#ok i say food deprived as if i do not have like. the money to buy food but alas

[swallowtail-ageha]

Got a reel about how to make palestinian nutella at 11 pm you cant do this shit to my food deprived ass

[xtaketwox]

It Looks As Though You're Letting Go - Chapter 2

Summary: Everyone is born with an arrow on the back of their hand which points to their soulmate at midnight on their eighteenth birthday. After her parents' disastrous marriage and her father's subsequent depression following her mother's death, Nesta realized a soulmate is nothing more than guaranteed heartache and ruination. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she packs up her car and leaves her family and life behind forever. What she doesn't count on, however, is having a soulmate like Cassian, who may be the one to prove to her that a soulmate is what she needs.

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Chapter Word Count: 4514

Based on this prompt

Read on AO3, Fic Masterlist

@nessianweek

Chapter 2

Cassian had returned to work the day after that disastrous dinner, figuring it was best to give Nesta some time to cool off. He supposed he had sort of ambushed her when she was both sleep and food deprived. Based on her sudden temper, he must have hit a sore spot for her. She likely wasn’t used to anyone taking care of her. 

Given his own background—living in poverty with his mother while his father ignored Cassian’s very existence until her death forced him to provide a home for his son—he could understand the hesitancy to accept help. He’d give her a couple days to orient herself in her new life and then he’d send her a text. Perhaps he had simply overstepped and moved too quickly. 

Not contacting her for two days proved more difficult than he expected, but when forty-eight hours had finally passed, he sent her a text.

C: Hey Nes. Just wanted to say sorry for overstepping. I hope you’re ok.

He held his breath, waiting for her to reply, but after several minutes he set his phone down. She was probably busy. He didn’t really know her work schedule. Maybe she worked the evening shift sometimes. 

Several hours later, when his phone pinged during his workout, he hastily dropped his weights and grabbed his phone. 

N: It’s fine.

He chuckled. 

C: That’s all the response I get? N: What, do you want a medal for apologizing? C: Not a medal, but maybe something more than “it’s fine.” N: Sorry to disappoint, but that’s all you get.

Cassian smiled, waving away the guy who asked if he was done with the weights as he walked over to a bench and sat down.

C: I can see I’m going to have to work hard to get back into your good graces. N: Who said you were in my good graces to begin with? C: I saw you making heart eyes at me.

He could practically hear her snort from here.

N: You’re delusional if you think I look at you with anything but contempt. C: If I had to guess, I’d say contempt is your love language, so I’ll take that as a compliment. N: 🙄 C: 😘

She didn’t respond after that, but Cassian still couldn’t keep the smile off his face. At least she was talking to him again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the following couple of weeks Cassian and Nesta kept up a steady stream of texts. Cassian tried to force himself to keep from visiting her again, to simply text her, but by the end of the second week, he was itching to see her again. Deciding it was best to warn her he was coming, he shot her a text as he got into his car, not waiting for a response before he headed to her. 

When he reached her apartment, he texted that he was there. 

N: The door’s unlocked.

He frowned as he walked through the door, locking it behind him, and headed up the stairs. He knocked lightly before entering. 

“You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked—” His reprimand died on his lips when he looked around at the now fully furnished loft. The furniture was all clearly second hand, but also seemed to be good quality. 

He looked over at her where she sat at a table drinking something hot from a mug. “You’ve clearly been busy. Where’d you get all this?”

He walked over to sit opposite her as she shrugged. “I figured I might as well put your tip money to good use.”

He chuckled, looking around. “This is definitely more than my tip money.”

“I’m a good waitress.”

His heart skipped a beat at the smirk on her face. God she was beautiful. “I know you are.”

After a beat, she set down her mug. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He swallowed, feeling his face heat. He couldn’t very well tell her he was desperate to see her. She would probably take it as a sign that their bargain was broken and make him leave. 

“Friends hang out.”

She tilted her head. “Are we friends?”

He leaned back in his chair. “I text you more than most of my friends, so yeah, we’re friends.”

She just hmm’d and picked up her mug again. Cassian looked around the room, trying to think of something to say, something to do to keep him here. If he played his cards right, maybe he wouldn’t have to drive home that night. He wasn’t opposed to sleeping on the couch, although it was definitely too short for him to sleep comfortably.

His eyes snagged on a tv. “How about a movie?”

He looked back at her. She gave nothing away as she drank from her mug. 

Just when he was about to rescind the suggestion, she shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

He stood. “Great. Any movie in particular you wanna watch?”

“I don’t really care,” she said, taking her mug to the sink. 

She was acting so aloof, he didn’t know what to make of it. Had he been reading into their banter? Maybe she hadn’t been flirting back. Maybe he was just a colossal dumb fuck for thinking she was in any way interested in him. After all, she had made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with a soulmate. 

He turned on the tv, ignoring the anxious thump of his heart, and scrolled through the movie selection before picking one at random. The couch was only a two-seater and he wasn’t a small guy, but Nesta still managed to lean as far away from him as possible. 

He crossed his ankle over his knee, trying to pay attention to the movie and failing miserably. He glanced at Nesta, finding her looking unbothered and bored as she watched the screen.

She turned her head and caught him looking at her. “What?”

Cassian looked back at the tv. “Nothing.”

He could feel her watching him for a few moments before turning back to the movie. He wanted to touch her so badly. He had been thinking of the brush of her skin so often it was a wonder his cock wasn’t chafed.

Knowing he was being neither subtle nor smooth, he put his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brushed against Nesta’s hair and he grit his teeth to keep from playing with it. He forced himself to keep staring at the screen as he felt the couch shift, waiting for Nesta to tell him to keep his hands to himself. When she said nothing, he exhaled.

By the time the movie was over, Cassian had no idea what it was even about. It had taken all his mental energy not to lean towards Nesta, to hold her hand, to play with her hair. If she hadn’t seemed completely unaffected he might have given in. As it was, however, he didn’t want to risk losing her, so he forced himself to remain still. 

They sat in silence as the credits rolled. He didn’t know how to broach the idea of staying the night without it looking like he was expecting something from her. 

He turned to suggest another movie when Nesta leaned towards him, her hands on his thigh as she pressed her lips to his. He froze as his mind attempted to catch up with what was happening. 

After a second, Nesta pulled away.

“Sorry—”

Before she could say more, Cassian, grabbed the back of her head, pulling her back towards him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding back a groan when she opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his. He reached his other hand towards her waist, pulling gently. She swung her leg over his, straddling him and grasping onto his hair. 

A voice in the back of his mind worried about whether this was a bad idea, about how Nesta would react given her rules, but he quickly shoved it away as his cock hardened. He groaned as her nails scratched along his scalp. He let go of her hair in favor of sliding his hands along her waist under her shirt. 

He thought he might die when she groaned lightly into his mouth as he traced his fingers up her spine. She broke the kiss to inhale when he brushed his knuckles along the side of her breast. He nipped lightly at her lips before kissing his way along her jaw as he gently kneaded her breast. Her sharp inhale emboldened him to kiss his way down the column of her throat, gently leaning her back. He sucked lightly at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, smiling against her skin at her sharp inhale before continuing downward. 

When he reached the collar of her t-shirt, she pulled away long enough to yank it off, tossing it to the side. Cassian’s breath was ragged as he looked at her. Nesta was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He glanced up, finding her watching him with a vulnerable look in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. 

When she visibly relaxed, he returned his gaze to her chest. He reached behind for the clasp of her bra, pausing to wait for Nesta’s nod before he unclasped it and pulled it away. 

His throat ran dry and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He curled his hands over her shoulders, his thumbs lightly tracing across her collarbones as he bent his head, groaning when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, listening to Nesta’s breaths to discover what she did and didn’t like. 

He moved to the next breast, repeating the process as Nesta’s breathing turned to near gasping, her chest heaving as her hips started shifting on his lap. He let go of her breast with a pop, sloppily kissing his way back up her neck to her lips. 

She whined in the back of her throat when her nipples brushed against his still-clothed chest. Her hands dropped to his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away long enough to toss his shirt next to hers before he returned his lips to hers. He would never tire of kissing her, of feeling the slide of her tongue against his. He groaned when she lightly scratched her nails up his spine, shuddering. 

Cassian jerked when she rolled her hips sliding over his very hard cock, an inelegant whimper leaving his lips. He felt Nesta smile against his lips and decided he’d whimper as much as she wanted if it made her happy. 

He traced a hand along the edge of her pants, dipping his hand into the back of her underwear to squeeze at her ass, pushing her harder against him. Now it was Nesta’s turn to whimper. 

He pulled away, both of them breathing hard as he looked between Nesta’s eyes, trying to decide if he should take things further.

Nesta swallowed hard. “Um. You should know I’ve never done this before.”

Cassian stilled. “Ok.” He willed some blood to return to his brain so he could think. “Do you want to stop?”

Nesta shook her head. “No. I just thought that was something you should probably know.”

“Are you sure? Nothing has to happen.” He meant it. Cassian wouldn’t dream of forcing a woman, but more than that, Nesta was his soulmate. This was important. She was important, and he would rather cut his own heart out than have her first time ruined by not being ready.

She smirked. “I know nothing has to happen. I just thought it might be some useful information for you to have.”

He huffed a laugh. “It certainly cements what I plan to do to you.” He brushed a hand along her spine. “With your permission of course.” He looked around. “Maybe we should do this on your bed.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow. “Getting ahead of yourself aren’t you.”

Cassian laughed. “No. You can tell me to stop at any time, no questions ask and no bitching from me. I just figured it might be easier to…move around on the bed.”

He caught the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Hey.” He cupped her jaw, willing her to see that he was serious. “I mean it. You can say stop at any time. I don’t expect anything from you.” When she didn’t say anything he added, “We can stop right now, if you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured at all. I can—”

He stopped rambling when Nesta placed a finger on his lips. “Stop talking,” she said. “I want to do this. I just—needed a moment.”

She stood up, walking to the bed at the other end of the loft, hidden behind a folding screen. Cassian followed behind her, his mouth going dry when she shucked off her pants and underwear and sat on the bed, leaning back against her elbows. 

When he made no move to get closer, she raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to stare all night?”

He swallowed, his gaze roving over her body. “I just might.”

She sat up and reached for his belt, pulling him towards her. She looked up at him as she unbuckled the belt, sliding it off and tossing it away before slipping the button of his jeans open. His breathing grew shallow when she slid the zipper down, hooking her fingers into the waist of his boxers and sliding his clothes down. He took over when she paused, her eyes growing wide when his cock sprang free. 

Kicking his remaining clothes away, he hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head so that her wide eyes met his. “Remember, nothing has to happen. I want you to promise me you’ll tell me if you don’t like something or if you want to stop.”

She stared at him a moment, the vulnerability behind her eyes tugging at his heart. Just when he was about to grab his clothes and call the whole thing off, she nodded. 

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I need to hear the words from your mouth.”

“I promise,” she whispered.

He nodded. “Ok. Lay back.”

She hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked, but propped herself up on her elbows again as he knelt in front of her. “What are you doing?”

He forced himself to look away from her tantalizing flesh and into her eyes. “I want to eat you out…if that’s ok.”

Nesta’s eyes widened before the corner of her mouth lifted and she laid back down. “Go ahead.”

Cassian smiled at her attempt at nonchalance as he lowered his head. He licked a stripe up and swirled his tongue around her clit, feeling immensely satisfied when she sucked in a breath and gripped her comforter with both hands. 

He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulder to give him better access to her. He tried not to let the fact that this was her first time get into his head. Instead, he listened intently to every noise Nesta made, to the what caused her to gasp, to groan, to bow off the bed. 

