#this website is lowkey confusing

[sharkyollie]

my awesome sauce intro!

— about me ! —

my name is ollie, i’m 16, and i go by he/him pronouns only!

i’m autistic and also struggle a lot with my mental health ( i’ll try to keep that part off of here to keep it all a little more lighthearted <3)

i’m a gay trans guy with a strong preference for t4t ! ( although i might be bisexual? i don’t really care enough about my sexuality but i prefer dating other trans guys )

i use tone tags when tone may be hard to convey with text alone, please do the same for me!

i also don’t respond to dms sorry ! (◞‸◟)

i’m a new tumblr user so any help with navigating this site would be much appreciated (^○^)

— tags ! —

#kandi - my kandi creations! this could be cool cuffs or a recent perler i made

#project sekai & vocaloid - all project sekai/vocaloid related yaps or creations!! also where i’ll reblog cool art i see related to pjsk or vocaloid

#ollie rants - basically what the tag says, me ranting about stuff that i think is stupid! ( do i have a solution to these problems? absolutely not! will i still complain? of course!! )

#ollie thoughts - also what it says, my own thoughts/posts that aren’t me being frustrated about something!

#ocean posting - mainly sharks but also other ocean things i find cool!!

#trans - anything related to me being trans & stuff like that!

#fiber art - my knit and crochet projects! wips or finished projects could be here :D

#ollie reblogs - what the tag says :3

this will be updated when i remember what i was going to put here earlier (´∀｀)

— dni ! —

do not interact with me if:

you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, etc. ( basic dni )

you disregard the unique struggles of trans men ( transandrophobia/anti-transmasculinity )

you identify with any variation of radfem ( including trans inclusive radfems !!! )

you only post about your mental illness/ shblr & edblr ( i am trying to recover and do not want to be interacting with people who are actively mentally ill - i hope these people do get better and i wish for them to be happy )

you believe that all autistic people have encyclopaedic knowledge of their special interest/s ( because we don’t! i know very little about sharks but i still have them in every aspect of my life! )

your whole blog is nsfw, friendly reminder that i am a minor!!

— interests ! —

music & bands i like!

radiohead, vocaloid, musical soundtracks, mitski, chappell roan, stray kids, and pretty much whatever else my brain decides to latch onto that day

games, shows, & series i like!

project sekai, project diva, cookie run kingdom, minecraft, death note, life series, hermitcraft, five nights at freddy’s, splatoon, drag race, pokemon, super mario bros, & almost anything nintendo really

other stuff i like! (hobbies, other interests, etc.)

whale sharks, thresher sharks, wobbegongs, basically every shark ever, marine creatures, knitting, crocheting, dancing, musical theatre, singing, playing guitar, kandi, and probably a few other things i’m forgetting right now :D

anyway thank you for reading this absolute wall of text!! follow me i’m super cool!!!!!!!

[gayemo]

this is going to sound weird but I think I need to join a debate club or something because the discussion board for my college philosophy class is filling some sort of need that I get by arguing with people online. I genuinely enjoy debating people on topics and this feels so much better than tumblr

[tbaluver]

When You're On Your Period- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff, comfort a/n: posting my drafts atm bc i just have writers block sorrys /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He's not particularly educated in the realm of menstruation. So when he saw you clutching your sides in agony, he was so worried about you and ran to your side. He thought you were sick or injured. You try to explain to him that you're just on your period and he eagerly listens to you as you explain it to him.

It's his mission to try and make everything easy for you and makes a special effort to bring you things that might make you feel a little better.

"Can you buy me pads with/out wings?" And he would be really confused at first. He would think you want pads and wings. He would stand in the aisle for a while figuring out which ones you needed. So he'll come back home with a BUNCH of menstrual products with wings from your favorite restaurant.

But also the type to buy you your favorite snacks and drinks before you even ask. Sometimes he'll come home with a small plushie for some support.

Lowkey worried if you're going to be alright but he knows you're strong and will remind himself that you know how to handle yourself.

He would gently massage any areas that were aching. Lots of your time is spent in his arms or resting your head on his chest and he explains that the health website says its "beneficial" to do so and you're not complaining. He's so comfy.

Zayne:

In the beginning of your relationship, he was kind of inexperienced in this department. He knew some knowledge about the menstrual cycle but not too much so he made sure to educate himself so he knows how to take better care of you.

He runs down to the pharmacy to get you some pain medication and any menstrual products you need without any ounce of embarrassment. He doesn't find a reason to feel ashamed or embarrassed about getting you things for your period. Makes sure you have enough supplies to last you the whole week.

Prepares you some yummy warm foods that are nutritious for you and all cooked to your liking. He would also make sure to run down to your favorite bakery to pick you up some baked goods.

If you suffer from cramps, then he would find the best pill for you or make you effective tea. He'll also offer any massages you want on your body and let's just say this man is good with his hands that you don't want his hands off of you.

The type to not tell you that you stained the bed. He'll prepare you a soothing bath while he washes the sheets. When you come back the bed is nice and warm.

He'll start marking it down on his calendar so he can be prepared more in the future

Rafayel:

He would kind of forget periods are a thing but once you remind him, he'll try his best to take care of you. He has good intentions looking out for you and getting whatever you need. You would text him if he can get something for you and he's already on his way to you with whatever you requested.

He'll pay attention to your specific needs and preferences. He'll make sure you're getting your rest, staying hydrated, and eating well.

Would joke around and call this "Shark week." Would pray to any gods to bring mercy on him if he were to ever to be sassy to you on your period.

He'll be worried about you but he knows that you're strong. That doesn't mean he'll leave you alone during this time, unless you want him too. He'll be there to try and ease everything as much as he could.

If you were to have any bad cramps, he would give your lower abdomen a small massage while talking too it. "Hey don't be so mean to my cutie....." or sometimes he'll tell you some stories about Lemuria or maybe hum you a song in Lemurian to get your mind off it. Your head would be resting on his chest, his hands massaging gently into your aching sides.

It's easy to fall asleep in his arms because he can be so warm from his evol

He'll offer to make you a bath and gather your favorite bath bombs and your oils that might ease your discomfort. He would have the perfect temperature for you and would help undress you and help you into the bathtub. Would also feed you some yummy fruits like a princess while you were in the bath

Sylus:

Sylus treats you like royalty the entire time you're on your period. He's extra patient and understanding. You don't have to feel embarrassed at all with him and he will never be disgusted by you being on your period.

If you ever stained the bed, he would clean it up for you. He would reassure you that everything is okay and that bleeding is normal. He'll help run a bath for you while he cleans the sheets. He would never use these situations against you or even embarrass you about it.

He's always there to give you a massage knowing how bad cramps can be. Tell him where it hurts and he'll immediately massage the area with his hands. If massages weren't helping, then he'll warm up a heating pad for you and would find the best painkillers to make it go away.

The first time you were on your period, he bought way to many products for you so you were stocked up. Eventually in the future he knows the exact brand and everything you could possibly need.

When you wake up, he already has a meal prepared for you. Sometimes it'll be made from a private chef or he made it on his own. He'll gladly carry you to the kitchen so he can feed it to you or if you want, you can eat in bed.

Would give you random and frequent kisses. He knows that during this time you can go through a lot of emotions so he'll make sure to give you kisses to remind you that he loves and cares about you.

[starsofang]

thinking about johnny being completely smitten with an extremely reserved reader <3

johnny was head over heels from the very beginning. he couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened, but maybe it was when you first joined the force. at the initial greeting, he’d struck you with one of his bright smiles, only for a blank canvas to stare in return.

you hadn’t said a word, not a peep, and while others would be turned off by such reclusiveness, he was in awe.

an enigma, you were, and johnny was someone who loved a good puzzle.

you were cold and distant, but not in the way that was cruel and unnerving. you didn’t throw out snarky comments, you didn’t show a single bit of rudeness when somebody’s ticked you off. you weren’t hard headed, nor did you pitch a fight. you were a calm sea with peaceful waves lapping at the shore. a light rain on a dry day, one where in ancient times would’ve been a blessing from the gods. as cold as snow, but the kind that layered the ground in a fresh sheet of white right after a blizzard, painting the earth with powdered beauty.

if anything, you weren’t cold at all. you were just so incredibly awkward that johnny couldn’t help but be smitten by it.

you were that type of awkward where social cues were nearly impossible for you to comprehend. jokes didn’t land quite right whenever somebody made them, and you’d give a blank look to whomever fell victim, added on with a dumb “what?” because you didn’t understand it.

johnny’s been an unfortunate victim on many occasions. he’s always the type to nudge you on the shoulder with a crooked grin as he spilled out whatever joke ghost had told him over comms, only to be met with your complete and utter confusion.

that never stopped him, though. if anything, it made him much more determined to search up more jokes on the screen of a burner phone, reading through every single one and noting them in the back of his mind.

you were also as stone-faced as could be. some theorized you were a robot, others thought you were a demon in disguse. an experiment, placed into 141 as a trial run.

really, expressing yourself just wasn’t your thing.

you felt emotions, sure. plenty of them. you could find the humor in the occasional bar night with the force, amused at the linger of carefree conversation that carried between the men. you just didn’t show it.

