, but the mouse just motioned him to lie back down. “You’ve been whining all evening that you’re sore. I’m just helping.” Zhan Yao bristled and sat up ready to argue, but sank back down when Bai Yutong started to knead his calves. He really could argue later, he thought, and closed his eyes, sinking into the touch.

[Four days ago]

“I just don't think this would work,” Zhao Fu said for a third time and shook his head. “We don't know anything about the suspect, why do you expect him to react like that? He has absolutely no reason to leave his house before the next delivery on Monday, all our research showed that.” He looked accusingly at Zhan Yao who had to fight his growing impatience. Because I am good at my job, he wanted to snap, but that probably wouldn't have convinced anyone, so he braced himself to yet again explain his reasoning, when he was interrupted.

“Because he is damn good at his job,” Bai Yutong said sternly and fixed his team members with a steely glare. Zhan Yao blinked at him. “He is the best psychology expert in this damn country and when he says the guy will leave, he will leave. We are going to do exactly what Professor,” he enunciated the title with so much emphasis that Zhan Yao almost flinched, “Zhan is suggesting.” He looked around. “Are we clear?” His team nodded confirmation in varying degrees of enthusiasm. “Yes, Bai Sir!” Bai Yutong frowned. “And?”

“Yes, Professor Zhan!”

Zhan Yao couldn't quite suppress the giddy feeling in his stomach and nodded firmly.

[Yesterday]

When Zhan Yao closed the large wooden doors behind him, he noticed three things. One, judging by the dark windows above him, he was yet again the last to leave the university perimeters and would have to bring the security a gift or something to apologise for their waiting for him. Second, now that he didn't have to worry about work and papers and students anymore, he noticed that he hadn’t eaten anything in thirteen hours and that Bai Yutong was probably going to scold him for that. The last thing he noticed, though, was a white figure standing just outside the main gates, leaning against a white muscle car and waving cheekily. His stupid heart gave a thump at the sight and he felt his face split into what must have looked like a goofy grin. Ducking his head to hide his smile, he made a beeline to Bai Yutong.

“Hey, Mouse” he greeted, “have you been waiting long? You shouldn’t have come, you know I always work late during exam period.” The other just smiled at him and stepped aside. “Doesn’t matter, I can wait a bit. Thought you probably haven't eaten anything and figured I’ll take you to dinner, that’s quicker than to cook something at home.”

Zhan Yao had to bite his tongue not to say something very stupid right then and there. How on earth did he deserve Bai Yutong? He just nodded and climbed into the car, a tiny smile on his face.

[Ten minutes ago]

“Cat, you can't do that. I’m begging you.” Bai Yutong’s tone matched his pleading expression and Zhan Yao cocked an eyebrow. “It’s a good idea, you said it yourself. We need a bait in the night club and I do look like the victims. Why can't I do that?”

Bai Yutong gave him a miserable look. “Yes, we need a bait, but not you. You can't be in there alone with…” He trailed off, looking away. “You just can't,” he finished not very convincingly.

“Mouse, that is not a reason.” Zhan Yao sighed. “I get that you’re concerned--” “You don't!” Zhan Yao flinched slightly and looked up, trying to meet the other’s gaze. “I don't what?”

Bai Yutong still didn't meet his eyes, stubbornly fixating the pillow between them. Zhan Yao suddenly had the very strong urge to cup his cheek and guide his face up to look at him, but smothered that instinct immediately. He wouldn't be distracted now.

“Mouse,” he tried again. “Mouse, look at me. Why can't I do that? It’s a good plan, you said it yourself. Why can't it be me?”

“Because you’re too important!”, the other snapped. “Because you don't have any experience in this! Because you’re you! Because I lo--,” he clamped his mouth shut abruptly and closed his eyes. Zhan Yao felt his heart drop in his stomach, leaving a raw and open wound behind. Did he just---?

“You what?”

Bai Yutong took a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for that part of the conversation.

“I love you, Cat. I have loved you since we were eighteen.”

[Now]

Zhan Yao couldn't do anything than just stare helplessly at the other while he tried to get his roaring emotions under control. “I--,” he wheezed, but had to swallow around his dry throat. “But… but…. Girlfriends,” was all he could manage.

