#help the data nerd is taking over

[wonusite]

Virgin Killer

❝ You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better. ❞

pairing: joshua hong x reader

warnings: cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation

read part two

a/n: huge shout out to hoe nonny for being the mastermind behind this fic! minors dni!!

You’re not sure how it happened.

It’s not like Joshua Hong was nice to you. Hell, he didn’t even act civilly towards you half the time. And yet, none of that matters to you. He’s just so cute and kind (to other people) and smart that you can’t help but be attracted to him. Deep down, you’re aware that what you feel is starting to go beyond that of a crush, but your carnal desire is enough to make you disregard the potential consequences of your feelings.

Nothing matters more to you than having that cute little nerd in the way you want.

“What do you mean he’s not coming?” You frown at Jeonghan.

Your friend rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what you were expecting. You know he doesn’t like you.”

“But you promised you would convince him to go!” You stomp your foot petulantly. “You said it would be my birthday gift.”

“I’ll just get you that perfume you’ve been wanting instead.”

You try not to let it bother you, but it’s hard not to. Most people take a liking to you, and yeah, it’s not realistic to expect everyone to like you. But you can’t help the jarring disappointment that eats away at you whenever you think about how much Josh dislikes you. What bothers you the most is that he has no legitimate reason to treat you how he does. All you’ve ever been is nice to him.

It’s pathetic of you to still chase after him despite his blatant disinterest and cold attitude, but you don’t care. You’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as you want Joshua Hong.

The very next day, you go to the library with the intent to convince him to go to your party. You know he’ll be at his usual table in the corner of the library, studying diligently like he always does. Josh always sticks to his routine—one of the many traits you love about him. A warm feeling consumes your chest when you find him in the exact spot he’s always at.

“Josh!” You call quietly, smiling brightly when he lifts his head.

Ignoring the way he rolls his eyes, you walk over to him, feeling more determined than ever. He doesn’t look up even as you sit next to him. It’s frustrating yet endearing all at the same time.

“What are you working on?” You peer over him curiously.

“Science stuff.” He says curtly. “Things you wouldn’t know about.”

You ignore his dig and let out a gentle hum. “You’re right. Molecular biology doesn’t really interest me. Data structures are more my thing.”

When he snaps his head up at you in shock, you smirk at him. “Sorry. I guess that’s something you wouldn’t know about.”

In all the time he’s known you, he never knew your major. All he knew was that you were on a cheer scholarship. Honestly, he assumed that you were majoring in something that required no real effort. Josh quickly manages to stifle his curiosity and goes back to his research.

“You’re always studying.” You point out, not wanting to waste any more time. “It’s okay to take a break once in a while.”

Joshua presses his lips together before letting out an irritated sigh. “Unlike you, I can’t rely on looking pretty to get through college. I don’t have time for breaks.”

Your smile doesn’t falter at his words, and it amazes Josh how you never take his biting comments personally. In fact, you somehow take his slight as a compliment. “So, you think I’m pretty?”

Despite you not being the type of girl he likes, Josh can’t deny that you’re very attractive. But that doesn’t mean he wants you for himself.

His lack of response doesn't faze you, as usual. “And I seriously doubt that you don’t have time for a break. All the other biochem majors do. They’re all coming to my party this weekend. You should too.”

He ignores the fact that you’ve invited practically all of his friends. “No, thanks.”

Joshua keeps his focus on studying, and as sexy as he looks, it’s also a bit maddening. How can he not want to party with you when everyone on campus was dying for the opportunity? You weren’t vain, but you knew the affect you had on most people. Plus your parties were nothing short of legendary.

“Why don’t you want to come?” You ask him. An unconscious pout brings down the edges of your lips. “I really want you to be there.”

“We’re not friends.” He reminds you. “Why would I go to your party?”

Vaguely, you think it’s sick that you don’t feel deterred by his coldness. If anything, you only feel more determined to ensnare him and make him yours. Only yours.

“Do you not want to come because it’s my party?” You wonder as you scoot closer to him. A smirk lift your lips when he tenses at the close proximity. “Or is it because you just don’t know how to have fun?”

Josh grits his teeth, but doesn’t answer.

It makes you smirk because you can tell he’s on the verge of snapping. Maybe to the point where he’ll fuck you stupid in the library’s bathroom.

“Come on.” You whine, hooking your hand on his arm. It actually surprises you that you feel a bit of muscle through his sweater. “It’ll be fun. You don’t always have to spend your time studying. There’s more to life than just school.”

The last part of your sentence finally triggers a reaction. Josh can handle you clinging to him for no apparent reason. He can even handle your constant teasing, but to have you imply that he’s a straight up lame is—

“Fine. I’ll go.”

He belatedly realizes you’ve gaslit him into doing what you wanted only after you direct your pleased grin at him. However, it’s so pretty that he can’t really be angry.

“Promise?”

Josh actually smiles a little when you stick your pinky out at him. It’s stupid and childish. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself as you’re looking at him with those alluring eyes of yours. He feels like he doesn’t have control of his own movements as he sticks out his hand to wrap his pinky around your smaller one.

“I promise.”

It’s crazy for Josh to be doing this. He doesn’t even like you. You’re no friend of his, and you probably will never be. There’s no real explanation as to why he agreed to come (you manipulating him doesn’t really count because you’ve annoyed him more intensely in the past), but it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s here, and he has to see it through.

When he knocks on the door, he’s greeted by a large jock whose name he can’t remember. The guy squints at him like he’s trying to figure out how Josh even knew about the party. Typical. This was just another sign that he shouldn’t have shown up.

“Sorry, bro.” The jock says, not sounding sorry at all. “This is a private party. No invite, no—”

“Gyu!” A familiar voice calls, and Josh hates that the sound of it actually makes him feel relieved. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Josh is the guest of honor!”

He’s actually impressed at how easily you shove the giant football player out of the way. Your thrilled expression makes a strange feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. As always, you look incredible. The dress you’re wearing hugs your figure just right. It makes you look like every man’s fantasy. (Not his, though.)

“You came!” You squeal happily, throwing your arms around him.

The smell of your perfume invades his senses and makes his mind feel fuzzy. Just like in the library, he feels like he has no control over his actions as he wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you against him.

“How is he the guest of honor if this is your birthday party?” Venom drips from Mingyu’s voice.

You pull back slightly and look over your shoulder with a glare. “He’s the guest of honor because I say he is.”

Your arms are still wrapped around Josh’s neck and his are still wrapped around your waist. Neither of you make a move to let go. Admittedly, part of him doesn’t because of the way you responded to your friend. He’s not sure why it made him feel good, but it did. That feeling doesn’t go away even when you unwrap yourself from him to grab his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” Josh smirks at Mingyu as he lets you drag him inside. A deep satisfaction settles in his gut when the jock glares at him.

Josh isn’t used to the attention he’s getting while you guide him through your crowded apartment. It’s new and uncomfortable for him. He’s gone through the majority of his college years unnoticed, and that’s how he liked it.

He notices that you don’t seem fazed by all the attention. It’s not exactly a surprise. As a pretty cheerleader, you’re popular—obviously. In fact, a lot of his own friends have mentioned that they’d do just about anything to date you. He can see that it’s the same for a lot of guys because more than half of them are glaring at him with pure jealousy.

It’s not like he’s a self-deprecating person, but he can’t help but wonder why you were so adamant on pursuing him. Clearly, there’s more than plenty of guys who were eager for your attention, but all you seemed to care about was spending your time with him.

He still can’t believe it.

“What do you like to drink?” You ask once you two enter the kitchen.

“Uh,” he stammers, not ready for the loss of warmth that he feels when you let go of his hand. “Just beer is fine.”

Josh isn’t a heavy drinker, but he feels the urge to get drunk quickly. He naively thinks it’ll help dissolve the nerves that have settled in the pit of his stomach. He’s wrong. The alcohol doesn’t help, especially not when you leave his side for a moment to say greet someone of your friends. You make him promise not to leave, and he reluctantly does.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Jeonghan is looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk. Josh rolls his eyes and focuses on finishing the remainder of his beer. It only makes his friend’s teasing grin widen.

“I...” he lets out a defeated sigh. “Needed a break.”

Instead of teasing him, Jeonghan only hums. “Yeah? Are you sure it’s not because you finally fell for Y/N’s charms?”

“She’s not charming.” Joshua says as he goes to grab another drink.

Jeonghan raises his eyebrows at that. It’s the first time he’s heard anyone say anything of the sort. The strange part is that while Josh does sound sincere, there’s something about his demeanor that says otherwise. Interesting.

“Really? I thought she would be especially charming to you with all that science shit she talks about. Do you—?”

“What do you mean?” Josh cuts him off. “She’s into science?”

His friend looks at him like he’s crazy. “Um, yeah. She’s majoring in computer science.”

Josh feels like his head is spinning, and he knows it’s not because of the alcohol. He hardly has time to think about how he’s never bothered to know such a huge fact about you because in the next second, you’re skipping into the kitchen with a huge smile.

When Joshua isn’t looking, you give Jeonghan a look that silently urges him to get lost. As much as you love your friend, this was possibly the only chance you would have where Josh was actually willing to spend time with you. If there was ever an opportunity to get close with him (in more than one way), it was now. You weren’t going to let anything get in the way of that.

After you watch Jeonghan leave, you look back at Josh to find him already looking at you. It’s different from his usual stare, and it makes a carnal heat crawl up your torso.

“You’re a comp science major?”

Josh almost regrets asking his question when your smile falters. Belatedly, he realizes that any time you’re around him, there’s always an unwavering smile on your face. His heart starts beating irregularly. Did you really like him that much?

“You...” It feels like your throat is suddenly closing in on itself. “You didn’t know that?”

The dejected tone coloring your voice only makes things worse. In the back of Josh’s mind, he thinks it shouldn’t matter if the revelation upset you. But it does. It matters way more than it should, and he can’t stand the guilt that’s biting at his chest.

You convince yourself that the alcohol is making you more emotional than usual. The sinking feeling in your chest definitely has nothing to do with the fact that your feelings have gone beyond a stupid little crush. You’ve known all along how Josh feels about you because he never hid it, and no matter how much it stings, you have to ground yourself so too many of your emotions don’t show.

“Sorry.” He says awkwardly. “I guess we were in the middle of talking about me for the last two years.”

It’s a relief when you laugh. Not only because the sound is honeyed and possibly one of the sweetest he’s ever heard, but because you’re directing that pretty smile at him again.

As the night progresses, Josh doesn’t leave your side. He can’t believe you actually don’t leave him alone despite how many people flock around you and try to steal you away. But you insist on staying by him and listen to him talk about structural biology.

Eventually, you drag him to your room so you two can speak without being interrupted. It’s probably a mistake, but Joshua likes the feeling of your hand wrapped around his a little too much.

You two are sitting on the edge of your bed when you notice something. His hands are big, the biggest you’ve ever seen. It’s crazy how you didn’t notice before when you grabbed them, but now it was all you could think about. Suddenly, you feel like your head is swimming, and you’re not sure if it's because of the liquor you’ve drank or because of the thoughts that were starting to make you aroused.

“Your hands are really big.” You blurt, reaching over to grab the one closest to you.

Josh feels like he can’t breathe when you bring his hand closer to your face. The way you’re inspecting it like you want to eat it makes his dick twitch.

“You’re so pretty.”

Your words actually make him blush. The compliment sounds so sincere, and he can tell it is. Before he can even think to respond, you take one of his fingers into your mouth. All coherent thoughts are abruptly shoved out of his mind as your soft tongue circles around his digit. You look so fucking hot with your pretty lips wrapped around his index finger, and Josh can’t think of anything but you.

His cock is straining against his pants, but he’s too enraptured with the sight in front of him to care. Josh can only imagine how you would feel and look with his dick in your mouth. You abruptly release his finger with a loud pop, and it almost makes him whine.

