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Rejection Is Just Redirection

Luke Hughes x reader

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Listen, you didn’t really need college. You broke into the entertainment industry at 16, so college was just a plan b you put on the back burner. Being one of the most famous names and faces in the entire world, you easily had enough money to afford college, so why not give it a shot? After all, your boyfriend went to college, though he did kind of drop out to play hockey.

Once you made up your mind that you’d be going back to school, your next step what choosing your major and what schools to apply to. You write songs and sometimes write poems and books, so maybe English or journalism? Maybe Communications would help you answer some of the dodgy questions the paparazzi ask you. Heck, even political science or economics or business would be a good idea. They would allow you to make a difference in the world. Business sounds like a safe choice. You could do a lot with a business degree. Now to apply to schools.

So here’s the thing, you’re finally in a real relationship that you really don’t want to mess up. Staying in LA would allow you to go to school and continue working, so you could still be in the limelight when you want to be. USC and UCLA would be great choices for that and they’re extremely accredited schools. However, maybe Rutgers is the school you should choose, since it’s close to Luke. NYU might even be an interesting choice since it wouldn’t raise too many questions if you’re going to school in the city because you want to or if it’s because you want to be closer to your boyfriend. It has always been your dream school when you were a kid. Well, it’s decided then!

You honestly weren’t expecting the application and admissions process to be so complicated and grueling. It’s like the education system is trying to torture kids to see who would come out on top as the victor. College really is like the Hunger Games, isn’t it? You hadn’t the slightest idea of how to fill out your major requirement classes or send your high school transcript to the admissions office and your essays were mid at best. You’re a celebrity, it’s not like you needed to try all that hard to graduate high school since you did homeschooling since you were 16. Though, you gotta admit that the feeling of finally being done with the application process was a relief. It’s just a waiting game now for admissions decisions.

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“T-minus 2 hours until decisions come out. You nervous?” Luke asked as you guys were laying on the couch before he had to go to practice.

“A little, but it’s not the end of the world if I don’t get in. I mean, i’ve already got my career, so why would I worry about getting in so that I could work more to get a degree that would allow me to work even more? Why did i do this again?” you questioned back, joking with him. “If I don’t get in, I’ll just grab my bag and go back to LA and star in the highest grossing movie of the decade… again”

Luke laughed at your comment, despite hearing the quiet hesitation in your voice. He didn’t realize how much you actually wanted to get in. He didn’t know how much you wanted to prove that you’re more than just some face in gossip magazines or the most talked about name in the headlines. You wanted to be seen and treated like a person, someone who people respected because you worked just as hard as they did to get to the same place as them. You always advocated for equality for everyone and yet people always worshipped you and put you on a pedestal.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” he countered.

“I’m not sure yet. Part of me regrets applying, because I don’t want to get in for nepotism or for being famous, but I also want to get in, because I want to make everyone proud of me.” You replied.

It broke Luke’s heart a little to hear you talk about this in the way you are, because how could anyone not be proud of you and what you accomplished at such a young age? You had 6 Oscars, 4 Emmys, the most nominations at the Grammy’s this year, and you were named the most powerful person of the year by Time Magazine, Forbes Magazine, AND Vogue. You were a sensation that was still only just beginning. You had the entire world eating in the lam of your hand.

“Well, no matter what happens, I’m proud of you for trying. You don’t need college, but I applaud your efforts anyway. You could honestly be anything you want, be anyone you want, all you have to do is try and not everyone can do that.” He said, and his heart absolutely MELTED at the tiny smile you tried to hide by hiding your face further in his chest.

He heard you mumble the most adorable, embarrassed “Thanks” from his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let’s not think about it for a while, please?” you asked, politely.

“Ok. We can just rewatch the movie where you play a real life version of one of the most famous dolls in the world.” He says, purposefully teasing you!!

“Oh God.” You laughed out.

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You held your breath as you opened the email concealing your admissions decisions. It felt as if the world was telling everyone to be quiet and listen.

“I got it.” You whispered as quietly as possible.

“You got in?!” Luke shouted, jumping nearly 7 feet high as he got up to look at you.

“No. I got the email that says if I got in or not.” You answered.

“Oh. Sorry for freaking out.” He looks away, slightly embarrassed. You give him a small look and smile full of adoration before turning back to your phone.

“Here goes nothing.” You say as you click on the email. “What? I don’t get it? Oh! I have to log into the admissions portal in order to see the decision.”

You click on the portal login link and enter your login id username and password, fingers slightly trembling with anticipation. Hesitantly, you click on the link that states “An update has been made about your decision.”

Taking a deep breath, you read a letter that says:

“Dear Y/n, Thank you for applying to New York University. We are humbled by the overwhelming interest in attending NYU and the outstanding quality of the applications we received this year. After careful consideration and thorough examination, it is with regret we must inform you were are unable to offer you admission for the Fall 2024 semester.”

“I didn’t get in.” You confessed barely loud enough for a mouse to hear.

Instantly, Luke had his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, fiercely protective. You were so disappointed that you weren’t even crying, almost as if you were expecting to be rejected.

“Whatever. Fuck them anyway. They didn’t deserve you to begin with. You belong somewhere like UMich or in an Ivy League school. You’re too good for them.” He tries to reassure you. “Look at it this way, you can continue doing what you love most and stay here with me. In the end, you learned something.”

“And what’s that?” you questioned him.

“Rejection is just redirection, that’s all. College wasn’t in the cards for you and life thinks you’re better off in the spotlight, making more money in a single year than those lousy admissions officers make in their entire lives. You were meant to be somebody great. You ARE somebody great and you’re becoming somebody even more perfect than I ever thought possible.”

His words struck a chord in your heart so deeply that you couldn’t help but hold on to him for dear life. You felt your eyes begin to prick with tears. As the first one fell out of your right eye, you knew automatically that they were tears of joy. Your heart swelled with pride and love for Luke as you laughed into his chest.

“Yeah. Fuck them. I don’t need them. I’m a star! You’re all I need.” You teased back. Deep down, you were incredibly disappointed, but Luke’s words of affirmation and love meant more to you than the rejection letter did. Nothing could beat that.

“That’s right, baby.” He laughed as he tighten his grip over you. He gently kissed the top of your head and repeated quiet “I love you’s” for at least 10 minutes.

“What time is it?” You asked.

“It’s…5:30.” He responded gently leaning over to turn on his phone to check. “Oh Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

“Go! Go! Go!” You laughed at him.

God, this boy. You thought, shaking your head. That’s MY boy.

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regulusrules · 7 months

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Fics that you should read before Arthur comes back: clown edition

Now I know we might all be clowns, and that they're probably playing with us as usual, but honest to God I don't care. I am going to get my hopes up because I have been doing exactly that for the past lord knows how long. So better stay consistent, ok? Better remain true to the cause.

Now here are some post-canon fics that the writers should put into consideration if they know what's good for them.

1. These Ghosts Might Be Mine by @peaceheather. 68K, G.

The only thing I wrote in my bookmarks over this was that it's "the ending we deserved". Pretty sure that sums up exactly what I want to say. It's not just your ordinary time travel fix-it fic, but one that is done with such brilliance that it leaves you marvelling in awe at times. You must do yourself a favour and read for this author if you actually want to get a good understanding of the characters past canon.

2. Seo Gaestlufe/The Soul's Love series by flowerofnettles. 180K, T/E.

I know how hesitant some are when it comes to series, but listen. This one is simply not long enough from how GOOD it is! I rarely read wip fics, (it's now complete) but I genuinely loved living a journey with the author while it was being written, and I felt the amount of love and passion the author spent on it. What a creation, honestly. It's one of the very best out there.

3. I will turn your fear into a handful of dust by @regulusrules. 1K, G.

I am biased, ok? I want my own happy ending for them. I want to see them grow old and weary together. I want them alive. And if what it takes is a 1k drabble of them lying together by the sea, then I'll take it. I'll take it every single time you guys.

4. Albion's last bulwark by Saturne. 92K, E.

You know when there's a halo around a fic that you intensely remember a scene from but never the whole? And the scene alone is more than enough to remind you how good of a fic it is? Yeah. Yeah it's definitely the case here. I vividly feel its effect still. Absolutely planning on rereading soon because of how brilliant it was.

5. And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by @katherynefromphilly. 207K, M.

And lastly, the fandom requirement. The one that we will throw fists for if we don't see a scene or two from. As much as I am always more into canon deviations than accepting the idea of immortality and Arthur rising after millennia, this fic was definitely a pro in trying to make me less in denial. It certainly set the expectations high for any adaptation they might make now, and for good reason.

ARTHUR WILL RISE AGAIN.

#merlin #fic recs #bbc merlin #he will rise.#he better rise istg we need him #merthur #king arthur #arthur pendragon #ao3 #fic rec list #LJ recs #regulusrules recs

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #platonic stobin #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for K; kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit.

"We could go grab some lunch," Superboy suggests, leaning towards him a bit. "I know all the best local places. Or maybe hit the beach?"

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but I didn't pack a swimsuit," Tim admits. The possibility of the slutty beach day plan would've required a very different cut of swimsuit than his usual trunks, so he'd just figured he'd just buy a new one if he needed it.

"I could lend you one," Superboy offers.

"Do you have a spare?" Tim asks, mildly dreading the thought. He's a Gothamite. They're not bred for the beach.

"It's Hawaii, dude," Superboy says with a laugh, flashing him a wide grin. "Half my closet is swimsuits. Actually pretty sure I have more swimsuits than T-shirts, come to think."

Tim isn't sure if that means Superboy likes the beach that much–which would admittedly make sense for a Kryptonian hybrid, given all the yellow sun that's out there free for the taking–or if that means that Superboy just literally never wears civilian clothes. He must sometimes, right? In theory?

. . . Tim hates Rex Leech, he's pretty sure. Like. Really, really hates him. And also Cadmus. And Superman is on thin fucking ice, at this point.

Very thin ice.

He could get out the kryptonite ring again, if he had to. Like, that's an option that happens to be available to him. Just in case.

"We could do the beach," he says as he reverts to Smiling Normal Civilian Face #5. "Since it is Hawaii and all."