Bai Yutong gave him an unreadable look. “That is all you have to say?” He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have put that kind of pressure on you. I just was so scared that---”

“I love you.”

Bai Yutong clamped his mouth shut and stared. “But, you never. I thought..,” he trailed off, still look incredulously at Zhan Yao. Taking a shaky breath, he continued, “I thought you were asexual.”

Zhan Yao blinked at him, trying to bring his brain in order. “Why would you..? No, never mind. But you’ve had girlfriends all through university!”, he said, and it almost sounded accusing. “I mean, I never thought you were gay,” he tried to explain.

The other gave him a look. “I am not.” Zhan Yao closed his mouth with a smack. Bai Yutong grimaced and continued. “I am bi, Cat, always have been. I figured that out because I fell in love with you when we were eighteen.” His gaze softened. “It was at a Sanda competition you accompanied me to, and when I won, you grinned at me and hugged me and said you knew I’d win because I’m the best.” He smiled at the memory and Zhan Yao groaned. “I said something cheesy like that?”, he complained. “Shut up. It was then I thought I wanted to see that cheeky smile every day. But you never even so much at hinted that you might be interested, so I…” He shrugged, uncertainty in his eyes. “I had a few flings to distract myself, I guess.”

All of a sudden, Zhan Yao felt his heart climb back up in his chest, settling there with a thump he was sure the other could hear. He swallowed again. “But.. Why now?”

Bai Yutong gave him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me?”, he asked, the fond exasperation in his tone Zhan Yao knew so well. “We are practically married, Cat. No, don't give me that look. We live together, we sleep in the same bed. I cook for you every day and we go out on dinner dates.” Zhan Yao just could stare at him when a whole movie of memories raced past his inner eye. Both of them cuddling on the sofa, watching a movie, his head in Bai Yutong’s lap. Bai Yutong cooking dinner in their tiny kitchen, Zhan Yao grading papers at the coffee table. Bai Yutong massaging his feet. Bai Yutong defending him in front of the team. Bai Yutong buying him lunch. Bai Yutong waiting for him in front of the university.

“Oh,” he managed quietly.

“Yes, oh,” the other said softly. “I thought, even when you don't want a relationship, I could just show you how much I love you by being there for you. I just never thought…” He trailed off and suddenly Zhan Yao couldn't bear not touching him. He leaned in, his hand reaching for the other’s cheek, stroking his thumb over Bai Yutong’s cheekbone.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he murmured, and that was all it took. With a groan, Bai Yutong closed the distance between them, pressing their mouths together. Zhan Yao felt hot and cold all over, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the other’s tongue licking over his lips. He responded in kind and was rewarded with Bai Yutong pressing into him, his hand coming up to wave into Zhan Yao’s hair to hold him close.

When they parted to come up for air, Zhan Yao leaned his forehead against Bai Yutong’s and smiled."Married, huh?"

Bonus:

[An hour later]

“When did you know?”

Zhan Yao needed a moment to process the question, the pleasant warmth of Bai Yutong’s arms around him as they lay on the sofa pulling him back into the sleepy daze.

“Know what?”, he managed after a while.

“That you loved me.”

That woke him up. Leaning carefully on his elbows he glanced down at the other who was looking at him with open curiosity. He huffed a laugh. “Honestly?”

Bai Yutong raised an eyebrow at him. “No, Cat, please lie to me. Of course I want an honest answer.” He lightly nudged Zhan Yao with a knee.

The cat grinned. “I can't remember. I guess I have always been in love with you. I mean, you were the first person to notice the real me, not for what my parents were or what was expected of me. You just, I dunno, you saw me for me.” He shrugged.

Bai Yutong grinned delightedly. “And you say you’re not a romantic!”

“Shut up!”

#sci #sci谜案集 #sci mystery #bai yutong #zhan yao #yaoyutong #fluff #my writing

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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11. [3:21 pm]

The leaves rustled above your head in the warm spring breeze, a pleasing melody that drifted into your ears as you sat under the tree, waiting. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a mosaic of shadows on the ground around you. You closed your eyes, basking in nature’s gifts. In a distance, the school bell sang in a high-pitched voice, signalling the end of the school day for the rest of the students.