You keep your eyes on his shimmering eyes as you lean toward him. “So fucking pretty.”

He doesn’t stop you when your hand smooths over his chest and slowly trails down his torso. It feels too good. For a second, he wonders if you know that he’s a virgin. Probably not since the way you’re currently looking at him would suggest otherwise. Would you be so eager if you knew the truth?

Josh’s breath hitches when your hand rubs over his erection. He mentally curses himself for being so pathetic to let just a few praises and promiscuous actions get him riled up enough to let you do this. But you just look so fucking pretty that he can’t help it.

He lets you grip and rub him until your hands move to his belt. That action snaps him out of his daze.

“Way-Wait.” Josh breathes out. “I... I’ve never—”

He can’t finish the sentence, but you know what he’s getting at. It doesn’t exactly come as a shock to you. Every time you ever brought up anything sexual he had grown visibly uncomfortable. Over the years, he’d gotten better at hiding it, but you could still see that it bothered him. That’s why you did your best to not mention anything about sex anymore.

It doesn’t surprise Josh when you abruptly pull away from him. He’s known all along what type of girl you were, and obviously you want a guy that's experienced in this sort of thing. Not someone like him.

“It’s okay.” You say softly. “If you don’t want to do this—with me—it’s okay.”

His eyes seem to sparkle even more now, and you can’t believe this unfairly attractive man has never actually done anything. Those eyes could get anyone to do pretty much anything. You knew it better than anyone because you had been dying for the chance.

Josh is too stunned to say anything. Were you really not going to laugh at him?

“We can go back to the party—”

You’re cut off when he suddenly smashes his lips on yours. The kiss is desperate and messy, but you quickly melt into it. To finally have him like this is more than you ever dreamed of, and you would take anything he gave you.

When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes seem to shine brighter than ever. You feel a jerk in your chest, and you fleetingly have a thought that Joshua had officially ruined all other men for you. It’s crazy to think because you know that he doesn't even like you.

“I...” He swallow thickly. “I want to.”

Your breath hitches slightly. “You... You’re sure?”

All it takes is for him to let out a needy yes for your hands to move and unzip his pants. The best part? He lets you. Once you free his cock from his pants, your jaw goes slack. It’s big and thick and pretty. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. You lick your lips and look back up at Josh’s flushed face. The sight has your cunt clenching around nothing.

You were going to absolutely ruin him.

You’re torn between looking at his pretty dick and his even prettier face. Eventually, you decide to alternate between the two. Licking your lips, you gently wrap your hand round his thick cock and give it a gentle squeeze. His soft whimper makes you rub your thighs together. The sensitive reaction he has makes you wonder if he’s ever been touched at all.

Slowly, you stroke up the length of his dick. It’s so hot and heavy in your hand that you can only imagine how it would feel inside you. But you push that thought to the back of your mind as you use his precum as a lubricant.

“Fuck.” Josh grunts as his hips buck up gently into your hand. “I-It feels different when you do it.”

You smile at him, watching his face now as to not miss a single one of his reactions. “Yeah? Is it better?”

“So much better.” He moans, tossing his head back.

You’ve never seen a hotter sight, and it takes everything in you not to start kissing up his long neck. The way he’s responding to the attention you’re giving him is driving you crazy. But it would be even better to see him beg you for once.

Josh snaps his eyes open when the pace of your hand slows dramatically. In spite of the situation, you almost laugh when he furrows his eyebrows and pouts at you petulantly. “Please...”

Don’t stop, he wanted to say.

You seemed to understand what he wanted to say, but you only offered him a teasing smirk. Maybe it’s cruel of you to tease Josh, but hearing him beg you for once was the hottest thing ever. You stop your movements and gently squeeze his cock. It takes you by surprise when Josh buries his face in your neck with a bratty whine. Fuck. Now you can literally feel your underwear sticking to your aching cunt.

“You’ve never done this with anyone else?”

His face is hot against your neck, and you can’t deny the pleasure it gives you. “No.”

“So...” you gently run your thumb along one of the more prominent veins of his cock. “No one has ever sucked your dick before?”

He shakes his head into the crook of your neck, and you just know that he probably has the cutest look on his face. You lick your lips and let out a quiet breath because as bad as you want this, you want to make sure he’s okay with anything you do.

“Will you let me be the first?”

You bite your bottom lip when his cock throbs and he lets out a strangled breath. Josh slowly pulls away from your neck and looks at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck yeah.”

Licking your lips, you release him and sink down to your knees. His cock twitches when you start to get closer, and you can't help but smirk. To think that you’ll be the first person to taste him makes you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

You give his weeping tip a gentle kiss you sensually swirl your tongue around to lick him clean. Josh’s reaction is instant. His broken gasp sounds almost cute, and it makes you wrap your lips around him in order to fully take him in your mouth. You loosen your jaw and let your tongue drag along the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

Every whimper and groan of his spurs you on. It has you wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and stroking what doesn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand reaches for his balls, rolling them and squeezing gently. Joshua whines before it breaks off into a high-pitched moan. Your movements make him buck his hips up into you.

“Fuh-Fuck. Y/N.”

There’s nothing that compares to Josh moaning your name. It makes you bob your head faster until you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. When he whimpers about how close he is, you moan around him. The vibration sends him over the edge. Hot, thick ropes of his cum paint your mouth, and you happily swallow it all.

You slowly release him, eyes widening slightly when you see that he’s still hard. As you go to stand, you feel yourself being pulled on to Josh’s lap. The quiet squeak you let out is stifled when he messily kissed you. All you can do is kiss him back eagerly, gently suckling and biting his lower lip.

When you pull away, you know you won’t be able to let him leave your house until you’ve had every part of him. So you push him on his back and crawl up his body until your face is hovering right over his. Gently, you grind your clothed cunt on his hot dick, relishing in the way he can’t control his moans and whimpers.

“You know, you’re so mean.” You give him a soft pout that makes his cock throb against you. “Coming to my birthday party without a present.”

Somehow, Josh manages to answer you through the arousal that’s clouding his mind. “I… I’ll get you one. A-Anything you want.”

You raise a teasing eyebrow at him. “Anything?”

Joshua moans when you start to grind into him. He quickly nods, too addicted to the way you’re making him feel.

With a gentle hum, a slow smirk stretches your lips. “Then, will you give me your virginity?”

His large hands grip your hips and press you down harder against him. Joshua looks down, frustrated that you’re still fully clothed. He recalls always wanting to have his first time with someone he truly liked and had a connection with. But now that you’re here, grinding your dripping pussy on him, he doesn’t really care about that. And it was your birthday after all.

“You really want me to fuck you?”

Hearing innocent little Josh say something so crude makes you lick your lips. “I do.”

He’s aware that this probably isn’t the best idea, but at the same time, you look so good that he can’t help but want your pussy wrapped around his cock. And so he sits up and starts to roughly tug your dress off of your body. For someone who’s never done anything sexual, Josh is pretty good at getting you naked. It makes you smirk. This whole time you knew he was an undercover pervert.

You had been right all along.

Joshua feels like he might come from the sight of your naked body alone. Fuck. No wonder every guy on campus was dying to fuck you. He feels an overwhelming sense of satisfaction to think that you only wanted him.

He lets you pull off the remainder of his clothes. Josh groans when you rub your dripping cunt on his twitching cock, coating it in your juices. He’s obsessed with the sight of your pretty pussy rubbing all over him, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to feel the same about you after you two were done.

“I... I don’t have a—”

“I want it raw.” You moan in his ear, and Joshua lets out a groan of his own.

You yelp out in shock when one of his large hands comes down to slap your ass. He gently kneads the skin before his other roughly grips one of your cheeks. A loud moan tears from your throat when he drags you up and down his cock. He does it so well and so harshly that you wonder if he lied to you before about being a virgin.

Unable to wait any longer you finally sink down on his cock. You both moan at the feeling. Josh’s cock is so long and thick that he’s already touching your sweet spot. Almost like he was made for you. It’s a shame that you know he won’t ever be fully yours.

“Josh.” You moan. “You feel so fucking good.”

He whines at the praise and helps you lift your hips so you can slam back down on his dick. You feel so good, and when you start rolling your hips against his, he starts bucking up into you. The sound of slapping skin fills your room, and if there wasn’t a loud party going on you were sure that your guests would hear how good Josh is fucking you.

“You’re so tight.” He says through a choked moan.

Joshua loves the feeling of your hot cunt clamping down on him. He nearly comes when he glances to where you two are connected and sees your sweet cream coating his reddened cock. Something carnal takes over him and before he realizes it, he’s grabbing your hips and starts helping you bounce on his cock.

You let out loud whine when he gives you a particularly sharp thrust and slams his tip against your sweet spot. Josh is quick to notices and repeats his actions. The way his thick cock is bullying into you and hitting the spongy spot inside you is making your arousal drip down his balls. Your moans can’t be contained, and you barely sound cohesive as you chant out his name.

Josh’s large hands are all over you. They glide up to cup your tits and roughly knead them before they slide down to squeeze your ass. His hips are bucking into you desperately, trying to fuck his cock deeper inside you.

The lewd squelching coming from your sopping cunt filling the room only makes you get tighter around his dick to the point where he starts throbbing wildly. It feels like your head is spinning because he’s splitting you open so deliciously and hitting that spot inside you every time.

“Are you gonna come?” You wonder as you start to gyrate your hips in a circle. “You look so pretty when you come.”

“Fuh-Fuck.” Josh groans. He does want to fill you up. He’s never wanted anything more. “I’m so close. Gonna stuff you full of my cum.”

His words push you over the edge and has you clamping down on him as you come with a loud yell of his name. It triggers Josh’s own orgasm and as you’re riding out your high, you suddenly feel his hot seed spilling into your cunt. He shoots rope after rope into you, angling his hips up to fuck it deeper into your pussy.

Coming has never felt so good. Releasing into his fist is fine, but it doesn’t compare to coming inside your sweet cunt. The way you’re sporadically squeezing him is something Josh is sure he’ll never be able to forget. You’ve probably ruined the pleasure of masturbating because it won’t ever compare to the way you’ve made him feel.

It’s worse because he keeps fucking up into you as his hands grip your ass to guide you up and down his cock until you’re both whimpering from the oversensitivity. Josh isn’t entirely sure how he’s meant to forget about this, or you. He can’t act like this didn’t happen.

You press a gentle kiss to each of Josh’s cheeks as your breathing slowly goes back to normal. His shining eyes have a look that you can’t place, but it makes you grin. “I loved my present.” You murmur. “Thank you for choosing me.”

His heart swells, and he can’t hate it. Because you’re gently caressing his hair like you don’t want to separate from him. It’s weird because he doesn’t want you to.

“Let’s go back.” You say without making an attempt to move. “Soonyoung didn’t believe me when I told him you were here.”

He ignores that you’re close with his friend and nods. Vaguely, Joshua thinks that while he didn’t have his first time with someone he loved, he still doesn’t regret it. Because he did it with you.

Josh is pretty sure he’s loosing his mind.

Lately, all he’s been thinking about you. The worst part is that he no longer seemed to be a priority for you. It’s crazy to think about because, yeah, he had told you on multiple occasions to leave him alone. And yes, he had also told all your mutual friends to pass along the message. But how could you finally respect his wishes after he gave you his virginity?

It’s maddening because in all the time you had class together, Josh never paid you any attention. Now he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. As embarrassing as it is, he can’t physically stop staring at you. He might look like a creep, but the thing is you don’t actually notice. You’re so into paying attention and taking notes that it seems like you’re in your own world.

Finally, you come to him on a random afternoon while he’s at the library. He hates that you skipping over to him actually brings a smile to his face.

“Hey, Josh.” You say as you bend down to wrap your arms around his neck.

It doesn’t help that you’re wearing the same perfume from the night of your birthday party. That smell makes his cock twitch in his pants, and he can’t believe that even the very smell of you has him getting excited like a teenage boy.