"Cool," Superboy says, grinning wider for a moment before seeming to remember himself and straightening back up from leaning in so close. "Uh–cool, yeah! C'mon, I'll give you a lift."

Tim, again, doesn't even have time to register the instinct to hit Superboy with a nerve strike before he's in the guy's arms and they're taking off into the air again. Does Superboy have superspeed? Tim was pretty sure he didn't. Like, not yet, anyway. Maybe all that constant island sun is paying off early.

Hm. Note to self: look into that. He should really know if his soulmate has superspeed or not.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #dc robin #superboy #k #rinfic #wip: kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Tim Sets You Two Up

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim knew that his TA and Jason would love each other, so he tricks them into meeting

Notes: this is a request for a DM to have Jason meet the reader because Tim is tricky

Jason hadn’t expected you to be his perfect match when the two of you first met. It was a blind date set up by Tim of all people. He had a TA in a class of his that he thought Jason would like and he convinced (tricked) the two of you meeting in the campus library, saying he needed to study, and Jason needed to bring him coffee. You were there to tutor him, even though you weren’t sure what problem he was having in the class you TA’d for, but you went to the designated study room, seeing a stack of books in the corner of the small room. You went to pick them up, laughing at seeing both Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on top. You heard the door close and turned around, expecting Tim but instead seeing possibly the most gorgeous person to ever exist.

“O, sorry, I was looking for Tim Drake?” he said, carrying a couple coffees. You were about to speak when you looked through the window that faced the rest of the library and there was Tim, locking the door.

“O that little shit,” you said, going to the door and trying the handle. The rooms were soundproof to keep distractions from the studiers so you knew yelling was pointless. Tim held up a piece of paper with ‘You’ll Thank Me Later’ before walking away.

“I may shoot him,” Jason said, looking like he actually might. You turned to him and offered an embarrassed smiled.

“I don’t know what that kid is thinking, hi I’m YN, I’m a TA in his required literature class, he’s doing great, it was very suspicious that he asked for tutoring…I’m sorry I ramble sometimes,” you said, blushing now as this guy stared at you. He didn’t seem annoyed, in fact the little smile on his face made you think he was actually listening intently to you, and it was nice. You were a lit major who took a lot of extra technical classes because you liked science fiction so much, most people looked at you like your rambling was annoying and like you didn’t belong.

“I’m Jason, Tim’s my little brother,” he said. You looked confused for a moment and then he chuckled. “We’re all adopted, there’s quite a few of us.” You thought for a second and it dawned on you, Tim had mentioned once that his dad was Bruce Wayne. And Bruce Wayne had a gaggle of children he had adopted. “He told me he needed coffee, which is weird, I figured it was in an IV drip at this point.”

“It should be for that one,” you said with a laugh. “Wonder why he left these books.” Jason walked over and picked up a couple. “I mean, don’t get me wrong I would love to ramble about the absolute silliness of putting zombies into Jane Austen I’m not sure if you would be into that.”

“You would be surprised,” he said. “Although still not sure how I feel about that weird parody of adding dumb things into classics.” You stopped and stared at him.

“Ok, listen, zombies are a fantastic form of describing the crumbling of civilizations without blaming a specific group of people for the crumbling…” and that started what turned into a three-hour discussion about books while locked in a study room at Gotham university. By the time Tim remembered to come back and let you guys out you had exchanged numbers and were planning on meeting at a bookstore, and you had a list of books that Jason needed to read and he had a list that you had to get.

“Thanks Tim,” Jason said as he slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder, waving to you as you headed towards your apartment. Tim smiled, proud of himself.

“I knew you two would fall in love, next time you see her can you tell her to grade my symbolism paper nicely?”

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jasontodd #red hood x reader #red hood x you #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #jasontoddblurbs

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formosusiniquis · 2 months

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Am I the Asshole?

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington; Robin Buckley/Original Female Character(s); Steve Harrington/Original Character(s); Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 6052 | Rated: T | Tags: Modern AU, Reddit AU, Some AITA typical terrible people, QPR Steve & Robin, NB Steve, NB Robin AKA the Stobin AITA fic

r/AmITheAssshole u/HufflepuffHero94 9yrs ago AITA for being concerned about my girlfriends living situation?

Context: My (20F) girlfriend (18F) is amazing. She's a polyglot linguistics major, speaks three languages fluently and she's completely self-taught, a genius basically. We go to the same college (Midwestern Liberal Arts college) where we met in the marching band. Now R, my girlfriend, is from a small town. Like the kind of small town that they make jokes about in sitcoms, she isn't really online (so I'm not worried about her seeing this) because she claims they didn't even have the internet until she was in high school. She isn’t really “out” because of this. It’s like she lives in this semi-closeted space like some kind of TV queerbait character. It's not really a problem, I mean she’ll tell people we’re dating if they ask and all of our marching band friends know but when I ask about it she says it’s because it wasn’t really safe in her hometown growing up. But it’s 2014 not 1980…

Even though R is a freshman she’s in special accommodations. Instead of living in the dorms like the school usually requires she’s got a small, studio apartment just off of campus. A perk considering how awful living in the dorms is. R is a pretty private person and super studious. Most of our dates have been in the library or a study date at the coffee place on campus. She’s not big on PDA, she says she’s trying to get better at it but she’s still only sort of out and I’m her first real girlfriend. I was psyched when she asked me if I wanted to go with her to her apartment to study, said her best friend had a never fail study method that she was eager to try (and when she told me what it was I was pretty eager too).

R can’t drive, so when I pull into the parking lot of her complex she notices something and says her roommate hasn’t left for work yet. I’m a little confused because like I said she lives in a studio apartment, but she just brushes it off and says something about asshole parents and this being what they could afford when some money fell through. She’s sent me snaps from her place, so I know it’s pretty cozy so I tell her it’s fine. Obviously I’m concerned about what the set up is going to be like when we get up there but she insists that dingus (her words) will only be there for another couple minutes before they have to leave for work and that Stevie (again her words) is her best friend in the world. They moved here together from the same small town or something.

To give R credit, she’s definitely done the best she can with the space. When I walked it it definitely felt as homey as it does in her pictures. The door opened up into the kitchen and living room and she’s got those spaces divided off from the beds with one of those Chinese paper divider thingies. Anyway to make a long story short it turns out her roommate and best friend Stevie is actually a whole dude (19). He comes out, gives her a look and asks her if “us girls are planning a sleepover” and if he should make himself scarce for the evening. R says she doesn’t give him shit when his “special friends” come over and after that I kinda stopped listening. I slipped off into the apartment looking for the bathroom and that’s when I saw how their “bedroom” was set up. Twin beds INCHES apart, they might as well be sharing the same one.

Here’s where I might be the asshole. When her “friend” finally cleared out I told her the truth. I didn’t know how comfortable I was hanging out in her place where she lives with a guy. I do live in the dorms but I’ve got a single right now. I asked her to move in with me so she wouldn’t have to be in this situation. I guess it maybe sounded like I was dissing her friend, which I was but I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just think it’s weird that she won’t come out to anyone and is also living with some guy! I told her I wasn’t interested in being an experiment and if things were serious then she would want to move in with me.

That’s when she kicked me out and called me an asshole. But really I don’t think I’m being a dick for being concerned that she might just be jerking me along while she plays lesbian so she can tell her boyfriend about it at home. Even if nothing is going on I'm just worried that living in this kind of environment isn't safe for her. I mean this guy is probably just pretending to be her friend to get in her pants, I think the fact that they're from the same small town means she can't see that. I really think she would be better off if she moved into the dorms with me aita?

u/otpsnotbrotps NTA

u/foreplayisntreal NTA guys and girls can't be friends. If she even is a lez and a katy perry wannabe then roomie is just biding his time til she's ready to be converted

Read the rest on AO3

#stobin month 2024 #day 10 modern #steve and robin #platonic stobin #it's still day 10 somewhere shhh i know it's late #minor steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #my fic #stobin fic #stranger things fic

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stuckymonkey · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 5: Innocence

Stucky x reader

word count - 1k

a/n - hello hello! I hope you guys liked this! I actually wrote this one on time!!

Steve was an innocent. There was no doubt about that. While he may look like an educated, well rounded man; he's actually quite ignorant when it comes to a certain subject.

This subject was sex. Sure, he and Buck had kissed before the war and before getting separated, but he had never been fucked or touched by anyone else, let alone two people.

So when Y/N and Bucky tried to show him a good time, he clammed up.

It took months for Steve to allow himself to be touched by his two lovers. Bucky was gentle, while y/n was a little impatient. His level of innocence aroused her. Her sweet baby boy who had never been touched by another woman. He also would never be touched this way by any other woman. Ever.

Y/N would make sure of that. Her and Buck would ruin him for anyone else, quickly turning him into their pleasure drunk little baby. He would grow to crave their touch and their pleasure, bound to them for life.

Steve was finally spread out on the bed, after much encouraging and coaxing from Bucky. Y/n just sat back and watched, making Steve feel as if he was her prey. She licked her lips, getting carried away with all of the evil things she could do to their baby. Then, she remembered she had once been like him. An innocent little thing, curious and shy.

She focused on cooing at Stevie, telling him how he was such a good boy, and how they were going to take the best care of him.

And they did.

They each crowded Steve, peppering his face with kissing, telling him sweet nothings and slowly stripping him bare. He gave consent each time and quickly learned that verbal responses were required (thanks to Bucky's patient spanks).

Bucky licked the sides of Steve's virgin shaft while Y/n licked and kissed his neck, using her hand to twist and rub his sensitive nipples.'

He was such a whiny baby, begging for affection and praise. And they gave it to him, rewarding him for trusting them, kissing every inch of his face an neck. Bucky switched between using his mouth and hands on Stevie's cock, licking it up like candy. "Taste's so fuckin' sweet, doll. Should c'mere and have a taste," He said, making eye contact with their girlfriend. "Will you be okay if I go have a taste with Bucky?" She asked softly, getting a quiet "Yes," In response.

Poor Steve was panting from the pleasure, patiently waiting while Bucky and Y/n had their fun.

Y/n made eye contact with Steve before giving little kitten licks to his cockhead, testing the waters per-se. She maintained that eye contact ash she took his cock inch by inch. Bucky eventually decided she was going too slow, using his flesh hand to push her head down further on his length.

