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June 20 - June 23, 2025
You fat, worthless piece of trash. Go hide in the dumpsters where you belong!
As a fat, I know these kids are only 14, but they need to learn how to bully more cleverly. This is pedestrian.
In the end, Jones got to the number of stars, and Caulin’s mind was absolutely blown. But he understood the video, he understood what Jones was trying to say.
This exposition chapter from the protag's youth is all tell, no show.
He didn’t know who Octtavius Jones was. But it was clear that Jones was very, very clever. And strong. And friendly.
Being this parasocial about some guy's YouTube videos is the most 14-year-old thing about this kid.
Caulin watched another video of his, trying to find the same telltale nastiness that the alpha bullies possessed.
Playing a game I like to call "What Does This Exerpt Say About Your Omegaverse Worldbuilding". This exerpt tells me that omegas in this setting aren't a protected class, and that alphas face no recourse for abuse.
The more videos Caulin watched, the more certain he was that Octtavius Jones was an alpha unlike any other.
What Does This Exerpt Say About Your Omegaverse Worldbuilding, Round II: Abuse and apathy from alphas is so normalized that one (1) internet personality is considered the exception to the rule. Obviously this is the opinion of a teenager, but you're telling me this 14-year-old has never seen another non-villainous alpha before, not even online.
He was someone who wouldn’t judge Caulin for his looks, and maybe... in his videos, Caulin could find a safe place, too.
Somehow knowing that this fat baby is probably gonna fuck this old guy is still better than him finding community with Minecraft letsplayers.
“Yeah, and you chose to watch that video, Cauls. Is it that same one about the big numbers?”
there's no way bro asked this with love in his heart
“He never warns me before he looks right at me!” “I’m sure most people don’t need that warning because they don’t have a hopeless crush on him.” “It’s not a crush,” Caulin wailed.
correct, it is a parasocial obsession.
Fast-forward to when Caulin had presented as an omega at sixteen.
What Does This Exerpt Say About Your Omegaverse Worldbuilding, Round III: I'll eat a bite of crow with this one - so the alpha bullies weren't bullying an omega, they were bullying an undesignated fat kid. But it does add more to the "no consequences for alphas" conclusion when a bunch of alphas kids can just beat the snot out of some random kid on a regular basis with zero punishment.
Jones had become someone Caulin wanted to marry. No one had believed him, though. Not his parents, and certainly not the people he’d hoped would be his friends.
yeah no shit buddy, and that one girl never got kidnapped by One Direction. this guy is painfully naive.
Caulin managed to enroll in Jones’ astrophysics classes at Meadowfall College... And the professor had never once noticed him.
I'm actually kind of obsessed with reading this as a horror - at first I thought this dumb child was going to be the victim, but I'm starting to turn around on who will victimize who.
He’d spent years and years secretly admiring Octtavius Jones from afar. Not being noticed by the professor... It was something he was used to.
the youtuber he stalked btw.
he never once wore an omega’s floral scent.
What Does This Exerpt Say About Your Omegaverse Worldbuilding, Round IV: omegas generally have a similar scent, and it's "floral". This is super helpful information, especially since flowers basically all smell the same.
Caulin sighed. The only people who noticed him, were the bullies who shoved him around and lorded it over him because he was fat.
still?? at your big age????? stand tf up
Caulin would shrivel into a lump if Jones learned how easily Caulin let himself be pushed around.
it'd be bad if your favorite oldhead youtuber knew you were a huge wuss, but you won't change for yourself???
If he looked more like a regular omega, though, or if he was all scrawny like Emmy... would Jones notice him?
What Does This Exerpt Say About Your Omegaverse Worldbuilding, round V: "regular" = thin, so most omegas in this world are skinny. Interesting choice for a subcategory of person whose entire schtick is being fertile.
“I can’t just... give him flowers.” That was too obvious.
the stalking was pretty subtle too, but you sure did that
Caulin cringed. “There’s nothing on me that he could possibly want.” “I know!” Emmy perked up, his eyes growing bright. “What if you completely impress him with your personality?”
he just answered that one, babes
“See, what if you stand in front of the class and start teaching before he even comes in? When he opens the door, he’ll be so stunned that you’re teaching his lessons, that he’ll sweep you off your feet.”
how did this guy find a bigger dummy to room with than him?
“College doesn’t work that way, Em.” Caulin sighed. “No one will listen to me even if I tried to teach. I’m just a third-year student. And I’m ugly.”
bro shut the fuck up for real
“See, I, for one, think you look just fine,” Emmy said. “And so do the others.”
who?? from what we know, everyone and their brother spits on this guy as soon as he walks into the room. he's a living pustule, according to himself.
“You can stuff three carrots down the front of your pants! Then he’ll definitely look at you.” Emmy said it with the proudest grin. “He’ll think you’re so original.”
what the fuck are we talking about
Because one carrot will just make it look like you have a hard-on, two carrots makes it weird, but three will definitely catch his eye. It’s like you’re the alien he’s been searching for!”
just find a school bus and get on it
Emmy had enough to deal with, with his bad legs, to also be drenched by rain. Besides, he knew how to use the umbrella to protect himself.