“I haven’t seen you around lately.” Josh tries to be casual as you slip into the chair beside him.

Your frown piques his interest. “Mingyu has been taking up a lot of my time of my time. That idiot lives to make my life a living hell.”

He tries not to feel bitter about the reason you’ve been ignoring him. What does he care if you’re spending time with some dumb jock? It’s not like he cares that you deserve someone who was capable of matching your intelligence who you also happen to have great physical chemistry with. He definitely doesn’t care at all.

Josh’s bitter frown has you tilting your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He lies as he returns his attention back to his laptop. “I’m glad you’re having fun with Mingi. You two fit perfectly.”

Anyone might’ve taken offense to the way he purposely disregards your friend’s name and his scathing tone, but it only makes you smirk. You resist the urge to coo and lean closer to him. “Are you jealous, Joshy?”

He doesn’t react, not conspicuously, anyway. The subtle clench of his jaw is enough to rile you up, though. This new development was something that made all the chasing you did worth it.

“There’s no reason for me to be.”

You hum. “So, I guess you won’t care if I call Mingyu so he can fuck me until I can’t walk?”

It’s almost funny the way Joshua stands up and starts to gather his things. But it’s ultimately not because he’s suddenly tugging you out of your seat and dragging you with him. You question him all the way back to his apartment. Josh doesn’t say anything even as he lets you inside. Just as you start to look around, you’re suddenly being pulled in another direction.

You’re barely able to register that it’s Josh’s room before he’s shoving you on his bed. It would’ve pissed you off, but when you look back to see him taking off his clothes, you can’t help but feel excited.

“Josh—”

“You think you’re so fucking funny, huh?” He growls once he’s down to his underwear. “Teasing me like you have.”

Josh’s voice has taken on such a deep tone that you could hardly believe it was him who talked. You lick your lips as he crawls on the bed. He roughly pulls off your skirt and tosses it behind his shoulder. It makes your pussy clench around nothing. When you were teasing him earlier, you didn’t expect to bring out such a side of him.

You lick lips in anticipation.

Last time, Josh didn’t get to fully admire you and look at you, but now he has you spread out for him like this, he’s going to fully savor it. He doesn’t hesitate to rip your panties off, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy. “Do you get this wet for everyone, or is this all for me?”

You would’ve felt embarrassed if you didn’t want him so bad. If Mingyu hadn’t accidentally deleted your presentation materials, you would’ve fucked Josh again sooner. But none of that mattered anymore because you were here now, and he was acting hotter than he ever had.

“Don’t play with me.” You groan. “You know your dick is the only one I want.”

Josh’s cock throbs at your words, and he rewards you by pressing a gentle kiss to your cunt. He licks a long stripe up your slit, stopping to flick your clit repeatedly until you’re crying out for him. The sounds you’re making have him grinding his hard cock into the mattress to try and ease the throbbing in his boxers. He latches his mouth on to the sensitive bud and sucks, hard.

“Josh!” You moan, grinding your cunt into his face.

He smirks against you before releasing it with a pop. Your cute whimpers are something he can listen to forever, and he intends to hear that as often as he can. Joshua takes his time eating you out, indulging himself with your sweet taste. His movements are messy and uncoordinated, but so good.

Before you can reach your high, Josh abruptly pulls away from your aching cunt. He actually smirks when you whine at the loss of stimulation, and you wonder what sort of monster you’ve brought out. But because it’s him, it turns you on.

“Want my cock, baby?”

The pet name actually has you nodded eagerly and clenching around nothing. But because Josh is so fucking mean he only runs his hands over your body and slowly undresses you like if time is frozen. It’s frustrating, but when you go to help him, he harshly slaps your cunt to stop you. It only makes more slick drip out of you.

Josh thinks he might come in his boxers when he leans back and sees your arousal dripping out of you and on to his mattress. He licks his lips, loving how fucked out you already look.

You bite your lip when he finally takes off his underwear and lets you see that pretty cock of his. The way your hungrily eyeing him has Josh gripping your thighs and roughly pulling you toward him. He gently grinds himself between your folds, relishing in the way you buck your hips up into him desperately.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for me to split you open.”

The way you pout of him makes him feel like he might actually go insane. Josh can’t keep waiting and shoves his dick into you with one hard thrust. You both moan at the feeling, and you can’t believe that you had let anything get in the way of having him fuck you again.

You notice his somewhat hesitant with his thrusts, and you slowly slide your hands down to his hips to guide them. Joshua pauses for a moment before he starts rolling his hips in that same angle that you seem to like. He focuses on your bouncing tits and the mewls and whimpers that are falling from your lips. His tip is hitting against your sweet spot repeatedly until you’re tossing your head back in pleasure.

“You like it when I fuck you there, huh, baby?” Josh says with a teasing smirk. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

His voice is sickly-sweet, and it doesn’t match the way he’s sharply slamming his cock into you.

“Fuh-Fuck!” You moan. “Don’t stop!”

Your sweet cunt is clamping down on him so tightly that he’s starting to feel some resistance. It only makes him drill into you deeper, determined to have you come undone on him.

The way his thick cock is stretching you out has your mind going blank. Joshua is fucking into your wet cunt until your moans turn into incoherent babbles. His hips are rolling into yours desperately, and you mewl wantonly when you feel his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Josh gasps.

“Oh fuck.” You whine, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. “I’m gonna—“

Josh groans when he feels your cunt tightly clamp down on his pulsing cock. He looks down and sees his dick is glistening with the arousal dripping from you. He bites his lip, feeling more turned on than ever. By this point he’s thrusting into you sloppily, hips losing their rhythm as hits against your sweet spot.

With one last thrust, you finally break. Joshua groans loudly as your walls spasm around his cock. He loves the sight of you creaming all over him, and that’s all it takes for him to come. Thick, hot ropes of his cum spill into your walls. He surprises you when he starts fucking his cum into you, hitting your spongy spot over and over again with a smirk.

Eventually, he stills and slowly pulls out of you.

You whimper when he spread your lips to watch his cum drip out of you. For a moment you think he’s done until he’s shoving his face into your sloppy cunt, sucking and licking at it like a starved man. You hiss at the overstimulation, but it feels so fucking good.

Joshua pulls away from you with a smirk. Your thighs are quivering, and the sight makes him shove his still-hard cock back inside of you. He throbs inside your hot cunt, stretching you open with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” Josh rasps, as he starts fucking into you like it’s the last time he’ll get to have you like this.

“J-Josh.” You whimper as you arch your back. “S-So fucking good.”

It’s crazy how fast he finds your sweet spot again. He keeps slamming his cock against that spot, and it makes you feel almost dizzy. Joshua seems to notice this because he starts snapping his hips deeper into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the veins of his thick cock dragging along your velvety walls.

The sound you let out when Josh throws one of your legs over his shoulder is so fucking sexy that he can’t help, but moan along with you. All the arousal coating your inner thighs makes a sticky mess and fills his room with lewd squelching sounds.

“Don’t stop!” You plead, bucking your hips upwards to match his thrusts.

Josh watches his cock slip in and out of you with a loud moan. To see your cream covering his cock drives him wild. He picks up the pace, needing to see you come all over his dick again. Your mouth is dropped open in pleasure, and before he can think twice about it, he presses his lips to yours and drinks in every muffled squeal as he angles himself to bury his tip against the sensitive, velvety spot of your walls.

You can only moan as Josh continues to slam his long, veiny cock inside your tight little cunt. He smirks when you groan and drive your nails into his lithe back. Your legs tremble as he keeps thrusting into you, his girth splitting you open all over again.

“You just can’t get enough of my cock, can you, baby?” He tells with a smirk. You can’t respond because he sinks his teeth into your neck as your walls tighten on his throbbing cock.

“Fucking love your cock.” You mewl.

The way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin is almost too much and makes your head spin. Josh slips his hand down to your wet pussy, circling his fingers against your slippery bud. It only takes a few calculated strokes for you to cream and gush around his cock. Your toes curl as you orgasm with a loud cry of ecstasy.

Joshua groans as he feels his own climax take over him. Your tight cunt continues to milk him until he's forced to stop and pour himself into you. The feeling of his hot seed painting your walls is something that you’ll never get enough of. He sloppily fucks you both through your orgasms until he can no longer handle the overstimulation.

It takes you by surprise when Josh presses a tender kiss to your lips. He only grins at you before he rolls over with you on top of him. Somehow, he manages to keep his cock inside you as he nuzzled into your hair. He lets out a deep breath and gently runs his large hands up and down your back.

“Will you stay?” He asks shyly, and you can’t believe that this is the same guy who was railing you like no one else ever had before.

“Yeah.” You grin. “I might as well get used to being here.”

Joshua doesn’t try to hide his grin. He never thought that this was how things would turn out, but he’s so glad they did. Because now he was never going to let you go.

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[honeesucker]

Prelude -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count:  2,263

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

*Not Proofread.

Next Part

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended. 

He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work. 

“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.  

“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.” 

“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him. 

“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.” 

“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded. 

“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.  

Bullshit. 

“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut. 

“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA. 

“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.  

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.  

A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need. 

“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.” 

“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.” 

“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.  

“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat. 

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.” 

Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder. 

“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.” 

Slam. 

Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program. 

Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them.  He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used. 

Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room. 

Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately. 

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <info@MHRFP.jp.com> 

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <explosionmurdergod@endeavoragency.jp.com> 

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM 

Hello Katsuki Bakugo, 

Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption. 

In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience. 

Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.   

Best regards, 

The M.H.R.F.P. Team 

Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out. 

“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.  

Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid. 

[saetoshis]

cw: fluff, dan heng is just a cute little nerd!

adorable nerdy bf dan heng who, once he opens up after a while of dating, talks about data analysis or computer science or random information without even taking a breath.

“-and so that’s how python works. are you… listening?” dan heng hesitates, tilting his head as he looks down at you where you have your head cradled in his lap. he sighs, knowing he got off on a tangent yet again. “…sorry, i was talking for a while. i’ll stop.”

“i’m listening. keep going…” when you look up at him with such sweet eyes and an interested lilt in your voice, dan heng thinks he’s melting from the inside out. you find his little interests and quirks to be undeniably attractive, and you can’t help but smile until your cheeks hurt with every word he lets out.

“oh…” dang heng almost looks surprised, and it shows in the way his eyes light up a little bit. he caresses your cheek so gently, as if all his appreciation for you was pouring through his one little touch.

he gazes down at your eyes, then your lips, and suddenly he’s not so interested in talking anymore. it takes only a moment before he’s pressing his lips against yours with all the love in the world, his hands caressing your back and pulling your frame against his chest.

“i love you, dan heng…” you smile out the words between lustful sighs, and those words are enough for him to crack. his touches and ministrations are suddenly more urgent and needy, his broad shoulders shifting to shadow over you.

dan heng murmurs against your ear, “you have an extraordinary talent of shutting me up, you know that?”

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy or repost.

[msfantasy-anime]

Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Dynamight figures out what you and Deku got up to on the roof.

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Handjob, swearing, slut-shaming

Part Two - Masterlist - Tip Jar

“Interesting that the cameras seem to be working… IT reports that there should be no data feed issues and suggest the footage was removed.” Bakugo states staring at the museums curator Y/n L/n.

“Interesting yet unfortunate- I suppose these things happen.“ You shrug your shoulders at the accusation. Bakugo continues to analyse your nonchalant behaviour, the way you were overly comfortable with the accusation made him more certain that your the villain in the footage.

“For the record - I know your full of shit. I just want to know what happened on the roof. ” You smile at his directness. There was no reason to act coy anymore, you both knew the truth but it was just so fun to see the hot headed Dynamight getting worked up.