He slid a finger inside her, groaning against her skin as her heat wrapped around him. He was going to have to go slow to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He pumped in and out, taking his time as she relaxed around him before he curled his finger as he again sucked her clit into his mouth. She bowed off the bed as she orgasmed, her legs wrapping around his ears like a vice as she screamed.

As she pulsed around him, Cassian slid a second finger in, pumping her through the orgasm. He turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh as her body relaxed around his fingers. She whined when he slid a third finger inside, pumping slowly. 

“Does this hurt?” he asked, his voice gruff as he palmed himself to take the edge off. 

“No,” Nesta gasped. “It feels amazing.” Her hands scrabbled to grab his hair, tugging him towards her. “Please. I want to kiss you.”

He slid his fingers out, watching her as he licked each one clean before kissing his way up her body. She scooted backwards until she was fully on the bed. When he leaned down to kiss her, his stomach flipped at the sweetness behind it. 

He wasn’t sure how long they made out for, him in no hurry, before she wrapped both legs around his back and pulled away just enough to ask if he had a condom.

Cassian swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Will you hate me if I say yes?”

Nesta smirked up at him. “Only a little.”

He laughed, pulling back to grab the condom he had stuck in his wallet as a just-in-case, never expecting to use it. He tore the foil wrapper open and rolled the condom quickly up his cock before returning to Nesta.

She opened her arms and wrapped her legs back around him as he settle between them. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, cupping her face with one hand. 

“Stop asking me if I want to stop and fuck me already,” was her reply.

He leaned down to kiss her, grasping his cock in one hand to guide it toward her entrance. He caught her gasp between his lips when he slid in slowly. Pulling away, he held himself still, trying to calm his breathing as he gasped out “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He opened his eyes at her hand on his face. “It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered.

He swallowed, pulled out and pushed back in, a little further this time. Nesta’s head tilted up as she groaned, using her heels to push him in even further. 

“Fuck!” 

His head fell to her collarbone as she chuckled in his ear. “I’m not going to break.”

Cassian pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the slide as he pushed back in. He continued the slow slide in and out until he was fully seated inside her. He lifted his head from her collarbone, not caring if she could see the utter devastation in his eyes. He had never experienced sex like this. It felt overwhelming, knowing she was his soulmate and he was her first. He wouldn’t have cared if he wasn’t, but to know he was did something strange to his heart. 

He leaned down to kiss her again as he started moving, Nesta tilting her hips up to meet him. He groaned against her lips, willing himself to last when the feel of her was driving him out of his mind. He kissed his way along her jaw, sucking her earlobe into his mouth and biting gently. She bowed against him, whining softly. He brushed his hands along her shoulders, leaning on his elbows. Her hands fell to either side of her head, and he trailed his fingers from her elbow down her wrist, threading his fingers into her.

He pulled back, staring down at her. Her wide eyes stared back at him, the moment so intimate, it felt as if his soul was being knit to hers. She bit her lip as he snapped his hips harder, now sliding easily in and out. 

Eventually, he knew he wasn’t lasting much longer and he desperately wanted her to come on his cock. He pulled away to sit back on his knees, trailing his thumb along her jaw and over her lips, pushing it inside for her to suck on. She swirled her tongue around it, sucking gently until he pulled it back out and began swirling it around her clit, one hand on her hip as he resumed snapping his hips. 

Nesta threw an arm over her eyes as she started gasping, her knees tightening around his hips. He picked up the pace of both his finger and his cock, all but pounding into her as he twirled his finger around her clit. When she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her legs shaking around him as she pulsed around his cock, he grabbed both her hips, his own orgasm rushing through him. He pumped a few more times before collapsing on top of Nesta, barely remembering to throw his arms out so he didn’t crush her.

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her as they both gasped. 

“That was—”

“Yeah.” He leaned his head against her collarbone, trying to gather himself back together after what could only be described as a life-altering experience. 

When he felt like he had some semblance of control over his emotions, he pulled away and gently tugged Nesta to her feet. He pulled back the covers of her bed, sliding in and pulling her down next to him. He tucked her into his side, his legs twining with hers as her head rested against his bicep. 

It was on the tip of his tongue to say something stupid, like I love you. He just barely restrained himself with the reminder that they’d technically only been talking for a few weeks and Nesta likely wouldn’t respond well to a hastily murmured love confession.

Neither of them seemed to know what to say, or perhaps neither of them wanted to break the spell between them. After several minutes, Nesta’s breathing evened out, and Cassian allowed himself to relax, drifting away shortly afterward.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nesta woke the next morning momentarily confused about why there was someone else in her bed. She looked up and the night before came crashing back to her, making her toes curl. 

She wondered if sex was always like that or if Cassian was just really good at it. Her face was mushed into his chest as Cassian had both arms wrapped around her, hugging her close in his sleep. She basked in the feel of his arms around her for several minutes before the reality of her situation crashed into her. 

She closed her eyes, dread dropping like a stone in her stomach. She was going to have to end it. Block his number. Tell him to leave. 

Tears pricked at her eyes, angry at herself for letting it get so far. She had known the minute she agreed to be friends with him that it was a bad idea, but she was so lonely out here with no friends or family, and Cassian was so sweet to her. She had known in her heart that sleeping with him would mean she’d have to break it off, but she had wanted him to be her first. She wanted at least one good memory before he hated her forever.

A small voice in the back of her head told her she didn’t have to do it. She could just take her chances with her soulmate, take the risk that things wouldn’t turn out badly. 

She quashed it. She couldn’t afford to take the risk. She had made up her mind years ago, and she had to hold firm. She could not let herself be that vulnerable, to take the risk that she and Cassian wouldn’t fight every day of their lives together like her parents, that she wouldn’t end up a heartbroken shell like her father. 

No. It was better that she end it now and keep the previous night as a fond memory. 

“Cassian.” She started to pull away but his arms tightened on her as he groaned in his sleep. She pushed against him. “Cassian,” she said louder. 

His arms relaxed as he blinked open his eyes. She swallowed at the open happiness there, hating herself for being the one to take it away. “You have to go.”

Cassian’s arms dropped from her entirely as he frowned. “What?”

Her heart thumped in her chest as she forced herself to look at him with steel in her expression. “This was a mistake.”

The color drained from Cassian’s face as he sat up. “What?”

She rolled over, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and pressing her lips together, willing herself to keep it together. She looked around. Her clothes were strewn in a trail across her apartment. Without looking back at him, she walked over to her pants and pulled them on. 

“You broke my rules.”

There was silence as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, turning to cross her arms and stare at him with what she hoped was a stern expression. 

“I broke your rules?”

She nodded. “I said no kissing, and I think we can agree that we did a lot more than that.”

She averted her gaze when he scrambled out of the bed, reaching her in two strides. 

“You kissed me first,” he reminded her. 

She couldn’t stop her wince in time. “And it was a mistake.”

“How can you say that?” he breathed. She couldn’t help but look at him, her heart breaking at the utter devastation in her eyes. She forced herself to continue.

“Because it was. We never should have done anything. This just proves that we can’t work as friends.” She squared her shoulders. “I think it’s best we end things now.”

“You don’t mean that,” he said, his voice hollow.

“I do.” 

“Nesta, I don’t know what happened to make you want to avoid a soulmate, but—”

“Get out.” She pressed her lips together hard in what she hoped looked like anger, willing the tears pricking in her eyes to go away.

Cassian froze at her tone, imbued with as much frostiness as she could muster. “Nesta,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion, “Please, lets talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She pointed towards her door. “Go.”

“Nesta—”

“Go!”

Cassian flinched and then nodded, turning to put his clothes back on, his shoulders tight. Nesta willed herself to uphold her cold exterior, to not give in and tell him she was sorry. When he was dressed, she walked to the door, opening it and gesturing for him to move through.

He stopped at the door. “I’ll text you later?”

Nesta swallowed and shook her head. “We can’t do that anymore. I’m blocking your number as soon as you leave.”

His already pale expression grew paler. “You can’t mean that.”

She forced herself to look directly at him. “We’re done. I don’t want to see you or hear from you ever again.”

Before he could respond, she shut the door in his face, locking it to prevent him from coming back in. She expected him to bang on her door, but she was greeted with silence. She didn’t know which was worse, that he didn’t fight back or that she wanted him to. 

When she heard him plodding down the steps, she walked to her bed, flopping back down on it. She grabbed her phone, the screen blurring in front of her as she navigated to Cassian’s number and hit block.

Tossing her phone aside, she curled up, hugging her knees to her chest as the tears fell silently down her face.

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A/N: This was brutal. This is the worst of the angst (although there is still more to come...just not as brutal.) I'll be updating again on Monday so stay tuned.

[davenportia]

let’s rant about everyone’s least favorite fictional billionaire, donald davenport

i know some of y’all are going to eat this up

TW

donald davenport abused his kids. i posted a tiktok about this and actually got so much hate for it wtf. people were asking what he did and saying he’s a good dad. you can protect your kids without depriving them of things like food and FUCKING GOING UPSTAIRS. they have NEVER left the basement. to them, that’s completely normal. and disney adds laugh tracks to these things like it’s funny? not everything on disney is comical and should be taken seriously. when leo asked “so you’ve never left this room?” chase answered with the fact that all they do is eat, sleep, and train, and then mentioned the shows title. when leo mentions school, bree chimes in and says she wants to go to school. at one point during the premiere, they say (c)”i want to go to the pyramids,” (b)”i want to go to paris” and (a)”i want to go upstairs.” what. the. fuck.

he wanted to send them off over one little mistake. when they went to school for the first time, they caused a bit of trouble. i understand getting mad, but he said they were to have no contact with the outside world after that. leo threw his party, and he decided to send them to the remote facility they almost went to in the first episode. dude, they have NEVER been outside. they’re going to make mistakes. instead of sending them off to fucking antarctica, why don’t you discipline and try to compromise. leo already loved them by then, and he was totally right to be upset. give your kids a chance. they’re like babies. would you send a baby to an offshore facility to be taken care of? exactly.

he is so fucking selfish. i mean chase went alaska (i believe) RISKING HIS LIFE to get davenport something he needed for his thermoblaster or whatever it was idek. when chase came back, he had a small reaction, don’t even remember what he said. when chase showed him whatever he got, donald got excited and went “MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY” and then went “sorry, thank you” and disney once again laughed it off. like tf? you gonna tell your son you’re glad he’s ok?

the entirety of ‘the rats strike back’ episode. think about it.

when douglas blew up the lab, leo mentioned the fact he’s completely broke, and he started crying. he said “i’m crying about the kids” which he obviously wasn’t. disney again put that as a joke. like your kids are missing, basically their room just blew up, and you’re worried about your money? then when the lab rats were receiving an award, he was working on an indestructible car so he could get some job from the president and therefore, money. “i might even share some with you” davenport teased. bree asked if he was serious, to which he answered no as if that were obvious. “so even though it’s OUR awards show, suddenly it’s all about YOU?” chase asked. “you know, for the smartest man in the world, it really took you a while to realize that” he responded. DISNEY LAUGHED IT OFF. this man. he’s a damn billionaire, why does he need more money?

every person he has ever met besides maybe tasha doesn’t like him: salespeople, krane, perry, people he has tried to sell his inventions to, and i understand why. he’s annoying, a narcissist, selfish, and not a good father nor a good person. you can say “he protected his kids” all you want, but he could have taken a different approach to it.

[michyeosseo]

What are your thoughts on the purpose of showing the fight with the director cousin? Like... was it just to set up existing tension between them before what will go down at the club or revealing something about semi's character or what?

