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murdrdocs · 1 year

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you should totally write another enemies to lovers w ethan but like fem!reader and him get paired into a project we’re they have to take care of an egg together as if it were a baby? (like those cheesy movies LMFAO) and maybe they constantly argue about it and even try to convince their teacher to get paired into different groups but they’re forced to work together. then one night, reader has been taking care of the egg all day, she decides to go to ethan’s apartment but as soon as she leaves her apartment building she gets a call from ethan!gf (to mess w her) and at that point she’s just running to ethan’s apartment and yeah you can do the rest.

description. you're paired with ethan landry for a silly, 2000s-esque 'baby project', forced to reckon with the troubles of parenthood, and your inconsiderate feelings towards the brown haired boy.

includes. GN!reader, allusions to sex but no smut, reader curses a lot, chad's here :D

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: im so sorry it took me so long to write this but its here now :) also i changed this a bit just bc here we have the fake babies that cry and stuff and it adds drama yk and this was not supposed to be this long but enjoy nonetheless (also x2 this isn't proofread at all and it's written like an extended blurb)

anytime you said your life "was a movie" you were never serious. which is because before ending up in this class, life for you was nothing but usual teenage and young adult endeavors; parties, hanging out, spending entirely too much money.

but now, your life literally is a movie. an early 2000s movie that the production shouldn't have greenlit because it desperately flopped in the theatres and digital release, only to become a cult classic 20 years later.

however, you're stuck in that flopping at box office point, coming in the form of being assigned a project where you had to take care of an egg, then a fake baby, in a class you shouldn't have been in in the first place, and being paired with ethan landry out of all people.

you don't have anything against ethan per se, but you don't like him either. on a scale of dislike, neutral, and like, you're in the lower end of neutral with your feelings towards ethan.

he wasn't a horrible guy, but he just reminded you of the guys back home. the ones that were always unnecessarily rude and help "opinions" that were really just hate speech waiting to be turned into hate crimes. and sure, he hadn't done anything in particular to be compared to those people, but you're better off being safe than sorry.

you're sitting across from him now, a brown egg sitting between you two, and your eyes switching from glaring at the egg to glaring at ethan.

"so ... how do you wanna do the schedule?" ethan asks, fiddling with the sticker on his smoothie cup.

your glare intensifies and you sit back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. "i want you to know that i don't wanna do this with you."

ethan looks slightly shocked by your blunt statement, which infuriates you more. and then he says, "...okay?" like he doesn't care. asshole.

you decide to be the bigger person, taking a deep breath before you continue speaking. "okay."

it's silent for a few moments. "now that we have that cleared up, how do you wanna do the schedule?"

you and ethan decide on who should take care of the egg-baby for the first week, until you upgrade to a fake baby. that night when you go home, you send an email that is a mix between begging and demanding your professor to switch your partner.

the week was fine. it could've been better if your professor switched your partner, and if you didn't have to communicate with ethan landry more than you would have ever wanted to. but apparently, people can't always get what they want.

by the first class the following week, 3 groups have broken their egg and failed the first half of the assignment. you sit and listen to your professor lecture each and every one of you about the importance of good child care, and how taking care of the egg was the easy part. as she hands out doll babies in a carrier, and understand how lifelike the not-toy is, you start to realize just how much harder this is going to be.

"who would've known blackmore had this sort of money." chad marvels at the doll in the stroller. he has his hands on his bent knees, his brown eyes shifting to notice every detail about the doll in the stroller.

"it fucking knows how much time each of us spends with it, chad," you complain through a mouthful of burrito bowl contents. you have a little time alone since ethan had class, so you took the time to take yourself, and amelia/janice (you and ethan couldn't agree on a name) to the dining hall for lunch with chad.

"just spend time with ethan. i do it everyday."

your eyes roll so hard that you have to pause and hold a hand to your head. "easier said than done."

chad laughs a bit, sitting down in the seat across from you once again and starting to dig into his own burrito bowl.

"what's your problem with him anyway?"

"oh don't even get me started–" but he did get you started. you detail all of the things that deems ethan to be insufferable in your eyes. his abercrombie model body, his nerdy persona, his "well actually" moments, his need to correct everyone, the way he seems like he actually hates tara and sam, his not-so-subtle superiority complex. chad stops you whenever you start to mention his hair.

"just sounds to me like you're hiding your true feelings behind anger."

you don't have a response, instead opting to check your email to see your professor sending a third denial to switch partners.

you're thinking of a way you can convince her whenever ethan texts you.

'my shift? '

"gotta go," you tell chad, sliding him your tray to dispose of with a grin, feeding him an excuse about being a "busy parent now" whenever he tries to argue.

okay, truth be told, ethan landry wasn't that bad. he offered to take up shifts whenever you even alluded to being stressed about other things, he offered to buy you meals in return for watching amelia/janice for an extra half hour. he seemed like he both cared about passing this project, and you.

"just so you know, i also tried to switch partners," ethan admits with just a hint of shame in his voice, and a light pink tint to his cheeks. but you don't know if that's from his confession or the alcohol in his system.

it's the end to another grueling week taking care of amelia (ethan let janice go) and you decided to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine. you were feeling oddly good that whole week, so whenever ethan came over to drop amelia off, you invited him in for a drink.

which turned into two. which turned into a late night kitchen makeout session.

the alcohol was obviously hindering your thinking abilities because not only were you pressing ethan landry back against your counter with your body and letting his hands roam all over your figure while he kissed you, you also pulled back and stared at him wildly to ask, "wait, amelia's down for the night right?"

ethan smiles big, playing along, "yeah, she's down for the night".

his hands find the end of your shirt and the slide underneath to feel the warmth of your skin. your room was occupied by your daughter, but your roommates were out for the night and the couch was available.

you let ethan lead you there and decide that yeah, ethan landry isn't that bad.

this, is the climactic point in the film. it's so cliché that you can predict the next moments, and you don't like them.

you were walking from your apartment to ethan's, preparing to drop amelia off for ethan to take care of now that he was out of econ. you've done this same walk safely many times before, so you weren't worried about yourself at all. you had your headphones on, playing music at a low volume just in case, and there were only a few minutes left in your walk. when your phone rang, you didn't think much of it. you answered it without checking your phone, a chirpy "hello?" being your greeting.

the voice on the other hand was unrecognizable. "hello." he said it like a statement, not a question, as if he had an upper hand.

"who is this?"

"i'm ... an admirer."

a chill runs through your body and you quicken your pace. "okay? what's your name?" you're looking around, searching for people on the street to witness something just in case. but there's only 2 to 3 people walking at this late hour. what are the fucking odds.

"i go by many names. some people call me the boogey man, others their worst nightmare." he speaks slowly, methodically, with a smooth tone, a direct contrast from the fast shakiness in your voice.

"oh, yeah? why do they call you that?"

"because ... i'm known for gutting people like a fish."

you don't say anything, going to reach for your phone and hangup instead. which, you do. you hand shakes as you go to call ethan instead, but before you can click on his contact you're getting a call from him.

"ethan? thank god, i was just about to call you. some fucking weirdo called me and he was freaking me the fuck out but i'm almost at your pla–"

"you think i'm a weirdo?" the same voice.

you glance down at ethan's contact, blinking, making sure you didn't read it wrong. but it's right.

"... ethan?" you ask softly, your heart thudding intensely behind your chest.

"yes?"

"is that you?"

"uh-huh."

fucking asshole.

"you fucking asshole." the entrance to ethan's apartment building is in sight now, as is the boy himself, standing in front of the building with his phone held in one hand, and a white object in the other. the closer you get, the bigger his smile gets, and the narrower your glare gets.

you stop in front of him, shoving the stroller into his foot and pushing at his chest for good measure. "you fucking asshole!" you repeat, as if he hadn't heard you the first time.

ethan laughs, he cackles, like he just told the best joke in history. the dial tone of ethan ending the call is barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears.

"c'mon, babe," ethan tilts his head as he pockets his phone and the white object. his hands reach for you, and you flinch away the first time, but the second time you let him rest his hands on your waist and pull you into him. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"i fucking hate you." there's no bite behind your bark.

"yet you decided to have a baby with me."

stupid fucking assignment.

#ethansworld!#ethan landry x reader #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 #celeste writes scrream #celeste writes scream

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my-castles-crumbling · 8 days

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Ok cas you can tell this has been a rough few days since I’ve sent you like 3 messages, Swiftie anon, btw. so my parents want my brother to switch roommates, which he obviously doesn’t want to do, they’re friends and apparently there’s a non-binary/gemderfluid person in the room. The building is set up so everyone has their own rooms, but 4 people share like a bathroom and living space. I think the building is co-ed, but they don’t share dormitories, idk tho My parents didn’t know until yesterday, and they got so mad. My mom said “I can tell you (deadname) is a boy, no matter how many hormones or surgeries he will always be a boy.” And a bit later when my brother wouldn’t respond, bc then yelling at you is paralyzing, my mom said “why do you want to room with him? He’s a girl, he wants to be a girl” so hypocritical And my dad kept edging him, like “why is it so important that you share a room with your friend” when before they were like having a roommate be someone you know is important. And then my mom said “I would argue that you don’t really know (deadname). Did you know he was trans when you met him?” It was so bad, and they were talking in like really low, gravely voices, and there was like a pit in my stomach, the entire time. We left, after my parents started arguing, and mom told my dad that she was tired of enforcing things. And then my dad came over to my brothers room cussed him out, and told him to write an email requesting a room change. And my brother doesn’t want to, he’s an introvert, he has anxiety, and the only friend that’s going to college with him is his trans friend. My brother still said no, and I already said I would, and my parents got mad saying that they’re family, and he should care about disappointing the more than his friends. And idk what the fuck to do, my parents where and that this happened without their permission, my brother isn’t 18 yet , he turns 18 in August. They said they might unenroll him. And it isn’t fair, this should be about how comfortable my brother is with his school. After, my brother said it’ll be okay, and I’m sorry. It’s not he’s fault, he’s done so much for me and I hate to see him like this. And idk how it’ll be okay , no one can help, and now I have to go to church, every week, and I’ll hate it, ik I will all those people talking about love and shit are probably bigots. I can’t write as much from now on bc I get my phone taken as soon as I get home, and I wrote this on the walk home.

as for the discord thing, I have to send an app request, I tried getting it but I can’t. And I do have another anon, so try and guess who it is. bye have a good day night.

Hi hon!

TW: transphobia

So…I’m gonna say I doubt your parents will unenroll your brother. It sounds like they’re the type to value college a LOT.

As far as what you can do…unfortunately, all you can do is support your brother. Remind him you care and that you support his choices. You can’t change your parents minds and it sounds like you’ll be unsafe in trying to do so.

As far as your third anon…god, I’m terrible at guessing. Is it youngest sibling? I don’t have my computer with me rn so I can’t check my spreadsheet to see if that matches up lol.

#asks #ask #ask cas #swiftie anon #tw: transphobia

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ilydeku · 2 years

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flufftober except it gets progressivley later bc i'm busy - no.1

ceo deku things

- It's the way he's so into his work, dedicated to finishing it up days before their deadlines. What a workaholic. But as his secretary, it's your duty to assist. Not only are you there to manage databases and arrange appointments for him, you're there to support him and help him learn to take a break for himself once and a while. Though you can't but admire his concentration, sitting behind his large desk and typing away at his computer.

"Uhm excuse me, Mr. Midoriya." You stand idle next to his desk, piled with folders and other work material. He continues typing at his computer, too absorbed to notice your presence. "Mr. Midoriya." You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, which almost startles him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Miss Y/n!" He turns his rolling chair towards you, now giving you his full attention. "Did you need something?" His hands are crossed on his lap, eyes gazing up at you.

"No sir. I just think it would be wise for you to take a break as of now. Staring at the screen for so long isn't good for the eyes. You should go outside for a walk maybe. Get some fresh air." Your hands and crossed loosely in front of you. Deku smiles.

"You're right, Miss Y/n. I'll be taking a break now." He stands up from his chair and heads for the door. As he's about to exit, he stops at the doorway and turns his head to you. "...a walk you said...Would you care to join me then? On a walk I mean."

"Oh. I'd love to, sir. Really I would, but.." You gaze shifts down to the paperwork on your desk.

"No, don't worry about that. Just...come with me."

- Ok but the way Deku sends business is emails is oddly...attractive? The way the sentences are constructed so professionally, the ranges of vocabulary. What's funny is that the same way he emails higher-ups is the same way he texts, sending a paragraph on something much less needed.