“Spill nerd! What happened on the roof?! All I can see is you chasing the villain and then and hour later the camera shows you standing up and walking away.” Deku winces under Dynamights harsh glare. Sweat drips down his forehead, nervousness prickling at his skin. Turning his gaze towards you he sees your shit eating grin, enjoying the sight of a hero turning to mush right before your eyes. “What happened on the roof?!” Dynamights voice booms across the room making Deku release a strangled wine.

“Stuff!” Deku yells, forsaking any hope of getting out of Dynamights crippling stare.

“Stuff…” Dynamight grunts turning his attention back to you, he jabs a finger into your shoulder.

“I don’t give a damn about this damn relic you stole. Royal family isn’t pressing any charges with the whole political bullshit in India, I’m just getting paid to tick a box on the insurance forms. But what I do care about is this idiot, fucking up all his hard work over some cocksleeve!” You look up to Dynamight, eyes half-lidded.

“Jealous my little boom stick?” Your coo taunts, a mocking laugh escapes you as you watch his vein in his head twitch.

Dynamight retches a growl as he storms out of the conference room leaving you and Deku alone at last.

“Come along Deku, I have a limo waiting in the lot to take you back… I’ll be escorting you of course.”

———————————————————————————

“You’ve been such a good man haven’t you?” Deku clutches at the leather seat. The limo speeds across the highway blurring the scenery, or was it the verge of orgasming?

His shaft throbs streams of precum, his dick hardening ever more as your hand begins to increase its speed. Your other hand cradling his family jewels, rubbing them together gently, creating that tantalising buzz that shoots pleasant fire down his thighs.

Your arm is growing tired at the repetitive motion, but you push through the burning sensation, determined to reward Deku for not ratting your identity out.

Besides… he just looked so delicious as he turns into a pool of moans and groans, his eyes rolling back at the stimulation your hands are giving him.

“Mhs g’d.” He utters lulling his head back, you watch his abs clenching as a guttural groan presses out of him. Lines of hot cum shoots out and begins to slide down your masterful hands.

Grabbing the near tissues you wipe away the stream and throw the used tissues to the side.

Deku wraps his hand around your waist and plants his face right into your chest, smushing the fleshy mounds into his face. His dick remaining hard as he continues to touch your body.

“I’m ready to go again.” Shoving his hand between your thighs he runs his fingers along the trim of your panties.

“Can’t - we’re arriving at your agency.” You whine sadly helping your disappointed lover back into his pants.

“Tell the driver to go to this address, I need to take you now.” He says shoving a phone into your hand with a home address lighting up the screen. You pause staring down at the map, taken aback with what this means.

“Is this… is this your-“

“My home. Now get the driver to take us there now or else I’m having you in their back seat.”

[pidges-lost-robot]

An episode that is Keith and Lance catch something that seems a lot like flu.

The healing pods can't identify what they have. It can only identify the symptoms they have, and the medical databanks on the castleship are pretty out of date.

While those two are causing chaos cause neither of them will admit that flu is knocking them on their asses and they're bored so they keep going off in the castle trying to find something to do, Coran realises he has no idea how to help treat them outside of the superficial symptoms they have and is worried if he doesn't figure it out, he could accidentally make them worse off.

He resolves eventually to accept his limitations as the person in control of the castleship, Allura is in the Black Lion at this point so Shiro has been helping out with flying the castleship and maintenance and takes a more role in doing this while Coran is busy trying to figure all of this.

After asking some allies in the Voltron coalition to check the two over, they offer him help with updating the castleships medical data and further training from other planets across the coalition.

Further help with knowing things that have been going on history wise (I've mentally decided that season 1 was the team finding the lions, and learning to fly them and eventually forming voltron, season 2 is branching out to the universe and forming allies and this is season 3 episode potential of them more regularly going out in the universe and having stronger bonds I the universe)

He'd presumed his knowledge wouldn't have been too out of date, but time went on without him and Allura in many respects.

We also in this episode discuss how Lance and Keith possibly caught something like flu and it turns out that flu evolved into existence on earth and out in the wider universe independently of each other.

Lance suggests this initially when Shiro finds him in a bathroom by a sink when he dozed off while putting on a face mask after displaying symptoms similar to Keith and is taking him to the medic bay. I headcanon that a fair few members of his family are medical doctors, and so he ended up a biology and psychology nerd. He suggests it could be like convergent evolution, like how a bunch of variations of types of animal crop up in continents independent of each other or that its maybe like crocodiles and alligators where flu came to earth via aliens or vice versa years ago and they didn't end up evolving in too different of a way.

Shiro replies to this by saying it can't be flu, Lance don't you remember how cold killed off the aliens in War of The Worlds. The alien who caught it on earth wouldve died or humans would've and we should be concerned cause you and Keith will have no immunity to whatever this is.

Lance responds with "do you base all your science off HG Wells books?" And he says touché and I stand by this as a set of lines that happen here.

I'm aware most of this is dumb but I wanted to expand on some filler episode ideas I have trapped in my head.

[raplinesmoon]

Aguardiente y Limon (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x sugar baby!reader (feat. shady business partner Hoseok) genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 2.7k (the hold these two have on me) warnings:  Dom!Seokjin, Dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, daddy kink, sir kink, grinding, they all just sweaty horny fools, sensory deprivation (blindfold), improper use of expensive alcohol smh, nipple play, oral (f receiving),  degradation, RINGSSSS, brat taming mode on, panty ripping, spanking, hitting it from the back, spit kink, Hoseok is a sadistic slimy mf (we love him tho), hair pulling, licking, throat fucking, spitroasting, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking rating: 18+

summary: Still caught up in work even when you’re off the clock, you and Seokjin find a creative, more daring way to let off some steam - with a little help.

a/n: Interrupting this author’s note bc I JUST HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT MIN YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK. Anyway, I had a good past couple of days with progressing towards graduation and I felt like rewarding myself with some writing (it is rough tho, it’s my first time writing poly, pls go easy on me). So enjoy this shameless 2seok fic that I’ve been wanting to write forever bc the world needs more 2seok fics 🥵 (they own me). Also pls imagine blonde Hoseok and summer package Seokjin with the open necked shirt and chain for this one!!

listen to: aguardiente y limon by queen kali uchis!

Eyes blurring, your computer screen turns into a brilliant kaleidoscope of blues and greens and pinks, the dots blurring together when you close your eyes, rubbing at your temples. Sighing, you slam your laptop shut. The data analysis could wait. Dr. Ko had you pulling extra hours in the lab anyway, crunching numbers and supervising the clueless first-year dental students who, in their eagerness, had nearly knocked over years’ worth of research on oral drug delivery using chloroplasts.

“I knew you’d cave,” a voice snickers to your side. Looking over at the window, Kim Seokjin is the picture of elegance, the vibrant sunset illuminating his broad figure in hues of pink and orange, the sound of waves crashing behind him, and you can almost imagine the blue of the ocean mirror in the smart button-up he wears.

“I didn’t cave,” you pout, not wanting to admit you’d gotten tired of working. “Just taking a break.”

Seokjin had brought you by the seaside to have fun, paying for your flight, but you’d felt guilty, insisting that if he was off attending the biomaterials conference all day, the least you could do was catch up on grant applications and submitting abstracts for your own work. 

It had pained him to see you hunched over the tiny hotel room desk, working hard, instead of flouncing around in the tiny, colorful bikinis he’d seen stashed away in your suitcase, but he had to admit, your determination, and the slightly askew glasses on top of your head, only made you cuter.

“Here, take a sip,” he holds out the glass of Veuve, bubbles fizzing and almost shimmering in the waning light. You knock back the glass, the fizziness making way for the burn in your throat, What was the point of expensive alcohol if it still tasted like wet cardboard?

Seokjin is smiling softly at your disgusted face, but it soon makes way for a smirk, a mischievous look crossing your face.

“Oh no,” you groan. “I know that look. Why can’t we just stay in and watch a movie?”

The movie would be the easiest way to let off steam after your grueling work session. Snuggled against Seokjin under the covers, you know your eyelids would soon drop and his hands would start to wander underneath your shorts, ending with you bouncing up and down on his cock. It was a simple, three-part equation, guaranteed to work every single time. You were both STEM nerds after all.

“Not today,” he chuckles, lifting you up by the arms, sending you stumbling into him. Your lips are plump from biting and your cheeks are puffed out, and he holds himself back from kissing the stupidly adorable pout off your face.

“Now,” he leans to whisper in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. “Be a good girl and get dressed for Daddy.”

Tensing, you make your way through the crowd of rowdy spring-breakers, hand tensing in Seokjin’s as he leads you both to the beachside bar. The floaty sundress you’d picked out to wear clings to your body with sweat, exposing the bright neon of the bikini you’d worn under. If Seokjin notices, he doesn’t say anything, a lazy smirk gracing his handsome features when you came down to meet him in the hotel lobby.

“Is this really your idea of fun?” you question him, nose twitching at the smell of liquor mingling with the sea breeze.

“Not particularly,” he says nonchalantly. He’d switched out the formal blue button-up for a more relaxed look, the buttons of his linen shirt casually undone, exposing the glimmering chain around his thick neck. He’d caught more than a few stares as the two of you traipsed down to the beach, fitting right in with the crowd,

“I figured though,” he turns to you, brown eyes sparkling. “They always hold these fancy conferences in the nicest places. It’s so depressing being stuck in presentations all day. I swear to god, it makes me want to drink and go out more.”

You smile at that. In the brief time you’d known Seokjin through your arrangement, you knew he was a homebody at heart, preferring casual, lowkey situations to many of the fancy parties and events his job required him to attend. While at first, you’d gotten a kick out of his lavish lifestyle, those times soon waned when you realized it was more fun goofing off in his kitchen together, making a viral TikTok recipe, or playing Mario Kart on his couch. Not that it stopped him from blowing your mind after anyway.

“Drink?” his inquiry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you nod, not realizing your throat had gone dry. Whether it was from dehydration, or from following the trail of sweat that trickled down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, mirroring the uncomfortable pool that had begun to form inside your bikini bottoms.

Watching him turn away, you curse yourself. Why’d he have to be so unfairly hot? Get a sugar daddy, your best friend had joked around with you one day. It’ll be fun, she said. And then next day, bummed after another tuition statement in the mail, you’d happened upon Seokjin at a networking event. Fate had lined up so miraculously for you, that sometimes you couldn’t believe it.

Breath turning shallow, you mull the best strategy to convince Seokjin to ditch the wild spring break party and have one of your own upstairs. You almost don’t hear the low chuckle behind you, footsteps silenced by the sand.

“We meet again,” a voice drawls, and you turn, heart stopping. There, blonde hair glinting against the reflection of the beach bonfire, is Jung Hoseok, eyes trained right on your tits. Shit.

“I’m actually here with someone,” you make up an excuse quickly, eyes searching for Seokjin, only to find that he’s been caught up at the bar, trying to push through a crowd of rowdy fraternity brothers to order drinks. Heart pounding, your eyes meet Hoseok’s, and you swear his smirk looks even more devilish in the low light, feeling yourself clench under his gaze. 

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispers, words awakening memories of your last meeting. Before you know it, you’re pulled up against him, the blunt head of his cock brushing up against your ass, ashamed to find it does nothing but arouse you more.

“Dance with me,” the words come out as an order, not a question, the hypnotizing beat of the reggaeton song in the background drawing you into a trance, and before you know it, your hips are swaying to the beat, Hoseok’s hands wrapping around your waist, pressing until you can feel every inch of him against you.

Feeling his subtle smirk behind you, his hands leave burning touches all over your body, and you’re a sailor caught in a siren’s trap, only able to seek relief from the very thing that’s torturing you.

You’re unaware of how many songs pass by like this, the sticky feeling between your thighs growing more with every fluid thrust of his hips. You feel hazy, head spinning with arousal, a low whine escaping your throat, being carried away on the wings of the wind. This madness had to stop.

Hoseok’s eyes widen in shock when you reach behind him to grasp the fine hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Before you can ghost your lips over his, you’re interrupted by a snarl.