it wasn’t something you realized until johnny had made the point of asking you if you ever smiled. thinking back on it, you recalled never directly doing so. you’d do it in your head, but when it came down to it, no, no you didn’t.

johnny was determined when keeping a goal in mind, and found himself ruthlessly running towards that goal of seeing you smile. he was enamored in the thought of seeing the slant of your lips when they curved upwards, in seeing your eyes crinkle and glimmer with delight, and he’d go through every single joke website in order to make it happen.

it took him an approximate year of you being in the force to get it to work.

it was lame, really. hardly one of his best jokes, he’d drunkenly slurred out, “what rank are all cats in the army? corpurrral,” with a tongue roll effect to go with it.

you had burst into laughter, filling the bar air with ringing church bells that he swore made the drunken state of his mind believe he was truly on his way to heaven. the gates had opened, inviting him in. he was levitating, slowly floating his way to the clouds.

your smile was like a breath of air — refreshing. it filled his lungs with such purity that all the cigarettes he’d smoked over the years of being in the force seemingly melted the thick layer of tar away, leaving him clean and refurbished.

it was like a drug, and johnny found himself seeking more out to get another taste, even if it took him another year to do so.

this is lowkey self insert bc this is my personality offline and i think other people who are so painfully awkward with socializing are cute and deserve love. wrote this with no sleep and a dream, silly ramble before i go to bed

i also just really love johnny, goodnight

[cherie-doll]

What characters do you think would lowkey get offended if you picked a stuff animal(or anything) you really wanted, checked the price and set it down. I can just imagine the: ‘why’d you put it down?’ “It was to expensive…I didn’t wanna waste my money on it” ‘who said you were paying 🤨’

oooh, that's a good one

(´ཀ` ) Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip, Keegan

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If while shopping with Price you've turned down most of the stuff he's pointed out or wanted to buy for you, he would stop trying to get you interested in something and instead let you roam the store. When you wandered aimlessly and sighed as you looked through stuff until a cute looking teddy bear with a hat caught your eye and you excitedly picked it up. You sighed, however, when you checked the price tag. At this point, Price had had enough of your listlessness and turned you right around, grabbed the stuffed animal and guided you to the counter.

Ghost would have already thought ahead. He had seen you eyeing that five foot snake plush online for the past week, debating whether you should buy it or not. Just when you were on the verge of buying it, you shook your head, reasoning that it was an unnecessary purchase. Until you saw it in-store at the mall. You skipped right up to the shelf it was on and toyed with it. This one looked to be better quality and very soft. You gasped softly at the price tag, before you could untangle it from around your neck Simon grabbed your wrists, stopping you. "It's already paid for." You stared at him, confused. "I paid for it on the website," he explained. "We're here to pick it up. You can take it home." You almost leaped on him right then and there.

Soap just chuckled. "Cute." He thought. You'd really think he'd let you leave the store empty handed and disappointed over numbers written on a tag? Rolling his eyes, as you sputtered excuses, saying you didn't need it and it was fine to leave without it. "I have enough squishmallows." You tried stopping him from filling the basket with more of the fluffy, round plushies. "Stop trying to stop me or I'll end up emptying this entire aisle." If it's within his reach, he'd do anything to make you happy. Also, he's got that military discount.

Gaz would wait until you're distracted by something else to double back and grab it. When you glance over your shoulder, looking for him, you'll be surprised to find him placing a shopping bag with what you had been eyeing only a moment ago, already wrapped and paid for. As you walk out and drive home you'll be lectured about how you shouldn't be hesitating because if you don't he will.

Alejandro would roll his eyes at you, call you stingy for not wanting to get yourself a treat. "You're an adult not a kid, you can buy whatever you want." He'd urge you to grab anything else you want and promptly bring it before he can pull out his wallet and pay. He'd smirk after seeing your uplift in attitude and watching you rush to grab other things.

You'd get an eyebrow raise from Phillip fs. "What's wrong? You don't like it?" And don't THINK of lying and pretending you're not interested in it because of the price, he'd catch on, see right through your act and make you turn around to grab that and anything else your pretty little eyes could set upon and desire because he'll be waiting and ready by the cash register.

Keegan would def get annoyed. He'd just swipe his card. "Quit your whining." Not just to make you keep quiet but because he really didn't want you to worry about anything, you accepting going out with him was more than enough. And when you tried to reject him because he had already given you a ride, paid for your meal, bought you new shoes when you got uncomfortable with the ones you wore for your date, and wanted to pay for anything else you wanted whether it was needed or not, until he reminded you it wasn't an offer he was making. He would do this as many times as necessary until you got used to it.

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[yowumi]

Roommate Giyu Tomioka x Reader (Smut)

warnings. masterbation, reader has an OF, they are both lowkey pervs but it’s okay, mostly just build up, MIGHT write a part 2, if this does good…

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A/N. kinda came up with this like right now and i’m writing from my ass so excuse it if it turns out absolutely buns. but let’s just trust the process for now, enjoy luv <3

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Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who started off hating the idea of a roommate, having to deal with other people in general felt hard enough, so having to live with another person wasn’t exactly on his wish list.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who worked long hours which benifits him in this case because by the time he got home, you were already asleep.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who tried his best to limit interactions between the both of you; not wanting to end up saying something rude or make things awkward by forcing a conversation. therefore, resulting in most of your interactions being by sticky notes left in the house or texts that were usually to let him know that you needed something for the house.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who didn’t have much experience with interacting with other people let alone woman. he wasn’t a virgin, of course he managed to get his dick wet every now and then after rough missions where he would get himself drunk enough to not think about it too much.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who didn’t have a high sex drive and could go months without even thinking about it, this habit wasn’t purposely, he just never really got around to it.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who learns from tengen what an onlyfans in after making a joking remark on how if he had lost his job, he would totally make a living off of doing that.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who finds no interest in finding out any more information about the website due to not feeling it’s right to look at peoples bodies like that.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who happens to have more days off recently and staying in the house more often, having to see and face you more often.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who starts to make small talk with you now that he has more time off and gets to know you better although realizing that he never got the chance to ask what you do for a living.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who brings this up eventually after a small conversation.

“i’ve uh been meaning to ask you, what is it that you do for a living? you seem to always be home” he says while facing the other way watching as the coffee filled his cup slowly.

“oh! well i uh actually do an online business…it helps me get by, ya know!” you say trying not to indulge in the conversation any further.

you could only imagine how mortified he would react to knowing about your only fans.

“ah i see” he says now facing towards you not realizing you had moved closer causing him to bump into you, dropping coffee all over your shirt.

“oh i’m sorry! i didnt mean to startle you!” you say as you look down at the mess on the ground, unfazed by the mess on your white shirt.

“that’s my fault, i should have been paying attention to my surroundings” he looks up to you after picking up the broken pieces of the coffee mug from the ground, now realizing how the spill on your shirt has caused your shirt to become nearly see through, as he takes a glimpse at your perky nipples peaking through, quickly turning his gaze away.

distracted by what he saw he managed to end up cutting his finger from the glass in his hand.

“oh are you okay! let me take a look at it!” you say softly grabbing his hand as you examine the cut before you do the unthinkable.

you put his finger in your mouth and licked the blood off.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who had never been the type to get a reaction out of, especially not a lewd one. which makes him confused why his pants suddenly feel tight when he feels your lips on his fingers.

you quickly realize what you are doing and quickly take your mouth away realizing it’s weird to do that to your roommate you barely know.

“oh my god- i’m so sorry! i don’t know what got into me, ill get you a band-aid! sorry again!” you say as you walk away to retrieve a band aid, embarrassed of your actions.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who goes to his room that night and takes a cold shower trying to wash away the thoughts of your lips out of his mind.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who now starts to notice how small your clothes are, now paying attention to the curve of your ass that can be revealed when you bend down in front of him or how your tits look like they’re about to spill out in those small tank tops you wear, noticing when you don’t wear a bra with the white ones, he can see your juicy nipple peaking out.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who finally returns to busy days at work becoming more tired and frustrated in not being able to see you. wondering why he even cared for doing so in the first place.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who comes home tired and late to the house being silent figuring you were definitely asleep by now.

it was a long day, he felt like he hasn’t relaxed in so long. he takes it upon himself to lay on his bed hoping to get much needed sleep. unfortunately for him, that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.

he tossed and turned until finally deciding to scroll on his phone before coming back to the conversation with tengen about only fans.

what better did he have to do right now?

after a few minutes after making an account he scrolls and sees plenty of woman revealing themselves in lingerie and nude, although none of them seemed to really catch his attention.

that was until one popped up in his suggested.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who’s heart stops when he sees your sweet innocent face on his screen, dressed in a short little white lingerie set that made his head spin.

without thinking he immediately subscribed, now interested in seeing more of you.

he felt his pants getting tight as he scrolled down the lewd pictures of his sweet roommate in not so sweet positions, feeling a throbbing ache in his pants.

his heart stops when he sees a message appear on his screen welcoming him and thanking him for subscribing.

kingofurwaters: how much for me to get you to myself, sweetheart?

it was out of character for him to act so lewd but he didn’t want to draw suspicion by acting how he would normally act.