Izuku: Miss Y/n,

What are your thoughts between polyester suits and cotton suits? I am currently looking forward to purchase one for the upcoming presentation. Cotton suits may go swimmingly for the nice feel, but the material may not be so strong as the so said polyester. I'm afraid it would me unmatched against my laundry machines. Polyester is unbearable to wear for me, especially in suits. There is no breathability in the fabric, the unnatural chemicals are not made for constant skin contact. Though polyester lacks in comfort, it makes up in its designated design. I find myself struggling between the two. Do you mind as to giving your personal input for which I should purchase?

Thank you,

Izuku Midoriya

Y/n: what sir 💀

Intelligence is awfully attractive ain't it.

- Deku has always been easy on the eyes, not like the other top ranking corporates you've met at occasional at meetings. It does good on his part, easily winning the hearts and okays of collaborators. Though it does make you a bit jealous though, seeing them all head over heels around him. But that doesn't stop you from asserting yourself.

"Excuse me ladies. We're in the middle of something important here. Please pay close attention." You say taking their ogling stares off of Deku. They go back to chatting about the forms in front of them. He smiles, resting a gentle hand on your back. You tense up as he leans down to your ear, thinking he was going to tell you to come to his office after. Thinking he was going to lecture you later about not interfering with his presentation, but it something completely different.

"Don't worry, Miss Y/n. They won't do anything scandalous when you're around me." Deku says in a low whisper. You can't help but feel embarrassed with how close he is to you.

"Sorry, Mr. Midoriya. I- What?" It took a minute. for his sentence to register. "Can I ask why, sir?" At that moment he takes your hands in his and faces you towards him. You feel your face heat up as he holds them close to his chest.

"I told them that we're together." He smiles again, gazing down upon your flushed state.

"You what!?" You turn from Deku to meet the killer glints of the jealous ladies. Fortunately, they can't harm you since it's a professional environment. "But I'm your secretary!"

"Mhm. You're my secretary and my significant other." You find it a bit funny that that's how he refers to it.

"Mr. Midoriya." You pull your hands away from him and lead him to the far corner of the room. You cross your arms over your chest. As much as you loved Deku and wanted to play along, no strings attached, it didn't sit right with you. "The press will think it's abnormal. The company will. And we're not even together to start with. Do you think the chairman would be okay seeing the CEO and his secretary together? Do you think he'd believe you're doing you best work in the office?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, sir, but this is a highly unprofessional way just to keep scandals away from you. You-"

"Look at you. Always watching out for me and knowing what's best for me." He smiles once more resting both hands on your tense shoulders. "Listen, Miss Y/n. I don't care about what the people say. They can go ahead and stop representing our company and cut our contributors and such. But that wouldn't stop me from loving you. Secretary or not.-" You forcefully push his hands off of you. He looks hurt from the action and you regret it, but you have to be serious.

"There you go with the "love" "significant other" thing again." You frown, your voice growing louder with each word. I'm not playing with you, sir. I'm talking about you getting security or bodyguards Mr. Midoriya. This has nothing to do with me and you."

"Oh this has plenty to do with you, Miss Y/n." He has this cheeky grin on his face. "Because I love you." You blush.

"Ugh. Stop saying that!"

"No, I love you. I'll never get tired of saying it." At this point, you can't say anything to him at how silly he's being. You've never seen him act this way in such an important environment. You cross your arms and frown at him in disappointment. He then takes your hands again and holds them close to his chest. "I'm confessing my love to you right now, Y/n."

"..do-don't be silly, Mr. Midoriya you couldn't possibly be-" The chairman slide his chair out, creating an awful noise, and stands up in annoyance.

"Are you serious, Miss L/n!? Why are you being so dense!? He loves you!" He yells, his tone sounding frustrated. You were so confused. A million questions filled your mind, but only one muttered from your lips.

"...what?"

"I set this all up, Y/n. This meeting you arranged, the papers and signatures you're in possession of as of today, they're all fake. I set this all up for you." Deku closes his eyes and takes a steady breath, in and out and rests his eyes on your face. "Y/n, you've done so much for me throughout these years of working together. And it's not just the paper work I'm talking about. You've taught me how to love myself more and helped me through times I've really needed someone. Even the little things like telling me to take a break and keeping me from over working. That really means a lot to me. You care so much about me. Even now when you were just talking about the idea of security and guards and such...You're really sweet, Y/n." Once again, he takes your hands in his and holds them close to his chest. "I want to be the same for you. I want to keep you close and be there for you, tell you things you want to hear, so...will you um...go out with me?"

"..." He takes your silence in concern. "Sorry. I'm still in disbelief on how this was all put together. That has to be the most unprofessional confession my ears have had accustomed to listen to." Deku looks like he's about to cry. You smile. "Yes, of course. I love you too, Izuku."

Now you were definitely not expecting that. You were just so in shock about Deku being blind to the question. But in the end, it all came together. You were happy.

support me? :)

#w.midizu #deku x reader #drabbles #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #oneshot #bnha x reader #fanfiction #fluff #midoriya izuku #flufftober #w.midtober

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loquaciousquark · 2 years

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Will you share the Greek myth retelling you mentioned it in a recent post?

I surely will! Here's the (almost) verbatim email I sent @eponymous-rose when I asked her to beta what I called in my notes "the kidnapping fic." It's a mess.

HAD ONE MORE THOUGHT that probably i should have put at the start - this fic relies on some underlying knowledge of the thanatos/sisyphus mythos so here it is if you're not familiar with it.

here we go o muses back me up on this lil ditty:

SO IN LIFE king sisyphus was a real dick! he was a deceitful and avaricious king & he often murdered his royal houseguests just to show that he could (this violated xenia, a super important tradition of greek hospitality)(side note the patron god of xenia is ZEUS)

(second side note: at this same time ol' dingle-brained sisyphus also knew that zeus was sleeping with an asopid named aegina. aegina had a river god dad named asopus. sisyphus wanted asopus to run part of his river through sisyphus's kingdom for commerce reasons, so he told asopus where to find his daughter, and after asopus went & got his daughter back he gave sisyphus the tributary in thanks. this also made zeus SUPER MAD for obvious philandering reasons)

so anyway zeus got pretty ticked at his general dickishness and told thanatos to go kill sisyphus and take him to hell jail. thanatos shows up with death's chains & sisyphus is all "oh man idk death i'm just a lil guy and kinda scared maybe if you show me how these chains worked i'd feel better about going with you uwu" and thanatos the ever-dimwitted was like "yes this is a solid plan" and locked himself in his own chains to prove ????

and instead of letting him out like he promised sisyphus was like "deuces guy" and left thanatos chained up for a few days/a couple months/a couple years depending on the tradition you read.

and not really anyone cared at all that mortals quit dying for a long time, except for OUR HERO ARES GOD OF WAR. ares got pretty annoyed that he couldn't win any battles bc the enemy wouldn't bite it, so he went and unlocked thanatos (unclear if everyone knew where he was and was just like whatever not our problem, or if ares had to actually go look for him) and people started dying again, the end

(alternate ending: actually lots of people cared that the sick & infirm couldn't die and they couldn't make animal sacrifices to the gods and everyone yelled at sisyphus to knock it off but he refused. and then either he caved and let thanatos out of the closet or ares showed up anyway. but that one's less funny)

BUT WAIT the myth has a second half (less relevant to the fic though)! so anyway thanatos was SUPER bummed about all this as anyone would be really, and also kinda embarrassed bc whoops you have one job dude. and he went to finally kill sisyphus (and also to deal with the whole "zeus still wants this guy dead" thing).

but! lo and behold our serpent-wise sisyphus told his wife right before thanatos showed up: hey wife, forget that i murdered our guests all the time and when thanatos kills me, don't do any of the death rituals that are important in our culture. no body prep, no mourning, no coins for charon, just chuck my body right out the door like a bad limp lettuce leaf. and she's like GOT IT dick and he's like what and she's like what

anyway so thanatos shows up and reaps him but good and his wife just throws the corpse out with the dishwater and the chamber pots or whatever

so then dead sisyphus gets to hades and is like OH BUT LORD HADES AND QUEEN PERSEPHONE, HOW CAN I EVER REST EASY IF MY HATEFUL WIFE DID NOT CRY OVER MY DEAD BODY AND PUT COINS IN MY MOUTH THE WAY ALL PROPER WIVES WHO LOVE THEIR MURDERING HUSBANDS SHOULD and (depending on the myth but usually) persephone is like ಥ﹏ಥ aaw you poor guy, aw jeez what can we do i feel so bad for him and she SENDS HIM BACK TO LIFE (thanatos: ಠ╭╮ಠ)

and sisyphus lives like another twenty-fifty years before dying of old age, and then thanatos FINALLY gets hold of him for good and zeus sentences him to the boulder thing for being just the tooliest tool to ever live

(alternate ending to the second myth: persephone doesn't actually restore him to life, she just lets his spirit go back up, and in that story sisyphus just goes and yells at his wife forever until hermes literally drags the dude back to hell. real hero sisyphus's wife, am i right or am i right)

other myths/concepts referenced that i think are explained well enough in the text but just in case:

megaera is charged with punishing oathbreakers, especially involving duty to family and honored authorities (husbands, parents, kings, etc.), and technically infidelity but we're waist-deep in greek myth who tf cares about that

alecto is charged with punishing those who commit moral crimes against another, especially those committed out of anger

i'll give you three guesses as to whom tisiphone punishes & the first two don't count

thanatos technically is the god of gentle death; his sister ker is the god of violent death (there's a very late-game conversation in hades where than explains he wasn't there when achilles died, and likely wouldn't have been anyway given his warrior lifestyle; however, there are also multiple conversations where he mentions working really closely with ares & being on the battlefield, and the game definitely treats him like Death so ehhh ~~handwave~~) (sometimes ker is also multiple sister death-spirits rather than just one, and in that case they're called the keres, but they're universally violent, crazed, and hated [and always ladies, read into that what you will])

lyssa is another daughter of nyx and is the personification of mad rage, frenzy, and rabies

(nyx has a lot of super bummer kids is what i'm getting at)

phobos and deimos are two of ares's kids (with aphrodite). phobos is fear/terror (phobia) and dread, and deimos is panic, flight, & rout. they often went into battle with ares and either drew or drove his chariot. warriors often painted their likenesses on their shields to scare their enemies

ixion is the name of the "sun" of the underworld, and is actually a super wicked king who was bound to a flaming wheel for all eternity for his crimes so that's a fun lil easter egg for us gamers (original mythos has him as the sun itself, but later he got retconned to hell only and helios took over all above-ground sun jobs) (for the record: ixion stiffed his father-in-law on ixion's wife's bride-price when they got married and when FIL came to claim it in person, ixion murdered FIL by throwing him on hot coals [no mention ever made of wife's reaction to this, natch]. this obvs violated xenia as well as a BUNCH of other laws and bc everyone hated him now, no one would perform the rituals that would cleanse him of his guilt - except ZEUS. who for SOME REASON takes pity on this dude wandering unloved all by himself & does the rituals for him & brings him UP TO OLYMPUS TO EAT WITH THE GODS. so this bombastically moronic dude ixion decides he loves hera at this feast and is gonna seduce her. his host's wife. violating just about every other law of hospitality he hasn't already squished. so zeus catches wind of this and sends a cloud in hera's shape for him to bang instead. and because we live where we live the cloud gets pregnant [and her name is now nephele] and she gives birth to a malformed baby named centaurus [who later goes and lives in a mountain and has sex with mares and fathers the first centaurs] & so ixion becomes the grandfather of the centaur race. oh and also hermes makes ixion repeat "benefactors deserve respect" like ten thousand times before ixion gets bound to the flaming wheel for all eternity. and then later zeus sleeps with ixion's original wife dia bc why not at this point and she has a son named peirithous who becomes king of the lapinths, so i guess everyone wins. except ixion's father-in-law who is still dead.)

#long post for ts #forgive me #i'm entertaining myself and that's all that matters #greek myth #thanatos #sisyphus #ixion #i genuinely have no idea how to tag this #technically #hades #quark replies

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actualbird · 3 years

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[EDIT: ive written this concept into a full oneshot!!!! read "designed to send mixed signals, one image made up of different pixels" on ao3 hehe]

wc: 617

totally not based on personal experience but i have a scene (maybe a whole fic but shh) where artem wing goes to Therapy for the first time

and during his intake session he pulls out his phone bc he wrote a 3 page outline that contains his entire mental health history (diagnoses, medications, doctors, all this information has been cross checked with emails and records yadda yadda yadda, it's all the evidence compiled digestibly. this is his first time seeing a therapist but hes been treating his malfunctions for a while, how could he not? if theres something that is incorrect, it always must be managed so that he can continue working. and even though his performance has not taken a dive, loved ones had urged him to start seeing a therapist. "theres this sadness in you, artem," mc had said one night. her smile is forgiving but artem thinks he shouldnt be forgiven. "it's okay to get help for it.") and he runs through it completely detached as if hes a case study that hes already picked apart and hes simply sharing his findings with the therapist.