“Jung. Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s not nice to play with things that aren’t yours?”

Turning at Seokjin���s voice, you find him, eyes blazing at the sight of you wrapped around Hoseok. 

“Actually,” Hoseok answers with a salacious smirk, “she told me sharing is caring.”

Hoseok’s lust-filled eyes meet Seokjin’s and what you thought to be anger in them initially is replaced by a darker, deeper look. One filled with desire. Looking between the two men, a delicious shiver runs up your spine in anticipation of whatever punishment Seokjin has planned.

“Princess,” Seokjin commands. “Upstairs, now.”

A low hum is all you can hear, ears muffled by one of Seokjin’s ties serving as a blindfold, toying with your senses. Seokjin’s hand had curled around your waist on the beach, pulling you away from Hoseok, never leaving your side on the trek back up to the hotel room. He’d said nothing, jaw clenched, skin glowing with sweat, and you knew you’d hit a nerve, one that would result in you getting your back blown out.

All of a sudden, a cold splash causes you to jolt, liquid spilling onto your tits, soaking through the thin fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden under your bikini top, and you can imagine Seokjin through the blindfold, salivating at the skimpy attire. You don’t have time to think, though, before a pair of plush lips wraps around the hardened bud, sucking and laving at it until your tits are aching. You keen when his lips retreat with a pop, before descending on the other one, giving it the same treatment. Heart pounding in your ears, all you can hear is the soft sucking sounds, and your cunt clenches around nothing. Every touch feels sharper, your senses heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins.

Another splash, and the cold liquid lands on your clothed pussy, soaking through the bikini bottoms. For a brief moment, you think you feel Seokjin’s crooked fingers swipe against your folds, pushing the fabric to the side before ghosting over your clit, swiping against the hardened nub but never touching it in the way you need.

“Ahhh, Daddy, cum, please, need to cum–” your whines are cut off by a brief snicker, more liquid splashing against your cunt, before you feel a tongue swipe against your burning core, sopping up the messy pool that has begun to drip onto the bedsheets.

“What a pathetic slut you have, Kim,” the voice groans against your folds. “So needy, all she wants to do is cum. Doesn’t matter who sticks their dick in her.” 

You should’ve known by the swipe of his tongue, the thinness of the lips plunging into you, that the mouth wasn’t Seokjin’s. It moved far too furiously, lashing and licking at your walls, teeth grazing your clit, when all this time, you were far too used to Seokjin’s slow, languid licks. 

“Jung,” Seokjin’s voice is dangerously low, and your cunt clenches around Hoseok’s tongue when Seokjin tweaks your nipple, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Stay in line.”

“As you wish,” Hoseok replies, before diving back in and continuing to eat you out like a man starved, ringed fingers brushing against your clit as he reaches up to shred the fabric covering your cunt into pieces, leaving you bare and exposed to him. 

Feeling your hair stand on end, you know your orgasm is close, finally crashing over the edge when you feel Hoseok plunge two fingers into you, tongue lashing against your throbbing clit.

Your chest heaves, coming down from your high, and you feel hands – Seokjin’s – gently remove the blindfold, blinking your eyes as the world comes back into focus. The debauched sight of Hoseok’s smile is the first thing you see, face and chin smeared with your wetness, winking as he sucks your arousal off his digits. 

“To her credit,” Hoseok smiles, landing a light slap to your cunt, causing you to whimper, “your girl does taste better than those sorority girls drunk on Tito’s that I ran into this morning. Maybe it’s the Veuve.”

Next to him, the expensive champagne bottle lays overturned, the golden liquid spilling into the sheets, where it mixes with your juices.

“Enough, it’s my turn now,” Seokjin growls, undoing his belt, and Hoseok’s eyes widen before he cowers under his intense gaze, slipping off to the side. 

“Hands and knees,” he commands, and you know better than to disobey him, knowing just how dire the punishment would be if you even dared disobey. A loud spank lands on your ass, and you buckle forward, submitting to his order. You squirm in anticipation, waiting for Seokjin to fill you up someway, anyway he can. But Hoseok beats him to it, his fingers reaching behind you and spreading your messy cunt, dribbling until a thick glob of split lands on your ass, trailing down to your leaking entrance.

“Better hurry and fill her up, Daddy,” he taunts Seokjin. “Or she’ll be begging for Sir’s cock instead.”

Need coils deep in your belly, walls fluttering, and Seokjin chooses that moment to slam his length inside of you, filling you up completely.

“Fuck!” you squeal, and his hand pins you down underneath him, preventing you from reaching around and wrapping around him like you always loved to do. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he groans when you begin moving your hips back against him, the two of you locked in a passionate dance. You feel a sharp tug, and he pulls you up by your hair, continuing to pound into you. You feel like you’re in overdrive, body coated in sweat, mind running at a thousand miles per second yet also unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his cock inside of you. He licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck, messy spit landing on your cheek, and you feel him moan into your ear.

“Yours!” you gasp when he pulls one leg around his waist, opening you up even more. His palms play with your tits, and you’ve almost forgotten there’s another person there in the room until you feel your face turned sharply to the side. 

“Little slut loves getting her pussy fucked open, doesn’t she?” Hoseok laughs against your lips, smearing your lip gloss with his thumb, before pulling you into a messy kiss, tongue slipping in between your teeth. It’s over before you can register it, and you feel Seokjin’s lips against your neck again, nipping and sucking at the flesh, making sure to leave marks. Because he can.

“Open for sir,” Hoseok orders, barely giving you a moment to breathe before he’s plunging his length down your throat. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, nerves tingling with delight when you hear him hiss. Hoseok’s hips slam against you, fingers carding through you hair as he pushes you back and forth on his dick, motions as fluid as a dancer’s.

Jaw aching, your body lights up from head to toe, the muscles of your throat tightening around his cock. Seokjin continues to batter your pussy from underneath, and you feel like a livewire, sparks crawling underneath your skin.

“Always a good girl for me,” Seokjin grunts, “letting me fuck this tight pussy any time I want.” 

You moan in response, Hoseok’s length throbbing inside your mouth, and you know he’s close. 

“Make him cum, fuck,” Seokjin commands, and your eyes widen, turning back to face him. The look in his eyes is completely serious, beads of sweat forming at his hairline, and you feel your cunt clench around him, and you give Hoseok one last, long suck, his salty release spilling down your throat.

“Leave,” Seokjin tells him, and you watch him retreat, motioning “call me anytime” before shooting you a wink. 

As soon as he steps out the door, Seokjin’s thrusts slow, setting a lazy pace as he ruts into you, fingers rubbing against your clit.

“You did so well for me,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Cum.”

And despite his gentle urging, you cum with an ecstatic scream, pussy squirting all over Seokjin’s cock as he spills into the condom. His hands bring you down with soft touches to your back, the inside of your thigh, your belly, and you think you’ve never felt more content in your life.

Shuddering, you feel his warmth disappear beside you before he returns a few minutes later, cleaning you up with a damp towel, eyebrows drawing together in concern at your whimpers.

“M’okay,” you whisper, making grabby hands at him. “Just sleepy.”

You feel the bed dip next to you, his strong arms wrapping around you, before his windshield wiper laugh echoes in your ears.

“Damn it, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie.”

A/N pt. 2: I am thoroughly sweating but thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. I hope to be back on track with writing and interacting sooner rather than later! Lots of love, Isi 💜

[galaxywarp]

Think you could ramble about hard drives? I think your old blog was actually what got me to buy my first HDD

oough yeah OF COURSE I can ramble about hard drives!!!!! i could ramble for days about hard drives. but I’ll spare you that, and stick to a particular subtopic instead

let’s talk about CMR and SMR! what these terms mean, what the differences are between them, and why it’s important to know which your HDD uses before you buy it!

HDD OVERVIEW

HDDs, or hard disk drives, are data storage devices that have moving mechanical parts.

In HDDs, data is physically recorded using magnetic tracks on the disk.

CMR and SMR are both different methods for writing data onto an HDD.

There are pros and cons to each, and you’ll have to choose one based on what’s best for your use case, so let’s go over the differences!

CMR (Conventional Magnetic Recording)

CMR, or Conventional Magnetic Recording, has been around longer as a means of writing data to hard disks.

On a CMR drive, data is written side-by-side, with small gaps in between to avoid overlapping.

With CMR, you can rewrite data to an existing track without affecting the tracks around it. This helps with random read/write operations, as opposed to writes that happen sequentially.

The general consensus amongst datahoarders and other such tech nerds is that CMR drives should be used for servers. This is because they excel at handling high transfer rates and moving around large amounts of data.

SMR (Shingled Magnetic Recording)

SMR, or Shingled Magnetic Recording, is a relatively new technology for writing data to HDDs.

In SMR drives, data is written sequentially onto a track. Then that track is partially overlapped over another track of data, creating a pattern similar to the shingles on a house roof:

By removing the gaps previously found in CMR drives, SMR drives increase their storage capacity by utilizing more of the disk’s magnetic surface.

In general, SMR drives shine when used for backup and archival purposes, as infrequent drive access allows stable drive performance at a lower cost.

However, the overlapping tracks in SMR hard drives means that every time new data is added, old data gets overwritten. To keep that data from being permanently lost, the hard drive has to add it again.

This overwriting process takes time, and if the SMR hard drive has a lot of big files to store, it can spend a lot of time writing and rewriting data which can ultimately affect performance.

To keep SMR hard drives from becoming too slow, they need downtime to complete the rewriting process. Thus, they are generally less efficient for servers and/or other processes that are constantly reading and writing data without significant or reliable pause.

TLDR:

if you’re using your hard drive primarily to backup data and you won’t be messing around with it much once it’s archived, SMR can save you a few bucks. but if you’re running a server or otherwise have need for a lot of read/write operations without much downtime, go for CMR !

[stephreynaart]

Hi there! I’ve been out of the GF fandom for a while now, but after finding and going through your Sea Grunkles albums -absolutely love them by the way!- I’ve gotta say you’ve also reawakened a desire to check out stuff exploring their post-canon relationship heh. Just curious, but might you be familiar with any posts exploring Stan’s hidden smarts and such where he can keep up now with Ford fairly well? He managed to figure out all on his own how to repair and operate a multidimensional portal machine that required Bill’s help with only a third of the instructions and a partial high school education, and it seems a lot like you might have seen material like that since I’ve been out of the fandom as well as pretty good taste for that sort of stuff going by what you’ve made

I’ve read a few fanfics and seen some work exploring this idea. I’ve seen so much, it would be hard for me to point you in any particular directions. For the most part, the general consensus is that Stan doesn’t have the same kind of intelligence as Ford.

When I was in high school, I would study my ass off for a test. Read everything I could, take notes, deep dive into the subject and make sure I was ready for it. But once the test was done, all that knowledge disappeared.

I feel like Stan is similar. He only learned as he went and skipped over the details. I doubt he absorbed any of the information he had. He didn’t care enough about the subjects, he just wanted to save his brother.

That isn’t to say he isn’t smart. He’s very smart, just not like Ford.

Ford is good at memorizing information, math, science, literature, and he is overall a huge nerd. He gets excited about learning new data and testing out theories. His fighting skills he forced himself to learn out of survival, but I doubt any of it came natural to him.

Stan is a creative. He’s better working with his hands and his words. Lots of fan work I’ve seen (including my own), like to depict Stan as an artist, since he is an aspiring comic book artist. He’s better at shmoozing people than Ford is, he’s better at finding creative solutions, and of course punching his problems away. Same as Ford, Stan has skills that he was forced to learn out of survival, such as pickpocketing, picking locks, counting cards and other such shady things.

Can he hold an in-depth conversation about quantum mechanics or multiverse theory?

No. Not because he doesn’t know, but because it’s boring. It’s nerd stuff, all he hears are big words and stuff he does not care about. Ford can talk to Fiddleford about that stuff.