As it was already Friday, your entire year was allowed the option of either staying in school for study period or to go home and revise for the national exams. It came as no surprise that most students preferred to go home and engage in other activities not related to studying, such as window shopping or catching up with friends over a hearty meal.

You couldn’t blame them, though. This year was the most stressful academic year yet, and it was totally understandable to take a break once in a while. However, you couldn’t afford this luxury as you had a Chemistry test next Monday, and you stayed back to attend tutoring sessions with your teacher.

All your classes had ended. On a normal Friday, you would already be on the bus back home with your best friend who lived across the road from you, a cup of bubble tea in each of your hands. But today wasn’t a normal Friday.

Today, someone promised to meet you after school – a boy. Now, this came as quite of a surprise to you because, for one, you went to an all-girls school. The only males you came into regular contact with was your male teachers or your father.

Another thing was that you didn’t know who this someone was. He had passed a note to you via your friend, under the instructions of her boyfriend, who attended the all-boys school close to yours. All you knew about this mystery person was that you were to wait for him at the park outside your school, and that he had careful, immaculate handwriting.

Also, he was late. The note said he would be there at three. It was nearly twenty past, and you were starting to think about leaving.

You drummed your fingers against your thighs absentmindedly, humming along to the song playing through your earbud in your right ear. Out of habit, you took the left earbud out to listen. Along with the cheerful notes of your song, there was also a bird chirping somewhere in the tree. A car honking, probably to urge students to cross the road quickly. The school bus groaned as it opened its doors to eager students, looking forward to the start of the weekend. A dog barking on the sidewalk. Rushed footsteps, muted by the grass.

The footsteps increased in volume by the second, until finally, it stopped. You were acutely aware of tired panting as the owner of said footsteps caught their breath. The patterns created by the leave’s shadows ceased to exist. The person must have been standing behind you, you concluded.

“Noona,” A voice called. You turned your head, looking up at the towering figure that was Kim Yugyeom. “Sorry I’m late, it’s just,” A pause for a deep breath. “Practice ran overtime, the hyungs didn’t let me leave until we absolutely nailed the choreography.”

“Kim Yugyeom? You wrote me that note?” Confused was an understatement.

The boy standing before you was someone you’ve only seen three times in your life. The first time, when you went bowling with your friends and they invited their boyfriends, who extended the invitation to their group of friends. The second time was during your interschool basketball competition, where some of the boys from their school came to cheer your team on. The third time, not too long ago, was accidental. You stayed a bit too late at the community library to study for a midterm and missed the last bus home. Just as you were pacing around the bus stop, about to call your parents, the boy spotted you across the street. He recognised you as a friend of his hyung’s girlfriend, and had kindly offered you a ride home. You politely declined at first, but then you remembered that your mum was babysitting your cousin’s daughter and your dad was working overtime that night. You accepted gratefully, promising to pay him back in the future with a drink. Yugyeom assured you there was no need for that, and spent the rest of the car ride making light conversation about school. Honestly, you didn’t think you would see him again so soon.

“Yeah…” He loosened his tie slightly and undid the top bottom. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he explained, “I didn’t want to text you or anything because I haven’t asked for your number. I mean, I could’ve got it from Jackson hyung, but I didn’t want to invade your privacy like that. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” You shook your head quickly, touched by his thoughtfulness. “But, I have to ask, why did you want to see me?”

“About that…” Yugyeom looked down at his feet, sporting a small grin. “I’ll tell you later. Do you want to go for bubble tea? There’s a shop near my school where I can get a discount.”

It was as if he read your mind. Getting bubble tea on the way home was your tradition on Fridays, and your best friend was sad that you had ditched her for a boy. “Sure, I go there every Friday anyways.”

“Really? How come I’ve never seen you there?” He helped you up on your feet as you slung your backpack over your shoulders.

“It’s probably because I go after school ends, I stay for study period with my friend. When do you go?” You walked past the school gates side by side, your hands on your backpack straps, his in his pockets.