you: of course handsome :p i can negotiate prices so just tell me how much your willing, can’t wait <3

he almost feels jealous at the fact that you text other men this way and treat your fans like this, but he tries to put it in the back of his head and pretend it’s only for him.

he tries to think of a good price to layout, he was new to this so he didn’t know what to expect.

kingofurwaters: 250 for 20 minutes with you? or should i aim higher for you, gorgeous?

she takes a while to type which leads giyu to believe maybe he aimed too low, he did hear that women made really good money on this app.

you: that sounds good !! could i make a request though if that’s okay with you of course baby :)

the nickname makes him feel warm but also noticeably sends blood from his brain to his cock that was starting to hurt from how hard it was.

it’s been so long since he’s been this aroused, come to think of it, he can’t even remember a time he’s been anywhere near this aroused. he almost feels as if he could cum just from seeing and talking to you from a screen.

kingofurwaters: spit it out pretty

you: can we make it 40 minutes instead? you offered a lot of money so if you can keep up with me then i would hope to give you the best expedience.

his face lightens.

kingofurwaters: of course, anything for you, is now okay?

and with that and talking him through how to do the call through zoom, he finally sees her.

shes wearing a soft pink lingerie set matched with pink and white panties with a bow in the front. he felt that as of now, it had to have been impossible to be harder than he already was.

throughout the whole session, he watched her, the way she moves, and all without her taking the set she had on, off. he didn’t show himself due to not wanting her to recognize his surroundings.

He palmed himself and came three times that night.

for the first time in giyu tomioka’s life…

he was grateful for tengen’s stupidity.

the next morning he rushed out the door trying to avoid any contact with you and heading straight out the door for work. He was never one to mind going to work but he was eager to go home. He was eager to text and look at you through his phone.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who comes home late once again expecting a quiet house although he’s surprised when he finds you cooking.

“oh your home, how was work tomioka?” you asked, giving him those sweet doll eyes that made his heart race.

“was fine, why are you up?” he asks

“couldn’t sleep and then i got hungry, would you like some?”

he looks down to see the fried rice that looked tempting but he pushes the yummy smell out of his thoughts.

“no thank you, enjoy though” he says before waving you off and brushing himself past you, giving you a small rub on your head in affection as he excuses himself to his room.

he looks on his phone to go straight to your page although he seems surprised as your title of your latest video uploaded an hour ago.

finding your cute roommate touching herself on your bed

his heart stopped noticing his bedroom in the thumbnail. she couldn’t possibly know, right?

fuck.

has she done this before?

he scrolls down on her videos and finding that some of her past videos were also in his room at some point. he also started to realize many videos were captioned with “roommate”. perhaps she had a little kink?

not that he minded. his hard dick straining against his sweatpants sure as hell didn’t mind one bit.

he clicked the video listening to your sweet pants and moans were blasted through his earphones.

he palmed his dick through his sweatpants trying his best not to mutter your name like he did when you were asleep.

he keeps at this motion, teasing his dick through his pants feeling overwhelmed with the image of you fucking yourself on his bed.

he is so close when he hears it.

he hears it, slightly audible.

“g-giyu…”

he almost felt as if he was hearing things, rewinding it over and over again to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.

but no, he heard right.

precum began leaking through his swollen tip as he pulls his hard cock out of his pants desperately stroking down his long shaft. that was all he needed to hear.

“f-fuck” he groans out hoping you didn’t hear him as cum seeps through his fingers.

kingofurwaters: need you now. is it okay if we meet up? i’ll pay however much money, just need you now baby

he sends her 3k up front, how could she deny?

she agreed and sent him her address, or perhaps their address.

you: my roommate works hard though so we need to be quiet, don’t want to wake him up :(

always so considerate for him.

he couldn’t take it anymore, with shirt off and now only in his sweatpants he made his way to your bedroom before stopping at the door.

what was he thinking? he couldn’t just go in there and fuck the life out of her. he also couldn’t admit that he was watching her but at the same time, it wasn’t as if she was anymore innocent.

giyu takes too long thinking before he finds you opening the door startled and cheeks flushed as your eyes roamed his toned body.

you knew giyu was in shape but lord was he fine.

“oh uh giyu what are you doing here..?” she said nervously, trying her best not to make eye contact with the noticeable bulge poking through his sweatpants.

“i uh uh” shit.

he tries to think of a good explanation, what the hell could save him from this right now.

“oh hold on just one moment giyu, i just need to text someone real quick!” you say almost worried which sent him clueless, who the hell-

ding.

fuck.

that was his phone. you send him a look and look over at his phone to see your message notification.

your eyes go wide.

but not as wide as his.

notification: you: is it okay if we reschedule baby?

he looks up at you and your looking down and you look ashamed before tears roll down your face.

“i’m so sorry, i knew i shouldn’t have posted those videos or even have been doing those things in your room, i’m so sorry giyu, i understand if you want to kick me out or confront me…” you say in sobs.

he laughs.

why was he laughing? did he find this amusing? or maybe he was happy that he caught you.

“i’m sorry-“ you were cut off by him leaving a kiss on your lips. a kiss? did he just give you a peck?

“that isn’t why i’m here, sweetheart.” he says as he watches your expressions change in a confused manner, he leans in to kiss your forehead and comforting you, whiping away the tears.

you realize and you look up at him as if he was an angel sent down to earth.

Roommate Giyu Tomioka! who made love to you until morning, no longer feeling shy around his sweet neighbor.

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A/N. i have no knowledge on OF or how much they make so excuse me if this isn’t very accurate but most people i see online who have an OF are always balling so i assume they are making bank LMAO, i was originally planning on writing smut at the end but if i’m being honest…i’m not very good at writing actual smut but i enjoy writing the build ups because TENSION >>> anyways i hope you guys enjoyed

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[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

New Friend (Bob Reynolds x Reader) — Part Three

word count: 1k+

masterlist

part 3 of ?

previous part: part two

It’s the morning after your quiet bookstore café hangout, and Bob’s already finished The Midnight Library. He read it cover-to-cover, barely sleeping, eyes wide and heart full by the final page. And now, it’s time for the next book club read.

Yelena pokes her head into the kitchen just as Bob is finishing his third toast. “Hey, Bob,” she says, chewing a spoonful of cereal like she’s got nothing on her mind. “You should go pick up the new book club book today.”

Bob blinks. “Oh. Right. I should. Do we know what it is yet?”

“They posted it on the website last night. The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store. Sounds...religious.”

“I don’t think it is,” Bob replies, wiping crumbs from his fingers. “I think it’s historical fiction. About community and injustice.”

Yelena narrows her eyes. “How do you know that?”

“I looked it up. You said I should try to read some more summaries.”

“Bob,” Yelena says solemnly, placing a dramatic hand over her heart, “you are becoming powerful.”

Bob, confused but flattered, nods. “Thanks?”

“You should go get it. Take your time. Go get a coffee. Maybe buy a cute bookmark or something.”

“…A cute bookmark?”

“Everyone likes bookmarks, Bob,” she says seriously. “Now go. Be free. Read books. Take deep breaths.”

“…Okay,” Bob agrees, already grabbing his tote and heading toward the door.

As soon as it closes behind him, Yelena turns, eyes gleaming. She pulls out her phone.

GROUP TEXT — Operation Bob Goes Bowling ❤️Yelena: he’s gone. time to scheme Ava: omg finally. I’ve been waiting for this. Bucky: why do you always start group chats for your plots Yelena: because none of you read my calendar invites John: agreed. I’m in. but what are we doing? Alexei: am I bringing snacks Yelena: NO. last time u brought expired sardines. we’re doing a casual double date. casual. chill. lowkey. Bucky: for who? Yelena: for bob and the cute girl from book club. i’ve decided it’s time Ava: finally!! okay wait—what’s the angle? Yelena: bowling. or maybe tacos and pinball. something FUN Alexei: bowling is how i tore my shoulder in 1997 Yelena: and yet here you are, stronger than ever Yelena: anyway we’re all going. john you’re bringing ava. bucky you’re going with me. alexei, you can come if you promise not to scare anyone Alexei: i make no promises John: is bob even gonna go for this? Yelena: he doesn’t have to KNOW it’s a date. that’s the genius Bucky: this sounds a lot like a trap Yelena: yes. a love trap 💕

— — — 

Meanwhile, Bob is at the bookstore, humming quietly as he wanders to the front counter.

“Oh! Bob, right?” says the same woman from the first visit. “You’re back!”

“Yeah,” Bob says with a smile. “I wanted to get the new book club book. The, uh, Heaven and Earth Grocery Store one?”

“You’re in luck—we just put them out this morning,” she says, pulling a copy from the display behind her. “You’re early. Club meeting isn’t for another two weeks.”

“I like to be prepared,” Bob says, then looks a little sheepish. “And I like reading.”

“Glad to hear it,” she replies with a smile. “Would you like a new bookmark? We just got new seasonal ones in. Little raccoons with books.”

Bob hesitates. Then nods. “Yeah. I’ll take a raccoon.”

He leaves the store twenty minutes later with the book, the raccoon bookmark, and a large coffee, feeling good. Calm. Like maybe he’s really making progress in his life.

— — — 

Back at home, Yelena pounces as soon as he walks through the door.