Stan is very intelligent, I’m sure he holds lot of potential to be smart the same way Ford is. But it has to be either because he is interested or out of necessity.

[nikkiscarlet]

Calls for strikes are popping up here and there in the wake of the upcoming Roe v. Wade overturn, so now might be a good time for a reminder:

If your ‘strike’ has a planned end date, it is not a strike. It’s a halfhearted protest. It’s a collective pout.

The point of a strike isn’t to gently remind your oppressors that you have power in numbers. If you aren’t willing to fully exercise that power, then you don’t really have it, and they know that. The rich and powerful can wait you out. If your strike lasts, say, a week, they can just wait around, tapping their foot until your little tantrum is over, and then say, “You’re done? Good, now start making up for the profit you lost me, or you’re fired.” Assuming they don’t fire you outright for your poorly-organized stunt a day into it.

The point of a strike — of any effective protest — is to take power away from the oppressor. It’s to wait them out. You don’t stop until they’re hurting. Until they’re panicking. Until they’re giving in to your demands and willing to sign their name on paper guaranteeing it just to make it stop. And that can take a good, long while (think in terms of months), because they’ve got very big financial cushions on their side.

“But not everyone can afford to leave work indefinitely. Not everyone can survive the consequences of big actions like that.” That is correct, and oppressors know that very well. They’ve backed you into that corner quite handily. That’s why solidarity and organization are important, and sitting around venting on the internet with a bunch of other angry people in other states isn’t going to accomplish much. You need to be acting locally. If you’re serious about big action like this, you need to be getting in touch with local unions. Every local union you can find. Ask them how you can get something started, and whether they’d be willing to take part in it. They are your first stop.

Next, you need to be getting in touch with every local not-for-profit you can find concerned with reproductive rights, with bodily autonomy, with health care, with women’s rights, with 2SLGBTQIAA+ rights, with BIPOC rights, with labour rights, with food insecurity, with poverty, with domestic abuse, with education, with immigration . . . hmm, actually? Look into local not-for-profits that are involved in workforce & economic research as well. It might be a dead end if their messaging seems too right-wing, but if they — or even specific researchers within their organization — strike as being at all left-leaning, they might have useful resources to offer in terms of data and networking. If they’re sympathetic to your cause, they’ll happily nerd out to you about it. They are often well connected to local small businesses as well, and not all small businesses are run by conservative money-hoarders. Imagine having a bunch of downtown shop owners and cafes committed to your cause and providing food to your picketers! It’s entirely possible. Not everyone involved in a strike has to stop working: having some businesses open but happily serving strikers for free or cheap is absolutely a necessary component as well.

Reach out to your local colleges and universities, as well — particularly those with departments in things like labour studies, gender studies, queer studies, civics, and the arts and humanities. If you’re young and don’t have a lot of local networking under your belt, quite frankly your local college should be your first stop, even before going to the unions. In my experience at least, left-leaning professors love to help ambitious students (or potential-students, or recently-graduated-students) get a big project like this off the ground with their connections and knowledge. Talk to professors in those departments and get their feedback on who you should reach out to for starting a movement like this. Reach out to your local public library, too: they’ll have resources of one kind or another.

Reach out to local left-leaning religious organizations as well. I don’t care if you’re atheist, I don’t care if you’re opposed to the hierarchical structures of particular religious organizations. Now is not the time for preening over your personal anarcho-atheist purity. Reach out to them, because they are often well-connected in the not-for-profit world, and the left-leaning ones in particular will already be concerned with charity and causes connected with your strike — particularly things like feeding the hungry. Don’t only look into churches, although absolutely do not leave them out, either. Visit synagogues and temples and mosques and any other local gathering place for any other religious group in your city. If they’re not conservative, they’re a potential ally.

What I’m basically saying is, start networking in your community. Find out what your local community support resources are. Start building a network of people and organizations who want to do something and actually have resources to contribute. Food and shelter and money. Real, concrete resources that will help keep people alive during a general strike.

And I don’t mean “start sending some emails asking vague questions to faceless reps behind a screen.” I mean physically go to their buildings in your hometown. Each and every one. Ask, in person, who you can talk to about local action concerning Roe v. Wade (or anything you’re trying to strike for — this is just the current big topic at hand, as I’m writing this — one that a lot of people are likely to have a stake in and want to do something about). Tell them you’re looking to start a general strike, you’re researching how best to go about it, and you’re wondering if their organization would be interested if such action were to take place (and how they might be able to help if so). Be ready for places to turn you away. That’s fine: there are going to be a lot more places to go to. The more people you talk to, the more connections and friends you make, the more information you gain, and the more resources you’ll be able to pool. The more likely you’ll have a support network in place for a real general strike. One that can outlast your bosses’ willingness to wait you out. One that can keep people fed and sheltered while they’re not working. One that can protect the vulnerable.

Once you’ve done that, then you go back to your friends online, and you say, “Here’s how things are progressing in my hometown. How’s yours doing?” That’s when you network across city and state lines (ideally, your local network is already doing this on a wide scale), and turn it from a local movement to a national one. Even a few dots on the map can get the ball rolling, as long as they’re serving as the template for everyone else to follow.

And look, I know. That’s all still extremely hard, especially if, for example, you have disabilities. I have rather severe social anxiety and other neurodivergences — this sort of organizing is not generally my strength at all, and i am very easily overwhelmed. You might feel the same. You might be a very isolated person in your day to day life, and you might feel like your voice is weak and you’re not a leader and someone else ought to handle this. But if you’re serious about wanting to make a difference, you can at least start putting out feelers and gathering intel. You can ask at some of the places I named above: any of them that seem doable to you. You can start looking for those personalities who are extroverted, who are leaders and community organizers, and who strike you as gentle and kind enough to really listen to you. You can admit to them that you’re no leader but you really want to help. You could just be the little nudge they need to start something. You don’t have to be the figurehead of the whole thing. Oppressors count on our culture of isolation keeping us weak and ignorant and hopeless and relying on social media bickering for our useless catharsis. There are so many resources out there, and so many different people with different skills who can help, if they’re just given the chance.

Pound the pavement. Go door to door. Network. Make friends in unexpected places. Do all those things that sound like out-of-touch Boomer advice from yesteryear, because it actually does get things done when you really need it to. When you’ve got fire and conviction and desperation to change something behind it. When you’ve got humility and a willingness to learn new skills and a drive to support other people in your heart. You want a movement that’s built to last. You want a strike that shows your oppressors that they need you more than you need them. You can’t pull that off with a handful of angry people in a Discord or a hashtag. You need local hands and feet and voices. You need food. You need a roof to gather under. You need a pool of money. All of that exists right where you’re living. Pull it together and put it to use, and you’ll make amazing things happen.

[jillepathy]

5.1.23

My partner ask me to please process day 1 of code camp so I can tell them about it over dinner (without my many tangents into the mildly interesting but ultimately unnecessary details).

So this is the version with the tangents.

Initial thoughts > way newer than I thought it was with the first code camp taking place in 2018 for a primarily cust ops branch in Portland, Oregon that wanted to expand into software development after hiring a few engineers

^ literally me the first time I met a software engineer I was like huh cool and now I’m like oooohhhhh cooooolllllll the internet ! I wanna do that too

…

Anyways week 1 guy is a systems engineer (not a software engineer) seems like a fancy title for like building manager ? But specifically involving storing data… it’s kind of giving Big Query a little bit but also physical (kind of giving librarian?! )

The focus seems to be on building and maintaining relationships (my greatest struggle as an autistic person) and the idea that learning is nonlinear (knew this already!)

The learning curve is steep and you don’t need to know computer science to learn programming (I’m pretty lucky already having general knowledge of how the internet works bc of the info sci and data science classes I took)

Luckily, a lot of Barb’s friends already do programming … Henri said they know how to GitHub if I need help but the pace of the class seems kind of slow compared to grad school -not sure if I’ll need to ask them since all the instructors are very approachable plus I’m learning together with Su so I’ll probably try and brainstorm with them first before branching out

It’s all other employees volunteering to share their knowledge (it’s low key giving libraries ?! )

I feel like everyone is pretty nice. I forgot to say my pronouns I was so nervous 😩 but seems like quite a few queer people involved

We’re going to be working on a project (not sure if it’s a team project or we each have individual projects )

One of the instructors (hes giving autism for sure) said they sunsetted his hack week project but that he really valued it

We’re creating something but it’s not from nothing (history degree jumping out), it’s from the work of many many contributors who came before us

I would love to see more of an app focused on the physical experience of people especially as remote work kind of removes us from physical space (not really though since we all physical beings)

Ugh this is me going off on my many processing tangents

I Guess i would say it actually seems easier than I thought it would be (shoutout to Dr Oakleaf for giving me the WORST 2 classes of my life the bar is literally in hell thanks to you, appreciate you)

It’s like way more diverse than grad school too which is a big reflection on SQSP that I’m into

It’s way smaller than I thought which is honestly really nice I feel like it won’t be toooooo hard to remember everyone after 5 weeks working together

Yeah this is just a jumping off point

A lot of review, some bad jokes / programming humor and introductions

Me and Su are the only people from Tock but there is one guy from Acuity

Can’t believe Isa called me a nerd for this! The whole reason I wanted to break into tech was to get into software development

And they said themselves this is forging a path for a career in software development

My dreams are really coming true 🥲

It’s hard for me to acknowledge and accept

The hw for week 1 was to ask for help. I definitely already did that since I was having access issues.

For week 2…? Is it the Read Me? Idk how to GitHub … yet…but I suppose I’ll find out tomorrow

Yeah so it was nice, it was about 20 people, about 6 of them instructors/TAs but all of them other employees

Everyone seems pretty excited and it definitely FEELS pretty exciting to me.

Im excited and nervous and scared but also really happy and really proud of myself.

I am learning what i want to learn and I feel like I can be my whole self doing it.

Pretty neat!!!

I’ll tell Barb the first day was pretty abstract but overall there is a feeling of genuine care and excitement for the whole program - it’s literally run by volunteers. The instructors are senior employees who value mentorship and have been both mentor and mentee. There’s an emphasis in collaboration and partnership.

I guess at the end of the day it’s kind of like how the number one indicator for longevity in your career is having friends to work with.

Yeah basically it seems more chill somehow than I thought. There’s hw but it’s like “ask for help” like ? I can do that.

I e been so nervous since this is the first class I’m doing since I dropped out of grad school.

But I’m in a way better position than I was.

I Can do this.

Let’s gooooo!!!!!

[suneeater]

Hello!🌺

hope for you a good day✨

I like your writing!.. and when I saw the request open also the matchup thing.. I got interested! soooo Here we go, it's first time I request a match up really but I'm confused it might help me to hear your opinion of the right person to me from Hikyuu & Obey me, specially Obey me I like them all.

Well let's start! I will try to make it easy tiddy and not boring statement for you.

1)Some baseline data: if you know The mbti personality test it might help! I'm an intj, female and straight one.

2)Qualities: I'm a moody person.. like really! Quite and loves quite environment, clean freak sometimes, Anger issues but under control, organized person, overthinker, really closed person even my family don't know a lot about me, food not a problem to me.. many times days passes and I forget to eat!, coffee addicted, prefer dark than light.. like I love sitting in dark places it's comfortable, I'm really an expert at psychology, reliable and loyal person, do not take back my words.

3)Hobbies and interests: Drawing.. surprising fact that I hate drawing but it's the only way I take out my stress, Write sometimes just for myself, Like to read about flower language, Chess and pool gamer, likes to play games from time to time, loves technology and fixing things, Reading books, listening to some piano music, loves animals specially sankes and deer, I do have a cat, seek to knowledge of anything, horror movies and serial killers stories I love to watch and read them.