“Ah,” His face lit up in realisation. “These past two weeks we’ve been staying til seven or eight to rehearse, that’s probably why. And before that I’d go right after the lunch bell rings and head to the basketball courts.”

You nodded. The walk to the bubble tea shop was short, consisting of questions along the lines of “how are you?” and “what subjects do you do?”. To be honest, you didn’t know much about this boy. Yugyeom was a friend of your boyfriend who studied in the all-boys school affiliated to yours, a year below you. He lived and breathed dance, and was always drinking iced-chocolate.

Today, you also learned that he was a part of a dance team before high school, had an older brother, and couldn’t stand the taste of coffee. You, on the other hand, were an only child, consumed two cups of coffee daily, and was also in the same dance team a few years back. It has been awhile and you’ve long since given up on your dreams of professional dancing, but you vaguely remembered thinking Yugyeom looked oddly familiar when you first spotted him across the bowling alley. There was no way you would’ve recognised him though, as the two of you were a year apart and placed into different groups.

The sweet fragrance of brown-sugar coated pearls filled your nostrils as you stepped into the store. You greeted the girl behind the counter, your classmate who recognised you from your weekly trips.

Turning to the boy beside you, you asked, “What are you getting? It’s my treat.”

Searching for his wallet in his pockets, he furrowed his eyebrows. He urgently patted his blazer pockets, trouser pockets and back pockets. A sigh left Yugyeom’s lips. “I’m gonna kill Bambam next week…” He muttered. “It’s alright, noona. My friend has my wallet. You go ahead.”

“You sure?” You quirked your eyebrows, finding his flustered expression cute.

“Yeah, I feel bad. I made you wait and now I can’t even buy you a drink. I’ll make it up to you next time, okay?”

“Don’t worry about it, Yugyeom. Go take a seat first, I’ll join you later.”

You gave your full attention to the cashier, giving her your regular order, a large Pearl Milk Tea with less ice and less sugar. She gave you a teasing smile as she keyed it in. You weren’t particularly close, but you were in the same study group for Chemistry and chatted briefly about the upcoming test while she prepared your drink.

Once she was done, you sipped happily on the sweet concoction while making your way towards Yugyeom, who had taken off his blazer and was sitting with his back facing you. You were curious about the purpose of his meeting.

“Noona, you’re done.” He put his phone away and looked towards you as you took a seat. “What did you get?”

“Just the normal milk tea. Are you thirsty? You can have some.” You offered, pushing the drink across the table.

“Thank you,” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ll only have a sip.” Before you could stop him, he picked up the drink and placed his lips on the straw. You watched, surprised, an unused straw in your hands.

“I was going to give you another straw…” You mumbled.

Yugyeom’s eyes widened. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I thought-” A panicked look flashed across his face. “It’s just, me and the hyungs, we share drinks all the time. I didn’t think you were saliva conscious. Should I get you another straw?”

“It’s okay,” While his actions alarmed you because, yes, you were saliva conscious, his words made you forgive him. “You didn’t know, it’s fine. I have another straw here.” You poked the straw through the drink when he handed it back to you hastily.

“I’m sorry, next time I’ll buy you another one next time, large, with any topping you like. You can choose the most expensive ones too.”

“Yugyeom, it’s fine.” You reassured him once more with a smile. “Now, what did you want to tell me?”

“Right,” He smiled mischievously. “Our school’s senior ball is coming up soon, and the student council asked us to do a performance. The hyungs and I, that is.”

“That’s great! I don’t mean to sound rude but, what does that have to do with me?” You wondered where this was going. It wasn’t uncommon for boys in their school to ask girls in yours as their ball date, but you didn’t know why he mentioned the performance specifically.

“See, we have a plan. We as in, all of us except for Jaebeom hyung. You know, the one with four piercings who sticks out his chin when he’s angry?”

You laughed at that, flashing back to bowling night, when Jaebeom’s team lost to yours by a point and all the boys made fun of him for his angry chin. “Yes, Lim Jaebeom, the b-boy?”

“Yes, him!” Yugyeom was clearly excited that you were engaging in his storytelling. “The thing is, he asked your class president to be his date for our ball, with our help, of course.”