"before what will go down at the club" wheezing at your wording negl is she gonna start a brawl

♡ the jang semi & her 바비 slay ♡

actually i think that storytelling choice 's a mix of jang semi backstory + plot table setting. find the rest under the cut, caps included~ ^^

no one can ever forget the 10min long confession scene, right? sprinkled into that is our first introduction to semi's background: still has a dad but basically raised around by her relatives.

doyi was trying to rationalize semi's love as mommy issues which our girlie refutes.

her rearing was also brought up in separate episode:

LOUDERRRRRRR

the mother* semi refers to is, as it turns out, her maternal aunt. (koreans call their relatives different depending on whose side of the family they are from, that's how i know.)

and this aunt of hers is the mom of her director cousin, junam.

the way she has him listed in her contact can be read two ways: nam-i as in a nickname or 남 as in stranger. i'd like to think it's the former.

the subs was saying 'only cousin' but what i hear is him emphasizing the younger sibling aspect more to his semi noona.

this circles back to the petty fight that happened.

semi starts but he has a Lot of misgivings: about how semi looks down on his family, about how semi looks down at him, too. just all-around disrespectfully cutting her off when it's supposed to be a family conversation.

the subs go a lil' wonky here going back and forth but clearly it's still semi's aunt that's being referred to as her step/mom...

y'know this is funny in the context of what her and chigang were talking about last time... they had the traditional big wedding as they're the first marriage on both sides.

ok so going back... the food slander is part which mostly earned the cousin that crunchy slap. i mean how very dare u think ill of food she personally cooked what the heck

not to be biased but i am definitely on our babygirl's side here. what's all the pocket money he's been decrying she deprived him off compared to growing up alienated by your own blood at that?

as for the preview, i do not really have a coolheaded response to that other than it seems part of the messy process with which doyi is reexamining her life now that it has been a week (yay!) since semi confessed she's been her heart's desire all along... could lead to angst/comedy/only-im-sunghan-writernim-knows

[amnotaqueen]

Mean To Our Son To Punish Me

My narc JW husband is often mean to our special needs son. I believe he often takes out his hatred of me on our son. He is so concerned with feeling like the unchallenged, unquestioned boss at home, that he hasn't any room left in his brain to be concerned about what is actually in our son's best interest. When he is especially mad at me or feeling like I'm questioning his actions as a father, he will act to punish me by mistreating our son.

For example, I'm the only one concerned about getting him to bed on time. I want him to have a consistent bed time at 8 pm so he can get enough sleep. Being sleep deprived aggravates his problem behaviors. My husband doesn't care what time he goes to bed. He thinks our son can go to bed when he goes to bed and will be ok at school having had only 5 or 6 hours of sleep. The more I try to reason with him, the more determined he is to make sure he stays up past 8 pm.

He bosses our son around. 'Go get me water!'. 'Pick my shoes!' I don't have a problem with our son doing things for us, but I object to the harsh, bossy manner in which he commands things to be done. If we want our son to learn good social skills, which includes not bossing people around, then we should demonstrate not being bossy for him. Saying 'please' and 'thank you' is very much socially acceptable here in the U.S. I have suggested my husband say 'please' and 'thank you' to our son and make requests more graciously instead of barking or shouting orders at him. He resents my suggestions and continues to be harsh. He is not much better with me.

He knows I want to protect our son from him and that I hate to see him mistreat our son. So he will set things up and start treating our son cruelly so that I will become upset. Today, he is mad at me I guess because I haven't just shrugged off his latest episode of ignoring me when I wanted to discuss the way he disciplined our son recently. He doesn't think I have a right to question his discipline as the head of the family. So, today, at our son's bedtime he started asking our son to do something he knew was challenging for our son and would take our son a very long time to do by himself and he didn't want him to be assisted in any way. He didn't want me put him to bed until he finished with him. He wanted me to shut up even though our son needed help and it was getting further past his bedtime. It was like he enjoyed having our son get upset and frustrated at not being able to accomplish what he asked of him, not being able to get his approval. And he was smug in his efforts to thwart my putting him to bed on time to do something that wasn't necessary right then.

It's important for me to make sure our son gets breakfast, lunch, and dinner with snacks during the day. He has told me that I'm a bad parent for giving our son every meal. He has tried to convince me that it's good for him to fast and skip meals. Because I disagree and won't go along with his disturbed child feeding beliefs, he has tried to leave with our son early in the morning before I had an opportunity to prepare and have him eat breakfast. He himself will not prepare his breakfast. He will barely provide a lunch that would adequately fill up our son and will ignore my son telling him he:s hungry. Or he will leave in the afternoon without considering what time it is, when our son last ate, when he will be hungry. He has been gone with him for 5,6,7 hours. Didn't buy him a proper meal because he doesn't like to spend money for him to eat, doesn't like any American food especially fast food, and he wants him to fast because he thinks it's good for the body of even a developing child who is 5, 6, 7 yrs old. My son usually doesn't tell him he's hungry anymore because he knows his dad is not responsive. He waits until he sees me and then starts begging for food like he's been starving all day. So I believe my husband purposefully allows our son to go long periods without eating when he can maneuver things that way because he is trying to punish me. How dare I not agree and go along with what he says is best for our son? He'll show me.

I think he tries to lure me into arguments with him by mistreating our son. He doesn't want a better relationship with better communication and compromise. It's his way or no way and he is right at home with bickering, yelling, screaming, insulting, barking, demeaning, and ignoring. He is like a spoiled, immature child having tantrums when he hasn't gotten what he wants.

[swagging-back-to]

serious talk sorry not putting in tags bc i think it'll be long

when i had such horrific body dysmorphia and self hatred i literally cannot describe it here or else I'll trigger like... everyone... i would see stuff like this and it would be devastating. like id be like wow ok so i am annoying. and then it would only make things worse.

id stop doing these things, yeah, but only because the thought of being obnoxious made me sick qnd I'd write out hundreds of rules in my journal about what to say and do and what not to say and do. like. it was really bad.

idek what changed it for me. i think it was being cheated on by some moid id forced myself to be with even tho 1. i hated him and 2. i am repulsed by males in every aspect of their existence and realizing at least im not as bad as him. really gave me a glowup moment for my confidence bc i just kept saying "wow im literally like amazing" and "im too good for this" for like, a week. when i stopped shitting on myself and condtantly focusing on things i thought were flaws i DID get better. when i stopped living like i was an actual cave goblin, i DID get better.

and now, as a confident person after multiple years of peeling away the onion layers, when i look back on my behavior as a (pre/)teen im like... yeah. that was hella fucking annoying. it was outrageously annoying and when i encounter people like that, even online, i get just so drained and honestly irritated. like. i one hundred percent understand what youre going through but also. idk. sometimes people really dont want to make the effort to change. i was that person, i wanted to get worse. i know dozens of people who are the same. and sometimes... it really is their own behavior and outlook causing the problem.

the more you joke about how shitty you are or how youre an asshole or how youre useless or whateverrrrrrrr the more youre gonna be upset. fact. the more you deprive yourself of things we know make life better, the more youre gonna be upset. this mostly goes out to people who could absolutely do these things but just choose not to.

like the adults bragging about not knowing how to cook and make actual food (and complaining about lack of money) who eat out all the time... even tho they have a full kitchen. or the people who vehemently choose to block out the sunlight. if you have migraines or other sensory issues i get it but like... you complaining about how depressed anxious tired and how bad your eyesight is while sitting in a pitch black room staring at a bright ass monitor 24 hours a day IS causing your problems.

and people dont like to hear that theyre the ones perpetuating the cycle so they get hella defensive but you really need to just try it. literally just try it. do the most that you can. open a window. drink a single glass of water. even one. dont eat nothing but actual garbage all day every day, your gut health is your mental health. do whatever the fuck else. but dont make zero effort. youre just gonna stay exactly where you are.

insecurity is boring. self deprecating jokes are annoying. saying nobody likes you is driving away people who like you. no one has the patience to perform nonstop emotional labor and they should not be expected to. choose to be less cringe <3

[summion7]

Professor port: all right dear students today we have something special for you! Each member of every team will be assigned to different regions of the world to assist with local authorities and Huntsman to get more experience!

yang:for how long?!

Professor port: two weeks. Now check your scrolls for your locations as you will be leaving in the morning!

Jaune: man this is going to be bad I can just tell.

Nora: you’ll be fine just that noggin and you be peachy!

Ruby:who says peachy these days?

Weiss/ Pyrrha: I do.

Blake: my mom does.

Ren: well I believe we should eat and pack before it gets to late.

Jnry:yes mom.

Timeskip 4 days later with Jaune .

Jaune:man this kattelox island is a trip! Few grim but they have these rever thing and apparently there is crazy ruins here and there what’s next?

As if invited by the statement a large explosion was heard going off. With that Jaune saw little Lego robots apparently robbing a ice cream shop! Wait scratch that one handed Money to a scared clerk.

Jaune: what’s going on here?!

Clerk: your just in time these little cuties blew up my freezer door because they didn’t want to wait for a lock smith!

Jaune raising a brow: really? Can you tell me why??

Servant bot:miss Tron is not feeling good and has been crying for a long time. We just wanted to see her smile again.

Both the clerk and Jaune were surprised by the reason and the clerk relaxed a bit.

Clerk:why did you feel the need to help this “miss Tron” dearie?

Servant bot#2: she is the closest person we can call mama!

Clerk turns to Jaune:I have insurance and they paid for the food can you not arrest them please?

Jaune smiling: if you like yes.

Turns to servant bots.

Jaune: would it be ok if I accompanied you back to miss Tron? Just to see if I can help in anyway?

Bots:YES PLEASE!

With that the group set off after Jaune reported the incident on his radio. 

Timeskip to Jaune arriving to bonne manor.

Jaune:wow this place is huge!

Servant bot: this way please.

The group moves through the home with their tubs of ice cream making it to a door.

Servant bot #3:excuse us miss Tron we have a surprise for you!

???:Go away! I’m just ugly and useless!

This surprises the group especially Jaune. This woman sounded around his age and to be honest kinda made him think about how he felt first leading his team.

Servant bot #2: please don’t say that miss Tron! We love you and think your the best!

Servant bots 1/3: yeah!

Tron:* sniff* your just saying that.

Jaune:I think they mean it. On the way here they wouldn’t stop talking about all your gadgets and robots and stuff!

Tron:really? Aww babies than-… wait who is that talking.

Servant bot:that’s mister Jaune he helped us carry the ice cream here!

The door was cracked open to show Tron bonne in her messy and sleep deprived state.

Tron: Dummies why did you bring a stranger here !

Servant bots: Because he asked us nicely to see if he could help us make you smile again!

Tron turns to the blonde.

Jaune: it’s true miss. If you like we can share stories and I could make some sweets or something if you like?

Tron:… ok I will give a a chance… for my servant bots.

Bots:Miss Tron! *Proceeds to hug the bonne.*

Tron:cool it ! We have a guest.

Jaune:heh it’s alright I grew up with seven sisters pda is no big deal.

Tron: S-SEVEN?!

Jaune: that reaction never gets old hehe.

The end of the two weeks later

Nora: alright i can wait to share stories with you all once my fearless leader gets back!

Weiss:Where is he away? He should have landed by now.

???:A-Hoy guys whats up? Besides me!

Looking up the beacon students she a large airship moving to dock at the atlas airship port since the other places wouldn’t fit the ship.

Ruby:holy tennis balls!

yang:really rubes?

The group sees the entry hatch open up to show the servant bots rolling out a red carpet. One of them trip near the end Making a noise between *squeak and clank*.

Jaune: you ok #16?

#16: I’m ok.

Walking on the carpet Jaune picked up the bot and placed it on his shoulders.

#16: yay!

Jaune:*chuckles* hey guys I’m back! And I brought back some friends!

Blake: and I thought mime flash mob would be the unexpected thing I saw this week.

Ruby:wait what?

Pyrrha: so who are these cuties Jaune?