4)How people see me: most of them agreed that I look like a tough hard cruel and gloomy person with a mystery personality, and others see me Just a freak nerd complicated one! maybe because I were glasses? anyway, most of them also do fear to get near me or talk to me.. and I don't really mind that! but when some kind of problem happens they seek for me.. many times I wonder how they trusted me, a lot of misunderstanding like always! I got used to that already.

5)Dislikes: noisy kids, nosy people, prideful ones too.. but not like lucifer no.. more like miphesto! or whatever his name is I really wanna kill that jerk, Ahem anyway, disgusting creatures like rats or bugs! yeah my actions of that somehow like Barbatos IF they were in my house! thankfully there is not.. but rather than that I don't mind see them outside at the streets etc.., don't like idiots who is lazy to get their brain to work.. or troublemakers, dislike parties, crowded rooms, any kind of noise, surprises, gifts.

I guess that's all.. I do apologize for make it long and if there mistakes of the language I tried my best not to do.

Thank you for reading it, I will be waiting for a respond take your time, and please no nfsw content.

Again hope for you a peaceful day🪷.

Hihi! Thank you for your request and support &lt;3

For Haikyuu, I pair you with Wakatoshi Ushijima!

You would definitely connect over the shared experience of appearing as mysterious and quiet to others, as well as being someone that they come to whenever they need help. He feels like he can connect to you easily because of it

Ushi is also very organized, and so it's something that the two of you have in common that just helps you click together

He is so respectful of the way that you like things; no surprises? He's going to remember that for as long as he is alive, and will always give you a straightforward heads up for anything so that you're never caught off guard. No loud noises? He's going to go out of his way to make sure that everything is at peace for you

For Obey Me, I pair you with Satan

Satan really admires the way that you seem to have your emotions all under control. Especially as the avatar of wrath, he really looks up to anyone who can recognize and come to terms with their strong feelings, and still be a positive and kind person regardless

You also have very similar hobbies, making things just seem very natural between you! He adores being able to read any of your writing, and will also give you plenty of book recomendations

Since you are knowledgeable about flower language, he tries to communicate with you through the different kinds of flowers that he gets you. It's cute, sincere, and intimate

[defendglobe]

anyway, jumping off that post i made the other day about odo being deanna's stepfather, here's some TNG/DS9 crew interaction headcanons:

-sisko and picard keep a respectful distance from each other. neither of them want to discuss what happened at wolf 359 but it's too big an issue to ignore. their interactions are limited to stuff like "congrats on your promotion to captain" or "sorry your ship was destroyed."

-since the TNG movies first contact and insurrection take place while worf is working on DS9, the TNG crew stay around for a few days when they bring worf back to discuss their latest adventure with the DS9 crew. after first contact, data scares the bejesus out of everyone on the station by walking through the promenade with half his face ripped off.

-whenever geordi visits DS9 he ends up helping o'brien with repairs because something is always broken on DS9 and geordi is basically a workaholic. it's a good excuse to catch up and find out how keiko and molly are doing. he always leaves DS9 glad that he's the chief engineer of the enterprise and not station on fire trash can.

-riker sets up a poker table at quark's and invites julian and o'brien to play. julian gets all competitive and is convinced that he can beat riker but o'brien (who regularly attended poker games on the enterprise and knows damn well that riker is an amazing player) tells him that he doesn't stand a chance. they play a game and riker absolutely wipes the floor with julian. o'brien says "i told you so."

-data, geordi, and julian keep in touch after the events of TNG S6E16 because they're all huge nerds who tend to infodump a lot. they tend to ask each other for advice relating to their personal science experiments or the shipwide problem of the week. sometimes they'll try out each other's favorite holodeck programs together (sherlock holmes/james bond).

-also because of TNG S6E16, beverly keeps in regular contact with julian and lets him swing by the enterprise-E every now and then to use medical equipment that is more advanced than the stuff on DS9. she does still give him shit for literally breaking into sickbay that one time, though.

-sisko and beverly bond over being single parents and losing their partners because of starfleet shit. beverly busts out some baby pictures of wesley and his ugly sweaters remind sisko of jake.

-jadzia and riker probably fucked at least once. they also swap weird sex stories in the middle of the bar and are completely shameless about it.

-deanna goes to garak's shop looking for a new outfit and since she's a betazoid, she ends up telling him he really should consider therapy because his vibes are so off. garak does not appreciate that insight and has to resist the urge to go full obsidian order on her ass.

-picard and odo get along surprisingly well, since they both tend to hold people at arms length and are emotionally constipated as shit. if picard ever needs to pass on information to the DS9 crew, he usually goes through odo so he doesn't have to talk to sisko. also picard is super orderly most of the time, which odo appreciates.

-quark tries to ban data from the dabo wheel, saying that it's not fair for an android with superhuman abilities to gamble because he could easily rig the games. julian, o'brien, worf, and the entire enterprise crew threaten to beat the shit out of him for saying that. data explains to quark that his ethical program wouldn't allow him to cheat and eventually quark relents.

-data occasionally joins in garak and bashir's gay little book club, because he appreciates hearing a cardassian perspective on human literature. since he's super direct/upfront all the time, he gets a bit confused by garak constantly talking in like fifty layers of euphemisms. bashir has to explain that no, this isn't a human social norm you're missing, garak is just Like That.

-the enterprise is out on an urgent mission when worf and jadzia get married, but the crew throws a hell of a party for them when they get back. likewise, the DS9 crew members who stayed on the station after "What You Leave Behind" are invited to deanna and riker's wedding. they're just off camera because they didn't want to be seen in such a bad movie, lol.

-guinan and quark get into a "who's the better bartender" type rivalry and compete by making a shitton of different drinks for people in the bar and having them vote. it ends in them both getting arrested by odo for using romulan ale or some other illegal thing.

[emyluwinter]

Let's remember for a moment that the building of the Onboro damn is very large for cleaning.

Even with the help of a gang of first-year students, the same action with "washing the floors" can last for a week.

Add to this that the Grimm sheds, like all animals. In one of the remarks, Vil noticed traces of wool on Yuu uniform.

Yuu orders of magnitude tired of this endless cleaning.

And at lunchtime, Yuu notices several students from Ignihide and a light bulb with an idea seems to light up over her head. Or is this Ace doing some crazy trick?

***

Grimm follows Yuu through the corridors of Ignihide. - it's crazy, how much equipment is there…And you didn't tell me why we're here?

Yuu finally finds the living room. - You'll find out soon enough, Grimm.

Having found several students who immediately became very tense because of the "live communication" that they could barely connect two words.

Yuu frowned after five attempts to start a small conversation and came up with something that could be done. Taking a small piece of paper and a marker, Yuu wrote "Game NPC"

And tried to approach other students this time. She was clearly not going to give up. You just need to approach them in a more familiar way.

- Excuse me...I would like to ask a few tasks in the form of a question, do you agree?

The students were clearly completely confused, but at least they didn't run away five seconds later.

- I've never seen such a hologram! So realistic!

Grimm looked at the students in confusion – how strange they are..

- Let's go on a quest!

Yuu smiled warmly.

- Thank you for your cooperation. Answer a few of my questions, and you will get a couple of sweets.

- Oh, what a cute quest! What's the question?

- Who can help make a robot vacuum cleaner in your hostel?In several copies according to approximate drawings?

- Ah..I think it's best to handle our headman. Everything works perfectly at him.

- Yes, and he never delays with deadlines. But you can only contact him through a tablet, and you don't always have time to find him.

- It is better to contact to Ortho. He will pass everything on to the headman.

Yuu was inspired and took out some sweets from his pocket.

- The quest for questions from me has been completed!Here is your reward. Thank you for your help, boys.

The students realized what had just happened only when Yuu went to look for Ortho.

- Wait....This is ... the headman from Onboro...I'm not confusing the data, am I?!WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE DONE NOW?!?

- WE JUST TALKED TO THE GIRL LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE?!?

Grimm hearing their screams going after Yuu.

- no, you're just complete jerks…

***

Idia speaking through a tablet – That is, do you need robot vacuum cleaners?

Yuu nods – yes, about 8 pieces will be enough. Even if you carefully take care of the Grimm's fur, it is still difficult to clean it from everywhere. No offense, Grimm.

Grimm is quietly angry – I'm already tired of Vil comments that I leave wool everywhere. By the way, I comb my fur every night!

Ignihide is watching the whole hostel in a quiet place, because a GIRL came to them damn it. For these nerds, this is a whole event of all the academic years.

Idia -LOL! Did you really think that I would just make them? What kind of loot can you drop me for this?

Grimm - Again it is unclear what he began to say.

Yuu thought for a while. She doesn't have enough money even to pay for just one robot vacuum cleaner. Or even one regular one. What can she give in return?

- I can pick up all your parcels from the post office, for two whole weeks and you will not have to contact people.

Yuu immediately looked very guiltily at the upset Orto.

- I'm sorry, Ortho, I'm really sorry…

Orto slightly offended – this is cheating Yuu. So the brother does not leave the room.

Yuu smiled awkwardly.She was really uncomfortable in front of Ortho,but she needed help with cleaning.

The students looked at each other.

For two whole weeks.

Do not go for your parcels. And less contact with real people.

This was practically their dream in a limited version.

Suddenly one of the students shouted

- I can make you these vacuum cleaners!!

Yuu started in surprise.

- Eh?Oh really?!

- No, I will!!10 pieces!!!

- I will make 16!!!

Ignihide students began to offer their proposals in vain, if only Yuu would agree. No one wanted to go for parcels.

Grimm is disappointed - Yuu it's not worth it.

Yuu tried to calm them all down – Easy-easy boys...I have an idea. What if you join groups of several people and make each robot? And I will receive and bring parcels from each group. What do you say?

Idia can't believe her ears – Does she have some kind of cheat code for people?!?

***

Idia and the other students finally agreed to Yuu'proposal.

Idia agreed only on the condition that he could clean the Grimm' fur himself.

Grimm was definitely not happy, but he still agreed. For Yuu's sake. Because he was tired of watching her spend every evening cleaning until late in the evening so that everything was clean in the morning. And he set a strict condition of only 5 minutes.

Idia was over the moon with happiness that he quietly hummed some melody all evening.

***

As a result, Yuu received robot vacuum cleaners for her dorm and brought parcels. They collected them on a makeshift cart and brought them to Ignihide.

Several students were careless and received their boxes with figures not wrapped in cardboard or paper to hide what was inside.

But Yuu didn't blame them. She just said that this or that Figure looks very beautifully worked out in terms of details or color.

Something neutral and peaceful so as not to disturb the students.

Several students offered her lifelong maintenance of vacuum cleaners if she would continue to bring them parcels.

Yuu-got help with cleaning the hostel.

Students of Ingihide – girl who does not condemn their interests and purchases.

Grimm got a tuna for his patience.

Bonus!

When the first-year students saw the robots, they were frightened by this quiet, inconspicuous thing on the floor. Deuce almost threw a chair at one of the robots......

Yuu had to explain how they work.

Jack really liked the idea that robot vacuum cleaners help Yuu with cleaning in such a large building.

And also to beat Ace with a pillow, because he wanted to steal one to his room. Grim really liked using them as taxis or just lying on top of them while they were driving around all over Onboro

[katsura369]

Kunoichi amongst heroes Chapter 25 Sneak peak & UPDATES

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 Although Kyoka had called out Hizashi for his combat abilities or as she insinuated lack of, Sakura's analysis had made her nervous while they neared their destination for the practical exam. Her leg wouldn't stop fidgeting, her fingers were twitching and her leather jacket felt like a bad choice to contain nerves and sweat.  

 Kyoka had felt the eyes of her classmates trail when they left, even though she knew they were mostly following her companion. Sakura was someone they wanted to see in action and against a teacher, it was just icing on the cake.  So here they were now waiting patiently to arrive at their destination.