“Last week, right? The entire school heard about it.” You laughed fondly at the memory. The class president was also your close friend, so she gave you and the girls a detailed account of what went down. “Who would’ve thought, your school’s bad boy and our school’s star student.”

“Jaebeom isn’t a bad boy,” He defended. “He just dresses like one. Deep down inside he’s a softie who loves cuddling while watching romcoms. Anyways, that’s besides the point. The rest of us are trying to help him to ask her out as his girlfriend.”

“What?” You exclaimed, surprised by the news. “He’s serious about her? He wants to be with her?” It was hard to determine whether he had serious feelings for your friend, because he seemed like a player. “Are you sure about this, Yugyeom? I know the two of them went to the same kindergarten and primary school, but does he really feel that way about her?”

“Yeah!”

“Positive? How do you know? You didn’t get his consent for this plan of yours…” You trailed off, uncertain. You didn’t want this to be some sort of big show to put on in front of the entire student body, for the sake of popularity. While you were happy for your class president that she was asked as his ball date, you didn’t want her to get heartbroken by such an act.

“Didn’t you notice the way he looks at her? There’s been at least three other girls who confessed to him this semester and he’s turned them all down. Every time she comes to watch our performances, Jaebeom always tells us about how he made eye contact with her from the stage. He is the only girl he talks about, ever.” He rebutted, clearly passionate about defending his friend.

“What about that girl?”

“What girl?”

“The one he posts on his Instagram stories, that girl… Nora?”

A part of Yugyeom was slightly jealous that you followed Jaebeom, and not him. “Nora is his cat, Y/N. There is no other girl. And since when did you follow his Instagram?”

“His cat?” It made sense, you suppose. “I don’t, I just saw a screenshot.”

Yugyeom leaned forward, interested by this new piece of information. “Wait, so you’re saying she screenshots his stories and sends them to you?”

“It’s common. That’s what girls do, Yugyeom.” You smiled, watching him put the puzzle pieces together in his head. Your reluctance to agree, in case your class president got hurt, and her talking about Jaebeom with her friends. It made sense.

“She likes him?” He asked, hopeful.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not saying anything.” You sipped silently on your drink, chewing the pearls while Yugyeom’s mind raced.

“But you should tell me! It’ll make the plan so much easier.”

“What is the plan, anyways?”

Yugyeom launched into this elaborate explanation about how at the end of the performance, there was going to be a surprise couple’s dance, and after the song finishes with Jaebeom taking centre stage while twirling his date, the boys would hold up cardboard cut-outs of the words “Be my girlfriend”.

You nodded. It wasn’t a bad idea, albeit slightly cheesy, but you knew your friend was into that. “Does each of the boys have a date to the ball?”

“Well, not exactly… All the hyungs do, except for me.” He said in a soft voice.

“Your plan’s not going to work then, if you don’t have a date.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Yugyeom struggled to meet your eyes. “That’s sort of where you come in.” You froze. “Do you want to be my date and dance partner for the ball?”

You looked at him in disbelief. Sure, you were flattered that he asked you. You had watched their performance videos in the past and Yugyeom, although the youngest in their dance team, was undoubtedly the most experienced dancer. Being his dance partner meant you had to be at a certain level of dancing proficiency to be able to keep up with him. You were also somewhat amused that he asked you to be his date.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, and we don’t really know each other that well, but this is solely because of Jaebeom. I promise I won’t try to spike your fruit punch or make any unnecessary advances. We’ll just be partners for the night, and then we can carry on like nothing happened.” Yugyeom reached his hand out for a handshake, hopeful. “Besides, you’re one of the most competent dancers I know.”

“You’re just saying that to make me say yes,” Your eyes crinkled into crescents as you laughed. “Okay, I’ll do it, partner.” You clasped his hand in yours, shaking it firmly.