Jaune:these are the servant bots. They are so innocent and I’m pretty sure they are almost indestructible. They work for tron.

Ren:tron?

???: THAT WOULD BE ME!

Walking the carpet was Tron Bonne the air pirate turned store manger/clerk before turning back to pirate. No longer was she the little teen who would be stoped by a dense boy in blue armor. Now in her place stood a beautiful woman of 5’6 with g cubs That surpassed both yang and miss Goodwitch and pleasantly plump legs. She also had hair the same haircut that extended to the middle of her back. In the words of slick goku “DAMN SHES THICC!”

Tron:I’m Tron bonne pleased to meet the friends of dweeb.

After introductions.

yang:so kinda wondering why did you all follow Jaune out here.

Servant bot#1: because mama didn’t want to be so far from dad!

….

Rwbynpr:DAD?!

Tron with a massive blush: s-sh-SHUT UP DUMMIES!

Jaune:wait you came to be close and bout open a second store?

Tron:Yes! Wait I mean No! I mean!

Jaune: your so cute! Never change Tron bon!

Rwbynpr: TRON BON.

Tron:Dweeb why! This is so embarrassing.

Jaune: hey I’m really happy that you came to be with me. How about I make up a picnic basket and we go on a wonderful date on a cliff that overlooks the forever fall forest?

Tron:… I’d like that very much.

Jaune kisses her forehead: sounds like a plan.

Turning to his friends.

Jaune: I promise to tell you all about my adventure but I got to drop this off and make a basket up!

Jaune proceeds to grab another servant bot and sprints off to the dorm,

Pyrrha falling to her knees with tears flowing freely: I I was to slow to confess! *sob,sob*.

Nora: I’m sorry Pyrrha I should have been a better wing girl for you.

Tron: so you like Jaune too?

Pyrrha:y-yes I won’t get in the way of your and his happiness. Just promise you won’t break his heart.

Tron:how about I promise to share?

Rwbynpr:share?!

Tron:listen I know exactly how you feel and I wouldn’t want to make any of his friends to feel the same way I did after megadweeb chose his blonde friend. Besides I’m a pirate I do what I want and I want what will make me and him happy. Can you make him happy?

Pyrrha: yes!

Tron:good. Hurt him and I’ll kick your but! Now come on we have a date to get to!

Pyrrha: r-Right!

yang:huh who could have seen the day that Jaune would have two girlfriends?

Nora: I did! I mean have you seen the arc booty! Of course a amazoness and a pirate would want it.

Ren:… true.

[3liza]

ok I ate eggs and fruit and tea I think I'll try another fast

one of the primary issues right now is I currently have no normal painkillers that I can take at all. I'm a paracetamol non-responder and always have been, ditto gabapentin. Lyrica is a good drug but it's not an NSAID and while it works on some kinds of pain pretty well, it also makes you high to the point of working being difficult at anything above tiny doses, which is a problem for me. my executive function and short term memory are so bad under normal conditions it's sort of like being drunk or really sleep deprived at all times. this is from PTSD, multiple incidents of hypoxia and brain damage. naproxen sodium doesn't seem to do anything. aspirin is brutal on the stomach so I haven't risked it for a while. opioids are borderline inaccessible anyway but even when I do get ahold of some they are unreliable in terms of kicking in at all, and if they do start working, they wear off twice as fast as they're supposed to. this is likely a genetic opioid resistance mutation that's fairly common in northern European genetic pools.

CGRP blockers are interesting but they don't have the speed or global efficacy of functional NSAIDs. they take hours to kick in for me, it's not the "30 minute get rid of a sore muscle" pill that bathroom cabinet painkillers are when they're working right. this means that the primary useful drug of the chronic pain patient is completely off limits to me. this has caused an unbelievable amount of snowballing problems, because when you can't interrupt the pain process it causes sensitization and your brain starts getting better and better about picking up and broadcasting pain signals, this is called "temporal summation of second pain"

the biggest issue is that Ibuprofen has completely stopped working. at any dose, with any combination of food, drink, fiber, stomach buffers of various kinds, it causes severe stomach pain and inflammation that lasts for several days.

I FORGOT TO MENTION YES I HAVE TRIED EVERY KIND OF WEED AND I'M ALLERGIC TO ALL OF IT AND IT PRODUCES NO USEFUL RESULTS. MUSHROOMS ALSO. SORRY IF I SOUND ANNOYED BUT YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE HAD TO SAY THIS OFTEN TO PEOPLE WHO ARE ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT IT AND HOPEFULLY YOU WILL UNDERSTAND

I already tried ketamine infusions and was sexually assault by my partner while I was k-holed, which ended up damaging me a lot worse than it should have because ketamines entire purpose is increasing neuroplasticity to the point that neurological pathways can be quickly and permanently rewritten, so experiencing yet another domestic abuse trauma inside the ketamine window was a disaster. at the same time I instantly built up ~$7000 in debt because ketamine infusions aren't covered by insurance. so basically I paid a huge amount of money to get even more sick. very cool.

did a 20 hour ban on solid food, my bad spells can often be traced back to the gastroparesis, some people have worse gastroparesis with food, some without food, it's a symptom and not a discrete originating condition in of itself. anyway I ate some yogurt but I kind of think 20 hours wasn't enough or maybe still having liquid calories was still causing problems

[hereticallyeverafter]

I'm thinking again about the "body positive movement" and how deceptive and negative it truly is. I fell down a YouTube rabbithole last night, ok? It's one thing to say you should accept, respect, and try to accommodate different bodies- that's true- but then they tend to veer off into saying you can eat whatever you want, "why yes I AM glamorizing obesity!" and it's just so stupid and arrogant because the science shows us that sugar especially and junk food in general is designed to be addictive, and it's exactly like alcoholics saying that they're fine, I can drink as much as I want.

Another peculiar thing is how BPM-ers, or FatTok, or whatever, will do is say that dieting grooms people for esting disorders... and eating an exessive amount of calories isn't?! Eating unnatural garbage foods isn't? What's "body positive" about depriving your body of nutrients? What's "body positive" about not taking care of it and exercising as you're able? That's like saying "I'm an animal lover!!!" and then leaving your dog in a crate all day. Fat Tok just irritates me because they're smug in the same way as people who watch the History Channel and believe aliens built the pyramids.

My tinfoil is that the BPM is a capitalist-driven machine that WANTS people to become obese, and ultimately sick. The Diet Industry exists to sell shakes and gym memberships. Then you have the Fat Industry (Big Fat, if you will, because this is a dystopian capitalist hellscape after all) that thriiiives off selling food, extra material for extra large clothes which cost more, customized equipment which costs more, high risk (cha-ching!) surgeries, specialized healthcare? Mmmmoney money money.

It creates a class of artificially dependent citizens- just like the alcohol during prohibition, just like the CIA and crack cocaine, just like the current opioid crisis. We're gonna create a bunch of addicts- doesn't matter to what- and we're gonna make the cure expensive and shame anyone who doesn't try to get clean....but if they try to get clean, we'll self-righteously snicker at them the whole time.

don't get me started about Big Agriculture and the cheese vaults

[talesofarcadia78]

Douxie moving in with the reader? Is this ok to request?

Yeah, definitely!

Sorry, my editor took a bit more time than I expected.

Hope you like it!

Beyond Any Doubt || One Shot

Bills, bills, bills.

Bills everywhere.

Douxie was on his laptop, frantically typing away how much money he owed people and how much he needed to pay for all his bills.

Douxie wasn't the type to ask for money from others, but it was an emergency. Now, everyone that he owed money too were chasing after him. And as for the bills, he couldn't pay all of them. Even though he had two jobs, it wasn't enough.

Tipping in Arcadia wasn't the best.

He tried to request the companies more time, but they all refused. If he didn't pay his bills on time, then his internet, water, electricity would all be disconnected. He couldn't afford that.

Many people tried to help him, saying that they'll give him money to pay everything and they won't ask for it back, but he denied any help. You, his girlfriend, even tried to help out but, as stubborn as he was, he just said no.

You were currently at the grocery store, buying some fruit for Douxie. As you were checking out, you noticed the Guardians of Arcadia were all goofing around outside. You smiled. They were finally having some fun after all the Arcane Order business.

Jim had pulled out Excalibur and is still the Trollhunter, Claire had gotten a lot stronger with her powers by the help of Douxie, we were able to save Toby, Archie magically appeared out of nowhere, claiming that he and his Dad had found a way out, Krel had gotten some headphones to listen to his music, since not everyone liked him blasting it out, Aja and Steve were happy with all 7 kids of theirs and Eli loved looking after them.

You walked out of the store and went over to the gang.

"Hey, gang!" you called out.

"Hi, Y/n!" they all called back.

"What are you guys doing?" you asked.

"We're all going to get ice cream," Toby replied.

"Wanna come?" Claire asked.

"Sorry guys, I can't. I need to drop these groceries off at Douxie’s. He hasn't been eating at all, lately," you shook your head.

"Do you need any help?" Jim inquired.

"Nah. I'll manage. You guys enjoy your ice cream!" you waved.

You were about to ring the doorbell, when you remembered that you had an extra key to his house. You pulled it out and opened the door.

You were greeted by silence.

Weird.

Whenever you were at Douxie's place, you were usually greeted by loud music but, today was a different story.

"Douxie!" you called, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

You saw the bedroom door fling open, revealing a sleep deprived Douxie.

"Hey, love. What 'ya doing here?" Douxie asked, walking towards you.

"If you haven't noticed yourself, you haven't been taking care of yourself, so I came to check up on you and give you some food," you explained.

"I've been taking care of myself!" Douxie protested.

"Really?!" you crossed your arms. "Says the wizard who currently is obviously sleep deprived and probably hasn't eaten in god-knows-how-many days."

"Well, I've been busy," Douxie said.

"I know, I know. But you have to take care of yourself as well," you said.

"I just… I need to pay these bills and give people money. I just don't have time,' he sighed.

"Well, leave financial problems to the side for just half an hour," you instructed. "And eat."

"Fine," Douxie grumbled.

You unpacked the groceries and placed them all in the fridge. You tossed a banana to Douxie.

"Eat," you ordered.

He gobbled down the fruit in just a few seconds.

"Wow. I didn't realise I was so hungry," Douxie admitted.

"Okay. Now, eat this," you said, handing him a sandwich.

"You're going to just feed me food for half an hour?" Douxie asked, his mouth filled with bread.

"Of course not! After you eat that sandwich, I’m gonna make you go to sleep," you said.

"But-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"No 'buts' or 'ifs'. You will be going to sleep, that's my order," you lightly scolded.

After Douxie finished his sandwich you pushed him to his room. You confiscated his phone and laptop and put them outside.

"Now, you, Mr. Casperan, are going to sleep," you stated, heading out of his room just before he grabbed you wrist a spun you around to face him.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Not until you kiss me."

He pulled back, waiting for you. You rolled your eyes and kissed him on his cheek.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you questioned.

"I meant- You know what…" Douxie leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours.

You were taken by surprise but you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and started to play with his hair, while he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Soon after, the two of you pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you repeated.

Douxie didn't reply, he just started to walk forward, making you walk back. Your back suddenly hit a wall.

Your breath hitched as Douxie leaned in for another kiss.

Douxie found your hands behind his neck and pinned them on either side of you, interlocking your warm ones with his cold ones. Archie came strolling into the bedroom, but he quickly spun around when he saw the two of you making out. Giving the two of you privacy, he walked back outside.

Sooner then Douxie wanted, you pulled away for air.

"Now, you're going to bed," you said, pushing him away.

Douxie opened his mouth to speak but you placed a finger to his lips.

"No more excuses," you said, "Sleep."

You pushed him onto his bed and tucked him in and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you.