She chocked around Steve's narrower cock, letting the mushroom tip kiss the back of her throat. Steve moaned as Bucky jerked what Y/n didn't take, using their combined saliva as lube.

"Fuck Stevie, taste so good," Their girlfriend said, pulling off Steve's cock. "See? Told ya." Bucky replied.

Y/n could feel a wet spot pooling in her panties as she took Steve's length down her throat once again. She gagged around him, making him jolt. "Hang on baby, let her suck on you," Bucky purred, petting Steve's blond head that now rested on his chest.

The thought being the first people to suck Stevie off since the 40s made Y/n blush. She loved that they were the ones taking this from Stevie, his first blowie and really, his first sexual encounter since the 40s. She knew they would be the ones to take Steve's full virginity. They would let him fuck each one of their holes as much as he wanted.

Thinking about this made Y/n squirt onto the sheets as her mouth kept working over the blonde's length. "Y/n?!" Bucky asked, hearing a forced sound come from her mouth. "Stevie, stop. Stop!" He was quick to pull Y/n off of Steve's cock, "Are you okay?!" She nodded breathlessly and tried to go back to sucking their boyfriend off. This was when Bucky saw the puddle of cum between her legs. "Fuck, Steve, our baby just squirted." He announced, appalled that she could cum just from choking on cock.

"You did that to our girl Stevie," He keened. "How does it feel, pal?" He asked. "Great," he panted, ready for the fun to continue.

Bucky took a turn with Steve's length, stroking and squeezing it. Steve let his boyfriend know he was about to cum, his legs were shaking and his panting had increased.

Steve begged and cried, both you and Bucky cooed at him and shushed him, watching as spurts of cum sprayed from his mushroom head. "Good boy Stevie!!" You cooed, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

Bucky retrieved a warm washcloth to clean his lovers before slipping into bed beside them, satisfied with the events that occurred that night.

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A Face to the Name

Sukuna x FemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: After a long a** break of settling in, getting Aika settled in, finding a babysitter, and overall just avoiding going into work physically… Y/N now has to physically go into work Lol

A/N: I’m currently making a Master List of this series. There, I will attempt to put it in an actual timeline. No promises though.

This story part does take place after The Beginning though.

Warning: mild swearing, mention of choking (in a non physical sense)

Sukuna x FemReader Master List

Welp. Y/N hated this. You were perfectly fine working from home. You enjoyed not having to actually pick an appropriate outfit for work. Cause if you could go to work in your track-pants, you most certainly would. You also enjoyed just casually sitting in on meetings through video call, making yourself a sandwich as you did. Now you guarantee during those meetings, you would be expected to at least say something, and you most definitely would not be allowed to make a sandwich during it.

With one more sigh, you left the house and drove to work. But not before grabbing your lunch bag, which Yuuji and Aika had left a sweet note about enjoying your first day at work. Such darlings.

On the other side of the street, Sukuna was already grumbling in annoyance. The sections manager was finally making an appearance at work, and he wasn’t sure what to make of them. Mostly cause they actually never said sh*t during the meeting. They muted their microphone and blocked their camera during meetings, stating that it gets extremely loud and distracting in her house.

Now Sukuna knew for sure it was a female because she often sent emails to him regarding certain deadlines and projects. And she always signed it off with her name and position. Now Sukuna should have probably done the same back, since it’s appropriate to sign off your name and position when writing emails within a company. But yeah… he never did that Lol So she always called him “Mr.Sukuna” since his email had his first name in it. That low key made him laugh, only cause he knew it probably annoyed her. She was a stickler for “proper” and “appropriate” when it came to work, Sukuna couldn’t help himself in wanting to annoy her just a little.

The house was already empty, with Yuuji leaving early to drop off Aika to school. The same Aika who had insisted on her and Yuuji leaving a sweet note in his lunch… addressed to “Suki”. Brats.

“I hate this.” You mumbled under your breath. And you weren’t lying. Physically being at work was weird. You were a section manager for a large project firm. You had moved cities with Aika after being promoted to a higher position, but it required you to move to a different city. No complaint on your part though, you were moving back to the city you called home, where family was. Being away from them was hard enough.

You were getting a tour of the office, being introduced to coworkers, putting faces to the names that you’ve read through your computer screen from time. In fact, you were looking for a certain person, a Mr. Sukuna. The guy, you assumed it’s a male anyways, just did little things to irk your soul. Why couldn’t he just send the documents to you if he was already done? Why wait till the deadline to do so? Why couldn’t he just answer you in a timely manner? Especially when the indicator says that the guy read your message. And why couldn’t he just sign off his name properly in emails?! So you wouldn’t have to use his first name, which you got from his work email address!

“Oh, this is Mr. Itadori.” Your colleague introduced. And instantly, your head shot up. Someone with the same last name as your child’s babysitter? Possibly a coincidence in last names.

It most certainly was not a coincidence. The man before you looked exactly like Yuuji, his pink fluffy hair a dead give away to that. But the tattoos, the large body structure, the intimidating look he gave you, this was probably Yuuji’s older brother. And he was right, he is scary looking. But scary good… cause for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Took everything in you not to laugh as youu remembered Yuuji’s words.

As if Sukuna thoughts differed from your own. He took one look at you, and he already had one word to describe you. Cute. Your body language gave off a timid vibe. Understandable, he is a pretty big guy. But this was his new manager? On screen you gave a very demanding and confident presence, but that’s probably because you were behind a screen. That was what he liked. As much as he could describe you as cute, you weren’t necessarily his type. He liked confident and bold women, not to much the shy type. There was something about a woman who could take the lead with no hesitation, that made Sukuna melt.

“Hi, Mr. Itadori. Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.” You introduced with a deep bow. Sukuna could only smirk, definitely a timid one.

“Nice to meet you. Look forward to working with you.” Sukuna replied, he definitely was going to enjoy teasing you in the future.

Now this time, Sukuna was baffled. Trying to keep the impressed smile off his face. He was definitely wrong in his original thoughts of you just being “cute”, and he was definitely wrong on you not being his type. Cause you most definitely were.

There was a meeting today, with your boss wanting to formally introduce you to everyone, as well as a meeting about the current projects and its timelines. There was some overlaps in the projects, resulting in slight disorganization among workers, all of them trying to figure out which part should be done first. Which resulted in missed deadlines, all of which you felt could have been avoided.

When you were called upon to address the matter with your own thoughts, Sukuna couldn’t wait to see how your timid self would respond. But in your own head, you could only sigh as you feared you’ll be looked at as a tyrant in the workplace. Oh well.

“I disagree.” You spoke up when it was your turn to speak. All eyes were on you now, with your answer defying all previous agreements. “This will certainly lead to sloppy results. The deadline is soon approaching, let’s fix the timeline of things. Have the bigger details handled by senior staff, and smaller ones handled by the interns. They’ll have to learn eventually anyways how things work in an actual work setting.”

“Giving those kind of tasks to the interns is what could result in sloppy results.” Someone else argued.

“No. Those interns worked hard to be exactly where they are now.” You explained. “Give them the chance to prove themselves and to succeed. They’re in this position cause this where they went to be, so give them that chance.”

“That’s still risky.” Another fought.

“What’s risky is this that you actually think that your current plan is working, when it's clearly not.”

Welp, you just dropped a truth bomb there, and Sukuna couldn’t help but smirk. He almost barked out a laugh. Almost.

“I agree with Y/N.” Sukuna declared. “This debate is honestly a waste of time. We either continue with what we're doing, or we follow the princess' lead and listen to her."

"Sukuna." The boss had lightly reprimanded him with using such an inappropriate to describe you. He always feared Sukuna would catch an HR complaint with the way he spoke. But it's not like you complained.

Nope, you definitely didn't complain. Instead you slightly blushed at the sound of the nickname coming from such a deep voice such as Sukuna's. You had to remind yourself that you were at work and to relax.

Once the meeting had ended, in your favour actually, you had either been applauded for your decision to change things. Or you were looked down upon for it, especially cause you were technically new to the your current position. But you had not let any of the whispers around you, stop you. And Sukuna noticed that. Just like a predator eyeing it's prey, Sukuna was now eyeing you.

Extra:

"Hi Suku- nii, how was work?" Yuji asked, seeing his brother already in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"It was fine brat. Where are you coming from anyways?" Sukuna asked, no pleasantries what so ever. But that never bothered Yuji.

"Oh, Aika's house. I was helping her with her homework before her mom came home." Yuji explained. "Aika said she wants to come here for dinner tomorrow. Is that ok?"

"Yeah it's fine." Sukuna answered back, not really paying much attention to things as he did the task at hand. No, his thoughts were still on you. The way you dominated your colleagues, the way you spoke to those higher then you with no remorse in your comments. That kind of personality had Sukuna in a choke hold, and his thoughts were strictly on you.

"Suku-nii."

"What?"

"Did... something good happen today?"

"What the fcuk?" Sukuna questioned as he turned to face his younger brother. "What are you on brat?"

"Cause you're burning dinner." Yuji answered innocently. He didn't want to admit that his brother got absent minded whenever his thoughts were on a girl, or he had a good date.

"FCUKKK!"

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Crush On An Archer PT. 3

A/N: No way I'm releasing parts on back-to-back days. On top of my shit I guess. I feel like we are getting closer and closer here people! Stay tuned...

Kate Bishop X f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Not proofread

The wheels of your plane touched down at JFK and as you turn your phone back on you see another msg sent 2 mins ago from Kate pop up.

“Hey, I tracked your flight updates online, I’m just waiting in a nearby parking lot whenever you get your bag and are ready.”

You got off your plane and you could feel the palms of your hands start to get sweaty. Why were you SO nervous to see her? You guys are just friends and based on how she talks to you about guys it will probably only ever be just that. You’re trying to remind yourself that she doesn’t like you like that and you guys are teammates so it’s not weird that you hang out. You’ve been texting constantly for the last couple of weeks, you probably talk to her more than most of your other friends at this point actually so it should. Not. Be. Weird.

…yeah but it still is.

You send Kate a text telling her terminal 2 is where you will be exiting, that you have your bags you’re just making your way through the airport. She hits you back saying okay and she’s on her way.