10 minutes later and hes finished going through the outline and the therapist is like "thank you for sharing all of that. the diagnoses, symptoms, and treatment are very important. but can you tell me about you?"

artem feels something like fear bloom in his chest. "about...me?"

"yes. for example, what do you enjoy doing? what are your hobbies?"

"i dont think thats...important."

"it is, though. tell me about yourself."

"i---"

and artem just sits there. for another 10 whole minutes. the seconds pass and each tick of the clock in the room feels like a horrible judgement towards him because hes wasting the time of a professional. he cant think of anything about himself thats worth talking about in regards to the things about himself that he wants to fix.

"i apologize," artem starts fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve. desperately, he wants to pull at his tie, maybe thatll tug the answers out of his throat. "i dont know what to say."

"thats alright," the therapist assures him. "you can say anything about yourself. theres no right or wrong answer."

"but---" and he cant make any words at all to describe himself. his mind spirals and overthinks because when he looks inside, theres nothing...there.

once, when artem was a child, he was given a coloring book. after artem had finished coloring, his teacher told artem that he had no talent in coloring whatsoever. and maybe thats the crux of the problem right there. artem never filled his life or personality or anything with the color needed to be a person. all he is is a mess of faulty processes and one day the people he loves will realize that everything that makes him broken, well, it's just not worth the effort to deal with. especially since theres nothing about him as a person thats worth keeping around. especially since artem had failed to create himself as a person worth keeping around.

"artem?" the therapist tries to pull him out of his thoughts, but artem has lost himself in the endless logic circles of his mind. his chest hurts. he wants to talk but he doesnt know what to say. "artem, are you with me?"

artem shakes his head, ashamed. he shouldnt have gone here. there are some things that cant be fixed.

some things that should just be shoved in a box and left in the dark to rot.

(basically artem "i have been given a bad grade in therapy, something both normal to be afraid of and possible to achieve" wing: the fic)

#tears of themis #artem wing #zuo ran #tot artem #tears of themis headcanon

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corpsedaydream · 3 years

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not such a merry christmas

corpse husband x reader

hi hi so it’s 4:20am lmao i’m not kidding

so i know i said i wasn’t going to be on over christmas but christmas wrapped up late for me and i wasn’t ready to sleep and i just started writing and this is what came of it. i know that christmas isn’t always exactly a happy time for everyone bc family and holidays can be complicated sometimes. so if ur struggling or experiencing anything negative or just not rly enjoying christmas. this ones for u friend and i’m sending love ur way

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You had mixed feelings about this time of year.

The holidays.

On one hand, it meant you had some free time to enjoy some quality time with your nearest and dearest. And on another hand, it meant that you would be potentially finding yourself in situations where you would be spending time with family members who you would maybe rather not spend time with.

When you were young, Christmas always felt so magical. Now you were older, Christmas felt more like an anxiety inducing chore.

You’d talked to Corpse about your family a many of times, because for the most part, you really did love your family so much. You felt lucky to have been born into the family you were - again, for the most part. There was one particular sibling who you wouldn’t include in those feelings. Unfortunately, toxic people existed and extra unfortunately, sometimes those people were related to you. After four months of being with Corpse, he thought he had come to learn all of who were apart of your family. But then you were reminiscing on a childhood memory and when sharing it with your boyfriend, he heard a name he hadn’t heard before. When he questioned you on it, he noticed the immediate change in you. The smile left your face and you went timid and very quickly, you shifted the conversation topic. You were acting in a way he had never seen you be like before, usually you were so open and talkative and here was a brother you had never mentioned and definitely didn’t want to talk about.

He didn’t push it any further that day, figuring you would tell him when you were ready. That time came in November, on the 25th.

You remembered it well, Corpse was going through his emails when he asked you, “Baby, what’s the date?”

“November twenty-fi-” You cut yourself off.

“What?”

You were silent for a moment, you didn’t realise that Christmas had snuck up this quickly. It was only a month away.

“Baby?”

“Sorry- um,” you glanced to him, giving him a meek smile before continuing, “it’s November 25th.”

He noticed that shift in you again. “Are you okay?”

And on that day, you opened up to him. Told him about the terrible memories that haunted days that should have and could have been really happy days had it not been for a bullying, negative family member. How now, you seemed to dread Christmas because of this fact.

“Why don’t you just not go?” Corpse had questioned you, he said it as if it was the most clear outcome, but it wasn’t like for you. It was so much easier for him to say that then it was for you to do.

“I couldn’t do that to the rest of my family.”

“Why? You can see them on any other day?”

“It’s Christmas, I couldn’t not go.”

“It’s just the same as any other day if you think about it.” As much as he had cared and listened to you opening up to him, it was hard for him to understand you on this. You grew up in vastly different family dynamics.

“Not to my family, it’s important.”

The two of you continued to go back and forth for a little bit before you realised the stubbornness you both shared wasn’t going to allow you to take in the other’s perspective.

In fact, the two of you didn’t speak about it again until two days before Christmas Eve. You were spending the day together because you were planning on leaving that night to stay at your parents house until boxing day. And as your leaving time was drawing closer and closer, it was visibly clear to Corpse how anxious you were feeling about it.

“(Y/N),” he had called for you attention and you looked to him, “I really don’t want you to go.”

A soft smile was offered to him. “I’m going.”

“But I can fucking see how this is affecting you. You’re dreading it, please don’t go.”

You sighed before answering him. “I have to go.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Please, Corpse, I don’t want to go over this again. I’m already feeling nervous about it.”

“Then stay with me for Christmas, you won’t have to feel nervous about anything, we can just be here having our own good time.”

You knew he was just trying to be there for you, but it seemed this was not something the two of you could find a common ground on. “It’s not that simple.”

But if only it had been that simple. If only you had listened to Corpse. Because you wouldn’t be where you were right now. Sitting in your car with tears running down your face. It was 5:05pm in the afternoon on Christmas Day and you’d made a dash out the front door while everyone else sat down to eat dinner. You had tried your best to stay strong, to ignore your toxic brother but when someone was constantly saying and doing things to try to bring you down, you’d broken. You wished you could pull it together, so you could go back inside for the people you wanted to be with, but you truly couldn’t take it any longer. You would call and apologise to your Mother tomorrow, you felt bad for leaving her the most.

You shouldn’t have been driving in the state you were in, tears kept blurring your vision and your mind was so distracted you knew you really weren’t paying enough attention. But by some miracle, you had made it to where you wanted to be. And in one piece and it wasn’t your own place. You were parked out the front of Corpse’s place and how you just longed to be in his arms right now.

Heavy feet carried you to his front door and before you could get the chance to knock, Corpse had already swung the door open.

“Thought I saw your car pull up- oh, fuck,” His tone was happy at first, surprised with happiness that you were there until he took notice of the state you were in. Your foundation was streaked by the thick and fast tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Your mascara and eyeliner tracked black lines, too. Your nose had the makeup removed from it and it was displaying red due to the amount of times you’d rubbed at it. And oddly enough, a Santa Hat was still sitting atop your head. Corpse had never seen a more gloomy Christmas Hat appearance. “Baby, c’mere.”

He wouldn’t hesitate to stretch out his arms to pull you in close and you so gladly accepted. When you were resting against him, his arms would be holding you so tight and yours clutching at his hoodie he was wearing, he’d kick his foot out to shut the front door once the two of you were inside. Small sobs were already leaving your body, but feeling the familiar and protective grip of Corpse really just made you break more. You were safe here, you were safe with him, you could get out any emotion you needed to, and so you did.

Sobs wracked your entire frame, it was loud, vocal and physical crying. Corpse had seen you cry before, but never like this. It was hurting him to see you so hurt. He was so concerned for you, he didn’t have to ask if you were okay, your display was making it clear you weren’t. When he could start to feel your feet starting to give out and your weight became heavier against him, and he not only heard but also felt you choking on your own cries and starting to really struggle to breathe, he felt the need to do more.

Gently, he’d bring you down to the floor with him. He’d sit with his back against the wall and grab your thighs to have you sit in his lap, your legs straddling him. He would pull you in tight enough so your chest and torso was completely against his, the two of you couldn’t be brought any closer if you tried.

“I need you to try taking some deep breaths for me.” He’d tell you right in your ear, needing you to hear him over your violent cries. And so you did, but each one was uneven and would catch in your throat and make you cough.

His hand would be rubbing big, deliberate, heavy circles into your back with a force to make its presence known, a tactic he hoped would calm you. He was caught off guard to see you like this, but after opening up to him about your toxic sibling and how anxious you had been to be around him again, he wasn’t exactly shocked. He was so concerned for you but a part of him was also furious that someone had treated you in such a terrible way to put you in this state. He now wished he had worked harder in getting you to stay with him, if you were with him, you were safe, he wouldn’t let harm - especially like this - come to you.

“I’m here.” Corpse would assure you with a longing kiss to the side of your head, rocking you back and forth.

And eventually, while sitting there, being cradled in his arms, your cries would quieten, your sobs wouldn’t make you shake so violently and your breathing would return to a more regular state.

“Feel better?” He’d ask you once you reached that more stable point and you’d nod your head from its place against his neck before doing a much needed yawn. “You’re tired?”

“Exhausted.” You’d confirm.

“Should we go lay down?” He was still holding you so strongly and securely but being so gentle with how he spoke to you.

“Yeah, I want to get some painkillers first, though, my head hurts.”

“Want to take off the Santa hat?”

“No.”

“What, why?” Your answer surprised him.

“I’ve had it on all day, I’ll have really bad hat hair.” You admitted and Corpse laughed and had you been in a better mood, you would have joined in on the laughter. But it did lift your spirits to even just simply hear him laugh.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“It will be.”

Corpse laughed softly again and shook his head slightly and when he felt you relax against him again, he brought up his hand to quickly pull the hat from your head.

“Hey!” You lifted your head then and he was relieved to see no more build up of tears in your eyes anymore.

“You’ll feel better without it on.” He argued your protest, smiling a small smile and you couldn’t help but to mirror it, which made Corpse elated to see.

“Okay, but don’t you dare look at my hat hair.” You told him and because he knew your eyes were on his, he intentionally lifted his eyes to your hair. “Corpse!” You called his name with a laugh and he was so happy to hear you laugh instead of cry. “Stop it.” You spoke through more giggles and your hands came up to land on your head over your hair until Corpse grabbed your wrists and moved your hands out of the way. “Hey!” Squirming your arms to get your wrists out of his grasp. Once you freed them, you’d place your hands over his eyes.

“Baby, let me look at your beautiful hat hair.”

“No!” You both would laugh then and this time when your boyfriend took hold of your hands to move them off of his eyes, it would be soft and he’d lift them to bring back his vision and bring your hands down a little to place kisses into the palms on each of your hands.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right?” On the surface, it could’ve sounded like Corpse was talking about just the hat hair, but on a deeper level, he meant this so wholeheartedly, and you understood.

So you’d nod. “I know. Thank you.”

And Corpse knew that once again, when you were ready you’d tell him about what took place on that Christmas Day, but for right now, he didn’t need to know. All he needed to know is that now you were okay and you were safe and you were with him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband fanfiction #writing #mine

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lunar-lair · 3 years

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ok say hello to my insanely new oc who ive made entirely to be a villain who is still an excellent adult and a decent parent, probably. cares too much abt kids. think reigen mob psycho with a drop or two of milla. worked under Nick From The Mailroom and was actually in on his scheme.

has always been rather cold and brash towards adults, but is more caring towards kids. in my brain he has a brooklyn type accent? rough and tumble, walks around without a tie, yknow? they keep him cause he sorts mail real good, though.