You plopped onto the couch and opened up Douxie's laptop. As soon as you opened it, you saw a bunch of numbers on the screen.

That's a lot of money.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," a voice spoke.

You jumped and looked towards the source. You realised it was just Archie and leaned back into the couch, while Archie flew to you and sat himself down in your lap.

"Hey, Arch. How's it going?" you asked.

"Good. I, uh… wanted to greet you earlier but you were um… preoccupied with Douxie," Archie hesitated.

You blushed and looked away, "Uh… we were just… umm… yeah."

"Anyways, about Douxie," Archie started, "I'm worried for him. I doubt he has the money to pay for everything. I've been trying to help him out by reaching out to a couple wizard friends of his, but there's only so much that I can do. Y/n, can you please help him out?"

"Of course I will, Arch. I just need to figure out how," you replied.

Archie nodded his head and sat there in silence, while you were thinking ways to help poor Douxie out. You started to absent-mindedly stroke Archie’s fur, earning a purr from him. After a couple of minutes, your eyes began to droop and you stopped stroking Archie. Soon, you fell into a deep slumber. The familiar noticed this and looked up to you, before he realised you were asleep. He carefully removed your hand off of him and he flew to get a throw blanket for you. When he returned, he heard very quiet snores from you. Archie laid the blanket on top of you and let you rest.

Half an hour later

Douxie was up and refreshed, while you were still peacefully asleep on the couch. Douxie opened up the door to see Archie playing with a ball of red yarn on a window sill. Archie noticed Douxie and stopped playing with the yarn. Douxie was about to ask where Y/n was but Archie held a finger up to his mouth and then pointed towards the couch. He walked over to the couch and saw that you were sleeping.

He smiled. You looked cute when you were asleep. Douxie quietly sat himself down next to you, planted a kiss on your temple and started to get back to his financial problem.

After 10 mins

You started to stir awake from your nap. As you opened your eyes, you felt a light tickling sensation in your hair. You saw Douxie was sitting next to you, staring at his laptop while absently ruffling your hair.

"Douxie," you whispered, instantly getting his attention.

"Hey there, love. Had a nice nap?" Douxie asked.

You only nodded your head. You tried to look what Douxie was doing on his laptop but you couldn't clearly read what was on the screen since you could only see half of it. Douxie opened up his arm and you snuggled into him. You once again saw numbers.

"Handling bills?" you guessed.

"Yeah," Douxie replied.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

"Hey, Doux," you called.

"Yes, love?" Douxie asked.

"You know how you don't have enough money to pay for the bills. What if you moved into my place instead and put this place up on the market?" you suggested (idk how housing works, just go along with it), "You wouldn't have to pay for the bills, so less money to give."

He thought about it for a minute.

"Mordrax's miracles! That's a great idea!" Douxie cheered.

"Great! We can start moving your stuff tomorrow," you said.

You looked once again at the laptop screen to check the time, 4:15 p.m.

"Do you want some tea?" Douxie asked, closing the laptop.

"Sure," you nodded.

After drinking the tea that Douxie made, the two of you decided to go out for a walk.

You and Douxie were walking down the path, hand in hand, when you spotted Toby, Claire and Jim. The trio also noticed you and Douxie, and ran up to you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Claire giggled.

"Hey guys! What're you up to?" Douxie inquired.

"Just hanging around," Jim shrugged.

"Wait, weren't you guys with the rest of the gang?" you questioned.

"Yeah, we were but, they had other things to do. Steve, Aja and Eli had to take care of the kids. Then Krel had to adjust one of his inventions," Toby answered, "They left just before we got ice cream!"

"Yeah, T.P. here is just whining about how we couldn't get ice cream," Claire chuckled.

"I am not!"

"Well, why don't the five of us go right now?" you recommended.

"Yes! 'Mission: Get Ice Cream' is back in action!" Toby cheered, fist pumping the air.

You all made your way to an ice cream truck that was on the other side of town.

Jim and Claire were currently arguing over what ice cream flavour to get, since they wanted to share. Toby was happily enjoying his Nougat Nummy flavoured ice cream, while you and Douxie waited for Jim and Claire to decide. It was currently between chocolate and strawberry. The ice cream scooper decided to step in and suggest a whole different flavour to them. Thank the stars, they agreed. You and Douxie finally got to order. Douxie didn't minded what flavour you got, so you ordered vanilla, the classic.

Toby had already finished his ice cream, Jim and Claire were feeding each other, and you and Douxie were basically doing the same thing as the other two lovebirds.

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' little romantic session, but we should probably start heading back," Toby stated.

"Right," Jim nodded giving the last bite to Claire before he threw the little bowl away.

"Yeah, we should too," Douxie nodded, as you threw away your rubbish.

You all waved goodbye as the trio walked towards the neighbourhood, while you and Douxie made your way to your apartment.

"So, do you think Archie's gonna scratch my couch?" you asked, pointing to your newly bought furniture.

"Depends on how he's feeling," Douxie shrugged.

"Right, cause I don't want a scratched couch in just a few days. I bought that. I'll get something for him to scratch on," you concluded.

After you two had a discussion about tomorrow, Douxie headed back to his place.

Next morning, you had woken up bright and early to move Douxie's stuff to your place.

Right now you were cleaning around the apartment while your wizard was packing.

"Y/n! I'm done packing!" Douxie called.

"Bring your stuff out here!" you shouted.

Douxie came from his bedroom with a suitcase, laptop bag and a gig bag.

"You don't have much stuff," you commented.

"Nope. What are we going to do with the furniture and other stuff?" Douxie inquired.

"Well, we could put it up for sale if you don't want it. Or you can keep it," you replied.

"Nah, I don't need it. We can just put up for sale," Douxie said.

"Right. Now, let's get your stuff over to my place," you said, making a portal and gestured Douxie to go through.

He obeyed and went through the portal as you followed behind.

You were now in your living room where Archie was scratching the scratch post you bought for him.

"Hey, Arch!" you greeted.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Archie nodded.

"Well, hello to you too Arch," Douxie grumbled as he placed down his belongings.

"Hello, Douxie," Archie added and went back to clawing the post.

You lead Douxie to your room and helped him unpack.

After unpacking his things, you started to make lunch.

You were trying to get oil from the top shelf but you couldn't quite reach it. You were going to ask Douxie, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, bringing you back into a chest.

"Douxie, my love, I was just going to ask if you could help me get that bottle of oil down from the top," you chuckled.

"I have a better idea," he said.

You turned around to face him, to see a grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and took you out of your apartment.

You were taken all the way to Sam's.

"Douxie, you know I could've just made lunch, right?" you said.

"I know but, a date is better," Douxie grinned.

As soon as you and Douxie took a seat, a waiter came up to you two and asked for your order. Since the whole idea of coming to Sam's was Douxie's, he ordered. Not long after, the waiter came back with two burgers and two soft drinks. You thanked the waiter before digging into the food.

After lunch, the two of you hiked your way up to the Bluff.

"How… much… longer… till… we get… there?" you panted.

You seriously needed to get out more cause you were exhausted.

"Just a few more-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"Please don't say 'minutes'!" you begged.

"I was going to say 'metres'," Douxie finished.

"Thank the stars!" you gasped and ran the rest of the way.

You came to halt as you saw the beautiful sunset in front of you.

Definitely worth hiking for.

"So, you happy you came up here?" Douxie asked.

"Beyond any doubt," you breathed.

You tore your gaze from the scene to Douxie.

"So, you happy that you moved into my place? you smirked.

"Beyond any doubt," Douxie repeated your words, stepping forward and bringing you closer to him.

You stared up into his soft, hazel eyes, while he stared into your childlike, e/c eyes. You both leaned in and closed the gap between each other.

Now that Douxie had moved into your place, he didn't have to worry about money that much.

And you? You had company as did Douxie and Archie. A win, win.

Word count: 2, 625

[anxious2dsimp]

General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons​

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room. 

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’) 

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food. 

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

 BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like  👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

[natsukitakama]

Aww, you're so sweet!🤍 It's ok, I understand you, I have classes too so I understant that writing can take time. Well then, if it's ok, could you please write smth for Gojo x sorcerer s/o? It can be really anything - like their everyday life, how they going on a missions together, some fluffy or angsty stuff, literally anything. Hope you're ok with this req and I'm not making it hard for you since it's not smth specified😅

Author note : Hi there ♡ than you for requesting ! And also for understanding haha. It took me more times than expected because I had to read a little bit and watch again (not that it bothers me lmao). Your request is absolutely fine, I actually don’t mind when things is general it gives me more room for manoeuvre you know ?  

Warning : No spoiler since I’m still an anime only for now / Fluffy / Slight nsfw / some swear too I apologize 

Masterlist 

I already said it on my previous request but being a sorcerer means Gojo might be « distant » with you. Not that he didn’t find you attractive or enjoy you being around him (he craves for attention). But yes at first he doubted that you were interested on him because of him (he knows he is difficult to live with) or because of his position, money etc. But it doesn’t mean he won’t date a sorcerer. 

Times after times when you two became not only lover but friends, when he realized that you didn’t give a damn as much as him, when it came to sorcerer’s world. When he realized that you wanted to change it as much as he wanted too, I’m not saying that he would give you his heart but he will start to see you not just because he appreciates you but as a person. 

And that’s how he started to fall in love. 

Now being in relationship with you got his good point, you can understand (or at least got an idea) of his struggle as the strongest sorcerer, you can go on mission with him so it means you could spend time with him, both you can train together, he would be more confident too in the idea that you’re able to defend yourself (even if he would never let anyone curse put a finger on you, they would be dead before thinking about it). 

Before starting just a warning : not because you’re sorcerer mean he acte more like a grown up, no just give up on this he is bubbly and would remain the same, also he is possessive and hella protective no matter if you can defend yourself. 

That being said, how its like to date him as a sorcerer ? 

First, if you’re member of clan that mean both of you is supposed to go into the usual meeting, but since you’re dating him it also means that not only him but you would be late. It’s good thing that you didn’t give a damn (even if you hated getting late). So after getting scold for being late, you would assist on the meeting and well, one advise just don’t sit close to Gojo. He hates those meeting, he got him nervous, it’s source of stress for him so it needs something to relieve. That thing is you. 

It means that yeah he would tease you during the whole speech, sometimes he would tickle you, sometimes he would whisper dirty things on your and would lick it slightly, mentioned how he want to just throw you in the center and just fuck you roughly at least both you would be here for something, sometimes he went as far as to touch you and I’m not talking about him grabbing your hands : he would stroke your ass if he can have an access on it, he would stroke your thigh anything just to flustered you. He loves meeting because he knows he has you to keep him entertaining. 

If you’re not a member, he might insist on taking you with him since you’re still a part of the sorcerer society. Not matter what people would say, he doesn’t give a damn, if he says you’ll be here with him, you would. Exception, if you told him you don’t want to, or if you’re busy with something he won’t push it will whine and except you to give him extra attention and foods for letting him alone. During time like this he would sext you during the whole meeting he has no chill and no one would dare say something, he knows that and is not afraid to take avantage of it. 

When it came to you daily routine, do not expect anything out of ordinary. I mean if you can you would share a breakfast together, shower together (100% end up with your chest against the wall while he is having his fun with you) but then you would have to either go in a mission together or he would go for his teacher duties while you would leave for you own activity. Sometimes, you wake up with him not being here anymore cause he had to leave earlier for a mission, expect something like a breakfast ready for you or at least a little word on his bedside to apologize (also even if he is on mission, he would easily call you while fighting a cursed because he missed you, also whines a lot). 