Without being facetious, literally what does any of this mean. What's wrong with Emmy's legs? did I miss something crucial (lol)?
Then he grabbed his backpack and left their tiny shared room, stepping into the shadowy, cramped apartment beyond. It stunk of smoke out here, and weird chemical smells that made Caulin’s skin crawl.
This is gobbledygook.
It sure would beat tiptoeing around whatever shady business Max had going on in here.
but WHAT ABOUT IT IS SHADY?? IF I'M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT SOMETHING IS SHADY WHEN YOU JUST TELL ME SO, I DON'T!! BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He wished he’d been working out somewhat. But wishes were no help as he stumbled up the stairs, clinging to the handrails so he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.
This is so fatphobic, like it's comedy at this point.
This was the earliest possible class of the day; no one was around to witness his ugly shape bumbling through the astrophysics wing.
this guy acts like he's the hunchback of Notre Dame, without possessing even a sliver of the charm. I would genuinely rather be watching Quasimodo get bred sloppy style than have to stay inside this twerp's head.
Actually, it was a really nice cushion. It wasn’t huge like a beanbag chair, but it was long enough that it spanned the length of his face. Narrow, though. It smelled clean, like soap and a hint of musk. And a familiar sycamore scent.
he bumbled down the hall at mach speed, barreling straight toward the guy he's been stalking, smashes into him accidentally and falls over because he's fucking fat and therefore oafish, grabs his pants on the way down to catch himself, and faceplants anime-style into this guy's dick and balls........... and he's acting like he doesn't know where he landed after the twister touched down.
He rubbed his face into it, taking a deep breath. It calmed him down. “Excuse me,” someone rumbled above him.
normal response from a guy whose student is sniffing at the ole d&b
Oh gods.
NOOOOOOOOOO where am i
Not like... that long thing between his legs.
his PENIS? You're 21........
How was he going to sit in class, knowing he’d pulled down Jones’ pants and nuzzled his cock? He must think I’m such a slut.
he thinks you're Patrick Star
There was a long pause. “Have you not... slept properly with anyone before?” “How do you mean?” Otto asked.
professor of astrophysics btw. if you care.
When you have an omega in bed, you make them come a few times first. Make them smile. Then you put your cock inside and both of you have a good time. Nobody is using anyone else.” That was... explicit.
where, bitch????
“Man, your students have probably fucked more this month than all your experiences combined.” “I don’t need it.”
howwww is this the response to someone talking about your students' sex lives
And he scrambled backward, looking so humiliated that Otto’s buried instincts whispered, Protect.
STOP. what instincts? because we have established endlessly that alphas in this world are all fatphobic villainous brute to a one. there's no such thing as protective alpha instincts in this world. be so for real
The lessons always passed quickly; Otto enjoyed teaching in class just as much as he did on his videos.
BUT WHAT DOES HE ENJOY ABOUT THEM
Otto barely noticed him at first, until he realized that the student wasn’t thin like the other omegas.
howwwwwww is this real.
When he arrived at his office, he left the door wide open, to show that they would be talking about upstanding things. Nothing about noses pressed against growing cocks.
oh brother
More than that—how had he never noticed this omega before? Because all that squirming was... kind of attractive.
stop stop! I'm already dead!!!
“Would you like some further reading?” Otto waved at his bookcase full of books. If Caulin was nervous, but a good student, then the temptation of knowledge would calm him down, wouldn’t it?
this is not a human being
Warmth radiated into Otto’s skin. He turned, finding the omega much closer than he’d anticipated.
bitch, run!!!!
Caulin took the book into his hands, his chest heaving, his eyes roving over the cover. “You trust me with this?”
it's just a normal ass book, brother
He was a full head shorter than Otto, chubby in a way that looked good on him.
as opposed to...?
he seemed so innocent that Otto’s instincts thrummed, but he didn’t understand what they were saying.
aren't you like, 40?
Caulin peered into the bag. “‘Jumbo fishsticks’! Are they really that big?”
FISH? FROM THE DUMPSTER??????? is this why you're all so fucking stupid?
Caulin’s heart stopped. He tore off more tape, repeating the process with the other side of the loose sheet. Except the next page came off with the tape. And then the next. He tried to use more tape on the next few pages, but they, too, came loose.
this pos can't do a goddamn thing right
He’d visited a gene-therapy clinic in Meadowfall recently, but Dr. Rutherford could not help him lose his weight. And Caulin didn’t even have insurance to cover his bill. He could go to the gym, but... he’d been laughed out of there by his bullies. He wasn’t sure he could make it back again.
I promise you that your fat is not the reason you're completely unfuckable
Otto didn’t usually get involved in student matters, but this... It sounded bad.
re: hearing a student about to get abducted