(added a read more because this got INSANELY LONG AKSKSK i spent like an hr on this h)

he was a delugeionist, but only because he kinda just wanted to rip the world apart a little; lysandre vibes, thinks a lot of it is scum and needs to go. thinks the *psychonauts* are scum and need to go. hes psychic but suppressed it, think aquato parents but extra toxic about it, and straight up just saying being psychic is unnatural. wouldnt go to loboto parent lengths tho. so he adopted that thought of 'being psychic is unnatural and wrong', which contributed to a lot of self hate that was never learned out. likely, he realizes hes a shitty person and thinks he needs to go too. so like...yknow hank, dbh? kinda the vibe im gettin right now. way more formal, of course, and while usually gruff, is more polite when its needed; can and *will* beat the shit out of you verbally in a factual way, though, and can talk more street-lingo if hes talkin to real thugs. (probably winged it on his own after failing college or smth, hes got the vibes.)

anyways, its this plot where he slinks off and starts planting mistrust in the psychonauts or something. and inevitably he just...shows up and starts kidnapping people. dismantling things from the inside and all that. he left and formed a group who also hated psychics at some point, likely friends of his parents and friends of friends, all from his hometown. all of them fight *insanely* dirty, and a lot of them are insanely vulgar. the kids are supposed to be kept away.

but theres a line to follow here.

this man is a fold to raz. hates the psychonauts, hates being psychic, adopted his parent's hate of psychics, hates the *world.* raz is young and unburdened and unjaded...mostly. hes not the shock of water some young characters can be when it comes to being the foils of other characters; think steven with a villain or something, right? but raz is sassy and a little jaded, and not total sunshine positivity.

hes a child this man could look down on and not be immediately annoyed by, who is worried by yet respects raz's realization of the world as it is, however little that is.

and yet raz is still his foil. he still mostly loves the psychonauts, despite it all, he loves being psychic, for the most part, he dodged adopting his parents previous values, he still seems to have an even view of the world as a whole.

raz is jaded, if only a little, but he moved past it and accepted that things could still be bright. this man is jaded, but he stayed in his stormclouds, never looked for the sun.

ok where. was i. RIGHT ok so. at the beginning of this...story? the man finds raz being talked down to by one of the office workers; someone with weak psychic powers whos insanely jealous of his prowess. an adult who envies the young prodigy. and theyre giving him some insane task to do, like cleaning all of the closets within the hour, but hes saved the world twice, so he smiles and nods along, because he said he would help around the motherlobe, and this adult is asking him to do something that seems simple enough.

and this guy, internally, goes 'bitch.' for a good long second bc 1. dude even if you envy a kid, kinda fucked to show that?? not their fault 2. WHY are you asking a 10 year old to do that. why is there a 10 year old here. holy shit thats a 10 year old oh my god hes so tiny (no one told him there was a 10 year old because they knew hed stomp right up to management but. regardless. he is going to stomp up to management after this and no one can really stop him. except maybe raz well see)

so yknow. dude fixes his slight slouch and walks forward and politely tells this woman that 1. hes 10 why are you jealous of him and 2. hes 10????????? and shes like shit hes 10. and apologizes. and walks away

and raz is VERY ?? bc she was doing what? why is him being 10 important? and its that young part of you that gets pissed when people try to keep you from doing things because youre young and hes DEFINITELY yet to learn that piling responsibilites that should be handled by adults onto a child is fucked up in its own special way (looking at you ford, *nick*)

and the dude calmly explains because yea. he gets that. and he still sounds gruff and a little peeved but he squats down to razs height and he talks simply and factually, telling him straight on why it isnt right.

and. huh. people dont really do that for raz. except for sasha, sometimes, everyone likes to dodge the truth a lot with him, because hes 10, and sometimes, hes too nice to tug it out of them.

and this guy, this man that raz is already polishing a trophy for 'good adulting' in the back of his brain with his striking statements about how adults should handle things and kids should-kids should...get to have fun. not be traumatized.

for the shock on his face when raz said hed already saved the world a couple times, whats some closets. he reigned it in, said that its weird he saved the world, because thats usually their jobs.

and this guy offers his hand on instict before he stands up, even though he doesnt seem very sweet and kind like the adults that usually offer raz a hand. and he takes it, i think. he takes it.

warm. warm, a little nice.

reminds raz of his dad, maybe. he wonders if this man has any kids himself, but keeps his mouth shut, because he thinks he already has the answer, and its yes.

(he doesnt have any. he would wish he did, but he knows hed fail to raise them right.)

and when he stands, he asks raz what he was asking that woman for, and he says hes doing tasks around the motherlobe because his papers are still coming in. the man doesnt ask. (he knows what 'papers' means, realizes this is the tiny junior psychonaut every room in the damn place has been buzzing about, and he has fucking words for forsythe.) he just offers for the kid to sort mail under his supervision.

and that sounds boring. at least, it usually would.

this man is interesting, and a good...person? a good adult? hes...hes new. hes new, and calm, and a little like sasha but a lot not, and he thinks he trusts him.

so raz grins and says yea, mail sorting sounds nice.

(debatably, raz does not take his hand. hes too jaded when it comes to adults. debatably, he does not feel any warmth from this man who has taught him every adult has been telling him wrong. debatably, im projecting. but thats the whole point of ocs, hm?)

and then holes crop up in motherlobe systems. people are kidnapped.

raz keeps seeing the strange man, keeps telling him things, keeps hearing back, gruff and factual and a little annoyed, but raz can almost-just-barely tell its not at him, with the way he talks.

he can tell. he can tell.

he can never tell. this man is making sure he can tell.

raz trusts the man, is still polishing that trophy for 'best adulting' he has settling in the back of his mind.

and then the man comes with a militia.

he did not seem jaded. he did not seem hateful. he never showed any anger or hate towards raz.

but thats because he knows kids dont deserve it.

an excellent moral or two. a rotten, broken heart.

and at first, they keep the kids away, because these people fight dirty, because this isnt their battle, because the man has been sending emails about why 15 year olds are in a secret psychic agency.

(he does not mention raz. by razs second visit, he had just marked the boy down as another reason to hate the psychonauts as a whole, and especially its higher ups.

hes also regretting his alliance to nick by about the third. if he had known the man would puppet a child as if they were a toy, he would have organized his own rebellion ages ago.)

but eventually, the psychonauts need all hands on deck.

they send the children to find the missing agents.

the interns are fought on the way. some of them avoid the child, know the boss would pummel them.

they get to the base, and the strange man, the one with the broken trophy for 'best adult' (still barely-polished, because hes still so sure) still nestled in the back of razs brain, is still there.

the junior psychonauts are spotted. one of the guards throws a few rocks aimlessly.

they surprise them. one almost hits raz.

its intercepted instead.

and the other junior psychonauts watch as this man, their enemy, a villain, in their eyes, reprimands the other man for even accidentally daring, for even trying. for doing something they might have done just a month or so ago, if they had decided he was too much weirder than they already had.

and he yells something like, "Why the hell is he even here?! This is an enemy base, of whats a rebellion! This is a *10 year old*! What kind of adult sends a child *near* something like that?!" and he truly sounds angry this time, raz finds. hes too angry to keep it in. he still sounds gruff and oddly proper. raz is standing there, arms hanging. hes baffled in a specific way, the way he was every time the man's brow furrowed when he mentioned a harrowing story, the way he was the first day they met.

and he asks, a little quiet, a little small, a reminder of how young he really is, "Why are you still trying to keep me safe? We're supposed to be enemies now."

And his brow furrows further before flattening out, and he tilts onto one leg, and he swears he almost kneels to a knee.

He cant believe it. He really cant.

"You're 10." he says simply, softly, that factual way. "You shouldn't even be here."

and raz pauses. the interns freeze.

"...well, here I am."

and i think...it would be so intriguing if this was done halfway out of the mind, because this man is so against anything psychic. it would be so *compelling.*

so raz steps forward and asks again, asks why hes doing this.

and the mans eyes harden, he tries to turn off that soft heart, trying to remind himself of all that he hates. because he hates the psychonauts, because he sort of hates the world.

and raz asks why he could ever hate the psychonauts, head tilted, before listing off the few he knows to be true. but other than that, how? and ok, the world sucks a little, yea, hes seen that, gets that.

and he appreciates that this kid isnt totally gung ho about existence.

but he hates that he isnt, too.

and its this back and forth. everything the man hates, why he hates it. raz saying why its good but admitting why its bad.

and hes swayed, just a little.

but the man stands up from the kneel hed inevitably instinctively put himself into, and walks forward, hand held out yet again.

"You shouldn't be in the Psychonauts," he tells him, soft, factual, brow furrowed. "Come with me. I'll bring you back to your parents, or wherever it is you want to go."

raz contemplates. thinks, for a long moment.

he grabs the mans hand, warm and firm, yet again, for a terrifying moment.

before he reaches up to slap a mental door on his forehead, and astral projects into it.

he thinks this man is good. thinks hes just jaded.

thinks hes the best adult hes ever met, one who just happens to hate a lot of things.

hes only 10.

hes not letting someone who can tell him so clearly whats wrong and right for adults to tell him go that easily.

aaaand yknow. raz does his razzy thing. learns about why the guy hates the world and the psychonauts and himself. helps him learn that its not all bad, that he was excellent to raz, and still is, that things can be bad and good all at once.

the man concedes that raz is very capable, very smart, and can do a lot. but that doesnt mean he should have to.

raz tells him, though, that he likes working for the psychonauts. its his dream. and he realizes some things he was told to do were kinda screwed up, now. that maybe, in honesty, he was dealt a bad hand.

but hes done what he can with that hand, and he ended up with a royal flush.

and uh! yknow!! then raz leaves his mind and he calls off the rebellion! its like a rhombus of ruin type adventure, except without the villain being present beforehand. its just not clustered in insanely close with a ton of other wild shit.

anyways this got really long? sorry?? its an oc i just saw good adult and slight father vibe potential in the vibe i instantly got on him and then i went feral???? rip maybe someone will read this and if you did. congrats i honestly really liked how the whole foil and good-yet-bad and consideration of raz being 10 thing worked out. this oc is almost like our representative in the psychonauts world the way reigen is for the audience in mp100. yea :) i match them up a lot but thats just cause they vibe a lot. anyways its 1:40 am now and i spent abt an hour on this hope it vibed mildly byeeee

#GOD THAT GOT LONG. ALSMSKKS APOLOGIES OH MH GOD #psychonauts #psychonauts oc #and my personal tag:#pn oc #trash talks #long post #like! insanely long!!!!!!! i am so so sorry maybe i should make a cut #psychonauts 2 spoilers #like a lot tbh alskssk #OK READMORE SUCCESSFULLY ADDED!!! THNX GOOGLE <3

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 3 years

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Schooling

A/N: hi anon! From what you’re requesting it’s pretty obvious that you’re struggling a grave bit with schooling and as someone who has been there (literally, I changed my major five times), I want to assure you that everything always falls into place the way it should be. I believe in you!

Also, as i was posting this I remembered that I don’t know how schooling works in the USA so I just wrote it from a Belgian perspective.

Summary: could u do a richie x reader where reader wants to be a musician but their parents are forcing them into sum hard uni course, but the readers getting awful grades and then accidentally applies to a random easy program instead of the hard one and freaks out tht her future ruined, so richie convinces the reader she doesn’t need to worry bc she’ll be a famous musician instead

High school was not a thriving environment for you. You had your friends, the losers club, who you adored and couldn’t imagine your life without, but you were also bullied relentlessly, and you weren’t fond of the studying part of the school dynamic. No one is, supposedly, but compared to Stan and Ben – both possessing the motivation and drive to put it in the effort, and Richie and Mike who were effortlessly smart, you felt lost.

The idea of college was the only thing holding you up, the only motivation to get through your high school years. That musical course you planned on taking was a bright light at the end of the tunnel. In hindsight’s, you accumulated way too much pressure on yourself for imagining college to be this amazing place where you would get to thrive in life. The reality was a lot more grim.

The first problems arose in choosing your major. Your friends had all zoned in on one – or were getting close to at least-, but you were clueless about what the right thing to do was. There were worlds apart between what you thought would truly bring you joy in life, and what your parents were manipulating you into choosing.

Your parents, at least when you’re younger, have the biggest influence on your view on the world and the way you see yourself fit in it. When your parents pushed you towards a biology degree, and kept at it for months, you agreed.

From day one, you knew it had been a mistake. You shared a few classes with Stan, and those all went over fine -because you had a friend around that you needed to stay strong for-, but the moment you had your first class, a deep feeling of dread settled inside you. Despite not enjoying high school like some might, at that moment you hoped for a miracle to turn back time.

Tests passed by in a flurry, and as each one got progressively worse, your mental health followed suit. You were caught in a visions cycle of bad grades and bad emotions, and it drained you so bad that anything that could potentially have anything to do with school, like emails, send you into a frenzy.