When you two leave for a mission, there isn’t much to do I mean if you can manage the curse Satoru would gladly let you do your job while getting a little bit too excited because you’re way too hot, too badass (yeah he is like your number 1 cheerleader), if you’re taking too much time he would whine and complain though. Mostly because he wants you to do it quickly so you could spend the rest of the day cuddling because obviously he would come back with you at the Tokyo school once he is satisfied with the time you two spent together 

So if you’re taking too much time he would just end this like with a snap of his finger (that mother..) and while you’ll be angry at him for taking care of your business, he would just throw you on his shoulder while patting your ass and laughing at the same. 

Then you two would spend quality time together, having lunch, chilling together (movie, even taking a nap together) 

And then Satoru would be scold for taking way to much time on « easy » case which obviously he couldn’t care less, again he is Satoru Gojo what possibly could the old man (except getting on his never ?). 

Do not take me wrong he is afraid of being scold by the principal and you, especially getting scold by you. Cause it means no Mochi and Cuddle for Satoru, and he couldn’t tolerate that (deprive him from his precious Mochi what kind of torture is that ?). But then he would find a way to your sweet spot, one stroke from your cheeks, a little pout of him, and a little complain about how little time you two could spent together because of your job and so yeah he just managed time on his own. 

How could you be angry against him ? He knows he is cute and your weak for his puppy eyes 

But that’s is when you two could spend mission together, obviously Gojo is way more busier that you (still a teacher and a sorcerer) so he tends to outside more often than you even thought you’re pretty busy yourself. Except a lot, of chitchatting at worst time. I swear he knows when you’re currently struggling to hold your domain expansion or your spell and this is when he decided to text you about a video he saw on YouTube that make him laugh. And if you���re not answering at him, he calls you. 

Yes. You’re bleeding the shit out of you but that fucker is upset because he didn’t have enough attention from you he’ll FaceTime you at the worst moment.

Although sometimes when got bored during a mission he would flirt with you. It’s the rule. He doesn’t care that they are plenty of cursed around you, you’re hot and he wants attention

*cough cough*  sorry about that 

Sometimes when you got hurt during a mission and unfortunately Gojo wasn’t there to take care of that damn curse; he is getting really pissed. He won’t show it but everything can feel it, the tension is here all around him, everyone could feel so pressure whenever something happened to you. 

He barely left your bed even though you’ve been healed by Shoko, he won’t, he insists on watching you just in case. Will hold your hand during your healing process. After your accident, good luck cause he would NEVER let you on your own. Going to the bathroom ? He is right behind the door waiting for you, Going for some shopping he didn’t got money for nothing, don’t ever think about leaving for a mission either him or Nanami (cause he would bother him until Nanami decided that yes he would watch you just to be sure) would be their by your side. 

You mean everything for him. 

At some points, he would talk to you about his whole projet, about how he is about to kick those old prick out of the system and expect you to be by his side too (which won’t be too difficult considering most of them are ass***) 

Also, if students were kinda suspicious about you (like who could even be healthy enough to date Gojo ?) they quickly understand why Gojo loves you so much to the point both of you became their parent. 

So sometimes you’ll be there to take care of their lesson since Gojo in his good fashion way decided to be late or just leave to buy a new mocchi. You’re kinda became Gojo-sensei 2.0 

Everyone loves you and when Gojo appears to finally be the teacher he is, they all whine about missing you. Later than day he would whine while being on your arm, about how you stole his students from you. 

You didn’t you were just a better teacher than him but he is not ready for that conversation. So instead, you just stroke his hair telling him how wonderful he is, about how obviously everyone loves him they’re just shy about it. Stroke his ego and he won’t even be concerned about his lack of skills. 

[uncloseted]

i have no intention of ever having a job. i'm miserable every day at school. classes are fine sometimes when i'm in the right mood and i don't have to wake up too early and i don't have to stay there too long but if i have to study or do homework that's even a little bit complicated then i start to hate it again. i can't think of a single job that i would feel ok doing. i know you don't believe in laziness but i've talked to all kinds of professionals and really, i'm not mentally ill, i just

don't want to work, ever. i don't want to "work hard" or sacrifice or chase my dreams because i don't have any. i don't want to be a "wife" or a sugar baby or anything like that either. i just want to be at home and ocasionally go shopping or to a cafe or whatever. and i don't know what to do. i feel like there's either something really wrong with me or everyone else has been brainwashed to think that working is something desirable

I like this question! I think it's reflecting something that a lot of people feel but that doesn't get talked about very often. What you're describing is called "refusal of work", and there are various subcultures and individuals who have historically engaged in it. R/antiwork is currently a pretty large community of people interested in discussing the refusal of work.

The first thing I want to do is quickly make a distinction between "work" and "labor". For the purposes of this discussion, I'm going to use "work" to mean "jobs under the structure of capitalism" and "labor" to mean "any activity or purposeful intent towards a goal". The reason I wanted to make that distinction is this- unless a person is set to inherit a huge amount of money or lives in a place that's testing a universal basic income structure, existence requires some type of labor. Even if you completely go off the grid, there's still labor involved in finding food and shelter. But the fact that existence requires some form of "labor" doesn't necessarily mean that we all need to have "a job". And for most of us, there are types of "labor" that we'll do entirely for free. For example, I spend about 20 hours a week on this blog, even though I make no money from it. It's "labor", but it's labor that I enjoy and that I'll keep doing with or without a financial incentive (although please, if you can, donate to this blog 😂). It may help to consider what kind of "labor" you do for fun or what kind of "labor" doesn't feel like work for you.

Next I want to take a little detour here to talk about laziness and why "jobs" often suck. You rightly identified that I don't believe laziness exists. I think what we call "laziness" is always the product of other barriers, which is why often people who are "lazy" in one context are "productive" in another (for example, not wanting to do work but engaging in a hobby). Sometimes, those are mental health related (depression, anxiety, etc.), neurological (ADHD, autism, sleep deprivation, brain injury, etc.), or physical (hookworm infection, chronic pain, chronic illness, injury). But other times, those barriers are social or cultural.

Sometimes, people are "lazy" because they're experiencing burnout. Other times, they're "lazy" because they feel an expectation to perform perfectly, and feel that it's better to not start than it is to try and fail. Other times, people are "lazy" because what they're expected to do isn't what they actually want to do, or because they can't see the point in doing what they're expected to do. Sometimes people are "lazy" because their basic needs aren't being met (adequate nutrition, sleep, exercise, social interaction, fun). Sometimes people are "lazy" because, despite the fact that they work full-time, they're still not able to meet their basic needs. Culturally, we put a premium on economic productivity, without considering the contexts that might lead to a person being "lazy". As author Devon Price says, "laziness is usually a warning sign from our bodies and our minds that something is not working." I think before we call ourselves "lazy", it's important to ask ourselves, "what in my life isn't working?", "what are the needs I have that aren't being met", "what struggles am I facing that aren't being taken seriously?", "what structural problems are getting in my way?", and "what would I need to feel motivated in doing this task?"

This idea of laziness as a warning sign kind of leads me to my next point. The way we relate to labor in a cultural sense is inherently flawed. There's a lot to say about how we got here, especially with regards to cultural Calvinism and the Protestant Work Ethic. But this is already a long enough essay, so I'll try to keep it brief for now, and we can go more into depth if you're curious. Culturally, we've gotten to a point where we view our purpose as contributing to the economy, and our worth as contingent on how well we're doing that. We've set up all of our incentives to make sure that people are "working hard", and we've made it increasingly difficult to afford to live unless a person is "working hard". In the US, "there is no state, county or city in the country where a full-time, minimum-wage worker working 40 hours a week can afford a two-bedroom rental" and "a full-time minimum-wage worker can afford a one-bedroom rental in only 7% of all US counties — 218 counties out of more than 3,000 nationwide." Especially in the US, we live in a hyper-individualistic system where people are expected to succeed or fail solely as a product of their own effort, without any social support and without any acknowledgement that the playing field is not level for everyone. So we view the fact that people can't afford housing as a personal failing on their parts instead of a social failing on the governmental level- it's not that the federal minimum wage hasn't been raised since 2009, it's that people aren't working hard enough to afford what they need. That can be incredibly discouraging, especially when you're working as hard as you know how.

The deeper problem with this belief is that humans aren't really designed to be "hard workers" to begin with. In many ways, we're still essentially just large apes. We just need socialization, food, and sex, and we're hardwired to do those things in the easiest way possible. That's why our brains love superstimuli like junk food and TV- it's a huge amount of a stimulus we need (calories, socialization) in a way that requires no effort on our part. So when we're thrown into a situation where we're removed from the natural world, where our basic needs are being held hostage in order to extract our labor, and where we're expected to do more work than the average hunter-gatherer would have, it makes sense that we hate it. Capitalism is not a system that's designed for humans; it's a system designed for economies.

This dislike of work is exacerbated by the current, hyper-capitalist system we have, at least in the US. Many people feel that their jobs are "bullshit jobs"- ones that are meaningless, but exist so that people can be employed. I think a lot of us feel that the economy exists to sustain itself as opposed to benefitting humanity- this is especially true as more jobs become automatable, but the same amount of people continue to be employed. The promise of the Industrial Revolution was that people would be able to work less, but instead we're just working longer hours and more quickly.

I think Marx was right when he said that capitalism alienates us from the work that we do- from our product, from the act of production, from other workers, from the profit of our work, and from our humanity. We are one small part of how a product gets made and designed. We don't necessarily get to see how our product is consumed or how it helps people (if it helps at all). We're set up in a way that pits us against fellow workers for promotions, bonuses, and recognition. And the vast majority of the profit from our work goes into the pockets of people who are already wealthy instead of being distributed to the individuals who actually did the work. In 2020, the median Amazon worker made $29,007, while Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos's net worth grew $75 billion in the same period of time. If that wealth was able to be distributed evenly to each of Amazon's 1.3 million employees, each one would get about $57,692 extra. People feel exploited, whether or not they're consciously aware of it.

This alienation is one of the reasons that we're seeing the "Great Resignation" right now. Some surveys have found that as many as 65% of workers were looking for a new job and 88% of executives said that their company was experiencing a higher turnover than normal. People are tired of feeling exploited, not having a work-life balance, rigid schedules and work environments, low wages, and of job mismatch.

So what do we do about this sub-par system? I don't really know. Boycott Amazon and other billionaires' companies, for sure. But also, support attempts at unionization and attempts to take other forms of collective action such as strikes. Support universal basic income programs. Support legislation for better worker protections, including increased paid time off, parental leave, and fewer working hours. Support companies that have profit-sharing models in place. It's not a lot, but small changes eventually add up to big results.

Assuming that we're not going to be able to overturn a capitalistic structure within the next few years, though, what are the options for people who hate working? The first thing I would suggest is to figure out how much money you would need to comfortably live. Are you hoping to buy a house someday, or are you okay renting for the rest of your life? Do you want to live in a high cost of living area, or would you be happy somewhere with fewer amenities? Do you want to live in a city or the country? Do you need a car, or are you okay walking or taking public transportation? Are you planning on having children? How much do you spend a month on food? On other necessities? On things that you want but don't need? If you can figure out how much money you need to comfortably live, then you can look at your different options for making that amount of money as quickly and painlessly as possible. I would also suggest identifying what matters to you in life. Instead of what you don't want to be doing, I think it's important to consider what you do want. What are your values? What do you believe in? What would you do with your life if you weren't setting out to satisfy other people? Knowing what's important to you can help you feel more fulfilled in general, as well as to figure out how much money you actually need to be making.

In terms of how to make money, what are some of those options for people who hate working? You identified one of them in your ask - getting compensated for doing emotional or domestic labor through being a stay-at-home partner or a sugar baby. This strategy does have its benefits, especially if you like your partner. It allows you to live an essentially work-free life and to be financially compensated for things you would have done for free (such as provide emotional support, cook and clean, hang out with a partner, etc). But it can create a complicated interpersonal dynamic that can be a struggle to navigate.