Yugyeom returned your eye-smile with his own, pumping his fist in celebration (for more reasons than one).

part 2

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬

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okay, so let’s start with the information we get from canon about why charlie makes cookies. his mom died when he was thirteen and before she died charlie learned how to make weed cookies to help her through chemo (and they don’t even stink). this means he’s probably been making cookies since he was twelve, maybe even younger.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞 / 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭.

during the process of his mom’s chemo, to charlie cookies stopped being about snacking and started being about trying to make things better. they became an attempt to ease pain, to make people happy, to calm down tense situations. his mom loved his cookies and baking them was an excuse to spend time with his dad, so cookies were also a huge part of how he bonded with his family.

after his mom’s death there was a period of time where charlie tried to use cookies to cope, both for himself and for his dad. he’d ask his dad to help him bake cookies, thought it’d help, but his dad always said no and got really sad about it. charlie would bake cookies on his own, regular cookies, and did would leave some out for his dad. despite his dads insistence that he didn’t want them, charlie would find that they’d disappear pretty quick after he put them out. for a while making cookies was a distraction, was always a focus so that he’d stop thinking about what happened, but it didn’t work for long.

it was six months after his mothers death when charlie realised that just baking regular cookies wasn’t fixing anything. he’d somewhat sheepishly approached the older stoner kids at school, asking if he could buy off them or get in contact with their dealers. of course no one really trusted a kid dressed in button ups and cardigans, but at the very least they thought he was older than he was thanks to his height and gave him the benefit of the doubt. that night charlie left out only one cookie for his dad, alongside a note saying it was a special cookie. pretty soon the cookie was gone and, at least for a few minutes, his dad didn’t seem so sad. and neither did charlie for the most part. there was still a nagging sadness, but the cookie had made it better.

over the course of the next year charlie went all in on hoping those cookies would make things better. he’d have one a day, two if the day was extra rough. pretty soon it became less about his mother and more about trying to dig himself out of the pit of despair he’d found himself in. he was high almost more often than he wasn’t, cookies getting slightly stronger every time he made them. he’d even gotten himself a small collection of dealers so that no one ever worried that he came to them too much. it got bad enough that even through what he was going through charlie’s dad noticed that things weren’t right, soon sending charlie to both therapy and rehab.

rehab didn’t last, charlie didn’t really feel like he belonged there. he wasn’t addicted, didn’t have crazy withdrawals or anything like that. he got high a lot, but he never saw it as more than that. he went to a few meetings, talked to a few addicts, but it never felt right. he hadn’t tried any harder drugs, as much as he’d been tempted to, and it never interfered with his daily life that much. he still went to school, still passed his classes, though there’d been an undeniable drop in grades. things weren’t as good as they used to be, but from charlie’s perspective things weren’t that bad.

there was no particular moment that charlie realised he had a problem, no sudden moment of danger to kick him into action. he’d mentioned his usage to his therapist, mostly because half the time he’d show up high. over time his therapist had noticed changes, and when asked if he was still only using because of his mother charlie couldn’t work out the right answer. his therapist suggested rehab again, or at the very least meetings, and while charlie wasn’t a fan of the idea he decided to try again. it felt weird, being fourteen and in meetings with grown adults, but somewhere between the meetings and the therapy he started to use less. rather than daily he’d have a couple of cookies a week, then one a week, a couple a month and then eventually he got to a point where he only really had them at parties. there were some withdrawal symptoms, enough that it wasn’t fun to deal with, but over time he managed to overcome it. he still baked cookies a lot, still used them as a comfort food, but they were just normal cookies now.

over the next few years things stayed mostly the same, only really having weed cookies at parties. though, as he got older the parties became a little more frequent. he wasn’t really much of a party - goer, but as he got more and more into football he began going to more and more. his talents quickly became known throughout the team and soon became a staple of any party or hangouts that the team had. there was always a few people who didn’t partake, something especially useful when it came to the team ever being drug tested.

things changed after the homecoming game. charlie had learned that night about what monty had done to tyler as well as what monty had done during bryce’s trial, had found out about it all. then there was the fight on the field, something charlie got far too into. it had been a huge night, cookies baked the second he got home. his father had figured out that they weren’t regular cookies, but considering how beat up charlie was and how much better he’d been about his use he thought it’d be okay.

from there charlie started to drift towards old habits, covering for monty not at all helping. he was paranoid and scared, but he had to keep up a normal image and he wasn’t entirely sure how to do that without being at least a little high. he didn’t use much, didn’t fall entirely into bad habits, but he was back to having three or four cookies a week, being high at school pretty often.