 Whether or not she knew it, Sakura had become a topic in class A. Preferring to keep a distance from her classmates, there was barely anything known about her on a personal level. Everyone else had all but settled, Sakura was the only one who stood out of their circle by choice. She was often seen with Hitoshi from general studies, but other than that she kept to herself.

 What made her such a topic was that she had become a goal their classmates wanted to reach. To be able to face their challenges and surpass them as easily as she appeared to. Now they were going to see if she could do it again.

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 It was pleasant when they got off the bus and Sakura found their test was taking place in a forest area, surrounded by walls to close in the area. They knew where the gate was, so it was easy to assume Hizashi would stay close to the area, with his long-ranged type quirk, he would easily be able to keep most foes at bay with his voice. Sakura hadn't seen him in action other than the USJ, but it was powerful. It wouldn't have anything on her experience in the Forest of Death where she took her first chuunin exam though.

 "Man, we aren't used to fighting in this sort of environment," Kyokga hissed under her breath.

 “It’s fine, here you won’t have to worry about glass breaking because of the sound attacks, and I don’t have to worry about breaking up the ground as much either,” They were fussy about the level of destruction inflicted and would likely be grading it. It was a different level compared to the entrance exams where robots were already destroying most of the area so a little extra didn’t matter.

 “How are we going to do this though?” asked Kyoka.

 Sakura just stared glancing around without responding.

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Izuku didn't want to turn his head from the screen, or even blink. Things were usually happening so fast with Sakura that it was difficult to get data even if you missed only a few seconds of action when it came to her.

“Sakura must have something up her sleeves for this right?”

Although he told himself not to turn around, he was surprised by the voice that could only belong to one presence. “Ha! What’s Fivehead gonna pull over on us this time huh?”

 "Kacchan, you came too?" Izuku couldn't help blurting before he covered his mouth, seeing the blonde's eyes seethe. It just reminded Izuku that he had his match coming up soon and he was going to have to find a way to work with this person that acted like a bomb about to go off every time Izuku was near.

 "What you say, nerd? Saying I can't be here?"

 “N-no, it’s not that it’s just-

 Katsuki scoffed, glaring up at the screen watching Sakura's face, her demeanor as calm as ever while he became more irritable watching. But he wanted to see this, to find one point of weakness, and against a teacher, this was the best chance. "Fivehead's super strength shouldn't be able to touch Present Mic if he can keep them away. Her weakness is probably long-ranged attacks like that,"

 Chiyo hummed, leaning back in her chair and looking over the different screens and camera angles. "Theoretically that is what we assumed when she was paired with Present Mic for this exam. She is one of the best close combat fighters, but she's well rounded in other aspects that made her difficult to assign for this exam,"

 In truth it had been a toss-up about who should fight Sakura since her strength was greater than the other power types her age, All Might be considered for it because of his power, and even Shouta since he could erase her power. Although the Sports Festival showed, that she was capable of fending well without her strength. The debate had crossed that they needed to test the students against their greatest weakness and Nezu predicted that it would likely be long-range combat since she hadn't shown any capabilities in that area.

There was also the matter of her quirk. The principal had already made clear that Sakura hadn't been honest about her quirk and its true abilities and while that wasn't a crime, approaching the subject was problematic. Toshinori hid the true nature of his quirk as well, but the reason for that was for the safety and protection of society. Then there were people like Shouta who preferred to work in the shadows specifically for the advantage it gave him with his quirk. Once the nature of ability is known it can easily become a weakness, but villains these days honestly weren't that coordinated.

 Only a select few, even so, Sakura was cautious to keep her abilities sealed. The topic was a bit controversial because heroes always showcased their ability to the public as a way to prove they were capable of protecting and defending while putting fear in villains. But it also showed their hand.

So long as Sakura had no other motives for hiding the true nature of her power, all would be fine.

 Izuku, Tenya, and Shouto shared a look between each other, showing they had been taken back to the fight with Stain. The fight Sakura had won. Against a villain, one determined to murder them and with enough skill to give the three of them trouble together. It fueled their curiosity. If Sakura was going to be able to go against what was presumed as her weakness.

How was she going to handle this one?

[robotslenderman]

More on Zain

His full name, if he's trying to impress you, is Zain al-Shahir bin Zakariya bin Ibrahim. If he's trying to irritate you he'll add more names back seven generations.

Please keep in mind this backstory needs more research and so may be inaccurate, especially in regards to Islam or Sikhi, or Saudi Arabia, and immigrant demographics in the UK in the early 20th century. I've been googling, but currently my understanding is very surface-level; please do not take anything I say here as truth because I could be wrong and have very poor understanding of certain subjects. Corrections are always welcome! I am probably going to constantly revise this as I learn more.

He is the son of a Muslim father and a Sikh mother -- the union was met with concerned disapproval by his mother's side, though not hostility, and largely baffled indifference by his father's side. I was going to make his father the oldest son and heir of an oil baron, but Google tells me that oil wasn't discovered in Saudi Arabia until 1938, so I'll have to adjust that.

Either way, Zakariya al-Shahir bin Ibrahim, Zain's father, was the first son and heir of a very wealthy Saudi Arabian who came to Oxford to study in the '20s (pending whether or not I can find out if Oxford actually had a problem with accepting PoC students in the '20s -- I have yet to find any data). Zakariya was a very cheerful and friendly individual who won friends very easily; even bigots really liked him.

He was also a complete and utter nerd.

He was rich as fuck, but very curious about the world around him and basically nutting himself to be in a completely different world surrounded by people of many different backgrounds, so made it his life's mission to befriend everyone he met.

He met Priya, Zain's mother, while she was doing charity work, and was completely smitten with her from the beginning. She was pretty flustered herself, because Zakariya was hot as fuck, and also very politely persistent. Her immediate family was pretty guarded about the idea of a Muslim courting their daughter/sister (my research tells me Sikhs "frown upon" marrying outside the religion; I'm interpreting that as many having a "why can't you marry a nice Sikh boy" attitude instead of outright opposition), but Zakariya was so charming that most of them had the attitude "well, I'd prefer if you married within the religion, but if you had to pick someone else we're glad it's him." And Zakariya worked very hard on winning over her family because he knew how important they were to Priya.

Meanwhile Zakariya's family got the letter about him marrying a Sikh and were like "yeah, he's Like That, he just does what the fuck he wants" and otherwise didn't give a fuck. Mostly they were hoping that he'd stay overseas. Which he did; back when I thought him being the son and heir of an oil baron was realistic I had him ask for a large sum of money in exchange for giving one of his brothers his stake in the company, but I'll have to do more research.

He did not tell his in-laws or even his wife about how much money he ultimately had. While he made sure to give plenty to charity each month, he inflated the true amount the university gave him to hide how much money they really had. Priya thought they earned enough to be quite comfortable but not wealthy. Zakariya kept most of it in reserve to help the children and provide for their own futures, but no not so much he was as obnoxiously rich as he used to be. He didn't think his in-laws or Priya would approve of him sitting on so much money when it could go to the needy. He understood that perspective, but he wanted to make sure that his immediate family was always comfortable and never in any financial danger, so one night he did a shitton of maths, put a bunch of money aside, and donated the rest. Even then he didn't see the Great Depression coming lmao but they were still able to stay comfortable when that happened.

Zakariya happily took a research position in a university in London and pursued an academic career, and had hundreds of friends. He was sad to leave Oxford, but felt London would be better for his children to grow up in, and most of Priya's family already lived there as opposed to Oxford.

Zain was born in the very early '30s as the youngest of... not sure if eight or twelve children yet, but he had a lot of siblings and Zain was the baby of the family. He had his father's charm and his mother's gentle nature. I need to do more research in regards to Sikh attitudes regarding the children of interreligious marriages, but my current penciled background is that he wasn't raised as a Sikh but occasionally went to the local gurdwara with his siblings and mother. He'd also go to the local mosque sometimes, but mostly Sikhi had a bigger influence on him than Islam. But his parents were big on learning about different backgrounds so he even went to other religions' services on occasion.

Again, need to do more research on dominant Sikh attitudes towards interreligious children, but I'm thinking he was either a Sikh or not "officially" a Sikh but largely practiced or believed in most parts of the religion anyway. I know as a vampire he doesn't wear a turban and keeps a trimmed beard, but I haven't yet decided if as a human Zain followed the rules in regards to wearing a turban and not trimming his beard. I do know he's quite vain and would definitely have struggled with Sikh tenets VS said vanity while he was human. He definitely carried the Kirpan (again: research allowing. It may be that Sikhs don't let you carry it without being "officially" Sikh and I don't know if he was, yet) and used the wooden comb, and definitely grew out his hair as long as it would go. Having said that he's vain enough I'm confident his split ends drove him completely insane and he might have occasionally caved and trimmed them little by little in hopes nobody would notice.

Zain was born early enough he was evacuated from London and split up from most of his siblings. He and the one sibling he wasn't split from weren't treated very kindly by country English people so both of them started up a reign of terror and chaos and had the time of their lives fucking with the locals. But they were also very big on supporting the other displaced kids and making them feel like they belonged, and watching over them and defending them from shitty adults or local bullies. Even at seven, under the guidance of an older sister, Zain was a little vigilante.

I haven't yet figured out the circumstances of his Embrace, just that he was forty two years old when he died and had a family of his own. As a man used to having a very big extensive family his introduction to the Masquerade and divorce from his mortal family traumatised him more than most. He ended up bonding closely with other Ravnos, and coped badly with the whole "Kindred tend to stab each other in the back a lot" thing and so avoided Elysium like the plague except to pay respects to the local Prince. He started coping better after having childer of his own, the great majority of which adored him, and he was also on semi-warm terms with his sire, although he did have to train his sire not to be a total douchebag.

After the Week of Nightmares the destruction of the Ravnos Antediluvian drove him into a frenzy which resulted in him diablerising two of his favourite childer and his sire. He's been on his own ever since. Years later, meeting Evie for the first time was very bittersweet for him.

[karekuat]

Hello! I'm new to the D2 Tumblr scene and I've been hearing quite a bit about people's Ocs which I really love. Someone I asked mentioned you in their answer so I was wondering if you could tell me a bit about your D2 ocs

I only really have one Guardian OC and the rest are his support like his ghost, ship and sparrow (his ship and sparrow have AIs in them)

My guardian is named Achillaes, but his ghost Cix coined the nickname Claes for short. He's a warlock that was rezzed solar but as of right now in his story he's solar-less (not lightless, it's a whole thing but he can no longer use solar and he's not willing to learn anything else). When Lightfall comes out he's going to become a Strand user fully and he's actually already been able to start seeing the Weave where he's at in the current storyline.

He's a Dredgen, and acts essentially as Drifter's adopted son. He'll look over the Annex while Drifter's hosting a game and often goes out to do dirty work and research for Drifter or Gambit related activities. If he's not out on the field or doing other activities he can usually be found in his fire tower in the mountains of Old California running a sort of GIS-related scans for Taken energy and other data analysis.

He keeps to himself and has a bit of a devious personality because he's suffered a lot of loss in his life and isn't too keen on getting attached to more people, but it does still happen occasionally. I wouldn't say he's a bad person but he's not good at communicating his emotions and ends up coming off as very cold and rude (especially since he has a bit of an ego and hates being wrong or losing competitions).

His ghost, Cix, is very much the opposite. He usually takes on the role of clearing up misunderstandings and helping Claes get in touch with his humanity in certain moments. He's a huge communication nerd and actually involves himself with the Ghost Theater in the Tower (a self proclaimed thespian he is).

Nyne is the AI in his ship, she's very laid back. Hari is the AI in his sparrow, and he's also got quite a big ego and a bit of a superiority complex but Claes has earned his respect which is why they don't clash as much as you'd expect.

There's a lot of small stories and arcs I've made with past seasons and more to come for the future for him. I'm looking forward to seeing more of Lightfall and future seasons to apply to Claes' story and I'll try to get better at posting about it.