As the automatic doors slide open and you take a step out into New York’s warm summer climate you take a look around trying to spot Kate. You decide to pull out your phone and start typing out a message asking her what car she drives when all of a sudden you hear someone call your name.

“Y/N!!”

You look up and there’s Kate waiving an arm at you three cars down with the sweetest smile on her face.

You can feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. She’s got this cheeky grin that almost gives off a hint of nervousness as well as she opens her arms wide for you to hug her.

You go in only wrapping one arm around as you continue to hold your luggage with the other. This move is something that you haven’t stopped thinking about since, why not just drop the bag and give her a full hug? It’s fine…it’s only something you will be overthinking for the rest of the year.

“Hey! How was your flight? It’s so good to see you!.”

“It was great, yeah, it flew by.”

Kate giggled at your little pun, “here let me take your bags!” She says going for your luggage and before you had a chance to even try to stop her she already grabbed it and was walking towards the trunk.

“T-Thank you!”

“No worries, hop in.” She says opening the door to the back seat.

Back seat is kind of odd.

She quickly hops around the other side of the car and also hops in the back seat. You were confused at first but then quickly realized there was a man in the driver's seat.

“Arnold, this is Y/N, Y/N, Arnold. He has been our family’s driver for years now and is taking us to campus.”

“Lovely to meet you Miss. Y/N.” He says.

“Likewise.”

Wow okay so she… comes from money?

“Wow Kate, I didn’t realize you had someone else driving, you didn’t have to come all this way to pick me up.”

“Y/N, seriously it is not a big deal. Besides, now I at least have some company as we drive to campus…not that you aren’t great company Arnold!!”

“I enjoy talking to you too Miss. Bishop but I will give the two of you some privacy.” He says as his hand touches a button above his head causing a privacy screen to roll up giving the two of you your own separate space.

“So, how’re you feeling about your classes this year?” Kate asks.

“Pretty good, I’m just glad I got most of the ones I wanted. My first semester is pretty hard but the second not as much, what about you?”

“Yeah pretty much the same. Not really looking forward to school though, I’m pretty trash at math and one of my business courses requires a section on it so I am not looking forward to that.”

“I mean, if you ever need a tutor or any help I could always be of service. I am not like a genius but I finished top in my class for the last three years or so…so I would say I know a thing or two.”

“Wow so she’s fantastic at archery and a genius? Student athlete perfection. What can’t you do?”

“Haha trust me, I am FAR from perfection. I cannot write a good essay to save my life. It is a real struggle.”

“Okay so what I’m hearing is I will proofread all your written work and you explain math problems to me and together we just become super successful student athletes together.”

“Haha, yes. I like the sounds of that.”

“Do you have any open days in your school schedule?”

“Thursday nights are open after practice.”

“Did you want to try to get in the habit of meeting up on Thursday nights then to study together?”

Wow…she wants to see you once a week outside of practice?

“Yeah I’d love to.” Was saying love too much?

“It’s a date. Or well..many dates- technically.”

You could feel your face getting hot just from her saying that as you try to squeeze out a smile with your unbelievably large eyes just staring at her. A nervous laugh escaped your mouth and you were hoping she didn’t notice the sudden shift in mood for you but she definitely did.

Kate was the best person to talk to though because she just loved to talk, nonstop. She decided to change up the subject and start talking about other stuff going on in her life, friend drama, archery, family, her dog, literally anything and everything until you guys got to campus. She dropped you off at your apartment and being the person she is, even got out of the car to grab you your bags and everything.

This is your chance to try again at the hug thing if the opportunity presents itself.

“So, are you just unpacking tonight and stuff?”

“Yeah, pretty much. That and probably cleaning. My roommates are such a mess and when I’m not around to pick up after them, it doesn’t get done.”

Kate’s brows furrowed at your comment. “That’s not very fair to you.”

“Yeah, is what it is. I have gotten used to it. Besides, I don’t mind cleaning, I find it pretty relaxing.”

“Haha maybe I should have you come over sometime then.” She says sarcastically.

You laugh nervously again totally not thinking about how you would absolutely take her up on that given the chance. Anything to spend more time with her.

“Well, have fun unpacking and with your therapeutic cleaning haha.”

“I will, thanks so much again for helping me out and picking me up from the airport, seriously it meant a lot.”

“Of course! Anytime.” She says as she passes you your bag and turns around to get back in the car.

Damn. No hug. Guess you’ll just have to keep thinking about the fact that you fumbled the one chance you got at that.

*3 hrs later* (10:00PM)

You check your phone, Kate messaged you.

“How's the cleaning going?” You were honestly surprised she reached out since you just saw her and the two of you talked for so long today.

“I actually just wrapped things up, it wasn’t as messy as I thought it would be but the bathroom was gross.”

“Haha, that’s living with 3 other girls I guess right. What else are you thinking of doing tonight? You must be pretty tired after your flight.”

“I’m not sure, I’m actually not that tired. I had a shower so I feel a lot better now but my body doesn’t seem to want to go to sleep. Wbu?”

“Ugh nothing, I’m bored just bored lol.”

“Yeah true, I was thinking of watching a movie or something maybe tonight and then trying to sleep after that.”

“Ouuu what movie were you thinking of watching?”

“I don’t know, something comforting. I was leaning towards a Harry Potter movie but I feel like that’s too big of a commitment. Maybe like a Disney movie or something, maybe Mulan or Moana.”

“Ugh both are SUCH good choices, Moana is SO good but Mulan is a classic and one of my personal favs.”

“I think I am leaning towards Mulan.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

Would it be crazy to invite her over? It’s too late right? And you already saw her today. Is that too much y/n Kate time? Fuck it right? You’re just friends, she will probably say no anyways.

“Hey you wouldn’t want to come over and watch it with me would you?”

Fuck. The immediate regret sets in once you hit send. But you couldn’t unsend the message in case she had already read it. The three dots pop up showing she’s typing, then they disappear…popped up again…and they’re gone. They haven’t come back. Fuck. You can feel your heart racing. You practically threw your phone across the bed and then all of a sudden you hear your phone ding and immediately throw your body towards it.

“I’d love to.” Your eyes widen at the text as another one pops up. “I’ll be over in 10.”...

“Actually 15, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Ouuu, I’d have to say Strawberry.”

“Okay, see you soon <3”

The heart emoji at the end of that text had you sitting still for a solid two minutes straight when you suddenly snapped out of it and realized she’s going to be here in 10 or so minutes and you need to make yourself look more presentable. You hop out of bed, brush your teeth, brush your hair, put on some cute PJ bottoms and an oversized hoodie as you get the softest and fluffiest blankets and pillows arranged nicely on your bed. You light a candle from bath and body works to make it smell nice and turn off the overhead lights and on all of the mood lighting in your room.

“Hey I’m outside.”

You go to open the door and Kate is standing in front of you with her dark hair tossed up in a messy bun, wearing plaid pj pants and a tight black tank top that is clinging to her leaving practically nothing up to your imagination.

“HEY!” She says excitedly as she holds up two pints of ice cream.

“Come in, come in.” You say gesturing her into your apartment. “My room is the first on the left.”

“Wowww it’s so nice and very clean in here.” she says with a giggle.

“Haha. Thank you, I try.” I got the movie all loaded up on my TV, take a seat, I’m going to go grab us some spoons. Do you want some water or something?”

“Yeah, water would be great, thank you.”

You grab what you need and come back to see Kate comfortable on your bed.

“Hey, thanks for bringing ice cream.”

“Of course, you can’t have a movie night without a little treat!”

You get in bed and hit play on the movie. Although you were in your own space you couldn’t help but be overly aware of every part of your body and everything you were doing. Breathing heavy, eating loudly, how you were sitting, how you looked from her perspective, everything was racing through your mind and you could hardly focus on the movie. You were trying so hard not to look over at her because you didn’t want to create an awkward moment but it felt like you were FIGHTING your intrusive thoughts for an hour straight and it was making you exhausted. Towards the end of the movie you could feel your eyes getting heavy and next thing you know you’re waking up the next morning in your bed. You look next to you, no Kate.

Fuck please tell me you didn’t actually just dream up that entire scenario. That sucks. God she’s such a big part of your life now that you’re dreaming about her. Even your subconscious is teasing you.

You grab your phone to check the time *9am*.

“Morning sleepy pants. I had fun last night. I figured you were exhausted so I ended up taking off after the movie was done. Blew out the candle, put away the ice cream and dishes in the sink.”

Shit. So it wasn’t a dream and you just fumbled for the second time in one day by falling asleep.

“Fuck. I’m sorry did I fall asleep next to you last night?”

Three bubbles popped up as she typed away.

“Haha. More like ON me.” she replies. Your face confused until a picture follows through 2 seconds later of you practically drooling on her shoulder.

How are you ever going to recover from this one? You probably should transfer schools.

“FUCK. I am SO sorry omg I will def be making this up to you.”

“Y/n, it's okay haha. You were obviously tired after your flight, I can’t blame you travel makes me sleepy too plus it was late. Did you get a good night's rest at least?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Good, you’re going to need your energy because we are going out tonight and I’m not letting you fall asleep at 11pm again.”

“Haha alright, sounds like a plan.”

“Good. Relax for the rest of the day, I’m coming over at 7 with vodka and good music so be ready babe.”

“See you at 7”

– End of Pt 3. –

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“Down there, there’s a place I know I belong” — An analysis of Courtney in Dead End: Paranormal Park

(Heavy season 2 spoilers! Please only read this post if you’ve completed the latest season!)

Courtney is a character who is rude, snarky, and selfish in nature. You may read this as an insult, or as me disliking Courtney. It is not either of those things.

(And I promise this is going somewhere other than stating the obvious.)

It takes effort for Courtney to act good; it doesn’t come naturally to them. It’s not in their nature to be good, and that’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t matter if goodness doesn’t come naturally to someone, so long as, in the end, they do act good.

And we know that natural ‘goodness’ or ‘badness’ have nothing to do with species in this universe, either. We see Courtney directly assuming that their feelings of being ‘softened’ by the neutral plane are also felt by Temeluchus.

They, of course, assume that the same thing must have happened to Temeluchus because they are the same. They are both demons who have lived in the neutral plane for a long time. But they’re not the same in this way. As revealed at the end of season 2, Courtney is a fallen angel.