“Did you get it?” she asks, trying to sound nonchalant and failing completely.

Bob holds up the bag. “Got it.”

“And… bookmark?”

He blinks. “…Yeah?”

Yelena fist pumps. “YES. This is it. Your full transformation is happening. Book guy mode: unlocked.”

Bob chuckles. “Is that a thing?”

“It is now,” she declares. Then, pretending like she just remembered something, she adds, “Oh! Some of us were gonna go out tonight. Chill night. Bowling and tacos maybe?”

“Bowling?” Bob asks. “I’ve never really gone.”

“Perfect! You’ll love it. It’s very casual. You can just hang out and eat if you want.”

“…Okay,” Bob agrees slowly. “That sounds…kind of fun.”

“Great,” Yelena grins. “I’ll tell the others.”

She turns to the kitchen and immediately whispers, “CODE GREEN. IT’S HAPPENING.”

Alexei appears in the doorway holding a bowling pin. “Should I bring this?”

“Where did you even get that—?”

Later that evening, at the retro-style bowling alley downtown, Bob walks in beside Yelena and Bucky, eyes wide. Lights flash, music plays softly overhead, and the smell of nachos lingers in the air.

“Oh! You made it!” you call, waving from a booth where Ava and John are already laughing over a shared plate of fries.

Bob freezes for a half-second, then smiles.

“You’re here,” he says, surprised but clearly pleased.

“So are you,” you grin, nudging him playfully when he sits beside you. “Wanna bowl with me?”

“I’ve never bowled before.”

“That makes two of us,” you whisper. “We’ll figure it out together.”

From across the alley, Yelena sips her soda, watching like a proud general. “Look at them,” she sighs. “So awkward. So wholesome.”

“Should we tell him this was your whole plot?” Bucky asks.

“Never,” Yelena smirks. “Some things must remain secret for love to bloom.”

Alexei approaches with an armful of snacks and a bowling glove. “WHO IS READY FOR COMPETITION?”

“Oh no,” John mutters.

Bob, however, doesn’t notice the chaos about to unfold. He’s too busy laughing softly with you as you both awkwardly figure out how to input your names into the scoreboard.

You choose your initials. He chooses BOB, which in the all-caps default of the bowling TV, looks incredible. You giggle.

He writes yours in next, glancing at you before doing it. You smile.

It’s not dramatic or glamorous. But it’s warm, and it’s real. And as Bob picks up his bowling ball and almost drops it on his own foot, he looks at you and thinks:

This is nice. I could get used to this.

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Top Secret Fiction Ch. 6

The Confrontation

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: deku makes an appearance here heheh. bakugou lowkey might like fanfics? but only if they're about him. scary confrontation 😟 reader is a bit sad and confused :(

Word Count: 1.4k

previous chapter

As soon as Bakugou got home, he opened his computer and looked up 'Bakugou x Reader'. What came up was a ton of links to different websites, one of the top ones being HeroFiction.Com.

Clicking on it, he scrolled through the sight and found many other original stories about different pro heroes.

While doing this, he learned that this was called fan fiction, which he'd heard about before, but he never paid attention to it because he didn't care.

Keeping the website open, he leaned back and wondered, were you writing fan fiction about him? You must've been, based on your notes. Did you write for other pro heroes, or just him?

A small part of him hoped you only wrote for him.

He sighed and rubbed his hands down his face, trying to think about what the hell he was going to do about this. Clearly, this was something you didn't want to tell him, meaning you kept it a secret.

And he hates secrets, but for some reason, this didn't feel too bad. He was almost... flattered, in a way. He was also curious and he just wanted to know more. But how would he even bring this up to you?

Deciding he'd need help with understanding this website, he called someone he trusted.

"Hey Deku. You know what fan fiction is, right?"

Blushing, Izuku replied with "Why are you asking me that Kacchan?!"

"Because I know you used to write that shit back in high school!" He explained, "Just tell me what you know about this site called 'HeroFiction.com.'"

A lightbulb went off in Izuku's head, "Oh yeah I recognize that name! It's basically a website for pro hero fanfiction. I've seen a few good ones actually-"

"Yeah okay, thanks." Katsuki said, cutting off his friend.

It was time for him to do more of his own research, specifically on this website.

...

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your bed wondering how you got there.

Did I fall asleep? You wondered.

You cringed at the thought of Bakugou seeing you asleep and hoped you didn't do anything embarrassing.

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and saw a text from Bakugou letting you know he had left after putting you in your bed.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and texted him back a thank you, and an apology for falling asleep while he was over.

After tossing your phone down onto the bed next to you, you stretched and blinked away any leftover sleep.

As you were stretching your legs you felt your foot hit something softly. Wondering what it was, you sat up and looked at the foot of your bed, eyes widening when you realized it was your notebook.

But this wasn't just any notebook- this one had all of your notes for fics you were planning on writing.

You thought about how Bakugou brought you into your bedroom, and your heart sank to your stomach when you realized he probably saw your notebook.

"Noooo!" You cried and placed your hands over your eyes. "Kill me now..."

You prayed to any higher power out there that he didn't read anything.

...

Your prayers clearly didn't reach anyone because a few hours after waking up, you got a text from Bakugou that said, "Can we talk? ASAP."

Biting your nail nervously, you texted back "Sure" and asked when and where he'd want to meet up.

Quickly texting back, he told you he'd meet you at a cafe near your neighborhood in a few hours.

A little while later as you got ready to meet up with him you felt like you were going to cough up your stomach and die from your nerves.

You didn't want to accept it, but deep down you knew he figured out your secret. It was already terrifying trying to keep what you did in your free time a secret, but now that the person you wrote about knew, was even more terrifying!

It seemed as though your frantic thoughts made time go by even faster than usual, and it was now time for you to leave so you could make it to the cafe on time.

Taking a deep breath and patting your face, you stepped out of your apartment and began to head to the cafe.

...

As Bakugou sat at the cafe in the outdoor dining area, he tapped his foot anxiously as he awaited your arrival.

After his phone call with Deku and doing his own research (which just consisted of reading other fan fictions he came across), he came to the conclusion that he would accept this hobby of yours, if you were honest about it when he confronted you.

Since he had browsed the website a bit, he came across some stories that were actually decent (but also others that were very, very questionable and he really hoped you didn't write anything like that. ESPECIALLY not a story with him and that damn Deku).

He'd never admit it, but it boosted his ego a bit to know that you wrote about him, and he definitely wanted to read some of your stuff. He wanted to know if it was as good as some of the other ones he has read.

Suddenly, he saw your figure walking towards him and he was snapped out of his thoughts. He sat up straighter and placed his elbows against the table, leaning forward.

You sat down across from him silently with a shy look on your face. "So..." You said softly, "You wanted to talk?"

He cleared his throat, "Yeah. I'll just get to the point..." He said, before hesitating to say, "That night I was at your place, I saw your notebook-"

You grimaced, knowing exactly what he was talking about, and placed your hands over your face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." You said.

Letting out a deep breath, you uncovered your face and continued to speak while looking down at your lap. "I knew this would come up eventually, I just didn't think it'd be so soon..."

Bakugou scoffed, "So when were you gonna tell me? Never?"

You frowned at his tone, "No! It's just not an easy topic to talk about Bakugou. It's embarrassing and I wasn't just going to say 'Hey Bakugou, did you know I've been writing fan fiction about you for three years?'"

He blinked. He could understand where you were coming from. In fact, he'd probably be more weirded out if you had told him that easily. But, even though you were honest now, it still doesn't shake his uneasiness about you keeping a secret from him.

Sure, it wasn't a huge, life threatening secret, but it was still something you kept from him. He liked honesty, especially in a relationship and it's something he valued heavily. A part of him felt like he should've known about this sooner, since it was about him for gods sake!

He sighed. "Before you go assuming things, I'm not mad at ya, okay?" He said, "I just... I think I need time to think about this alright? A few days at most."

You furrowed your eyebrows subconsciously, making your eyes look big and puppy like. Well damn, how was he supposed to stay away from you when you gave him that look?

"Okay." You spoke sadly, "I understand. I shouldn't have kept that from you, so again, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "'S fine."

You rubbed your sweaty palms on your legs and stood up. "I'll give you time now, alright? Just, call or text me whenever you're ready." You said and gave him a small wave before walking back in the direction you came from.

As you made your way back, you thought about your talk with Bakugou.

If you wanted to keep seeing him, maybe you would have to stop writing. You were starting to really like Bakugou, and you didn't want a silly hobby to get in the way of a potentially serious relationship with him.

You felt your eyes tear up. It was hard to think about giving up writing. You had made friends through your writing, your own little community online. It was great! But realistically, could you keep this up forever?

That same night, you posted on your page.

Hi everyone. I've decided to take a break from writing for a while. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I will still leave everything here for you to read.

Thank you, xo.

next chapter

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HIII omg im so sorry i haven't updated this fic in a while 🥹 this chapter was actually really fun to write and omg writing readers thoughts at the end lowkey made me sad!! how do you feel about it? pls lmk!!