If that's not for you, there are other possibilities. You could find a remote job that allows you to work whenever you want (such as most freelance jobs and many project-based jobs), meaning that you can choose when you wake up, how many hours you work, and where you work from. This gives you the flexibility to decide if you're going to go to a cafe or to go shopping in the middle of the day. This kind of work also allows you to maximize your time so you're reducing the number of hours you're working overall. Anecdotally, I've had times in my life where I was working about 10 hours a week and could afford my lifestyle through this kind of freelance work. For these types of jobs, you can also consider automating them- for example, I sometimes do social media management and I use an AI to generate Instagram captions so I don't have to think about them.

You could also choose to condense the amount of time you work. For example, some jobs are seasonal or contract-based - you can work for six months of the year and then take the other six months off, or work for two weeks and then take two weeks off. The time that you're working might suck, but it may be worth it in order to have more free time than someone who's working a traditional 40 hour week.

In a similar vein, if you can move to a country with good worker's benefits, some countries mandate at least 3 weeks of paid vacation for their workers in addition to public holidays. These include Norway, Spain, Portugal, Iceland, Austria, Denmark, France, Finland, Luxembourg, the UK, and Lithuania. In countries like Germany, most employers give their workers up to six weeks of paid time off, and they work about 27 hours per week on average. There are some types of jobs that will provide you with a place to stay and sponsor your visa, meaning that you can save a reasonable amount of money.

Another option is to become financially independent and retire early. This option, known as FIRE, is typically done through getting a job (traditional or not) and then aggressively saving your income. For people who are saving 75% of their income, it takes about 10 years of work to not need to work for the rest of their lives. For people who are okay with living a very frugal life or who have a high paying job, it's possible that number could be achieved even more quickly. That said, it can be difficult to save that much if your income is low, so this approach seems to work best for people with higher-paying jobs.

Finally, you could join a commune, other type of non-traditional community, or live by yourself off the grid. There's still "labor" involved in this type of life, but it may feel less like a "job" or "work" and more like living your life.

With all of this, I think it's important to remember that you don't actually have to be good at your job. You don't have to work hard or sacrifice for your work. You can leave on time and refuse to go "above and beyond". You just need to be competent enough that it's more of a hassle to replace you than it is to keep you- which is actually a pretty low bar in a lot of places. As long as you're meeting your deadlines and producing acceptable work, it doesn't really matter how ambitious you are. Thinking about work that way may help to relieve some of the stress that we associate with jobs and with working.

Some final thoughts. You're probably going to need to do some type of work, but it can be less painful if you plan well. Look for a job that feels meaningful, where you see the product of the work that you're putting in, and where you can manage yourself (or have good management). Try to prioritize living your life if you're not energized by and passionate about the work that you're doing. And make sure to take care of yourself first and foremost. The more you focus on your personal values, goals, and needs, the better you'll feel overall, and the less difficult working will be.

[agathasangel]

leave everything behind but me- part 1 (diane sherman x fem!reader)

Warnings: Diane is still extremely dangerous, TW for stalking, drugs, and illness (also brief vomit mention), hurt/comfort with a bit more hurt, this series may end up going in an NSFW direction but there isn’t any here, I really don’t know exactly where it’s going.

AU where pretty much everything in the movie is the same except the very last scene. Diane gets out of jail but isn’t able to find or contact Chloe. This is gonna be a series and probably way too long (I’m already writing part 2). Also I know there are a lot of Diane fics that are like this, sorry about that. But this is really fun to write so oh well. 

Summary: You finally got the courage to run away and start a new life. Diane gets out of jail. She can’t find Chloe, but created a bond with another girl, you. And she would never, ever lose you. After all, you need her.

You were finally doing this. You were leaving your home behind and never looking back. You never had a good relationship with your parents, and now that you had graduated High School your parents were constantly threatening to kick you out. So instead, you decided to just leave. You had found a town on the east coast (across the country from your home state) and you had saved all your money from your job for the bus tickets, and found a roommate online, Anna. until you had finally announced to your parents that you were moving out. They acted relieved, like a huge burden was just taken off of their plate. But you knew they were secretly upset that they no longer would have someone to blame every inconvenience on.

You sat on the bus, listening to music and looking out the window. You noticed a silver minivan that happened to have been following you almost all day and on two different buses. You wondered where the driver of the minivan was going. Maybe whoever the driver was was running away too, but was lucky enough to have a car.

The bus stopped in Chicago, about halfway to your destination, and you had an eight hour layover that you had to manage to stay awake for despite the fact that you hadn’t slept in the past 24 hours. You decided to go to a cafe that was next to the bus station to get some coffee to pass the time and keep you up.

“I’ll just have a large coffee with cream and 1 sugar, please.”

“Great! That’ll be three-fifty.”

You searched in your wallet before realizing that you were completely out of cash that wasn’t going towards your bus ticket or room.

“...never mind”

“Hey, I can pay for you, don’t worry about it.” Said the woman standing behind you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry, its no big deal. Just come and sit with me.”

You had time. Besides, you wanted someone to talk to and this woman was quite attractive.

“Sure. Thank you.”

The woman ordered and led you to a table.

“So, what’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n). And you?”

You heard the barista say “Two coffees for Diane?” and the woman got up

“I guess that answers that?” you said.

Diane walked over to get the coffees and stirred in the cream and sugar into both of them.

She gave you one of the coffees and said “Yes, my name is Diane Sherman. Are you from around here?”

“Oh no, I’m from the west coast. I’m on a bus trip, moving across the country. Fresh start, you know. And you?”

“I have been too, actually. Well, except I’ve been driving. Why do you need a fresh start?”

“My parents and I have a rough relationship. I just graduated High School and I didn’t feel like there was a reason to stay. What about you?”

“I’m sorry about that, (y/n). I actually lost my daughter recently, I’ve been incredibly lonely. I’m hoping for a new start, and some new connections.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Diane, that’s terrible.” You wondered what happened to her daughter, but thought it was best not to pry into this woman’s life.

“I’ll get through it. Maybe I’ll find someone else I can take care of. Someone who really needs it.”

Diane asked you more questions about your family, life, interests, everything. You felt like this woman had a genuine interest in you that you never felt from anyone else. You liked it. But as you talked you realized that the coffee wasn’t waking you up, if anything you felt even more tired. Maybe you just had to wait.

“I haven’t slept in so long, I’m so tired. Thank you for getting this coffee for me. It was nice to meet you, Diane.” You said, sad that your paths may never cross again.

“(Y/n), wait.”

You turned back to her.

“I have an idea. I have a motel room with two beds for tonight. Why don’t you sleep there and we forget about the buses, you can just ride with me.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve bought a house and I’m going there, but I can take you wherever you’d like, there’s no rush. I understand you may be suspicious as a younger woman when an older person asks you to ride with them and stay in their hotel room but I promise I only ask because, well honestly, I’m lonely and need someone to take care of.”

It was probably the sleep deprivation, but you believed her. You got into her silver minivan and drove to a nearby motel. When you got in the room you immediately dropped all your stuff and flopped down onto the bed, exhausted.

“Hey, sweetie, you can shower in the morning if you want to but you should at least change into pajamas.” said Diane. You found the energy to take your clothes off and put on an oversized t-shirt as you listened to Diane sing in the shower. You fell asleep to the sounds of the running shower and the older woman’s slightly off-key singing.

When you woke up, Diane was reading and sipping some coffee. You noticed she had also gotten you one.

“Morning, sweetheart. Now, I’m not in much of a rush to get out of here so just take your time. Drink your coffee and then take a shower, alright?”

“Sounds good!” You said, starting to drink your coffee.

“Great. I’m looking forward to spending more time with you, (y/n). I think maybe we were destined to meet. You without loving parents and me, in desperate need of someone to love and care for.”

“Maybe..”

You couldn’t explain why, but you did like this strange woman. She seemed kind, and she was very pretty, which couldn’t have hurt. The only reason you said yes to her last night was because you needed sleep so badly but now that you were fully rested, you couldn’t say you regretted it. You walked to the shower and felt a bit lightheaded. While you were in the shower you started to feel weak and you finally fell over.

As soon as she heard the thud of your body to the shower floor, Diane ran into the bathroom.

“(Y/N)? What happened? Are you ok?”

“I... I fell... I don’t know why.” You said, a bit embarrassed of the woman seeing your naked body like this

“Ok, let’s get you dried off and dressed, then I think we have to get some food into you.” and Diane helped you up, helped you dry off and took out your most comfortable-looking clothes and put them on you. This whole thing made you feel like a child, but you almost didn’t mind. It’s not like you’ve ever been taken care of like this before.

“Lean on me if you need to, I’ll come back for the luggage after you’re in the car.” You held onto Diane’s arm all the way to the front seat of the car.

“Just wait here, okay love?”

She got both your suitcase and hers and but them back in the car. You noticed that her suitcase that was in your room was not the only one she had, and she in fact had several suitcases, and lots of bags. She was older and more established than you, of course she had more things than you did.

She drove until you found a diner where the two of you could get breakfast. She helped you out of the car and told her to at least hold her hand while you walked.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, maybe eating something will make you feel better.”

“Yeah, I hope so. I’ve never felt like this before, I really hope I’m not sick.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

While you ate you talked, and Diane gave you a pill that she said might make you feel better. You took it and you did start feeling a little bit better. 

“Is it working? Do you feel ready to go?”

“I think so”

And so you left the diner with Diane feeling a little bit better. She kept her hands on you to guide you as you went to the car, just in case. 

“I’m ok now. But thanks, Diane.”

“Of course.” She grabbed your hand for a second and smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. Why did you feel this way?

Diane drove for several hours until you fell asleep again. When she woke you up you were in a hotel parking lot in a small town you didn’t recognize.

“Where are we?”

“I think we’re somewhere in central Pennsylvania. We have a lot more driving to do, but it’s getting late. Let’s get some dinner and get you to bed.”

That night was relaxing and easy. Diane ordered room service and you ate while sitting on her bed together and watching a movie. The two of you began to cuddle and you ended up falling asleep in the older woman’s arms. When you stirred early the next morning she was still holding you.

When you woke up for real, Diane brought you some coffee. 

Diane got back on the road and she asked you where you planned on staying. You told her you were going to stay with a girl named Anna who you talked to online. As the car ride progressed, the weak feeling you had the other day started to come back.

“That’s ok. You can stay with me tonight if you want.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do. I want to make sure you’re ok, let me take care of you.” You figured that if Diane were dangerous, she would have tried to do something to you by now since you’ve basically been alone with her for almost two days. How bad could it be?

It turned out that the house Diane lived very close to Anna anyway, so you decided why not.

You drove another seven or so hours from the hotel all the way to a small house in a very cute little town not too far from where you had planned on settling in.

“This is it.”

You got out of the car and brought your stuff into the house. It was a cute, small place that was already furnished. You and Diane both looked around. There were two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a living room and kitchen.

“It’s a good thing I got a two-bedroom, I guess. You can stay here as long as you’d like.”

“Thank you”“

“I’m gonna go out and bring some more stuff in and then I’ll make us some tea, does that sound good?”

“Sure.”

The two of you sat on the couch and talked while you drank the tea Diane made you. The tea didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste like anything you’ve had before. You told her more about your family life after she asked.

“Your parents were so lucky,” said Diane, who was getting a bit emotional, “to have a child as healthy and beautiful and sweet as you. There are so many people who would give anything to have what your parents took for granted.”

“I don’t know, maybe it is my fault. Maybe I was just a bad kid. Maybe I was hard to like, or dumb, or-”

“I don’t think you’re any of those things. And I’m sorry that you believe that, because it’s not true.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”  

You went to bed that night in your room and Diane in hers. When you woke up you felt weak and sick to your stomach. You guessed that Diane was wrong and you were in fact coming down with something.