But, despite this, they end up being RIGHT about Temeluchus being softened. Not because they and Temeluchus were both demons, but because they were both naturally cruel creatures before coming into contact with the rest of the DE:PP cast. Regardless of their species.

We also see this, of course, in Fingers; a so-called “angel” who manipulated, harmed and tortured others in order to get what he wanted from them.

Kindness is associated generally with angels, and cruelness and rowdiness generally associated with demons, but these traits are NOT required for these species.

But it is because cruelness, rowdiness and all of the things Courtney naturally is are all assumed to naturally come to demons, that Courtney assumed that they are a demon. They align themselves with demons, relate to them (especially when contrasted with how they view angels). Despite Courtney never seeing a demon who looked like them, Courtney assumed that they HAD to be one. That’s why, as their “good twin” says, they “wanted” to be a demon. It’s because it was with demons that Courtney felt they should be. They have no memories of before they were banished. They would have nothing to go off of except for… Who they felt they belonged with.

And this is one of the major themes of Courtney’s character.

Courtney, more than anything, wants a place where they feel like they belong.

This is why a major part of Courtney’s arc in season 2 revolves around them trying to find others of their species, and season 1’s, around their desire to go to the lower plane. Especially when the truth is that they have no way of knowing that the lower plane was EVER their home. They have no memories of it. But it is where demons are SUPPOSED to be. It is where they will find belonging, with other demons like them.

You can see this idea; the idea that it is not the lower plane that Courtney wants, but what the lower plane REPRESENTS (a place of belonging); VERY plainly in the lyrics of their song about this desire, “Somewhere Down There.”

With lyrics including:

“Down there’s a place where I know I belong / Because demons are meant to burn”

“I’ll be one of the guys with the Lord of the Flies”

“Down where it’s molten, fire and brimstone / That’s where I know that I’m meant to make my home!”

When they aren’t talking about what they have read about the lower plane, they are describing a longing for a home.

And this is why Courtney feels nothing when they actually do get to go to the lower plane. Because they discover that this plane, too, is a place where they are an outcast.

And this is also why it was so crucial that Pauline approached Courtney right after their big blowup with Barney and Norma. Their feeling of unbelonging where they were; and thus, their desire to go to the lower plane; had been exacerbated.

To continue with this line of thinking, their actions and dialogue with said blowup is telling.

Courtney tends to tell (oftentimes dark) jokes at the expense of others to lighten the mood. At the time of the fight, they had even done it just a few scenes before, with their ‘haha, you can run away from me!’ quip while Barney talked about Norma running away from her demons.

Courtney does not have enough of a grasp on human social rules and what is and isn’t acceptable to say in what situations, to know their jokes were wrong. When they were joking about how much they admired Pauline now, they really thought they were helping. They even state as much plainly: “You love it when I do that (make jokes)!”

They thought that they were doing the good and correct thing, but were instead met with hostility. They are notably treated as if they knew what they were doing was wrong. As if their intentions were cruel. Not good.

And we know who tend to have cruel intentions, don’t we? Demons.

THIS is why Courtney immediately brings up being a demon in this situation. They feel as if they are being othered because of their “cruelness” (though this was not their intention in this scene), when they think cruelness is inherent to them and is unable to be changed. They think of this as an example of their oppression as a demon. (And, indeed, demons are oppressed in the society that we are presented with in DE:PP. And, indeed, despite not being a demon, Courtney IS still oppressed in this society. More on this later.)

So, when Courtney voices that they are feeling othered and pushed out because of their species, with: “You still see me as less than you, don’t you? I didn’t realize this was a secret human-only club!”

And Pugsley replies, “Humans AND dogs,” affirming, yes, they DO look down on them for being a demon. Yes, this IS a “club” that excludes demons.

Yes. Courtney does NOT have the place of belonging that they thought they did with them.

It’s no wonder why they’re brought close to tears. And it’s no wonder their desire to go to the lower plane; the place where they KNOW they simply MUST belong; becomes so strong in the aftermath of this fight, that they are willing to side with Pauline.

To be clear, I am not saying that Courtney did nothing wrong in this situation. I’d hope that would be obvious. Instead, I am stating that their intentions with their jokes were kind, even if the intention doesn’t change how they made Norma feel. And then, the resulting exchange had the perfect mix of all of the exact wrong elements for the situation at hand; Pugsley’s doggy-mind-driven prioritization of humans and Courtney’s existing inferiority complex about not belonging due to being a demon; for Courtney to come away feeling as if they were shunned and attacked for being a demon, and for all of the humans and Pugsley to feel firmly in the moral right.

Not only does Courtney align themselves firmly with demons, but they also don’t like the angels.

The angels as an oppressive class are established in a few different ways; the idea that the word “angel” is propaganda to make them sound better than they are, the fact that demons are raided and then locked away in prisons for something as simple as a Sweet 16 party, and the framing of the demons escaping the angel prison as “the underdogs punching up”. The angels are intended to be the oppressors of demons.

Despite the video for the Fallen Angel Work Program stating that fallen angels “will always be one of us (angels),” it’s also very clear that, like demons, fallen angels are also oppressed in this system. Their bodies are described and framed as “damaged” and “broken” by angels, now that they are fallen. And they are then mandatorily put into nearly-unending labor, with lunch breaks only once every 500 years. Not only that, but they are brainwashed to think that they LIKE these working conditions, as we see when Courtney tries to start an uprising with their fellow fallen angels.

Angels claim that fallen angels are still viewed as angels, but it is clear that this could not be farther from the truth.

After being oppressed as a demon, of course Courtney hates angels. And, after seeing what fallen angels like them are forcibly subjected to, they continue to feel this way. They do not belong with angels, just as they do not belong with demons. They refuse to align themselves with their oppressors.

… Or do they?

As, aside from yearning for a place to belong, there is another theme we have yet to touch on: assimilation and shame.

It is stated multiple times that Courtney suffers from self-loathing. The first time, in season 1, where they say that they just want to hate themselves in peace, and the second one, in season 2, where they use it as an example of one of their worst qualities.

Why is this?

This is the question that Courtney’s “good twin” proposes for Courtney directly. After all, in the good twin’s words, “This world isn’t meant for us demons! We can choose to be outcasts, or we can adapt, evolve, assimilate, and maybe then find happiness!”

But Courtney HAS assimilated! As Courtney points out in this scene, they have been very good since season 2 began.

So, then, why aren’t they happy? Why do they continue to hate themselves, and feel such guilt over their banishment which they can’t even remember?

Why? When Courtney has assimilated?

That word got stuck in my head: “assimilated”. That, and the line that one of the demons says about not being ashamed about being a demon, but, rather, wishing that society treated them kinder.

This theme about being not ashamed to be a demon, continued throughout the episode.

And then, the “good twin” saying that demons need to “push down” the guilt they feel. Not “cope with”. Not “deal with”.

Push it down.

Put it away. Ignore it. Don’t address it. Assimilate.

Courtney is not a demon, but they are perceived as one. And I don’t think that the “good twin’s” advice for demonhood is good advice. Rather, it is the main (though not sole) root of Courtney’s self-loathing.

This desire to assimilate. This desire to fit in.

To belong.

And while Courtney later goes on in this episode to try and prove that they are not ashamed of being a demon like their “good twin” wants, we later see this idea popping up again, when Courtney victim-blames demons for their oppression (when they still thought that they, themselves, were a demon).

In this moment, Courtney plays at ‘respectability politics’; saying that the demons like the ones that they were talking to were the reason that the angels hated demons. They say, “Maybe if we stop breaking the rules on purpose…”

Another demon rightfully interrupts them: “Then they’d find another reason to treat us like dirt.”

However, unlike with the episode with their “good twin”, Courtney’s internalized shame doesn’t get addressed at all beyond that response. This shame Courtney feels around being a demon is still there, but it’s not being addressed any further. In season 2, at least.

Because, if Courtney acts this way about a species that they chose… That they relate to, that they align themselves with…

How in the world are they going to feel once they’re able to slow down and properly process that they are an angel? A species that they hate? Not just that; a “broken” version OF that species??

As such, I can only imagine that the theme of Courtney having internalized shame over their species will continue, if / when we get a season 3. Them not being a demon will not just ‘fix’ this issue; especially not when being a demon was what Courtney wanted.

However, all of these things; the intense desire for a place of belonging, the guilt they feel over whatever they did to get banished, the self-loathing stemming from internalized shame; are subjects all very much avoided by Courtney.

(“Pushed down”, if you will.)

When they begin to cry while describing their feelings of guilt, they seem completely unfamiliar with the sensation; demanding to know what is happening to their eyes, and if someone else has cast a spell on them.

Then, just the next scene, when prompted to open up more, Courtney completely shuts down, saying, “Nope, I’m closed. Shut down, out of service.”

We also can see this sort of shutting down to avoid painful subjects in scenes like the blowup with Norma, Barney and Pugsley, where we see Courtney putting up a front of anger.

We can see through their hesitance to leave, dialogue and body language that they want one of the others to reassure them, comfort them, say that they are wanted there. But they don’t directly ask for any of that. They just silently stick around, after having announced that they are going to leave, and hope for it.

And when they’re told that they aren’t welcome, Courtney tells the group that they had almost gotten them caught up in their human feelings and friendships, but it didn’t work.

They lie. And I don’t think that it’s for the others. Rather, it was for Courtney themselves; telling themselves that, rather than confront the pain of this rejection.

In summary:

Courtney is a character who so badly longs for a place they belong, but they can’t find that with demons or with angels. In the neutral plane, they feel the need to assimilate to cope with their internalized shame over their species. They feel an intense guilt over the unknown deed that got them banished, but they repress that; right along with their true self; so they can avoid the pain that comes with confronting it, or any of these negative feelings.

But maybe this repression is the exact reason why Courtney has been unable to find a place they feel like they belong in the first place.

I’m aware that this analysis has been lengthy, so thank you for sticking with me until the end! I find Courtney to be a very interesting character, and I really am looking forward to seeing how all of these themes are expanded upon in the season 3 that we, hopefully, will get. Knock on wood! ❤️

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🚗 How the Sakamaki Brothers drive hcs—

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Shu:

🚗 This asshole knows how to drive.