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Bloodborne | Li Shen/Zayne x reader | Love and Deepspace

➺ Preface: You visit Zayne a lot at Akso hospital, as it seems to be his second home at this point. Whilst waiting for Zayne outside of his office, Dr. Greyson, a friend of Zayne, sees you and strikes up a conversation with you about your evol, and the potential it could bring to the healthcare field. Unfortunately, you are not that much of a philanthropist.

➺ Reader/MC has an evol of blood manipulation (of highest control). I've lowkey always wanted to write something like this ever since I knew Zayne was a cardiologist. It's literally perfect.

Warning(s): None

Akso Hospital is as usual when you visit: patients coming and going, some doctors and nurses scurry around to tend to their patients and perform other duties. You don't need to speak to Yvonne at this point to know where Zayne is, what he's doing, or when he's going to return. You're okay with waiting, as you two aren't able to see each other as much as you'd like to begin with.

You take a seat outside of his office and scroll on your phone, looking at the website of your favorite pastry shop. I wonder if he'd like the mint macarons. They're really sweet, though. I don't want to irritate his teeth. As you scroll, you feel the presence of someone standing in front of you, and your head turns up to see Dr. Greyson standing in front of you with a friendly smile. You don't often interact with him, as your focus is mostly on Zayne. "Doctor Greyson," you greet with a nod. "Can I help you?"

"Ah, not really," he replies with a short wave of his hand. "You're waiting for Doctor Zayne, I suppose?"

"Mhm," you nod. "Apparently he's in surgery right now. I can smell the blood--very tedious procedure apparently."

Greyson smiles at your comment, "I actually wanted to talk to you about that."

You shut your phone off and slide it in your pocket, "About what?"

"Your evol," he clarifies. He pushes up his glasses and shifts on his feet. "I heard from Doctor Zayne that you can sniff out a trail of blood from a mile away, as well as other feats."

"I guess," you reply with a shrug. "Is there a point to this, or are you trying to butter me up?"

"I know you're a Deepspace Hunter, and I don't mean to overstep, but have you ever thought about helping out here? In the Cardiac Department?"

A beat of silence passes as you process his words. Helping the hospital? In the cardiac department? With your evol? "Uhhhhh," you intelligently reply. "I don't quite understand."

Greyson laughs softly at your confusion, “You see, your ability to pick up certain things in the blood would be able to help us diagnose blood diseases and cancers so much earlier than average. I know you’re not a walking blood test, and it’s completely up to you. I just believe you would be a great addition for the cardiac department.”

“Ah, I see,” you hum softly after his explanation. He’s basically saying it would be beneficial to the hospital and to patients if you decided to help sniff/sense out blood cancers or other diseases. It would generally save resources, time, and money since you would be able to tell almost immediately. “I’m not exactly fit for a doctor’s role, or caregiver’s role, I think,” you say. “I appreciate that you believe me to be useful to the healthcare system, and I do understand how serious blood illnesses are, but, it’s just not for me.”

Greyson smiles and nods, “Of course. It was just a suggestion. I didn’t mean to pry or overstep.”

“Nah, you’re okay,” you shrug softly. “I understand why you would bring it up.”

“Besides, I think it would be cute if you and Doctor Zayne worked together like that,” he says. “It’s perfect, is it not? Your evol is blood, and he’s a cardiologist. It’s like it was meant to be, huh?”

“I suppose,” you reply with a shrug, idling twirling with your belt. “I don’t think the hospital would just let me on board like that—I imagine it takes time and a lot of studying. I don’t really have time or the want to do that.”

“I understand,” Greyson nods. “It was only a suggestion.”

~ You and Greyson talk for a bit until you notice Zayne walking down the corridor towards you two. He’s out of surgery and is clean and back in his usual doctor’s coat.

If you look closely, you can see his eyes shifting between you and Greyson. The very subtle downturn of his lips show some level of displeasure, no matter how low that level is. “I hope I’m not interrupting your conversation.”

“Ah, Doctor Zayne,” Greyson greets with a cheerful smile. “Not at all. I was just keeping Y/n company while you were in surgery.”

“So I see,” Zayne replies. His eyes then slide over to you, and his gaze softens ever so slightly. “Apologies for the wait. The surgery went on longer than I anticipated.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Time goes by quickly when you’re conversing with someone,” you wave off his apology.

“I’m glad Doctor Greyson served as a companion during your wait.” There’s a slight edge to his voice. It’s not exactly jealousy—more like. . . insecurity? Maybe?

“Yeah. Are you taking a break now?” You ask. “I wanted to try the pastry place down the road. It won’t take us that long.”

Zayne nods slightly, “That sounds good. Besides, I’ve been craving something sweet.”

~ “It seemed as if you and Doctor Greyson were having a good conversation,” Zayne says from your side. Both of you are walking down the street to the pastry place you mentioned before.

“Yeah,” you reply. “He was talking about how my evol would benefit the hospital. That I would save a lot of resources identifying and sniffing out certain blood diseases and such."

"Yes. Your ability to detect even the slightest imbalance in blood chemistry and composition would be highly beneficial to diagnosing blood cancers. Often times, patients don't realize anything's wrong until years later."

You subconsciously rub your nose, now acutely aware of all the scent trails to the people around you. "I imagine it can be frustrating," you reply.

"You don't have to do anything you don't wish to," he assures. "Just because you possess an ability that would be beneficial to a field doesn't mean you're obligated to use it as such. You're a good Deepspace Hunter, and you keep Linkon and us safe. I'd rather you on the battlefield than the OR."

You chuckle softly, lowering your hand back to your side. "Yeah, I know. I'm not the most philanthropic person to begin with. The failures of the healthcare system or people's diligence isn't my responsibility."

Zayne hums in agreement and continues to walk with you. The day is nice and clear with a cool breeze passing through. With the change of season, the leaves on the trees are beginning to turn into shades of yellow to deep red.

You look down at his hand as it continuously brushes against yours whilst you walk. With a small influx of your evol, you have more blood rush to your hand. Your skin flushes red and it becomes warmer. With hesitant but unyielding motivation, you grab his hand and can feel the chilliness in his skin. "You're cold," you comment, wrapping your smaller hand around his. "Don't you know patients hate cold hands, Doctor Zayne?"

Zayne glances down at you for a moment before back up to ensure y'all are walking in a straight line and a clear path. "I'm aware. It's unpleasant to be in a sterile environment like a hospital and then feel the coldness of a doctor's hands." His lips curve up ever so slightly, and he glances back down at you. "I suppose I'll have you rely on you to warm me up beforehand."

[rafecamssfavgirl]

rafe proposes in the cutest way

you and rafe had been together ages and yiu knew he was thinking of proposing. bless his soul, he wasnt great at hiding it. when you’d go on his phone, there were jewellery store websites open, and he kept asking you about rings, and you got your nails done (which he suggested), so not the greatest at hiding it, but he still tried. 

it was spring, and he took you out strawberry picking. it was your favourite thing to do in the spring, you could spend hours at the strawberry fields just picking and eating strawberries. you went every year with your friends, but this year it was just you and rafe, but you didn’t question it. you knew pope was busy with school and cleo, sarah and john b were busy with their baby, and kiara was doing whatever it is that she does. 

you were a little behind rafe, picking the best strawberries possible, 

“i only want the best for us” you had told rafe, and he just let you find ‘the best’ for him. he didn’t really think it mattered, as you two were going to eat them or just turn them into jam anyways. 

you were looking at a small patch of strawberries when rafe called you over, and you looked up in his direction, all confused. he waved you over “come here, baby, i found a good one” he called to you. 

you quickly stood up, grabbing your box of strawberries and rushed over, careful not to drop any of your precious strawberries. 

when you got to him, his back was to you, he was crouched down on the floor, and he turned around on one knee with a fuzzy looking strawberry in his hand. 

“i don’t think thats a good one baby” you say softly, “but thats okay, ill help yo-“ you gasp when you realise what it is, you had seen this on your pinterest feed a few weeks ago. it was a strawberry shaped ring box. 

“i love you so much, and i want to marry you, my love. will you marry me?” he asks, the box now open with a beautiful ring sitting inside. 

you jump up and down “rafe! rafe! yes! ill marry you!” you pull him up excitedly and just hug him, just wrapping your arms around his  waist, knocking the wind out of him. 

a/n: idk i feel like this is ass and im lowkey scared to post this? like i never write but its late at night and i decided to do something. and its not long but thats because i dont have the attention span to write a million words

not sure and i hope yall enjoyed this x

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Crushed Expectations are better with you

tags: leon kennedy/reader, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, can be seen as platonic tho, they sleep together 😍, literally tho, arguing and banter they’re such cuties

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Summary: When Leon and Reader fight for an opportunity to work in a real DSO taskforce, they eventually both manage to get a place in differing teams. However, when the day comes to an end, the hopes they had for the week ahead had been flattened completely. So naturally, they bicker as any sworn enemies do… and fluff ensues just like any enemies story.