“Diane!” You felt bad for possibly waking her up, but you’d feel even worse if you threw up on the sheets, and you didn’t know if you could make it to the bathroom. So you did it. She immediately came running to you.

“Are you ok, sweetie? What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m sick. Do you have a bucket or something?”

“Yes. Just one second.”

She left and very quickly brought back a bucket for you.

“I hope I haven’t gotten you sick too.”

“Don’t worry about that, I rarely get sick. Just let me take care of you.”

And you did. For the next few days as she looked for teaching jobs she nursed you back to health. Well, almost-health, at least. You weren’t having stomachaches or throwing up anymore but you still felt weak. She gave you pills and lots of them, and some might have had some bad side effects. All the pain medication she gave you almost had a numbing effect on your body. Anna had completely stopped responding to you and you worried she didn’t want to be roommates anymore, not like you could be on your own right now anyway in the state you were in. You needed Diane to take care of you. She was being interviewed for a position as a science teacher at the local High School but other than working on all of the application material she had all the free time in the world to be with you.

“Anna said she found another roommate.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that alright? You’re still sick and I really don’t mind you just... staying here and living with me. Besides, I really think I’m going to get this job and if I do I’ll easily be able to support the both of us.”

“Diane, you don’t have to... I applied for some jobs already.”

“None of which you can do when you’re sick, now please lie back down. I know you feel bad for letting me take care of you and baby you so much, but you don’t have to. I’ve already told you that I like having someone to take care of. And I know you like it when I take care of you too.”

And you hated to admit it, but she was right. Despite how horrible you felt physically, you enjoyed your time with Diane. You started doing a lot of fun things together. You both enjoyed yourselves, and Diane sometimes told you that she felt like she had a daughter again. She made you feel loved. You still had your own bed, but you often fell asleep on the couch or in Diane’s bed while the two of you cuddled.

“I love you, (y/n). My baby.” Diane said as you started to drift off on the couch with her that night.

[ka-writes]

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Notes: I felt evil..

Also cross country sucks, now I feel sick.

But I gift longish chapter!

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 4:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warning: trauma flash backs, cussing, mentions of character death, fear.

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Chapter 5: Rocky Road

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Techno certainly didn’t expect Tubbo’s sudden outburst. Still Techno sort of expected bitterness towards the human.

The droneling marched off presumably to go to the garden. He shoved Wilbur out of the way and continued speaking gibberish.

“What’s with Tubbo?” The phantom asked, casting worried glances towards the door.

“He just threatened the human.” Techno said as if it wasn’t the most stupid move on Tubbo’s part. Wilbur’s eyes grew wide and he attempted to run to the holding cell, only to be stopped by Techno’s hand on his shoulder. The phantom sighed before turning towards the guard.

Silently the pair made their way to the common room. Flicking on the illusion projector, and turning the channel with the ISF news. Techno opened a novel not paying any mind to the news reporter who was going over the case that Techno had just escaped.

There weren't any further advances on the story other than what they knew. The ship had crashed on Omar, a nature preserve, which led the ISF to find eight human bodies and twelve recognized crew members. Though there were fourteen to begin with, not that the news knew that of course. The ship was also deemed as a poacher ship and not much else was discovered.

After the story was covered a different news reporter came on screen. He was shifting his papers nervously and glanced down every so often. This caused Techno to close his novel and pay attention to the illusion.

“Just one day ago, one of the Dream Team crew members quit.” The news reporter took a shaky breath before continuing, “Today the crew has reported that the ex-crew member had taken one of the humans they were using for testing.” A picture of Tommy appeared on screen, “This is what the human looks like. We advise citizens to be on the lookout for this man,” a picture of Wilbur popped onto the screen, “and the human. If you see either one in public do not engage and immediately report it to one of your stationed guards.” The man finished and Wilbur immediately flicked off the TV.

Him and Techno shared a glance of pure shock. Wilbur shed a couple blue tears and immediately started panicking. The guard wrapped his brother until a tight hug and fought off the voices chants of “NOT SAFE”. Silence drew the pair into an unsteady atmosphere.

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“Honestly that kid is a burden. I don’t know why you think we can take care of him.” A lady said, fury wasn’t hidden behind a fake smile at this point. The man standing next to her nodded silently.

“Ma’am, I don't understand what you’re saying.” Another lady responded, patience running thin.

Tommy held back the tears that were threatening to fall. His lip was already bleeding and his fingers felt raw. His bruises were itching uncomfortably under his tight shirt. He was starting to overheat, yet kept his jacket wrapped around him protectively.

“What I am saying is, we don’t want him, and I doubt anyone else will.” The lady started, “That kid is a nuisance. He makes our children look problematic, when in reality he is the problem child. I don’t understand how his parents put up with him for so long.” The lady finished.

“Only my mother put up with me,” Tommy thought, “my father couldn’t spare me a glance without yelling at me..”

He sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours before making the decision. The one that caused him to live on the streets.

He took his bag and sprinted out of the facility. He just kept running, nowhere to go and no money to use.

….

Suddenly it was a different night. He was sitting on a park bench looking at the stars. He was somewhere in Colorado, not sure how he made it here, but here he was. He breathed in the fresher air and pushed himself up.

He turned left then right then another left. At this point he was on one of those nature paths that seemed to be everywhere.

He sat in a field. Wasn’t it night?

A light and a huge gust of wind was the only response he got.

Then footsteps. A distant scream. Then cold sharp pain accompanied by a void of darkness.

He woke up in a cage..

He shot up in bed.. His head throbbed, but there was no point in sleeping it off.

So he got up. He hobbled over to the bookshelf and looked at the weird games and toys. His eyes fell on what he presumed to be a stack of cards and a pen of sorts.

It took an hour to label all the cards, but when he finally did he played a game of solitaire. Then another and another. By the time he finished the sixth one he was bored.

He went back to inspecting the bookshelf. The middle shelf had jigsaw puzzles.. didn’t Clem like puzzles?

He picked out what he presumed to be a flower field. There were a bunch of blue sunflowers.. wasn’t that her favorite flower?

Tommy sat on the floor creating a puzzle his sister would’ve absolutely adored. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks every once and a while. Only to be hastily wiped away.

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His eyes felt like they were glued shut. They attempted to sit up only to find creaks in their back and neck.

After a minute he sat up. His mind was still foggy from sleep, but he made his way to the security office, ready to work through his sleep deprived state.

Before they even left the room Phil told them to go back to rest. Ranboo obliged, and closed his door.

Having no work left he decided to write down as much information as he could about both Earth and Tommy.

Surprisingly they were able to recall a lot of information from the night before. That usually didn’t happen..

Once they wrote an entire dictionary on both topics, they tried the door again.

Phil, once again stepped in front of them, “Mate, I really think you should rest.”

“I know, but I am hungry. Can I at least have lunch?” Ranboo felt like a child once again, but knew it always worked with the captain.

After Phil rolled his eyes, Ranboo practically skipped to the kitchen. He grabbed some of the leftovers from last night and popped it into the insta-heater. Making two plates of food.

After the food was ready he looked down either hallway. Phil was preoccupied with Wilbur in the common room. Deciding it was the best time to sneak to his friend, he made his way to the holding cell. Only to be stopped by none other than Techno himself.

“Oh! H-hi Techno..” Ranboo said awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I was just getting Tubbo some lunch!” Ranboo cringed at their own lie. Only to be met with a raised eyebrow.

“Ok I was gonna visit Tommy.” Ranboo caved. That was the right answer as Techno nodded and let Ranboo pass.

“You’re only giving him lunch right?” Techno inquired.

“Er- that and talk a bit.. I mean that was my original plan.”

“Then I will stay with you.” Techno left no room for debate.

Ranboo nodded and approached the cell, setting the plate on the automatic tray. Techno stood in a small hallway allowing his presence only to be known to Ranboo.

Tommy was sitting on the floor putting together a landscape puzzle.

With what they saw, their curiosity intrigued them.

“Can I go in?” He asked first to Techno who shifted off of the wall.

“Only if I am in there.” Ranboo nodded and turned to Tommy who was busy with the puzzle.

Ranboo knocked on the window once. Tommy’s head shot up before the human stood up and approached the window.

“Hello!” Ranboo chirped, “I can see you’re working on a puzzle! I would love to help if you want? Me and my friend won’t go in if you don’t want me in there. But just so you know I brought lunch!”

Tommy stared at the enderian before answering. He was clearly debating the options.

“Only if Techno doesn’t talk.” Was the only response either got.

With that they grabbed the food and let the door open. Techno entered first, immediately going to the back chair and pulling out a novel. Ranboo handed Tommy a plate and sat next to the strange human.

It didn’t take them long for them to start rambling. Both about everything and nothing.

Surprisingly Ranboo lost all fear that should’ve been gripping them, and felt comfortable sitting with one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy.

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“So people are looking for you?” The captain asked, impatiently tapping his foot against the metal floor.

“To put it simply, yea..” Wilbur said pretty much losing all confidence within the span of an hour.

The caption responded with a sympathetic look and wrapped his son in another tight hug. Wilbur didn’t pull away this time. He melted into comfort.

After a minute the elder pulled away, “How about you watch one of those documentaries you like. I will make some iced fluff and join you in a bit.” The phantom nodded and trugged himself over to the common room sofa. Turning on the illusion and flicking to one of the only things the ISF was allowing people to view from Earth, Netflix.

He skimmed the documentary section and came upon one that was about the Ocean. Three minutes later he was completely into it.

Phil returned with two bowls of iced fluff. Wilbur dug into the sweet treat. Phil sat next Will and wrapped a wing around him, to which Will leaned into the embrace.

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“So what’s your favorite treat?” Ranboo asked, after he got another piece Tommy wasn’t able to get.

Tommy scoffed, mumbling about how he was just about to try that spot before answering the question, “I love Rocky Road Ice Cream. My mom made it without nuts so it is far superior to anything anyone would get from a store.” Tommy was satisfied with his answer and tried another piece.

“Hmm.. What is ice cream?”

“It’s a sweet frozen cream of sorts.”

“Oh so like iced fluff?”

“No idea, I would have to try it first..”

Both continued the conversation mumbling about other different foods and what not, before falling into a comfortable silence.

Tubbo was absolutely furious at the scene. He sprinted off to the garden where he slammed the door and melted to the floor.

When was the last time anyone had a conversation that was about everything and nothing with him?

He hated the fact he was jealous over a fucking human.

Tomorrow was the day he would prove the human wasn’t all he seemed to be. That the human was nothing more than a monster.

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Chapter 5-End

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Notes: I still have a few filler chapters, but am getting there!!

Go take care of yourself, love ya!! <3

Reminder likes are appreciated but reblogs are even better! (Suggestion make a side blog where you just spam creators works... just saying, I have one..)

Also my layout for chapters has changed a bit. I have the last chapter at the top and the next one at the bottom.. and no I am not doing the inspired by on Ao3, simply cause it’s easier for people to see it in the first few, I am keeping it here tho, cause I know people aren’t really gonna see my first chapter right away. I will be keeping the link to the first chapter at the top as well just not the middle ones.

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Tubbo has evolved in to

J E L L Y B E E

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Chapter 6:

[catboy-lover-archive]

Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

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MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

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Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

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Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

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Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

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MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

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Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

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MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

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(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

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MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

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*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

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MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

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Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

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Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

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Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

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MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

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MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

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Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

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Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

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Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

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MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

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Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

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MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

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MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

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Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

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MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

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MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

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MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

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Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

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MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

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MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

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MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

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Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

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MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

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MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

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Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

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MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

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Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

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Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

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MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

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Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

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Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

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MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

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MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

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MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

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MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

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Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

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Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

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Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

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MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

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MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me