The inevitable happens on a Wednesday after school. You wasted a lot of time thinking of what could be, and winded up at the school that organized the musical course. On the home page of the sight, there had been a test titled: ‘is our schooling up your lane?’, and you, snorting with irony, took it to be coy. They asked a bunch of personal questions, and you didn’t think anything of it, until you received and email to state that you had started your admission to the school. The month long building tension snapped, and you started crying hysterically. You weren’t sure what you had done and if it was even anything to worry about, but everything got to be too much, and you wanted your best friend with you.

Richie arrived a mere ten minutes after your phone call, and let himself in to your bedroom where you were still crying on the bed. Thank god your parents weren’t home.

‘What’s up with you?’ Richie asked incredibly, sinking down on his back next to you on the bed. You appreciated the lack of fake sympathy and pity.

‘Same old,’ was the only thing you could come up with to say. You didn’t know if you had the energy to rehash everything again.

‘Your schooling again?’

‘It’s my schooling everyday Richie. It’s important.’

‘Is it as important as hanging out with me?’ It coaxes a laugh out of you, but the lighthearted moment is quickly squashed. You can’t shut off your kind and live in the moment. With everything you do, the reality slams on you, never allowing you to have a break.

‘Yes Richie. I know that school doesn’t matter to you, but it does to me. My parents will kill me if they find out I applied to this course. Help me.’

Your leg begins to bounce, a sign that your anxiety is taking over completely. Richie can recognize the signs, as he himself displays them often.

‘Calm down y/n, you’ll just follow the music program and became a musician. I’ll pay you to be my support act, and all of the losers will come to watch us. It’ll be fine.’

‘For you maybe, but my parents will kill me when they find out.’ It’s true. Before you enrolled in biology, you had already hinted at maybe following a music path, and your mom had shut it down faster then you could even finish your sentence.

Richie snorts. ‘Your parents are mad at you all the time. Who cares, in a few years you’ll be out of there and you won’t have to listen to them ever.’

‘But-‘

‘Y/N/N, come on’, Richie interrupts cheerfully. He throws one of his legs atop your to stop your leg from moving. ‘You’re stressing over nothing. If you can tell Bowers to fuck if you can do anything.’

‘Well Bowers was nothing, he’s just pathetic. This’, you empathizes ,‘is my future Richie.’ You sigh, completely disheartened. Your pc screen is lit up, and you notice a new email pop up from your new school. You can’t take it, why can’t you have a few moments to collect your thoughts?

‘What if I’m not good enough?’ You ask him quietly, sagging against Richie for support. It’s now that your true stress comes out. Your parents views are a problem, but if you were truly convinced that you could do it, you would go against their wishes anyway. ‘What if I do this, and I have to hear about how disrespectful I am for years, and it doesn’t pay off?’

Cruelly, Richie laughs. That’s weird. Richie is never fully serious, he always has a way to alter a situation into something cheerful, but he’ll never be intentionally rude.

‘Please? Not being good enough? You’re the best musician I’ve ever seen and heard.’

‘We live in Derry, that’s not saying much.’

‘I mean it. My second favorite thing is listening to you with your instrument, my favorite is still fucking Eddie’s mom though.’ A mom joke while you were debating over your major was not something you were aiming for, but hey, it’s Richie. Are you really surprised?

‘What do I do if I fail?’

‘You won’t. But if you do, you can always do that one year school thing right? You have the rest of your life to do the adult thing, why not choose your happiness now?’

It’s profound in a way Richie isn’t often -and in a way that people don’t credit him enough-. He has a hard time being serious, but you know that once he is, he always tells the truth. Maybe this time, he is too.

‘You truly believe that?’

‘It’s as true as my wang is long.’

‘Gross’, you protest, but his words light a fire under u. It gives you a whole new wave of confidence, a way to see things from a different perspective. Why wouldn’t you go for it and take the chance? Why should you be stuck doing something you take no pride or joy in. Your parents will be a problem, but this is not the life they have to life. They have made their own decisions, and now it’s time for you to take yours. Are you willing to do something for the rest of your life simply for your parents approval?

Another email filters in, one to confirm your decision to enroll in the new major. Richie intertwines your hands, offering up more strength to do what you have to. With one last encouraging smile, you nod to yourself, and press accept.

#richie tozier #My writing #richie x reader #richie Tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #x reader #it imagines #the losers x reader #the losers club x reader #the losers club imagines

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I forgot to send on my voting story. Ok so my brother and I both got mail in ballots, and let me tell you how we both forgot to mail it in so we just thought to bring them to our voting location. The lady there kinda yelled at us? She was confused and didn't know how to go about it. And honestly I just took it because we were the idiots who didn't mail in our ballots. We had to rip them up and they just us new ones to fill out in person and submit. Not exciting, but a story for void snippet. 👀

Anonymous said: Hi!! I'm so excited for void! I voted today around 30 minutes before the polls closed in my neighborhood because I had to wait for my dad and brother to get home from work since they wanted to go all together hehe. It was a pretty fast process! We just pressed buttons on screens (compared to last election where we had to bubble in everything by hand) plus, I got to keep the stylus that they gave us and it works on phones too! 🥰🥰 Thank you! I love your writing so much 💜💜💜

Anonymous said: I did mine through mail me and my husband did and we went to the post office a little while back and then he took us on a nice little date afterward and we got ice cream! Also I love void💖 keep up the good work

Anonymous said: VOTES FOR VOID??? I love democracy and I love VOID! So since May I've (temporarily) moved back home from New York to Indiana RE: covid; I've voted absentee for the both the primaries and presidential election (I'm still in IN rn...blah). I voted early and mailed in my ballot for the presidential election (about 3 weeks ago). Made sure my family was voting (brother mailed it in, mom dropped off a ballot, and dad did early voting) and encourage them to put up a Biden sign in our yard <3

Anonymous said: HI BEE! I ALSO VOTED TODAY! IM 21 SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (my 18th bday didnt make the cutoff since im a december bday) im so happy to have done my part! I made sure to study up on the judges and policies and everything! Luckily the polling place didn't have a line so i was able to get in, get my ballot, and fill it in right away! I even dragged my mom and cousin to come with me. I made a joke on snapchat to encourage my friends to vote too. It was a pic of my "i voted" sticker with a caption saying "omg youre so sexy when you vote aHaha" -🦙

Anonymous said: this is my first time doing this so, so i hope i’m sending this correctly! i voted early in late september by mail! i live in a swing state, so it’s really important for me to vote and not waste time!! bc of my age, this is my first time voting so i’m really nervous 😅

Anonymous said: I voted by email! I'm overseas so I wasn't sure if my ballot would actually make it through in time, so I decided to go electronically. Had to sign a waiver saying I understand that my vote won't be anonymous but I haven't been given a reason to suspect voter suppression/fraud in my state, so I'm happy I think...!

Anonymous said: hi, i voted early on oct 24th. my absentee ballot didn't come in, so i had to travel back home to vote (~3 hour drive). when we got there, there was a ton of people outside the polling place, but no lines, so i was in and out pretty quick. it was my first time voting, so i had all the candidates i was voting for written down on a tiny receipt so i wouldn't forget 😅. my mom was with me, so she voted too. took a pic with my sticker (mask on for extra covid-ness) and went home. drove back the next afternoon!

whippedforkook said: Hi Bee. 💕 I voted in early October - nearly a month ago! 😱 It’s been really weird with all the lead up to the election because it felt like it should have been done once I cast my ballot! A lot of my friends have volunteered to get out the vote: writing postcards to voters, texting, phone banking, working the polls, curing ballots. I didn’t volunteer at all this year, but I hope that all of my friends’ hard work and everyone else’s is enough. I’m also hoping and praying that I will be in a better place mentally for 2022 so that I too can volunteer. Our work starts with 2020 not ends. 💕 Wishing you well. 💕

begineuphoria said: I went and voted last Friday as it was our last early voting day. No way was I going to wait until today with the crowds of people in my area that still act as if masks are somehow infringing on their rights. 🙄 It was a rather normal experience for the most part. Other than having to use a coffee stir stick to press the buttons on the machine to vote. In and out within five minutes.

Anonymous said: I voted down the street at this pretty park this morning. I got up at 5:30 and it was freezing. Luckily I wore like 30 layers and stood outside for 2 hours. Some nasty orange man supporters were rude but everyone else was pretty nice. A really cute older couple was playing soccer with pine cones and kicked it towards me to play too. Not the worst time tbh.

Anonymous said: Did mail-in voting in California! Extremely exhausting and took forever to research all the propositions - they are notoriously tricky in hiding their flaws and one side tends to outrageously outspend the other. But in the end I felt really good about my research and decisions! No need for you to post a snippet for this story - would like to save that to read sometime in the future ;) Thank you so much for doing this!

joonsgotthejuice said: Votes for void??? I am here! I went last Thursday and it was chaotic bc I kept going past the poll place but the line was soooo long so my mom called me and woke me up like "its pouring rain and the line is super short get up I'm gonna pick you up" so thats the story of how I got dressed in 5 minutes and dragged my ass to vote in the rain <3

Anonymous said: i voted early on thursday it was cold and rainy but i went in the late afternoon and thankfully the only waiting i did was a few minutes for an elevator i got very lucky and while waiting for the results is awful the relief that came from voting in general was just great

Anonymous said: Wheeew the polls just closed and I finally got to cast my ballot yayyy ( I was the one working the polls from earlier) it’s been a really really long day and we actually had surprisingly good turnout. I saw a woman try to vote for someone else who claimed to be “helping” and I saw a woman who I’m pretty sure was on some typa something 👀 Overall though I really I’m really thankful for people like you who encouraged people to get out and vote. I hope the odds are in our favor❤️🤞🏼

chelsea-chee said: Hello Bee! Today surprisingly my elderly father wanted to vote so I brought him out with me. He only cared about voting for Biden, which meant I got to help decide who he should vote for with the rest of the candidates and amendments! Say hello to baby bee for me as well! 💖

Anonymous said: Okay I gonna got a chance to vote today and the process wasn’t that bad actually. I went in just now and it wasn’t that busy( thankfully) so no lines. I’m from Texas and it’s gonna be almost impossible to turn this state blue, but every vote counts! I love that you are getting people to vote and also sharing your experiences as well!

owl-orgy said: Dropped off my mail in ballot at a polling location! I originally wanted to vote early in person because I was worried my signature wouldn’t match closely enough but ended up just turning it in and double checked today to make it said “ballot accepted and counted”!

Anonymous said: I voted in person this afternoon, better late than never I guess. I was gonna go last week but then I got cramps from hell. There was no one in line in front of me, I think my county early voted because it was packed everyday the last few weeks

Anonymous said: I voted early a couple weeks ago. Exciting thing though that did happen was I got both my parents to vote for their first time ever.

Anonymous said: I had a mail in vote. So, I filled it out and dropped it in at the ballot box at my library. (I also checked out books for the first time in years, so I had fun!)

bubblyjiminnie said: I literally just finished voting. Lucky for me, the line and wait wasn’t very long, and it was a nice enough day that the short amount of time I had to spend in line outside of the building wasn’t too bad. My social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this tends to be high but that’s what I get for waiting until Election Day instead of going the mail in route. This was only my second time voting, but I’m glad that I did 😊

Anonymous said: I turned my ballot in last week :) I’m not a big fan of crowds and I hate make spur of the moment choices but despite that the first time I was able to vote back in 08 my Mom pressured me into voting in person because “you’d have to experience it at least once in our life”. And ever since then I comfortably vote by mail. I take my time, do all of my research, listen to music, and best of all don’t have to deal with people.

Anonymous said: here in Washington state it’s super easy to vote. I dropped my ballot off in mid-October and it’s already been accounted for! Mail in voting and drop box voting is fantastic and provides equal opportunity and access. Sad to see some people in red states misinforming Americans about it! We also have a referendum for implementing mandatory sex ed, including teaching respect, empathy and consent as part of the curriculum so I was happy to vote yes on that too!

unionrox006 said: I voted about 2 weeks ago by doing a mail in ballot. The other eligible to vote members of my household did the same. We chose to vote by absentee ballot because both my mom and I have an autoimmune disorder, so we have to be careful going out in the pandemic. Tbh, the ballot layout was a bit confusing at first as was all the paperwork and required IDs and documents. But my dad explained it to me and we got them filled out and mailed off. Kinda mad I didn't get a sticker for it though

bluetostone said: Love this and so excited for the next chp of void! I early voted a few weeks ago and because I live in a pretty rural county I was in and out of my polling place in a few minutes. No sticker though 😢. I live in a swing state so it could go either way in terms of delegates. Just praying everyone is safe tonight as the results roll in...though, won't we not know for sure for a couple of days or weeks?