Notes: this is NOT re2 leon even if it is rught after re2. Umm it’s kind of before re4 but not but kind of?;’;? also hai massive disclaimer reader and leon lowkey laugh at someone throwing up after seeing blood. THE PERSON WHO DID IT WAS AN EXPERIENCED AGENT, NOT A RANDOMER, SHE’S SEEN BLOOD PLENTY SO THEY’RE CONFUSED. theres worse stuff on this damn website but i dont want anyone to think i’m bullying them for their phobia, honest its not in that context anyway just read before i die

WC: 3.9k

You can’t remember when you first locked your heart on an opportunity like this; it seemed like your lifelong dream. The only thing that came to mind was the board meeting with the rest of the rookies you had been training beside for the past three months. A chance to prove yourself and join an actual task force—not just stupid patrols around the block but real, actual missions. It was like your mind salivated at the mere thought of it, your heart instantly picking up pace; the idea of actually wielding a handgun and fighting off drug groups or even mafia was like a seed that was deep rooted into your mind. It fills you with a bright buzz of adrenaline, but unfortunately you’re not the only one who seems to live for this high. Leon wouldn’t dare back down on such a promising idea, so when you both happened to get the place for the internship, anger and betrayal festered in your hearts quickly.

“There's supposed to be one place!”

Leon argued with the director, refusing to believe he had slaved away his life graduating from the police academy, surviving an infested city, and all of this extra‘special’ training only for you to get in regardless of his efforts. Of course you were the same, believing you should’ve been the first to be accepted due to the efforts you constantly put forward.

“Both of you, quiet. The decision is final, we need another person to fill for an injured teammate, so now there are two openings. Now shoo.”

The pair of you didn’t need to look at each other to know the glare on the other’s face. This rivalry was born in the harsh conditions this job forced you two to undertake and the reality of the state of the world right now—trust no one and fight to survive. Leon knew that far too well, and so the feud started the day he saw how fast you managed to beat his record in one of the courses. He had to be better; he promised himself that this time it would be different—it had to be.

On the first day of the job, you were brimming with excitement, arriving far earlier than recommended and even going so far as to prepare something to meet the team with. Time seems to go by quickly when you’re having fun, and while something as serious as this was hardly the idea of fun to many, it certainly seemed like this opportunity would fly by just from how eager you were to start.

If a train could run completely off the rails even with the driver built for the job and perfectly fine tracks, that’s exactly how you’d describe your current situation. An unprecedented mess.

You stumble into the common area following your fifth heavy sigh of the day and likely not the last of the week. The rookies who didn’t get a place in one of the task forces were sent off to observe and shadow a team in the Whitehouse. Also known as the most boring job ever and the superiors just trying to fob off the worst of the crop elsewhere. Luckily for you, this meant this whole space, not that it was very big, was all yours for the next week or so. It’s hardly enough compensation to even balance the scales with the crap you dealt with today, but that doesn’t mean you’ll pass off the chance to actually relax in between the craze that is known as your life. The little table that somehow turned into a snack bar catches your eyes immediately; it’s always empty due to greedy rookies with zero manners. You roll your eyes at the thought of those rowdy savages finishing the stock before the afternoon and brew yourself a cup of tea, thinking over what you could watch on the TV there before heading to bed. The possibilities are endless; hell, you could even watch My Little Pony and no one would bat an eye—perks of being the only one here, you suppose. Though not enough to lighten your flattened mood, you stir your tea anyway and settle on an action movie to actually compensate for everything you had missed out on today—especially the excitement.

“Better head back to your room, this place is mine tonight.” A cocky voice echoes out in the room and thus causes you to spin around a little too fast, instantly freezing from the hot tea splashing onto your sleeve. Surprisingly, spilling the tea was the least of your problems, as you had seemed to meet your worst nightmare on the couch, remote control claimed by his hand as he flicked through Netflix.

Your jaw is practically on the floor—why the hell is he here?! Fighting for the space in the agency, constantly belittling you during training, and even the raised eyebrows each time you failed—that you could handle, but this snapped the thread that was already thinning quickly.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You exclaim before promptly storming over to the couch, disbelief in your voice and tea still dripping down your arms. Even though a small part of you knows he’s technically allowed to be here too since he technically got a space in the other task force, it doesn't mean you’re not allowed to be infuriated by his sudden intrusion.

“Woah, easy there, sweetheart.”

Leon’s eyebrows furrow as well as his lips turn to form a frown, and before he can even roll his eyes, they’re already swirling with something else. Someone might even argue concern.

“You dropped your hot tea all over yourself; seriously, how did you get that internship when you’re this careless?”

His hand wraps around your wrist in a firm grip as he tugs you down onto the couch, grabbing tissues from the box on the coffee table with his free hand. Thankfully, the tea wasn’t enough to burn your skin, though he thought it had for a moment. Guess you can't get mad at the crappy kettle in here anymore.

“I can do it myself—“

His actions only serve to embarrass you—you’re not some kid to be coddled; you can handle yourself. Snatching the tissues from his hands and wiping down your arms, a slightly embarrassed huff escapes, which is more annoyed at his presence than the sting of the sudden heat.

“You do realise I'm staying back here too? Just because I joined a different task force doesn't mean I'm in another country.” He scoffs, chewing down on a particularly large chocolate cookie. Settled on the couch now and having dealt with the tea long ago, you nibble at some of the cookies you never have a chance at getting. The pair of you seemed to have the same idea, having brought your duvet and pillows from your own quarters to turn the couch here into your bed. But that ultimately failed upon realising the other was there; so now you sit at opposite ends, curled up in your own duvets, and throw each other the occasional glare if you even brush legs.

“Well, still— I was here first. You should’ve just gone.” You argue, not about to just let this slide so quickly. He’d be damned if he thought you’d just allow him to walk all over you like this. Leon scoffs in response, leaning over to steal one of the biscuits you took from the snackbar.

“Yeah, as if. I got the couch first, you know; you should really just go make your little tea and run along. Oh no—I can't let you do that; you might spill it again, and I'll have you clean you up.”

Leon’s words only rile you up more, especially since he robbed one of your biscuits, the chocolate one at that. Sure, the snackbar had plenty of them, but that still counts as thievery in your books.

“Shut up about the tea already; you’re so damn annoying. I bet you’ll just go boast about the amazing day today you had too, huh?”

That pisses him off; he wasn't initially annoyed by your presence—always taking the opportunity to agitate you as much as possible—but he definitely is now. He shifts in his seat so he’s facing you directly, harsh sarcasm written in his eyes.

“Oh? I had the best day? Right—like you aren't going to one up me straight after I speak. I bet you’re just itching to tell me all about how they’re going to extend your internship.”

The pair of you go back and forth, your own crashing disappointment mixed with the horrible mistreatment fuelling this anger towards him for no apparent reason. In your head, he’s trying to spite you and brag in order to prove that he’s better. It makes your blood boil until both the blankets along with the crumbs left behind slip onto the floor.

On his side, he’s brimming with the fantasy of just punching you right there. Look at you, trying to rub it in his face. You’re so selfish and rude, and it makes his mind cloud with frustration and rage, unable to even think clearly. Neither of you can realise how stupid this argument is or the pointlessness of it all. So, the next ten or so minutes are spent spewing out every insult in the book, tearing each other down, and only making the anger shared between the two of you fester into hatred.

“You think I have a big ego? You started this whole argument to piss me off because you got the better end of the stick. You’re nothing but a selfish, disgusting—“

He shouts, practically scrambling up and ready to yank you by your collar just to put you in your place for once. He doesn't know what else he’ll do, but he wants to shut you up desperately.

“Better end of the stick?! I had the worst day anyone could ever have—I should’ve just let you take the damn position!” You cry out, frustrated and even more annoyed at how he freely insults you. You’ve had enough of that today; if you take anymore, you might just lose it.

Leon suddenly pauses, blinks at you, and just stares blankly with wide eyes. “Your day.. it didn't go well either?”

Now it's your turn to stare at him like an idiot, confused by his words. Didn't he know that already? You thought he was doing all this because he knew it hadn't gone as expected.

“Either? What do you mean? Did yours not..”

“Go well, yes. Mine was terrible too. Like trying to prove myself to a brick wall.”

That makes you let out a sudden snort as you watch him sit back slightly, finding the words very relatable in your situation as well. Snorting turns to giggling, and you’re soon full of laughter with a small grin on your face. He can't help but crack a smile too, playfully jabbing you with his elbow.

“Hey—stop, it wasn't that funny. You’re laughing at my pain now.”

“I’m laughing because I went through the same thing, idiot. What is wrong with those agents?”

Finding out you both shared a similar experience is a pleasant surprise for him, relieved that for once he can just complain without someone trying to one-up him. You’re far too tired to even keep up that hatred anyway— you’d much rather giggle at your shortcomings even though you two almost got physical.

Grabbing your duvet again and some more cookies, you relax into the couch properly now, both propped up at each end. It’s not the longest couch, so your legs brush occasionally as you sit and face each other, nibbling at snacks while you still snicker at his stories.

“I shot practically two of those damn monsters dead without hesitation, like the agency always taught us. You know what those stuck-up agents told me? I should’ve checked if they were humans first. Those things were practically growling at me!”

You laugh once more as a frustrated expression comes over his face, making your own light up as you prepare to tell him how bad your day went.“Trust me, I've been through it too. They practically ignored me for half the morning and then scolded me for scouting ahead! Not to mention, one of the girls had a serious crush on one of the guys, and she would glare at me every time I asked him for the latest intel.”