🚗 He just refuses to get his license because Reiji will send him out to do errands.

🚗 So, to avoid that and because he’s lazy, he just takes the limo.

🚗 But bear in mind that he does own a car, several actually.

🚗 He probably owns cars that do certain technical things on their own, so he doesn’t have to do much.

🚗 Such as cars that have automatic doors and backhatchs, and ones you can start with the push of a button rather than keys.

🚗 He just wouldn’t get a car that requires more work. If he sees convenience, he’s doing it. It’s the lazy ass in him.

🚗 Doesn’t go out much, it’s just when he’s tried everything at home and is now desperate for some quite.

🚗 Although he may know how to drive, he’s not exactly the most careful driver.

🚗 He’s pretty careless actually and doesn’t give a shit if he bumps/runs into things since Karl’s insurance will take care of the damages.

🚗 But if he just so happens to crash into one of Karl’s precious statues or buildings that he owns, he’s paying for it both in money and punishment.

🚗 So, he stears clear of shit Karl owns.

🚗 Accidentally reversed into the mansion’s foyer once since he was half asleep and accidentally stuck the gear shift into reverse instead of forward.

🚗 And you can imagine Reiji’s endless lecture after that lmao xDD.

🚗 His reaction would literally be this, whilst Laito is telling him to calm down like in the vid.

🚗 Parks like shit—like, the car's ass hangs slightly out of the parking space, making it difficult for others to park next to him. Kinda like this.

🚗 And most of the time, he parks like this to piss people off.

🚗 Has a habit of driving with one hand, two is just too tiresome.

🚗 He never checks his mirrors, so he doesn’t know what’s behind him.

Reiji:

🚗 Very professional and cautious when driving.

🚗 The guy looks like a chauffeur when he’s driving since he’s so precise.

🚗 Plus, he drives with his gloves and ALWAYS with both hands on the wheel.

🚗 The guy’s a stiff board when driving, like he’s not relaxed or placing his back against his seat.

🚗 Always checks the mirrors, gears, tire pressure and everything else before taking off.

🚗 If his brothers are riding with him, he always reminds them to put on their seat belts before he takes off and literally watches them put them on to make sure they actually do it.

🚗 Follows the law like it’s an oath.

🚗 Doesn’t allow talking when he’s driving.

🚗 Forbids anyone to drink or eat in his car, especially when he’s driving.

🚗 He was once driving his brothers somewhere and he accidentally ran the red, and they gave him such a hard time for it—until this very day even.

🚗 Although he follows the law to the T, he has a horrible habit of going a little slower than the speed limit.

🚗 He usually stays about 10 mph below the limit because he wants to have control of the car in case another driver ends up crashing ahread of him, that way he has time to stop or shift over into another lane to avoid the scene.

🚗 Once got a ticket for going too slow on the road and he debated with the officer for two hours.

🚗 One time Ayato pranked him by making him think that he was being pulled over by the cops by playing a fake siren noise with his phone.

🚗 Everyone was laughing but Rei was so worried he did something wrong.

And when he realized it was a prank he was so mad, he literally stopped the car and told him to get out.

🚗 Overall, Reiji's pretty confident when performing all different sorts of maneuvers, but he gets a little tense with any sort of parking because he believes it's got to be absolutely perfect and centered.

🚗 He literally brings a protractor and tape measure to ensure both sides of the car are parked at an equal distance from the white border lines.

🚗 Has only one car and treats it as if it were his child.

🚗 Brings it to the car wash every week and has it polished. He also has the interior cleaned and sterilized.

🚗 Reiji probably drives something like a black Lexus since it’s classy. He really doesn’t want any other car because he thinks it’ll be too flashy for him.

Laito:

🚗 He named his car after one of the women he slept with because it reminded him of her.

🚗 Plus, he probably had sex with her in a car, so that’s probably why lmao.

🚗 Laito probably drives something along the lines of a Mercedes-Benz C-Class Coupe since it’s flashy and luxurious.

🚗 Anyways, he’s pretty fluid driver.

🚗 He’s not tense and is actually super relaxed when driving.

🚗 Probably goes driving the most out of his brother to get out of the house.

🚗 Or really just to pick up girls.

🚗 But, he isn’t the greatest driver though.

🚗 Gets confused with turn signals.

🚗 So, he'll signal a right and then go left.

🚗 Has ran a few reds.

🚗 Has crossed the double lines

🚗 Is bad with direction. So, instead of a right on a red, he’ll do a left.

🚗 Has made out with a chick while driving.

🚗 Don't ask me how he did it.

🚗 His car has really heavy air freshener, like it almost makes anyone gag from how strong and concentrated it is.

🚗 He checks the mirrors before taking off, but not in a way you’d imagine.

🚗 He like fixes his hair, admires his complexion and compliments himself.

🚗 And if by chance Subaru’s with him, he’s definitely going to tell him off and to start the fucking car.

🚗 Likes to wear sunglasses when driving cuz he thinks he looks fashionable.

🚗 Never removes his fedora in the car.

🚗 Unless he wants to get rough ;)))

🚗 If by chance he’s driving and sees a hot chick, he’ll look back and get distracted enough to the point that he’ll crash into something.

🚗 Or if he’s at a stop sign and sees a chick a finds attractive and she looks his way, he’ll unbutton a few buttons on his shirt to ‘entertain’ her.

🚗 God wtf.

🚗 If Laito’s driving a girl somewhere, he angles the mirror to get a view of her chest or legs.

🚗 He's a mess when driving up or down slopes.

🚗 When driving up one, he steps on the gas so hard to ensure he makes it up because he doesn't fully trust the car.

🚗 When going down a hill, he gets pretty aggressive with the break because he's worried he'll lose control and bruise/wreck his face if he gets into an accident.

🚗 Oh and fun fact, he likes to keep lubricants and condoms on his front dash or where the middle glovebox/gear shift is.

🚗He wants got pulled over because he accidentally left his fog lights on. Although because the cop was female he thought he could convince her to let him off easy.

🚗 “Oh please, can’t we just make a deal?” He’d beg.

🚗 “Not a chance, princess.” The cop would say.

🚗 And no matter what, he ended up with a ticket.

Kanato:

🚗 At first, he didn’t want to learn how to drive. He thought it was pointless since the family’s chauffeur would take them anywhere they wanted to go, but Ayato and Laito convinced him to so he tried.

🚗 When he was first learning how to drive it was an adventure.

🚗 Ayato and Laito were in the car with him and were teaching him the basics, such as where the accelerator and brake pedals were, what the letters on the gear shift stood for, etc.

And the time finally came when Kanato had to actually drive and put what he learned into practice.

🚗 And this is where things got crazy.

🚗 The three of them brought the car over to a dry, vacant field attached to the manor so Kanato could practice using the accelerator and brake pedals.

🚗 He started the car and Ayato told him to go, so Kanato put the car in drive and floored it.

🚗 He ended up taking off really fast and Ayato and Laito were yelling at him to stop, but because this was his first time driving, he was getting the pedals mixed up.

🚗 So instead of hitting the brake pedal, he kept flooring the accelerator, which only led them to go faster and faster. They were practically screaming their heads off for him to stop.

🚗 “Brother, please! Are you trying to k!ll us?!” Laito would scream.

🚗 “Stop the car, you idiot!” Ayato would hiss.

🚗 “I can’t!” Kanato would shout.

🚗 Unfortunately, they eventually ended up crashing into a tree in the field.

🚗 And tbh, it was probably the only thing that could’ve stopped him.

🚗 And to make matters worse, the car they crashed was Reiji’s xDD.

🚗 And when Reiji found out, he was hysteric and the lecturing went on for a month after that incident.

🚗 After the accident, Kanato swore he would never attempt to drive again, but with Ayato and Laito taunting him about it enough and giving him the idea that he could pick up and drive chicks around, it sparked his interest to give driving another shot.

🚗 So, he began practicing again and he eventually got the hang of it.

🚗 And when this happened, he saved up and bought himself a car. Probably something compact like an antique Fiat 500.

🚗 And because Ayato and Laito were the ones that convinced him to learn how to drive in the first place, he figured he’d show them his new car.

🚗 “Well, here it is.” He’d say, motioning towards the car. “So, I want to know your opinions. What do you think of it?”

🚗 “Oh, brother, it’s so cute.” Laito would comment. “It’s small like you.”

🚗 And this led to a never ending argument that Ayato attempted to break up, but ended up getting solved because Reiji stepped outside because of their yelling.

🚗 Laito, Ayato and Subaru give him a hard time about his height and tease him about moving the seat forward a bit more, or having books for him to sit on so he can see.

🚗 The passager seat is only for Teddy. Subaru once made the mistake of sitting there and he yelled at him for it.

🚗 Kanato’s really tense when he drives. Like, there’s no relaxation since he’s easily vexed.

🚗 Road rage all the way.

🚗 Some guy cut him off once and he just lost it.

🚗 Which led him to honk the horn, flip the bird and roll down the window to tell the guy off.

🚗 Kanato can’t parallel park, it’s daunting and requires a lot of patience, something he doesn’t have.

🚗 He’s outrun the cops several times to avoid getting a ticket, and because he still has a lead-heavy foot from his early driving days, it comes all too easy to him to escape them.

Ayato:

🚗 Retook the drivers test 100 times before he got his license and even then, he barely passed.

🚗 He’s honestly no good at driving.

🚗 Because of his reckless driving, Karl doesn't allow him to have a good car.

🚗 He did once, but Ayato ended up ruining the car for a stupid reason so Karl figured it just wasn't worth getting him another one since he'd just repeat history.

🚗 He used to own a sports car, but now he just drives a small Saturn.

🚗 Puts tacky stickers on his car and you can bet he plastered one that says 'ore-sama is the best' on the back window.

🚗 Put hydraulics on his car so he can lift the front end up and down to show off.

🚗 He also put really flashy rims on the tires and it just doesn't match the paint job or the style of the car.

🚗 Bumps into everything and then drives off so he doesn’t get the blame.

🚗 So, apparently it’s canon that the Mukamis live across from the Sakamakis (but yards and yards away), and Ayato once crashed into their front gate and quickly took off with out a freakin’ word because remember, he doesn’t want to get the blame.