Anonymous said: My mom, sister, and I received our early voting ballots a while ago and I took the longest to fill mine out because it was making me anxious :,( but I did return it before it was due. I checked our ballot statuses and mine and my moms were accepted but my sister’s said they hadn’t received hers back. Then she got another ballot so she filled that one out too and I took it yesterday 👍👍 I think she got two because she changed her address late so they sent two?

vixsynsblog said: Non-interesting voter story: I'm paranoid and live in a highly divided area, so I filed mail-in ASAP, mailed it a few days after cause neighbors are nosy and don't understand boundaries. Was able to track my ballot through my credit company, which was nice. Only thing I was missing was my sticker. Never got one✊😔. So I had to improvise and write it in pen on my disposable mask. I'm working all this week so if riots break out from either side, I'll be at work. Prayers for the safety of others🙏

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Waaah!!! Thank you all for voting!! You are all my heroes. I am so grateful and proud of you. I’m sorry I ran out of time to respond to you individually. I’m going to drop two big scenes from Chapter 7 in gratitude (one of which will be familiar to my patrons and one won’t). I’m hopeful I will have the whole next chapter out very soon. Love you all!

Void spoilers below the cut.

When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think they were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps just by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal.

There is a calendar reminder waiting for you: Today is chili pepper pollinating day. At least this gives you an excuse to talk to Hoseok.

You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee up against his chest. Hoseok doesn’t look well. He’s got dark circles under his eyes.

“Hey, um…” You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No wait…“You don’t look good. Were you here all night?” you ask.

He blinks at you, bleary-eyed. “Um, was I? Yeah.. I suppose. Lost track of time.” He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor.

All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you don’t. “I need to pollinate the chili peppers today.” Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. “But I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.”

“No!” Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit to rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. “I mean, I’m fine.”

You should disgaree with him. He is exhausted. But you’d like more time to talk to him.

Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if they didn’t get pollinated, they wouldn’t bear any fruit. Your chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it.

You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The intital set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant in the line.

Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than just enjoying the chili peppers, you must admit that this was one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands peridically. Always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Um, yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“This, um, plan of yours…” he gestures to the vague tension in the air. “It doesn’t feel like you.”

“I’m trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.”

“Yeah, I’m still not clear on how this benefits the mission.”

“Yoongi said…” you start to say, but are cut off my Hoseok’s derisive snort.

“Look, if you’re in love with Yoongi, just go date him, okay? Don’t feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.”

You frown. “I’m not… I’m not in love with him. It’s just sex. Just biology.”

“This isn’t you!” Hoseok argues back. “You hated the idea of anyone of us ever treating you that way. And now you just want all of us to… to… use you like that?” He splutters out the end of the sentence.

“No one is using me! This is my plan! I’m in charge!”

He sighs. “Well, I can’t be a part of it. Excuse me.”

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Taehyung finds you in the gym. It’s good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling.

“Hey, so I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.” He fishes awkwardly into his pockets and pulls out his tablet. Maybe Jimin was right. Is Taehyung going to be the first to take you up on your offer?

You pause your jog on the elliptical machine. You wish you weren’t so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man with those strong eyebrows and that perfect skin.

Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form. It’s happening. He’s going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? It’s one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if he’s hoping to go right now? You need a shower.

Taehyung has really nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigating the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It just adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, he’d lose all interest.

He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. It’s a good thing that Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he just going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?

“You can’t do this to Jimin,” he says.

“What?” Not what you were expecting. “Do what to Jimin?”

“This.” He gestures over the HR form. “Signing these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. You’re going to destroy Jimin.”

“Jimin’s the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.” It’s a lie. You know its a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now.

“No way.” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “No way was it Jimin’s idea that you sleep with the whole crew.”

“Well…” You can’t bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. “He wanted me to sleep with you.”

That surprises Taehyung. He puts down the tablet. “What? Why would he want that?”

This is awkward. “He, um, thinks you’re in love with me.”

“What?” There is only surprise on Taehyung’s face. It’s actually a relief to see that Taehyung is just as shocked by that idea as you were. “Why does he think that?”

“I don’t know…” You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t feel that way about you. Look at him. “Cause you told him you were jealous. Cause you can’t stand to be in the same room as us…”

Taehyung bites his lip. “Oh, um, shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

If Taehyung isn’t jealous of Jimin...

“Taehyung…” He looks up, biting his lip. “What did you mean? Who are you jealous of?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he reaches for his microphone and mutes it. Out of respect, you mute yours as well. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit.

“Um…” You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. “What are you doing?”

“Need something to block the camera.”

“We have towels,” you mutter. But he’s already stripping out of his shirt. The musculature of his back ripples. He hangs the shirt off of the camera to block the rest of the room from view.

“Yeah, but this way anyone watching will think we’re having sex.” His chest is just as attractive as his back and you flush at the sight of it. Mercifully, he zips back into his jumpsuit as he returns to his position in front of the exercise machine.

“You want them to think we’re having sex?”

“Don’t you? It plays right into your whole save the mission with bonobo sex plan.”

“I suppose.” Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. “What plan of yours does it play into?”

“The one where Jimin doesn’t realize I’m in love with him.”

“You’ve never tried to tell him?”

Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. “How would that conversation go? Hey man, I know we’ve known each other for years and I’ve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but I’m in love with you. I know that’s awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that I’m attracted to you when you don’t feel the same way.” Taehyung sighs. “Doesn’t sound like a good plan to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, I’ve just ruined the friendship for nothing and then I don’t even have that.”

“Yeah… I get that.” There’s something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years.

“I couldn’t tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldn’t let me go then? You know?”

“Yeah, the director wasn’t big on sending anyone who might ‘complicate’ the mission.” The two of you share a sad knowing smile.

“Yeah… And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. I’d just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasn’t planning on falling in love with my roommate.”

“I don’t think any of us really knew what this would be like.”

“I knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled out…”

Your mind flashes back to that moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.

“But I couldn’t just let him go off into space without me. Even if he’d never feel the same way, at least he’d still be in my life.”

The emotion in Taehyung’s words makes your eyes begin to mist. “You really do love him.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung sighs again. “But he’s in love with you.”

“Well, he thinks he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“He only feels like that about me cause he thinks I’m the only option.” You wonder if maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyung’s feelings.

Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. “You don’t give him enough credit.”

“Oh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?”

“A few…”

“And how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?”

Taehyung bites his lip. He can’t really argue with that. “So why are you with him then, if you don’t think it’s real?”

You shrug, rubbing your arm. “He wants me. It’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”

“You know you could have that with any man on this ship right?”

You scoff. “They’re all suffering the same delusion. It’s only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see I’m nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.”

Taehyung eyes you up and down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit either.”

You shrug. “You wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.”

The two of you both slump backwards in your seats, mulling over your shared woes. Taehyung bends down and picks up the tablet again. “So what should I do with this?”

“Obivously, you don’t have to sign it. I should have realized that not everyone would be interested.”

“Jimin thinks I’m in love with you?”

“Yeah…”

“Is it okay if we let him think that for now? At least until I figure out how to tell him the truth?”

“Okay.”

Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. Your phone lights up with a message. “Thank you,” he murmurs before he leaves.

#I'm not going to answer asks about the spoilers right now #because I want people to be able to avoid them until the chapter drops #but that should be sometime in the next week or so #votes for void

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i’ve seen the discussion going back and forth on boundaries and sexual objectification, and i don’t have much to add to the conversation other than to say everyone is allowed to determine their OWN ‘lines’ and just because we don’t vocalize them doesn’t make them any less valid. but here’s the limits i set for my blog if anyone feels it is important for them to know (<3):

personally I consider ‘characters’ fair game for anything goes, with ‘public personas’ a little more iffy. ‘RPF’ isn’t new - it just takes on a new more accessible/visible form nowadays. i remember reading my first fic about a ‘real person’ back in my LOTR fandom days - it was a story in first person perspective about the main character meeting orlando bloom on a plane before he was ‘famous’. like a lot of these types of stories, it wasnt so much about the person as it was about the meet cute. the actor was just a convenient placeholder with a handsome face and some personality quirks thrown in to make the romance/dialogue more specific. i personally dont read much xReader fic nowadays, but mostly only cause i’m an old fart who can’t relate to the ‘you’ format. i miss the good old days when people actually created OC’s and then inserted them into things LOL. but also LOL if you think i’ve gone an entire year of quarantine without some imagined personal fantasies of joe mazzello (or steve aoki in the years before)(ramilicious can attest to this. she can also attest to most of these fantasies ending in friendship rather than anything explicit cause that’s just how i roll these days lol). the line i draw is i would never post these types of fics in a place where the subject could accidentally find them - you have to go looking for this stuff on tumblr, most fics are given explicit ratings and under read-mores. with the blacklist tags it’s pretty easy to filter things out. its even easier to add filters to ao3 searches. i am NOT going to do something like message steve aoki and say ‘yeah i watched that movie Ibiza like five times, here is my 1k fic where you’re the dj and i’m the one night stand’. but obviously people still enjoy imagining scenarios like these otherwise movies like Ibiza wouldn’t exist?

for art, i consider anything already on display up for grabs, we all know a certain person’s ass is all over the place...all you have to do is google ‘need for speed’ and rami’s name. HOWEVER, in the case of actors i personally would not draw anything more explicit than what’s already there. i’m not gonna draw full frontal nudity for rami (unless he gifts us with it in a movie, i suppose) or anyone. this is 100% a personal choice for me.

i was a sophomore or junior in college when i volunteered as a figure drawing monitor where i’d time the nude model’s poses and help them set up the stage and lighting and such. there was this one guy in his mid forties probably, a regular who came every week, and i always thought of him fondly till one day (the day after i ran into my Hot Programming TA during dinner and later sent him an email begging him to go on a date with me because i was desperate for kissing experience)(and Hot Programming TA emailed me back within minutes saying yes) this artist guy who i saw all the time and thought i knew fairly well, decided to draw me instead of the model. which would have been fine except he drew me naked. i was NOT naked at the time, i was wearing a shirt, and a bra, and a full prairie skirt with alternating calico and floral patterns. he drew what he imagined was underneath all that. he came up to me after the figure drawing session and showed me his drawings and told me i had been ‘glowing’ and my response was to laugh it off awkwardly and get the hell out of there as soon as i gave the model their pay check. but inwardly i was thinking a) i was NOT glowing for this creepy man twice my age and b) i did NOT give him consent to sexualize my body under my clothes and then SHOW me that objectification. i never said anything to him or anything else, i continued to be the monitor, and i continued to field off creepy advances from him including multiple job offers, but when i finally realized i could just...stop..and i passed the student volunteer monitor job on to my friend naeem, i also realized that what that older male artist did was NOT ok in my book. and it was probably not something he would do while naeem was monitoring.

nowadays im working in an industry that regularly objectifies female bodies. in the past year alone i have had to deal with requests to make breasts bigger, i have been given character rigs that in addition to the usual elbow, knee, and spine joints also have ‘nipple’ joints but ONLY for the women (to make them jiggle for animation), every time i send out a female pose i get it back with notes that push it further into the sexy type of body language reserved for women (twist the spine more! sway the back more! give it ‘energy!’), i have been told to erase wrinkles and fat and pores but ONLY for the women (men you ADD pores bc realism! and manliness!) and this is all me working for a company that is actually fairly progressive in terms of sexism compared to OTHER studios.

like it or not, sexual objectification is a huge part of specifically women’s lives and how we react to that is our business. for me, turning the tables and putting men on display feels like fair’s fair. i cant stop the men from doing it, so if i want to enjoy sexualizing male bodies, damn it im gonna! like dang it, boy do i want to send steve aoki a thank you note every time he posts a video of himself doing those ice baths during the sunset golden hour bc holy shit gorgeous or working out in his gym wearing VERY little clothes, but i dont because i know what its like when someone imposes their personal fantasies on the subject. or, god, there was that time i had to unfollow nicole’s insta for a while bc i had a very explicit dream about her and realized, shit, i need to take a break and get my emotions under control before i can refollow. and god some of the stuff i see dudes sending her during her live videos on mental illness/meditation is TOTALLY gross and not something they should be confronting her with. and she’s not even ‘famous’ famous. or how some fans send their idols explicit direct messages without consent. THAT feels inappropriate to me.

a part of me feels like i shouldn’t have to defend this. men don’t. they’re even encouraged in mass media to sexualize women. but i also recognize the importance of talking about consent. the importance of recognizing that a celebrity deserves to have their boundaries respected. these are my lines in fandom. other people have different lines they won’t cross, and that’s okay to me. i block or blacklist any blogs or tags i think go over the top.

heck, even in fandom-only spaces i still try to keep my own more sexual fantasies off this blog and only in private messages with my friends and mutuals, and i feel like that might come across as unintentionally prudish or judgmental sometimes. i’m not ‘horny on main’ very often. but like...every time i reblog that particular ‘washing machine’ gif of joe mazzello am i thinking about him naked and thinking about how he’s got very loooooong feet, and ‘gee i wonder if that means /other/ things are Too Big for my tastes’ but also ‘gosh wouldnt that make a pretty picture to draw’???? hell yeah.

i dont know who is gonna actually read this essay but yolo i guess :)

#journal shit

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blueluneacy · 4 years

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Please do more smut with yandere Part 4 Joot and his friend(now unwilling lover) s/o!! Please also make him talk dirty bc for some reason it suits him in this situation.