Leon’s eyes light up in disbelief, lips curving up in mirth. “No way—they actually have crushes in their own teams? I thought that was like, against every protocol.”

“That's what i thought too,” You nod your head in agreement before taking a bite out of another cookie. “It was so obvious; I was convinced they were trying to test me or something.”

“Damn, and I thought the girl throwing up over a bit of bioweapon blood was bad.”

“She threw up over blood?!”

You feel a weight off your chest as you finally rant about your day to someone else, feeling better knowing it hadn't been your fault. In truth, you were so pent up by their constant attitude towards you that you had started to wonder if you were the problem in the taskforce. Though now you have the reassurance you never thought you needed to relax. The same goes for him, his shoulders relaxing with every word as he settles into the couch. Once you both agree that in conclusion, the opportunity was a waste of time, you shake hands on it, promising you’ll never be as bad as they were. That's hardly a thought now though, already brushing up against each other like teenagers in a sleepover while you pick an action movie.

“I want to watch the new Fast and Furious.”

“Oh, come on, you know they get worse with every new one. Give me that,”

He grabs the remote control, unable to control a smirk at your shocked face, before switching genres in search of something else. “See, this is quality content.”

“Leon—you want to watch a documentary. On war. I’ve already had enough of that!”

“But the action is so much better than your one!”

It takes the pair of you a full fifteen minutes before Netflix breaks and you’re forced to watch a David Attenborough documentary on animals in tropical islands. There's a slight pout on both of your faces having been forced to watch something so.. slow after wanting to watch action and excitement.

That's when you start snickering at a funny-looking stick insect; you point at it and then look towards him.

“Hey, it kind of looks like you-“

He shoves a cookie into your mouth, causing you to splutter before quickly chewing down on it before you choke.

“What was that? Were you saying that’s your twin?”

He points to another strange-looking animal, making sure to pick the worst possible to annoy you. This creates another back and forth until the channel finally changes the film, playing a somewhat decent action movie.

“Hey..” You begin to murmur, your head drooping onto your palm as the night grows deeper.

“Mhm?”

“Y’know.. one of the girls in my team mentioned she won't be here for the rest of the time. So if you wanna.. I don't know..”

“Join your team?”

“..Yeah. If you want.”

Rubbing the bags beneath your eyes does little to soothe you as your head finally starts to sink into the soft cushions and you have to shift your position a little to see him.

“Why? You can’t survive on your own without a little friend with you?”

He watches you get sleepier and sits up, shuffling over to you; there's no way he’s going to let you fall asleep without getting under your skin just a little bit more. The mocking tone makes you tilt your head up to look at him, seeing him awfully closer but you’re too preoccupied with his insult.

“Hey- i can survive perfectly fine! It's you who was complaining; I’m being a good samaritan-“ A frown has already formed on your lip, along with nudging him with your foot, trying to get him to stop.

“Alright, alright, I get the point; stop kicking me.” He picks up one of the pens across the coffee table, playfully poking against the fluffy socks you wear and thus causing you to retract from the ticklish feeling. “I’ll come, okay? I’ll ask to switch teams, but there's one condition.”

“Which is?”

“The night we have to camp outside, we have to share a tent. There's no way I'm risking sleeping beside someone who snores or just stinks. At least I know you’re none of those things, even if you are annoying all of the time.”

You snicker at the thought of him tossing and turning endlessly, your mind returning to a year prior. Leon could never get to sleep during the extensive training with all the other recruits, that much had been clear from the dark circles under his eyes every morning. Still, you didn't provide him any mercy and continued to snicker when he fell asleep mid lunch break. So, as any sleep deprived and grumpy rival would do: he decided to ruin your sleep. He had carefully stepped into your tent that night, eyes heavy but with a determination full of vengeance, and snuck over to your mattress. Tugging at your hair, creaking the mattress, pulling the blanket off, blowing on your face—every single thing he had tried failed to wake you from your slumber. You were such an incredibly deep sleeper, lying on your side with your legs in some random position and one cheek squished onto your hand, that you absolutely refused to wake. He hadn’t slept normally for four days, and so his frustration pushed him to fall asleep right there on your mattress, absolutely exhausted. The surprise on your face when you woke was incomparable, and unfortunately all it took was the shuffle of you sitting up to wake him once more.

“Yeah, alright, deal, but I still can't believe I'm the only one you can sleep beside.”

“It’s not like that—I can sleep by myself, you’re just quiet; it’s like you’re not even there.” He scoffs quickly, nudging you to move up, which you do very reluctantly, bringing your knees to your chest and sitting up. This couch is far too small for two, but he doesn’t care; he’s already moving forward. With a few more shuffles, he’s sitting beside you, both of your backs against the armrest—closer than you had been that night.

“Did the tea actually burn you?”

He asks before you can even question his motives, his fingers trailing your sleeves as he moves them up your shoulder to get a better look. The red mark on your upper arm is noticeable even with as far as you pulled your sleeves down to cover it. His calloused fingertips are rough as they trail the sensitive skin, his eyebrows beginning to knit together in worry.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been such a prick to surprise you and cause you to drop your tea like that.”

He murmurs, feeling a swell of guilt in his gut as his eyes flitter up to meet yours sheepishly— something you’d never expect to see a year ago.

“Thanks, but it’s okay, I don't think it’ll leave a scar. The kettle barely made the tea that hot.”

He lets out a small hum and then pulls the duvets over you a little bit more, looking down at you as you fiddle with your sleeve again.

“You think it’s always going to be this bad? You know, the missions? They treat us like we’re literally nothing to them; this isn’t what I signed up for.” You suddenly blurt out, revealing what has been weighing heavy on your chest for weeks now. It’s not like you could talk to many of the rookies, and training sessions were already tough enough; you didn't exactly need your superior breathing down your neck for simply being unhappy. “Nah,” He shakes his head and playfully puts a hand onto your head to ruffle your hair—messing up all the carefully brushed locks into what now resembles a bird's nest.

“I’ve seen the top ranking agents; none of them are that incompetent. We just gotta prove that we’re capable of being like them too by pushing through this.” His words are oddly comforting considering they’re usually targeted against every aspect of your being, but you’re not going to call him out on that. You blink tiredly and hum in agreement, nodding your head slowly with each of your words. “I guess. When you join my team, we might even overshadow the others.” You chuckle a little, imagining those incompetent people dropping their jaws. They were pretty lazy, to be fair; all you two had to do was stay alert, and that would be enough. He can't help but chuckle himself and follows you as you begin to sink down into the couch, your legs stretching out to touch the other end.

“Don't get ahead of yourself, I'll overshadow all of you singlehandedly; I don't need your help.” He remarks, a cocky glint in his eyes as he pats your shoulder like one would do to a small kid. That only makes you roll your eyes, settling onto your back as you grumble to yourself before spitting out the most childish remark you can.

“Go away, you’re so annoying.”

“I can’t; the air conditioning is broken outside my room, and it’s being much louder than usual.” He mumbles as he pulls his duvet up to his neck; his shoulders bump against yours when he shifts onto his side, cheek pressing into the pillow.

“That's why I'm here, dimwit.” Despite the insult, he can't quite find the cold tone that usually accompanies it—lost in exhaustion and the need to just relax for once in his hectic schedule.

“Are you trying to kick me off the couch? There's barely any space, you know.”

He lets out a small grunt, not saying a word as he shifts his legs to get more comfortable— ignoring the way he can see you fighting to keep your left leg on the couch. “Don't care what you do. You’re just a nuisance.”

“Yeah, because everyone cuddles up to a nuisance, don't they?” You roll your eyes and reluctantly shift onto your side so you won't fall, feeling his warmth disappear from your shoulder as you turn. “What if our supervisor comes by in the morning?”

“He won't—he’s lazy”. He grunts, one eye opening to glare at you in an annoyance that clearly says ‘Be quiet.’ He shuts his eyes again, his nose nudging you slightly. “Go turn off the light.”

“Alright, fine.”

Soon enough, just your memory of the layout of this room serves as your guide as your padded footsteps take you back underneath the covers. Getting comfortable is slightly harder when he is much taller and more muscular than you are, and even more so when he presses his nose into your shoulder properly now, cheeks squishing against your shirt. You’re practically almost off the couch, and you can guarantee you’ll be on the floor by morning, but you’re not really bothered at all today.

Then, as you whisper a soft “Night,” you realise he had fallen asleep first for once.