🚗 When Mukamis investigated the broken gate, they were just puzzled and questioned who could’ve done it.

🚗 Yuma instantly wanted to blame the Sakamakis but Ruki said he couldn’t because they didn’t have evidence.

🚗 So then, he moved onto another possibility.

🚗 “Oh my god, who would do this?” Kou would question, looking at the gate.

🚗 “Obviously the people who don’t like your music—that’s who!” Yuma would retort.

🚗 And you can best bet, the bickering between those two didn’t end for a while. xDD

🚗 Ayato has tried to break speeding records.

🚗 But with this, he’s gotten caught for speeding and has received various tickets in the past.

🚗 Even for other fouls too, such as parking and driving on the wrong side of the road.

🚗 Has received the most tickets out of his brothers, and possibly had his license revoked once.

🚗 Has tried to drive with his feet.

🚗 Like Laito, he likes to drive with his sunglasses on.

🚗 Gets confused with alternating one foot between the accelerator and brake, which is one of the main reasons why he ends up crashing.

🚗 Oh, and he drives with no shoes on.

🚗 Likes to race people—like, if he senses that someone is trying to show off, he’ll do the same and try to race them.

🚗 He has even raced the Mukamis since they were side by side on the road once and he just felt the need to show off.

🚗 Ruki was driving and he didn’t mind this little competition. He actually found it amusing.

🚗 But it was short lived because Ayato ended up getting careless and crashed.

🚗 His car is disgusting on the inside, it smells like something died in there. There’s just a bunch of trash in his car—from candy wrappers, empty bags of chips, melted chocolate on the seats, don’t ask about the last one.

🚗 Since he likes to break records and troll people, he thought it would be clever to drive in his bat form once.

🚗 This way he’d throw off everyone who was driving on the road alongside him.

🚗 People would turn their heads to find a bat steering the wheel.

🚗 It got so bad it went on the news and Reiji was waiting for him to get back and wondered why he was so late.

🚗 It wasn’t until he asked everyone in the living room why he was late that Shu pointed out that he was making history.

🚗 “Where on earth is Ayato? He’s supposed to be on time for our family dinner party.”

🚗 Shu would point to the TV and say, “Oh, you don’t know? He’s busy being on channel five.”

🚗 This made Reiji shocked and also very disappointed. He watched the TV with his arms crossed. “That incompentent fool is blowing our cover! Just think what will happen if father sees this?! That footage must be deleted at once!”

Subaru:

🚗 Is the best driver out of all his brothers.

🚗 He knows how to do every driving manuver, but is sorta rough while doing them.

🚗 He’s reckless, but the guy never hits people when he drives, others hit him.

🚗 Which sends him into overdrive since he doesn’t like the idea of ppl fucking up his car.

🚗 Has multiple cars and treats them like they’re his babies. He mostly owns vintage cars. Like a 1965 Black Falcon with a convertible top for example.

🚗 The most vintage car he owns is probably a 1957 Chevy Bel Air Coupe.

🚗 He even owns a few motorcycles. Probably a few Harley Davidson ones.

🚗 Has the most vehicles out of his brothers since he likes to drive. It's also because he likes to work on them.

🚗 Rejet make mechanic!Subaru canon plz.

🚗 Spends a lot of time polishing them too.

🚗 One time, Ayato leaned on one of his cars and he was getting pretty antsy about it.

🚗 The triplets are always teasing Subaru about buying an actual Subaru and he gets ticked every time.

🚗 Has a soft spot for one of his cars and secretly named it after a girl.

🚗 Keeps a flask of alcohol under the driver’s seat.

🚗 He’s a good driver but he will cut people off if he deems it necessary. It’s his version of saying fuck you on the road.

🚗 Has definitely flipped people off on the road when they’ve pissed him off.

🚗 Has gotten a few speeding tickets from time to time.

🚗 He switches lanes to get somewhere faster, and ends up getting honked at for it.

🚗 An impatient driver, the guy’s always yelling and cursing at people to move.

🚗 Keeps a lace garter from a girl he once knew decades ago in the glove box of one of his cars as a secret souvenir.

🚗 Laito once found it and teased him endlessly about it.

🚗 "Ooh, what's this? Is my little brother getting some lately? Care to spare some details?"

🚗 “Tch! I ain’t tellin’ you shit. Fuckin’ perv.” Subaru would retort.

🚗 Kou once bumped into his car and let’s just say Subaru wasn’t happy about it, especially because it was Kou out of all people.

🚗 “Aw, what a coincidence?” Kou would say. “Didn’t think I’d be bumping into you today out of all people.”

🚗 “Tch!”

🚗 Kou would of course try to weasel his way out of paying for the damages and attempt to strike a deal with Subaru. “Well, accidents happen. Say, how about we make a deal? How about we-,”

🚗 “No! You hit it, you’re paying for it, asshole!” Subaru would hiss.

🚗 Remember, don’t hit his precious cars.

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swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual · 3 months

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wait PLEASE tell us the professor firing story im so curious

Oh man. I’d like to preface this as something I’m not… one hundred percent proud of. Or at least, not something I brag about. I’m not sad or upset that I did it, and not sure if I’d have changed anything had I the chance. The man did deserve it. But here’s the entirely too long story.

(If you see typos or other weirdness, no you don’t.)

Imagine this—it’s 2018, it’s almost your last semester of community college. It’s spring semester, it’s cold, and you just got told that for the first time, your psychology class is NOT going to be under your favorite professor (not because he quit, he just didn’t teach this one). So, you’ve already had a full day of classes. It’s your last class of the day, it’s around noon to early afternoon, and you’ve actually had lectures in this classroom before.

You go in. Some chatting students, you choose a seat in the second row, kind of far from the door but those were already taken. Time passes.

Then suddenly, dread. That gut feeling that you absolutely should leave, right now, no matter what.

A man has just walked in.

We’ll call him Stanley, because that was his fucking name, Stanley…. Hawk. I’m not protecting his name because I care, but to keep myself and my classmates more anonymous.

That was my honest to goodness first reaction to this man. We had never met. And all I could think was “PLEASE tell me this isn’t the professor”.

He was, in fact, the social psychology professor.

From the first class, there are a number of red flags. He locks the door, ‘for safety’, despite that door actually being quite close to an exit-only door. He insists we MUST email him if we are to miss class—not in an ‘inform him’ way, by how he phrased it. If he could have said that we required his permission, he would have, and he was just short of that statement. He’s kinda weird about letting us out for bathroom breaks too. And he just seems… off. And the way he wants us to contact him is NOT through email. No, he hands us business cards and asks us to CALL HIM. Anyone who has had a college class will tell you—that’s EXTREMELY fucking weird.

Still, we power through. Because maybe the gut instinct was wrong, maybe he’s just strict.

AHAHAHAHA.

No.

Throughout the months I had him, he:

-Repeated the same lessons multiple times (don’t talk to me about the prison experiment I will SCREAM).

-Mostly call on one particular non-white guy

-Not ever get this one woman’s name right, probably because she was South American. Her name wasn’t hard, it was like- Marianna, and he’d like, call her Mary-Anne or other mispronunciations

-Get MY name right despite it being more difficult, though it still took him a few times. Either cause I’m White American or because my sister worked front desk, I’m not sure

-Mispronounced most of the women’s names at least once, even easy ones—he did not do this with any of the men

-(To my knowledge, the only genderqueer person was me, and I wasn’t public about it, and CERTAINLY wasn’t telling HIM that)

-Otherwise would talk wrestling with one guy who sat behind me. During class.

-Often went on tangents unrelated to the topic

-Claimed that he would take all the confederate statues and have them in his yard, proudly. He mentioned this at LEAST three times.

-Always mentioned that some of his grandkids were adopted Asian kids but was like… weird about it, genuinely not sure how to describe it

-Once went on an entire, unprompted safety lecture, saying to “you girls” (again, college, ‘girls’ isn’t the exact term I’d use) that we should make sure to immediately lock our car doors because we always “spend time getting all settled in when you drive, with your phones and purses and makeup”. He did not say the same to the “boys”, and also—I felt more unsafe that HE’D do something than anyone else

-Semi-often bemoaned the fact he couldn’t just hug students because of policy, that he couldn’t touch them even as a friendly pat on the shoulder because they might go to the college board. No, I’m not kidding. He actually said this sort of thing. I WONDER WHY THE STUDENTS DON’T WANT YOU TOUCHING THEM.

One of the worst incidents, he mishandled our test times, saying it was due at 12 midnight (online testing). I go to do it at about 2 pm… it’s closed. It’s Friday. I email him multiple times. I had to email the DEAN OF THE DEPARTMENT to get him to even answer. Said he ‘messed up’ and that it accidentally was put at 12 noon. He then tried to blame me alone, except no—another student (we’ll say… Alexis) ALSO had the same issue. He then said next time to call him. I don’t think I said anything, but I always did assignments before 12 noon so that there would not be a ‘next time’.

Then, one day, he had us list out twenty traits. Or like, things we like to do. Something to that effect. It was personal, is the main thing.

And then share that with the class.

It felt extremely elementary, we were almost through with the school semester, and I had learned nothing. I didn’t like this teacher, he kept fumbling, and that gut feeling just kept coming back. The anxiety I felt every time he locked the door.

And I remembered a post going around, about how we are not obligated to share things we don’t want to, especially in a classroom.

So, as I take my turn, I list out some generic things about likes and dislikes.

And I say something to the tune of, “I don’t like sharing with an entire class of almost strangers about myself when I don’t even know them.”

Several people start to talk in agreement, but I just keep reading my other statements. Because no, now is not the time. We have PLANNING to do.

Sure enough, I get two main allies from this. One Alexis, who was the student that also didn’t take the test. Another is a student who had been challenging him the entire semester- we’ll call her Sarah. She’d unlock the door pretty much any time Stephen Fucking Hawk wasn’t paying attention. Sarah is the one who approached me, so while I may have been a bit of a… not quite figurehead of this because of my earlier stunt(s), Sarah is the real mastermind here.