Ohhh, interesting indeed! The relationship is at least fun to explore!

This is the Last part, but it’s not SUPER necessary to understand this, i think. Up to you, really!

Warnings are: dub con, breaking and entering, orgasm denial, yandere, blackmail

You haven’t left your apartment since the incident, preferring to stay under your blankets. Who knows when you would leave your bed. Maybe never. You couldn’t face any of it at the moment. Not the guy you accidentally stood up, your friends that helped set you up with said guy, and definitely not Jotaro, who was certainly waiting for you. You could tell by the 53 phone calls that you had missed that something was up, but you couldn’t really be bothered to deal with it. You emailed the professor who oversaw the lab that you were sick, and that was that. Maybe it was time that you start thinking about doing something else other than Marine Biology with your life. This in a sense, was a turning point for you. While you never had much of an interest in it, you had always been there for Jotaro. Now, you were ready to move forward with your life. Better late than never, I suppose.

There was a knock at your door around three in the afternoon. You sat up slightly, thinking to yourself. Should you answer it?... Nah. If it was someone important, they would’ve let you know before showing up. Probably some package you forgot you ordered, or someone the school sent to make sure you weren’t dead. They could send an email instead. You buried your head back into the covers, not hearing the door open and someone enter into your home. You should’ve been more attentive, maybe. Who can really say if anything could’ve stopped him from entering into your house if he really wanted to.

“You know, you really shouldn’t ignore your boyfriend like that. I was worried.” You sat up instantly to see Jotaro standing in the doorway of your bedroom, just staring at you. You were ready to snarl, immediately glaring at him.

“Get out of my house.” You replied, getting up and out of your bed. Jotaro only stepped closer to you, a small smirk covering his face. He seemed so victorious, it only pissed you off more.

“Come on now, (y/n). You can’t skip work forever. Don’t be like this.” With just a few paces, Jotaro closed the gap between the two of you, leaving you a bit nervous. “I don’t have to listen to a word you’re saying. All you’ve done is screw things up.” You growled, trying to turn away from Jotaro, but he grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling you towards him. You were about to spit out an insult, but Jotaro’s lips crashed against yours, forcing you into a harsh kiss. It was full of teeth and tongue, Jotaro finally pulling away when he needed a breath, harshly biting at your lip. You whimpered a bit at it, averting your eyes. Your embarrassment wasn’t enough however. Jotaro easily pushed you onto your own bed, climbing on top of you. You tried to thrash out of his hold, but Jotaro just pinned your arms above your head, leaning down to leave bruising kisses along your neck.

“G-Get off me! I’m not going to let you just do whatever you want to me!” You growled, only for Jotaro to bite down at a particular spot. You gasped, feeling yourself unconsciously tilt your head to give Jotaro better access.

“Don’t act like you’re so above this, (y/n). Not when I know exactly what it is you need from me.” He growled, moving to peel off your clothing. You gasped, trying to wiggle away, but to no avail. If anything, it almost seemed to help him get your pants off of you. Jotaro just raised an eyebrow at you as he freed his cock from his trousers, already plenty hard. You gave him a glance and simply averted your eyes, too embarrassed to actually look at him. Jotaro seemed pretty sick of your antics, scoffing as he began to rub up against you. You gasped. Sure, you had become plenty turned on (though you would never admit it), but before, Jotaro had stretched you out first. You tried to protest.

“W-Wait, what are you-”

“I’ve decided you don’t need prep. Not when you’re acting like this.” Jotaro just cut you off, pressing into you with one sharp thrust. You cried out, trying to grab the sheets under you as you teared up at the sting. Jotaro, at least, was kind enough to let you adjust, holding still as his mouth ravished your neck. God, at the end of this, your neck was going to look like you had fought off an angry racoon.

Once Jotaro decided you were ready, he pulled out slowly until just the tip was inside of you, then harshly thrust himself in. You squealed, your body involuntarily arching up at the feeling. Jotaro just smirked as you easily took him in, leaning down to put his mouth right at your ear so you couldn’t ignore him.

“Look how well you take me. Like your body was made for me. Don’t you see how much you need me, (y/n)?” He moved harshly, giving you practically no time to breathe. How could a human being move like that? You just moaned out in reply, squirming slightly. You wanted your hands free, but Jotaro gave you no leeway. This was a man on a mission, and the mission was to make you realize how much you needed him.

As your body came closer to the edge though, Jotaro slowed down, moving to languid thrusts as he pressed his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your eyes start to roll back as Jotaro sped up his thrusts just a bit. It felt like every time you started to get close to the edge, Jotaro would sense it and slow down a bit, leaving you to start to whine in frustration.

“J-Jotaro, pleeeeease…” You moaned a bit, leaving Jotaro to smirk just a little.

“Hmm? What is it?” You didn’t know how he could remain so calm during sex, while you were there, squirming and writhing underneath him.

“P… Please, don’t tease me. You know what I want. Come on…” You told Jotaro, and for a moment, he actually almost… Laughed. He released his grip from your wrists only to move to your throat.

“You really expect me to give you what you want when you’ve been nothing but a brat for the last few days? You have high expectations, (y/n), I’ll give you that much.” Jotaro told you. You swallowed, a pang of fear hitting your gut, but it was easily overtaken by your need. You felt your body go limp as you looked up at Jotaro, biting your lip.

“J-Jotaro, I’ll be good… S-So, please…” You batted your eyes a bit, reaching up to touch Jotaro’s cheek. His face actually… heated up a bit and his grip on your neck loosened. He started to move again, albeit slowly.

“Tell me you’re mine. That you love me, only me.” Jotaro demanded with a slight growl. You swallowed, considering it for a moment before a harsh thrust took out all of your sense of reason.

“A-All yours Jotaro, I love you! God, I love you so much!” You whined. Jotaro just smirked, beginning to fuck you with vigor. It didn’t take long before you reached the edge again, your arms wrapping around Jotaro’s neck.

“J-Jotaro, please! Gonna cum, please!” You cried out. Jotaro didn’t bother to stop, thrusting in deeply.

“Fuck, cum for me (y/n). Need you, need you to be all mine, fuck-!” He cried out as your body gave in, waves of euphoria washing over you. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, feeling Jotaro pull out to cum on your stomach, leaving you to bite your lip.

There was a moment of pause and the two of you gasped. It was astonishing to you how worn out you had felt after all that, while Jotaro sat up, grabbing his phone. You winced as you saw a flash. Jotaro had… Taken a picture of you, it seemed. You sat up, shocked.

“W-What are you-”

“In case you get any more ideas about breaking your promises. You’re all mine, (y/n). I’m not going to let you forget that.” He told you. You gulped as you looked away, nodding a bit. Jotaro just relaxed, pulling you up into his arms.

“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up. We can rest today, but tomorrow, let’s go back to school, alright?” Jotaro was smiling, but you knew all this wasn’t a request. You leaned your head against his shoulder timidly, sighing a bit.

There was no way you’d ever be able to escape your loving boyfriend now.

#jotaro kujo/reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro/reader #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba/reader #yandere x reader #yandere/reader #yandere fic #NOT SFW #My writing #writing #mine #Anonymous #dub con

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bisluthq · 3 years

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CWF SPOILER ALLERT

Nat I was the anon who bought CWF before you left and I finished reading so I was waiting for you to comeback so here it goes: the book just confirmed what I thought before: Melissa is a horrible person, I didn't like her AT ALL, not even the dog likes her lol she just has a terrible attitude about everything and everyone has to step on egg shells when next to her, also It really annoyed me when she finds out about their affair and acts all mature bc she admits she can't feel wronged cause she's done it a hundred times before but STILL got Nick back in her bed and tried to sabotage Frances and Bobbi's friendship and then go and acts all cynical asking Frances "are you and Nick okay? 😢 are you and Bobbi fighting? ooops I hope it's not bc of me 🥺😘🤧🤭" LIKE BIIIIIITCH FUCK YOUUU

I also thought the book was really funny sometimes with Frances witty thoughts like when Melissa thinks Nick is at the gym all day everyday and she's like "yeah that's what he tells you" I SCREAMED, also when Melissa send that long ass email to her and it's like "HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY HUSBAND BETTER? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT??? I THOUGHT MY COUCH WAS UGLY AFTER YOU CAME TO MY HOUSE !!!" and then Frances saying she wanted to steal her life cause she was poor and Melissa was rich, It was hilarious

Bobbi annoyed me sometimes too, she has a really know it all attitude and sometimes seems to enjoys how Frances is insecure so she gets to get more attention than her, at least that's what I got from it, also the power play like when she gets mad that Frances say that Nick and Melissa don't sleep together so she's like "...I know" and get all silence treatment punishing Frances bc she thinks only her knew that and didn't liked that someone else knew that little secret

I liked that the book dips into more serious stuff like mental health, toxic familly, self harm etc I didn't expect that cause I thought the story was all about their affairs and I was really surprised, I really hope they show that on the series cause it's important

I was really indifferent about Frances Idk why, sometimes she annoyed me but most of the time I felt bad for her but got back to being indifferent cause she's always makking stupid decisions and putting herself in horrible situations, it's literally no one else's fault, but I liked that at some point she was aware that she had a problem and Bobbi tells her that she should get therapy and that she's not above that cause really no one is and it could be so helpfull

I'm biased cause of Joe etc, I read the whole book picturing him as Nick so I don't have anything bad to say about him, I was heart eyes emoji to him throghout the entire story cause he's just so... nice, like even during the sex scenes he's the nicest guy ever, he wants Frances so bad and treats her so good and it's so understanding of her problems (like when she cries during sex) and doesn't make things weird, he's definitely a pisces and probably the love of my life

It was an amazing book and I don't think I'm gonna be able to wait a whole ass year to see the show, probably gonna read it againg during this time... also the video of Melissa and Nick singing Baby It's Cold Outside was pre Nick's depression I think, cause when Evelyn posts it she says something like "look what I found!" but yeah it's gonna be awesome if they put that in cause we get to see Joe singing for the first time

Lol Bae read it while we were chatting and is already rereading. The Power™️ of that book lolol.

#nat talks cwf

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onceuponaloonatic · 4 years

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surrogate au: im sure teachers cant be the teacher to their kids, especially in schools.. what if sana has to call minayeon and ask if theyre willing to pull saki out of her class bc otherwise she has to be the one changing classes. let's start the drama *evil laughs

When Sana realized who Saki was, she knew she had a problem. Not just because of who Saki was or who her parents were. She knew she had a conflict of interest. There wasn’t technically any rule limiting teachers from teaching their own children, but it was still frowned upon and Sana knew she would make sure Nico was never put in her class. Though in most ways Saki was not her own child. But in a different way, she was Sana’s biological child and there was a good chance she would have a conflict of interest. She could convince herself that she wouldn’t give Saki favoritism. She just knew herself well enough to know she couldn’t be completely unbiased as hard as she tried. And she thought that wouldn’t be fair to the other kids.