[cocoatonedcurls]

become an academic weapon 📚🔫✨

hi all !!

with my GCSEs this year, and only a few weeks before back to school, I decided to really lock in yesterday 🫣

so I thought I'd take all the info I've come across while scrolling through studytok and put it into a little post for everyone looking to improve in their studies (& for my benefit as well 🙈)

motivation

this is probably the biggest factor when it comes to locking into your studies, motivation can quite literally make or break your academic achievements (😦)

so, its very important you motivate yourself, and moreover, stay motivated 😭

i've made it sound daunting but motivating yourself is lowkey easier than you think, here's a few ways to do it:

picturing yourself in 10 years, where all your studying and hard work has paid off - you can't be that person without doing the work that they did 😬

you can also do the opposite of the above - imagine how disappointed you'll be if you didn't work as hard as you could have and failed

"revenge studying" - the most toxic yet probably the most widely effective technique - working hard so you can beat than the people who are better than you

make studying aesthetic - create pinterest boards, look at quotes and tiktoks, make success your greatest desire

make it an addiction - if you're bored? study. had a bad day? nothing like setting yourself up for the best future. having a great day? go make it better by making yourself smarter.

get a motivational study app - i LOVE 'Study Bunny' I've been using it for two days now and it genuinely motivates me to be more productive to keep my bunny happy 🙃

resources

obviously, you need some help where you can get it despite all the controversies surrounding studying and the use of the internet, there are some amazing online resources you can use that will actively help you 📚

Quizlet/Anki - both of these flashcard platforms are incredibly useful - Quizlet is a fun platform and you can search for flashcards made by other people - Anki, in my opinion, is better than Quizlet for memorising, and you can import flashcards from Quizlet.

Mindnote - A mindmap making software online, a user-friendly interface + is quick and easy to make them - Great for visual learners

YouTube - the teachers on YouTube are incredibly helpful and can explain any topics you're confused about very quickly and very thoroughly

Spark Notes - great for English literature, with in-depth analysis of your texts and modern translations

Physics & Maths Tutor - free past papers and topic questions for core subjects and a few others, great for active recall

Study Bunny/Flora - helps keep track of your progress and keeps you motivated, I recommend Study Bunny because I can see how much work I've done of each subject and tick off things on my checklist

these are just a few out of many other resources so go do some of your own research, especially if there are websites that help with a specific subject

techniques

different study techniques work best for different people, no technique is a one-size-fits-all, some people are visual learners, others perform best by memorising & etc.

active recall - the only one-size-fits-all method - is a cognitive function that you carry out to remember things in tests, so practising this is a must -> the best way to do this is by completing topic questions and past papers using minimal amounts of notes. basically just testing yourself before the actual test

Spaced-out revision - one of the best ways to make sure things stick in your mind, revise a topic/subject and revisit it every few days, eg. 1, 3, 5, 9, 15, 30; and by the 30-day mark it should be stuck in your mind because your brain believes its something that you need to know in the long run and stores it in your long term memory

Flashcards - great to memorise content for the test, especially subjects that are tested with orals

Scribble method - scribbling on a piece of paper while revising the content in any form, reading, listening, etc. helps your brain store the information you're consuming more effectively

Feynman method - basically just explaining the topic you're revising to someone, this helps you develop your understanding and catches out any areas you're unsure about to revise later

making mindmaps - this is great for visual learners, especially if you use different colours for each section of the map so that you can associate each concept with each colour and recall them easily

again, those are just a few that come to mind. do your own research and find out what works best for you 😇

while studying

knowing how to study effectively is also a crucial aspect of success (obviously) 🤭

here are a few tips:

don't listen to music with lyrics, instead you can listen to lofi tracks, cafe/library asmr, brown noise, jazz music (my favourite)

set yourself a study slot, like 2 hours every day at a specific time & set a focus filter on your phone for the duration of your study time

make an aesthetic/cute study space so you can enjoy your time in that space and it doesn't feel like a chore

get a whiteboard to make learning more interactive & fun

light a specific candle whenever you're studying so your brain knows to associate the scent with working

have regular breaks eg. every half hour for 5-10 mins

reward yourself afterwards, so you associate studying with a good experience

consistency is key, the more you study the easier & more fun it becomes 🙃 the more you study the more you are likely to succeed and fulfil your dreams ✨

remember though, academics is not everyone's thing:

"you cannot judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree"

everyone is good at something, and it doesn't make anyone lesser or greater 🫶

if you try your best, that is all that matters 🫠

- li 🌘

[olderthannetfic]

Fuck I was reading a Chinese fic on ao3 and I was confused as to why my reading speed was slower than usual. Then I realized that it was in Traditional Chinese of course I was slower 😂 It's lowkey a problem I only encounter on ao3 too, since Chinese fanfic/novel websites tend to naturally segregate traditional and simplified purely due to target demographics ime

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TRADITIONAL ARE PRETTIER!

[winwintea]

[ WINWINTEA FILES ]

└➤ oh? hello?

└➤ what’s this? you aren’t supposed to be here…

└➤ london hasn’t finished writing for this event yet! please wait while i go remind them to finish up.

└➤ …

└➤ um… they’re busy.

└➤ i’m sorry you may have to come back later.

└➤ …what? oh.

└➤ i just got information that most of these stories are missing pieces or endings. and that london has allowed me to ask of you to help out with these cases.

└➤ classic london.

└➤ it seems these stories are in case file mode, and each contain “clues”. or riddles i guess, because london isn’t smart enough to come up with so many clues.

└➤ anyways. i hope you fail. i hate my job.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ hi gang thank you for 800 followers?????? i did not think i would get this far, it’s honestly so much for me. like those numbers are unfathomable. especially since this basically concides with my one year anniversary of being a writer on this website, i figured i might as well do a little fun event for my followers? below are the rules on how to participate! it’s a first come first serve basis so get your asks in ASAP!

1. for this event, i’ll only be writing for nct (ot25), enhypen, zb1, riize (ot7), aespa, and gidle (ot6) ! please don’t request for idols that aren’t a part of any of those groups.

2. i’ll only write for an idol once to allow variability, so idols are also a first come first serve basis! if someone has already claimed said idol i’ll allow you to pick another idol.

3. if you are interested in participating please send me an ask with the following information, [idol name, theme/au/vibe, and for fun your favorite color] (idk why i said vibe but i mean like, friends-to-lovers, rivals, fated strangers, and anything else you want to add, etc)

4. if you’re sending an ask on anon, please add an anon emoji! i might lowkey be stalking your account for ideas and more vibes if you send it on public

5. i’m only doing about 15-20 of these depending on my mood so send them in quickly before i close this !!!! (might reopen later)

6. i don’t write smut so please don’t request smut. also if you’re confused about the “clues” thing, trust everything will make sense when i get to each of the cases. 🫶 just remember this is for fun <33

7. please check the list down below to see if an idol has already been claimed so you don’t accidentally take someone that’s been chosen already!

nct

johnny: taeyong: yuta: RESERVED kun: doyoung: ten: RESERVED jaehyun: winwin: jungwoo: mark: RESERVED xiaojun: hendery: renjun: jeno: haechan: jaemin: yangyang: chenle: RESERVED jisung: RESERVED sion: RESERVED riku: yushi: jaehee: ryo: sakuya:

enhypen:

heesung: jay: jake: sunghoon: RESERVED sunoo: jungwon: niki:

zb1

jiwoong: zhanghao: hanbin: matthew: taerae: ricky: gyuvin: gunwook: yujin:

riize

shotaro: eunseok: sungchan: wonbin: seunghan: RESERVED sohee: anton:

aespa

karina: giselle: winter: ningning:

(g)i-dle

miyeon: minnie: soojin: soyeon: yuqi: shuhua:

[angev111696969n]

during the ray peat phase of my life i really thought about food in such a like. life-enriching way and i did honestly feel really good in some ways like i only had green tea, heaps of fruit, milk, a lot of seafood like relative to other times and idk i was going crazy on supplements like if you ever want supplement advice i literally know every product every brand every substance where it comes from what it's supposed to be used for its history in different civilisational iterations of herbal medicine and so on but the truth was that it was a blueprint for me to like escape from what i perceived was an environment (melbourne) which was making me extremely scared to engage with people and lowkey i was like probably in low level meth psychosis somewhat frequently which iykyk it's fucked like i was so scared of everyone and like i'd be randomly tweaking thinking the tree was recording me and had like eyes and faces in it bye. terror era. but i guess i was like aware i just needed something that allowed me to experience decision making and narratives around personal autonomy and suspicion (which i was predisposed to) and i guess like an actual community feeling of finding people who you actually vibe with and like. i literally met up with a guy a few times in melbourne from that website im dead. i told him i was gay and he was like maybe as confused about his sexuality as me anyway like metaphysically at least so it was a vibe im dead asf if i could find my account tho. i read all his essays and published works and like devoured scientific material in that period of my life and i did a nutrition course so that was that arc. but then interestingly that was like the most 'recovered' i'd been as a person but that was unfortunately contingent upon living with an ex which ive already explained but like he was fucked and i was escorting and making bank and he patronised me and idk like i was a cunt to him eventually because i wanted to make him feel as bad as he made me feel but i'm like trying to remember how. being on benzos and other drugs and having heaps of cash and buying designer shit like i was 19 so what im ghetto. ? and i did emdr therapy and saw a therapist who was an ex heroin addict who funded her addiction through sex and im like kinda gagged i had her in my life in that time but lowkey she should have intervened in my relationship. but yeah she was randomly like more whorephobic than me anyway but she was gagged how much money i made? i could afford therapy for example like idk. yuck hall of fame for weird queensland dick neknominations open asf

[yael-autopsia]

I AM STRUGGLING WITH SOMETHING!!!! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CREATE A DND CHARACTER???? I wanted a wizard guy, but I think that's the highest level that you can be... So, I don't wanna piss off the DM before we start a game. Should I get a handbook? The website is lowkey confusing to me.