That said, I’m not sure if we’d have come together as such had I not done that little stand up for myself in class. A stand up that was inspired by a TUMBLR POST. Like, directly inspired. Before that point, I had thought that there’s no WAY this happens, that professors expect an airing of grievances in class, to virtual strangers. Jokes on me, but continuing on.

Sarah and I start airing our grievances, and we realize we’re actually in the same sociology class as well as being in the same social psychology class (yes, I got them confused, no, I never fully got UNconfused, because while Mrs. H was a fairly good sociology teacher, Stanley Fucking Hawk was not a good social psychology teacher). We decide—next class period, after the lesson was done. we’ll talk to her. Alexis isn’t in the class, but she promises to come in straight after her other class to help.

Poor Mrs. H looked so overwhelmed.

Especially when people we hadn’t EVEN MET started chiming in about stuff we didn’t even know about. Apparently, he talked about sex things in class before? Anyways.

She promised to talk with some of the higher ups. We continued on. We had like, other priorities.

About a few days later, Stephen Fucking Hawk is called to a meeting with the Dean. I know this, because he appeared briefly to give us a worksheet to work on for half an hour until he got back. Again, ask any college student—it’s weird that this was done during class time. Or that class wasn’t called off for the day.

I decided, yeah, fuck this, do the ten billionth really dumb worksheet for this prof (also a repeat, I think, which was not a new thing with him), and in half an hour I’m leaving. My baby niece was just born. Also, no, I was not emailing him for permission. This was not a job, he was not my boss, and I’d had enough of him. Not like he checked them ANYWAYS, as proven before.

He returned, a bit late and a little frazzled. I go to turn in my worksheet and leave.

He tried to stop me, trying to cite his little attendance policy. I honest to goodness think he’d have grabbed my wrist had he been allowed, or possibly if I hadn’t dodged.

I DO remember snapping at him that I WAS leaving, I’m ALLOWED to make that choice, and I was GOING to go see my niece.

I was also in martial arts at the time. So there’s a good chance he recognized that I could and WOULD sock him in the face if he tried something.

I left. He never looked at me for long ever again. Not that he usually did—chronic bitch face worked WONDERS, and I’m understanding why so many people, women in particular, might have gotten this trait.

After that, things are… average. There was still a few weeks, about a month, left still. We figure that if anything did happen, it’ll be after exams. That’s fine. So long as something is done. Naturally, we’re kept in the dark.

Then we get our course and professor evals. Basically, papers we were given in class to grade the class and the professor, with a small section at the end to write out any additional comments. You could add more paper to that section if you wanted to.

These were normal and mandatory in this college.

Y’all. People BROUGHT extra paper to class. I’m pretty sure Sarah wrote out five pages alone. Keep in mind, getting the usual comment section filled out at ALL was either optional or rarely exceeded the small space.

I think I only used one or two extra sheets, I DO recall filling a page both front and back. But keep in mind—I have somewhat small handwriting.

I savor the panic on that man’s eyes as he saw that people just. Kept. Writing. An exercise that usually took ten minutes and was technically anonymous (students had to handle the paperwork, both giving it out, taking them back, and turning it in at the front desk) took at least twice that.

Anyways, the next couple of classes were… well. Subdued on his end. Less tangents. He’s still not a good teacher, but none of use are actually paying attention.

We then get the news—he isn’t returning next semester.

There wasn’t a cheer, but Sarah and Alexis and a few other people in the class Share Looks. He doesn’t mention why, but We Knew.

Fun bonus fact about my college—like most schools, there’s a set amount of days per class you can miss without a cause, about two weeks. Since many exams were online, the popular trend—and professors knew and adjusted to this—was that students who hadn’t missed their earlier days would just not be in class the last couple of weeks. They’d show up to an in-person exam, if needed, but those last couple of weeks were usually exam prep and damn near an option for most classes.

I had to go to one class of his during the two week period because I missed a day, and half of everyone was gone.

After that day, I did not return to that class.

I got an A in that class despite knowing JACK about social psychology, and Stephen Fucking Hawk was gone from the staff directory from them on.

And that’s how a tumblr post helped me get a man fired, kind of.

#the professor story #ask me anything #I feel like I’ve told bits of this story before but ayyy it’s fine #I honestly probably forgot more of the bullshit this man pulled #I remember consciously choosing to wear very baggy and nonrevealing clothes #which. I mean my style wasn’t very revealing either #but I actively avoided dresses and skirts and anything that defined a waistline or my chest

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ravenwitch45 · 1 year

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What are some personal hcs you have about Verosika and the background succubi gang?

I actually did something essentially like this a while back, before Ozzie's I think so some stuff is off but hey, that's fine with me

But I'm good giving a few more, Hope you like them.

Some Random Mayday Crew Headcanons

They all know how to do hair and make up really well, it's kinda a given in their profession while also knowing how to wear some really complex stuff. Verosika is of course the best at all of this tho and taught most of them.

When there traveling, they like to rent rooms close to one another or just a suite for them all to stay in, as they often borrow stuff from eachother.

Speaking of that, Vortex only loosely owns his own wardrobe as people often just borrow his shirts cause they just swaddle any of the crew that is not him, hell two succubi can fit in some of his sweaters so they love it, and while he allows it, he's certainly going to tease a little.

Aside from Verosika none them really like very formal clothing, which kinda forces her to wrangle the whole crew into fitting clothing if they have a formal event they have to go to.

All of the succubi have had to go on stage at some point, either Verosika isn't feeling up to it, or the act is a duet or simalirly requires multiple performers. They all really enjoy it for the most part, heck they've even dragged Vortex on stage so everyone's included sometimes.

They all genuinely care about eachother, like one big family, a lot like I.M.P just no one really wants to state it.

All the succubi can fly, though that doesn't mean all of them should XP

Anytime they have to go back to the office space, they all just mind their own buisness despite the constant drama that goes on across the hall, though a good few can't resist laughing at some of the stuff they hear going on.

Aside from Verosika, there all terrified of Millie after the whole fish thing, lowkey they were all silent when they saw her storm into the office after running into Chaz, they ain't getting mixed up in that.

Some of the crew, like Vortex, Ace, Josh etc have apoligized for the whole Ozzie's thing to Blitz, M&M. There nice people generally, just while they think Verosika went a bit far, they don't want to fight with her.

Okay, hope you enjoyed those, been a bit since I wrote these guys but there still cool I think.

#ask reply #helluva boss #verosika mayday #helluva vortex #helluva josh #helluva coco #helluva apple #helluva kat #helluva kiki #helluva milky #helluva ace #mayday crew #helluva boss headcanons

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authormeat · 9 months

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In Depth Relationship Of Ghost Boy & The Trapper

-> Overview

The Trapper (A.K.A The Jailor) An immortal soldier who is in a contract with Slenderman. She is to obey every instruction given to her from those in higher power no matter how outlandish it is.

Ghost Boy (A.K.A The Debt Collector) A stalking ghost sheet who preys upon those that break their contracts and don't keep up with their ends of the bargains. He is also The Trapper's Boss.

-> Introduction (Click for more!!!!)

Slenderman introduced Ghost Boy to The Trapper when the Eldridge being decided he was able to hold his own and stand for himself.

He had been lead into the deep marsh of Florida and found the cabin which held the Cannibal.

Immediately he was given bad vibes considering the fact he saw a multitude of vicious traps in the area.

And a fake friendly face was shown as the door open, which dropped when he pulled out the letter.

Even let inside as she read through.

Her mood changed drastically as she complained about their power dynamic.

It didn't take long for her to get violent, then find out she couldn't even touch him which just pissed her off more.

The two were going to have a rough relationship.

-> Early Stages

Regardless of whether The Trapper hated him or not she still had to follow orders.

Ghost Boy finds it very inconvenient having to travel all the way down to Florida every time he needed to meet with her.

It's a good think portal keys exist, or else he may have never met her in the first place.

Her attitude toward him is no less than annoyance and brutish.

She insults him every chance she can get.

In turn he tells her to die.

Toxic in nature both of them are incredibly proficient in tasks when work is split up evenly. Ghost Boy's nature to chase and find and The Trapper's ability to Jail any victim in a labyrinth of swamp allows the two to be a deadly combo.

It is not often The Trapper leaves Florida, but in the rare case she is needed for such things Ghost Boy can at least rely on the fact she does do her job.

Any request and Any order. He secretly thrives in the fact he has power over her.

Because why should he treat someone who is so cruel to others with any respect?

-> Later Stages

He barely respects her, actually he might even respect her LESS then he did when they didn't know each other.

She's not as mad to be bossed around by him anymore.

She actually finds is slightly amusing since she has found loopholes in all these demands.

Every time he's over to discuss she tries to grab him.

He now exclusively wears his sheet when visiting her.

He gets headaches every time he visits due to all the smells mixing in her cabin and her loud voice.

She at least offers sweet tea when they're scheduling out their work. She also has to reassure him she would never put blood in sweet tea.

Makes it bitter.

The Trapper travels more when required, but she's still a complainer.

Ghost Boy refuses every meal she tries to give him, she gave up on trying to open his heart with food and instead just stays semi-professional.

Her mood of him is indifferent. She isn't going to mend the relationship since neither are interested and she has better things to do than play house with a child who burned down his family home.

-> Currently

The two of them are at the very least on neutral ground.

Neither know the other beyond what they need to and don't want to dive deeper.

Ghost Boy at this point is unbothered by her chaotic nature and learned to take aspirin before meeting her.

However, he tends to avoid her at all costs when Teeth Guy is also there.

The two are a migraine.

The Trapper will sometimes use Teeth Guy as a barrier to keep work away for as long as possible. A Ghost Repellent.

He still is very annoyed with the fact she kills a lot of the targets she's just supposed to be watching over.

However as long as the forest is fed it shouldn't matter.

They hate each other and they both know it.

Exploiting their power dynamics in different ways.

They are unhealthy to be together but are required to do so since Slenderman finds them to be a net positive.

There has been a couple close calls, when The Trapper had Ghost Boy held at true gun point. She never pulled the trigger because he commanded her to turn it upon herself.

There are gaps when neither would see each other. Months at a time.

Suppose it should stay that way. Unless Ghost Boy wants to be on plate and The Trapper wants to lose her immortality.

All's well that ends well.

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #ghost boy #the trapper #relationship dynamics #oc dynamics

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