he wasn’t high for the assembly, though looking back he almost wishes he had been. seeing tyler stand up had hurt, had made him realise just how terrible monty could be. justin standing up had only added to that hurt; it may not have been anything to do with charlie, but it hurt knowing that someone he looked up to had been through that. he’d talked to tyler, had taken him to report everything, and then the moment he got home he was having a cookie. the kick in time was a bit of a bitch, but he’d gotten used to having to wait for it at that point.

he’s starting to come down from a high when justin asks him to plant the evidence. it’s a decision filled with fear and paranoia, but he agrees to do it. charlie asks justin if the rumors about him being a heroin addict are true, and hearing that they are only makes charlie feel worse. he still looks up to justin, now more than ever. he doesn’t tell justin about his own past and his own trips to rehab, but decides that maybe one day he will.

then monty dies. even knowing what he knew about monty charlie had still lost one of the closest friends he’d ever had. it left him a mess, especially with the role he played in sending monty to prison. his guilt led to him going off the deep end again, the weeks following monty’s death in large part becoming a blur. it was rare for him not to be high, even being high when he spoke at monty’s funeral.

it was justin being in rehab that made charlie start to consider slowing down again. he knew this wasn’t a good way to cope and that it could be a slippery slope, but he kept telling himself that it could be worse - it’s not as if he was as bad as justin, right? but he knew that just because he was doing a little better than someone with a harder addiction to him didn’t mean that he was doing good. when he found out when justin was coming home again he decided to try to be better for justin’s sake. he was already hanging out with alex and tyler a lot at this point, and while he didn’t tell them about what he was doing through being with them did help a lot.

regular cookies were made for justin’s welcome home party, he’d managed to make sure he wasn’t high for the party. things were going alright. there were withdrawal symptoms, but nothing he didn’t think he could hide. he’d noticed a few looks from justin that night, looks that said he could notice withdrawal symptoms anywhere, but neither of them said anything.

the graffiti had caused some major anxiety spikes, but charlie was determined to seem like he was doing good, determined to actually be doing good. he had a cookie or two after the graffiti happened, but other than that he was doing okay. he wasn’t high again after that until the house party. he’d already had a cookie before going into the room with alex, but figured one more wouldn’t hurt too much. he almost kissed alex that night, but that’s a whole other rant i have.

he wasn’t high at all for the lockdown, which in a lot of ways made it harder for him. focusing on trying to calm alex down and keep him safe had been enough to keep him distracted, but it had still been rough. things were stressful and scary, but charlie resisted the urges.

after getting hurt at the riot charlie had been conflicted. he knew that having cookies could help with the headaches and pains from his head injury, but he also wasn’t entirely sure it was a safe thing to do at that point in time. still, he did. it was much weaker doses, he only had half a cookie rather than a whole one, but he did it. he’s not entirely sure it helped the way he intended, but it did make him feel better.

when he goes back to school he’s trying to do better, to be better. for the entirety of the prom episode he’s not high. the promposals, the prom itself and coming out to his dad all happened when he was sober. alex helps, even if he doesn’t know he’s helping. charlie hasn’t told alex any of it, doesn’t want to risk scaring him away, but the happiness that comes from being with alex and the way he feels when just spending time with alex makes it easier for him.

he stays entirely clean during justin’s time in hospital. he feels like he owes that much to justin, at the least. when charlie tells justin everything about his history is fluid based on who i’m writing with/when we thread it out, but in general if he hasn’t told justin by this point then he makes a point of telling him everything while he’s in the hospital.

after justin’s death charlie makes even more of an effort to stay clean. he know justin’s death wasn’t because of drugs, but after everything justin went through with his addiction charlie considers it a way of honoring him to stay clean. and this time he manages to stay clean, despite the ups and downs that he has to face.

#2k words yall we went there #ya girl is SOBBIN #╳┊ headcanons #i had to add a read more bc it got so long sdjfsdjs #╳┊ answered #╳┊ anonymous #╳┊ answered memes #cancer //#drug abuse //

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