So she faced a dilemma. It wasn’t like she could go up to her boss and just tell him Saki was her biological child she hasn’t seen since she gave her up for adoption. Even if he did approve it they still had to call Mina and Nayeon and explain the situation to them, which meant Sana would have to talk to them through the administrators, which could be a pain. If she had to talk to Mina and Nayeon, she would rather not have the administrators involved, at least in their first conversation in six years. Sana had been too nervous to talk to them over the phone, instead sending them an email. She had received a message from Nayeon back, but she knew it was from her secretary. She handled most of Nayeon’s emails for her, and Sana knew how Nayeon typed. Her secretary had confirmed a time, the whole process feeling very impersonal. The meeting had been arranged for the next day after school, giving Sana some time to think about what she was going to say to Mina and Nayeon. She thought about it a lot, no matter how much she tried to busy herself with her newborn daughter her brain kept drifting back to Mina and Nayeon. Sana didn’t sleep much, she spent the whole night holding Nico’s tiny hand while she slept. She cared for Nico when her little one needed her, but when she was asleep Sana just went through different scenarios in her head. She thought about what to say, how she would say it. She wondered if she should try to stay strictly professional, or if she should talk to them. She didn’t know. Plus she still hadn’t fully processed the fact Saki was back in her life.

She liked the name Saki. It was adorable. It meant blossom, and Sana had always thought highly of the name. She wondered what Saki’s sisters' names were. She had heard her mention her sisters, and she remembered overhearing the other teachers talking about how crazy it was they had quadruplets at their school and how rare they were. According to the other teachers, two of them were even in the same class, and the other was in a different class. Sana wondered who was the older, who was the youngest. Who was each of the nicknames she had given them when she was pregnant with them. She still remembers all of the little nicknames she had for each of them. Before Sana knew it, it was morning. Momo teased her for being an overbearing mother while Sana sipped her second cup of coffee before work. Momo took Nico to daycare while Sana went to work, and the whole drive to work Sana nerves built. She knew she still had a whole work day before she had to talk to Mina and Nayeon, but that didn’t make her any less nervous. She was incredibly nervous already.

Throughout the day, the nerves built. Sure a class of 20 six and seven year olds was more than distracting, but anytime Sana had a moment to think the nerves came back and hit her harder. Her hands were practically shaking as she waved all the kids bye for the day. While waiting for Mina and Nayeon, she tidied up her classroom a bit. She had to do that everyday, but today felt particularly important. Mina and Nayeon were just as time. Sana knew that was something Mina was always really serious about, and it was cute to her to think Mina still felt it was serious even with all the chaos of having four kids.

It felt a bit weird for all of them to be in the same room again. Sana was sitting at her desk while Mina and Nayeon were both sitting at the two kids desks right in front of it.

“Cute kid.” It was then that Sana noticed Nayeon was staring at the framed photo she had of Nico on her desk. Momo had a friend who was a photographer who had offered to photograph Nico for free as a practice to start working with kids, so Sana actually had quite a few good pictures of her littlest baby.

“O-Oh thank you.” Sana felt the urge to turn the photo away so they couldn’t see it. She didn’t know why, but she suspected it was because she wasn’t sure if Mina and Nayeon knew about Nico or not. “U-um she’s mine.” “I know. Saki talks about it at home…” None of them had been able to make eye contact. Things just felt so awkward between them all. “So you got married?” “Um yeah…” Sana cursed herself for lying. “I don’t wear my ring while I’m working, it can get a bit hard with so many young kids running around.” Sana didn’t know why she was trying so hard to lie.

“So who is it-”

“We came here to talk about Saki Nayeon.” Mina interrupted. “So let’s talk about Saki, yeah?” “You’re right. Sorry.” Nayeon took Mina’s hand. Sana bit her lip purposefully, she remembered how warm Mina’s hands were, and she cursed herself for missing it. “So, what is it?” “Well, this isn’t technically a school policy, but we generally try to avoid putting kids in classes where they are related to the teacher because well, there’s a conflict of interest and well we wouldn’t want any kind of favoritism here, so I was going to ask if you think there is a conflict of interest. You can easily request Saki to move teachers, I will sign off on it-”

“Why would she change teachers?” Nayeon leaned back in the too small chair. “She loves you.” “Okay, I’ll be a bit more direct. Do you really want me to be this close to her? I thought I wasn’t supposed to see any of them.” Sana asked. “I mean- it’s not ideal.” Nayeon sighed. “But I meant it, she loves you. I always knew you would be a great teacher someday.” “What my wife is trying to say is that we don’t think our daughter would forgive us if we pulled her out of your class. You are her favorite teacher, and I think she would be really upset if we pulled her out without telling her why. The situation wasn’t something any of us ever saw happening, but it would be more harmful for her to get pulled out of her class.” Mina explained. “Just, don’t get too close.” “Don’t worry. She is just another one of my students.” Sana nodded. “We all have our own lives now, this is just a temporary thing. I will treat Saki the same as my other students, of whom I all treat the best I can.” Mina and Nayeon both nodded at that.

When they left, Sana’s hands were shaking. She couldn’t believe she had just seen them both again. And that she had been able to stay so composed. What she didn’t know was that Mina and Nayeon felt the exact same.

#twice #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #im nayeon #3na #surrogate au

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innittowinit · 3 years

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (Chapter 19)

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Eret's been acting...strange Techno senses somethings definitely off

Chapter word count: 1726

AO3

Friendships were a complex thing. Techno had known that as long as he could remember. People come and people go, it was nothing, especially not to him or Wilbur. Inherently, they knew all they had was each other, maybe their other brothers would also always be with them but what they had together was a special bond. Neither Phil nor Tommy would ever be able to understand them the way they understood each other and that was fine, they had lived every day side by side, they shared almost all their core memories and so their rationality was incredibly similar because of it, meaning they could very easily understand each other.

Never had they asked for a friend that would feel the same way as the friendship they had with each other, and yet they always seemed to be asking for too much. That’s the part that confused Techno.

Never had they needed to be understood. Never had they needed something complex. All they needed was someone to accept them so why did it feel like everyone always ended up leaving? Were they the problem? It always felt like they were trying so hard so why did it feel like they were pushing people away?

You see, recently Eret had been acting….off.

He had been stumbling over words, fidgeting, leaving quickly with the excuse of ‘being late for something’, and taking hours to reply to any kind of message. Each of these things would be fine on their own but with them all together, they felt a little strange.

It didn’t seem like Wilbur had noticed the recent shift in behaviour yet so Techno didn’t dare bring it up, it wasn’t uncommon that he was overly cautious and he didn’t want to risk upsetting his brother over something that might not even be a big deal, especially when he had just started to get over the incident with the ticket booth.

“So....He’s been busy a lot lately” Wilbur sighed, draping himself across the couch and clutching his phone in one hand. Niki had insisted they add some stickers onto it since letting them live off a ‘boring flip phone’ (as she had called it) was apparently not okay.

“Do you think he’s okay? Maybe something’s going on at home..”

Oh. Techno was positive everything was okay at home. Of course there was a possibility that he was just being protective of Wilbur because he didn’t want anyone hurting his brother but seriously! In his opinion, if you had enough money to eat fucking burger king as a school lunch you were doing fine financially, and really, that’s all that mattered right? Money had always been the reason why their parents were never around.

It was probably just his jealousy talking but he had always had a bit of an underlying anger for people with a big disposable income, how was it fair that their parents had to work so much at minimum wage jobs that they could hardly see them just to keep them warm and fed and yet other families could have their parents around by the time they were home from school /and/ have extra money for treats.

“Wil, don’t worry about him.” Techno sighed, trying to choose his words carefully. He knew Wilbur was always more sensitive to rejection than him.

“He’s more..social than we are, he probably just has other friends that he doesn’t want to ignore or something”

“Maybe.. I wish he’d tell us though, I don’t like being left on read”

With a sigh and a gentle prod for him to sit up a bit more, Techno wrapped an arm around Wilbur, feeling how he melted into the contact straight away. Of course it hurt Techno too to be ignored by the one person they thought actually could be a good friend but he needed to put on a brave face for Wilbur. Of course it felt like a stab in the gut to have trusted someone so much to be able to start talking to them and then they just disappear but Wilbur needed him right now, it was obvious to anyone that he was the one with the bigger connection issues.

“Wil, trusting people is a part of being friends. We can talk to him tomorrow alright? And we can explain that it would make you feel better if he said his plans before disappearing”

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It was Tuesday night and other than a few memes she had screenshotted off of instagram and sent them, they hadn’t really heard much at all from Eret. She hadn’t hung around them long enough at school for either of them to really bring it up with her and honestly, Techno was getting incredibly worried about what was going on. He’d never had a real friend like this before, of course Skeppy always made him laugh but he was family so he didn’t count, if he messed up with family he knew as long as they weren’t adults they’d still love him afterwards, friends worked differently though. He had his Hypixel friends too but they didn’t count either since they were online and he could type to them on days when he was struggling more. By now he’d known them so long they were basically family, they’d all taken hours out of their own time to research Techno’s problems to try and be as accommodating as possible- all in all he really couldn't compare them with Eret.

It was tricky and he knew communication was one of the more important parts, which was ironically what he struggled with the most. Maybe on one of his worse-off days, where he normally would have had Wilbur doing most of the talking for him, Eret had assumed he was angry with her or giving her the silent treatment, maybe she had taken offence to the fact that Wilbur and Techno were very obviously closer than she was with each one of them. The thought that somehow they might have made her feel left out made him feel a little sick, had they not explained well enough what had led to this point? Maybe it was selfish for them to relish in the fact that she rarely bugged them for explanations.

All in all, Techno was sure they had done something for the sudden shift in attitude and, not wanting to make Wilbur feel worse than he already did, he wasn’t sure who could help him.

Maybe he could wait up until his parents got home? People on TV were always getting advice from them but then again.. His family wasn’t really like those on tv, if he was being honest he was half sure he’d be yelled at for being awake before he could have a chance to ask for help.

He could also ask Phil, but then again Phil was already beyond stressed trying to make sure they were all okay, he really didn’t want to bother him. Niki was closer to Wilbur than she was with him and he was sure his hypixel friends were all still at school because of the time zone difference.

The only other person he could really think of talking to about this was Skeppy, and so, hopping out of bed, trying his hardest not to make too much noise and wake up Wilbur, he made his way to the PC.

11:36PM

From what he knew, Skeppy usually stayed up late and slept so late he often missed his bus anyway so he probably was still up.

Clicking onto discord, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the green dot next to his cousin's icon, immediately messaging him.

11:36 OrphanDestroyer: Hey nerd

11:36 OrphanDestroyer: U awake?

It took a few minutes for him to answer, Techno was just about ready to give up and accept he had just chosen the one night he may have gone to bed on time to try and message him.

11:42 japanesesymbolforbeginner: 1 sec ina call wiv bbh

Writing ‘bbh’ off as one of Skeppy’s friends he had forgotten to tell them about, Techno waited patiently for Skeppy to say he was free.

11:46 japanesesymbolforbeginner: ok im done, what you need

11:46 OrphanDestroyer: SO

11:46 OrphanDestroyer: Do you remember Eret?

11:48 OrphanDestroyer: Okay well basically for like the past few days he’s been ignoring me and Wilbs and I’m really really worried we offended him or something like maybe we hurt him or he’s mad or maybe he decided he's too good to be friends with us which tbh I don't blame him for because we kinda are losers and maybe people won't be friends with him because he's friends with us or something? Idk idk I just really wish he’d tell us something because like Wil is freaking out and idk what to tell him, he really struggles with this kinda stuff and I wanna help but idk how.

11:48 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Ok...fuck

11:48 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Has he replied to any messages or anything? Maybe he’s busy?

11:48 OrphanDestroyer: Not really

11:49 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Okay okay so here’s what I think you should do

11:49 japanesesymbolforbeginner: If he’s ignoring you you're gonna need to confront him next time you see him and don’t just agree when he makes an excuse to leave, like say you NEED to talk

11:50 japanesesymbolforbeginner: If u think he’s offended bc sometimes you don't speak a lot maybe just message him some resources or whatever on the type of mutism you deal with, even if he doesn’t reply he’ll probably still open it.

11:50 japanesesymbolforbeginner: like he might just be in the position where he’s nervous he’ll offend you if he asks something about it? Like maybe he doesn't understand fully and he just needs one of you to open the discussion

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: okay you're probably right

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: There’s a link I have to one I normally email teachers whenever we have a new one so i'll probably send him that

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: Tomorrow though, my dads gonna be home soon and he’ll kill me if im still awake

11:51 japanesesymbolforbeginner: aight, night Techno, good luck and btw you're all always welcome to come over if things get tense over there with ur parents

#sbi #sleepyboisinc #dream team #sleep bois inc #fanfiction #fanfic #mcyt #technoblade #wilbur #wilbur soot #dream smp #au

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