#Anthropology Assignment Help

[gelastocoridae]

In light of recent Homotherium cub news, I remembered this pair I drew on the back of my anthropology final paper in 2017.

A prehistoric boy and his early dog.

[lestis]

At first i thought this was referring to what happened in March 2020, but no. Things haven’t changed! Even as far back as 1918 this was happening! (More on that later.)

The health center in this case was in Seattle, not Canada, but it’s close to the border for a reason. it’s explained further by this article:

When Canada shut its borders to stem the flow of COVID-19 last year, people continued to cross freely into Indigenous communities in Ontario and B.C. by water—mingling with residents who had scarce access to masks or even clean water for hand washing.

Native communities in both the US and Canada are severely neglected and actively endangered.

Indigenous people weren't consulted when lockdowns happened. They don't have a seat at the table. Whether you're talking about the federal, provincial or the local level, they're not asked their opinion. In B.C., the federal government closed borders without their knowledge.

In Ontario, when they opened up the province in July, they didn't talk to First Nations people. They didn't seem to realize people would get in their boats and come to the First Nations, bringing COVID to our communities. People would tie their boats off and walk into the communities like there was no pandemic. To me, that was a huge eye-opening piece. (University of Toronto)

It's expected that epidemics hurt those of lower socioeconomic means in particular, which many tribes are unfortunately within. Other communities of color—specifically Pacific Islander, Latino and Black communities—were hit heavily as well, having a "COVID-19 death rate of double or more that of White and Asian Americans."

Indigenous communities still have the highest percentage of deaths, which the Great Falls Tribune attributes to long-term disinvestment, racist public policies, ongoing settler colonialism. Chronic underfunding (especially in healthcare) with outdated machinery, crowded homes and deficient plumbing also contribute to the issue. Many reservations have little access to clean water, despite tribal water rights legally recognized for over a century. It makes sense that on reservations in particular, there often isn't enough room for people to quarantine the way that most of us are able to.

Native American communities are often the latest to be addressed when it comes to federal resources. This is consistent with what happened in 1918, which Dana Hedgpeth of the Washington Post pointed out in her article "Native American tribes were already being wiped out. Then the 1918 flu hit" (unfortunately the whole article is behind the paywall).

Frustratingly, articles such as this one attribute the high death toll to (as well as underlying health conditions), "lack of institutional resilience, the relationship between the federal governments and tribal governments, and lack of social trust." This may be true, but if so is not unwarranted given the many, many legally-binding treaties that have not been upheld. There is a whole History article on Broken Treaties with indigenous populations, and that's only covering some of the most famous ones!

Not to mention that Indigenous Americans have lower life expectancy and significantly disproportionate rates of diseases and chronic conditions, which as we know makes them all the more vulnerable to death upon contracting disease. In fact, an analysis of disparities conducted by the Federal Health Program for American Indians and Alaska Natives states, "American Indians and Alaska Natives continue to die at higher rates than other Americans in many categories, including chronic liver disease and cirrhosis, diabetes mellitus, unintentional injuries, assault/homicide, intentional self-harm/suicide, and chronic lower respiratory diseases."

Suffice to say, despite the many leaps in indigenous representation and recognition, indigenous tribes are often given the short end of the stick, especially when it comes to healthcare. We have to make it so that the next time something like this happens—and make no mistake, it will happen—things will be different.

[cabbagequeen323]

I am liking my anthropology class and it is a nice, easy break after calc ii. However, the assignments are incredibly boring and I have no desire to do them.

[davidkehr08]

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[kosher-salt]

Just saw a post that was basically "Hey off of the internet people usually aren't so crazy antisemitic and most of my day to day interactions as a visible Jew are normal, everything is gonna be ok" and I'm making a new post to not derail, but...

I'm super glad, obviously, that this is the case for many of you. But I do think we should be ringing the alarm bells. Because while you enjoy your grocery trips and post office in relative peace (as you ought to), here is a VERY incomplete list of things I have dealt with in the last 11 months.

-assaulted on my way to class, followed, spit on repeatedly (magen David necklace)

-professor took me outside of class and told me I needed to denounce my Judaism (I mentioned in passing my dad's family in an anthropology class)

-same professor refused to accept my final paper for reasons that did not match up with paper, email full of dogwhistles

-same professor told everyone to attend the protests and "teach those zionists to know their place" she is a Black Latina young professor. Yep.

-another professor straight up refused to accept any assignments that mentioned Jewishness (they were assignments about our families). Gave a student who submitted nothing except a picture of a Palestinian flag full marks. Failed me. I am an all As student, btw. Forced to drop.

-the chair of the anthropology department threw my complaints wabout said professors away without due process. His social media is full of blood libel.

-had to miss my finals as I could not physically get to them due to the protests

-followed and harassed in stores

-synagogue was vandalized multiple times

-called a kike while things were thrown at me

-protestors stood outside of my apartment patio with final solution signs

-new apartment, away from campus: friends of roommates harassed me constantly, to the point I could not use common spaces. Roommates told me that's his right because it's his "political view." He didn't even live there.

-new roommate moved in, less than 48 hours before she attempts to stab me, after learning I eat kosher style. "...kosher? kosher?! FUCK YOU" stab stab, etc. Bitch that was my good knife.

-the other roommates tell me to gtfo of the home I'm renting, keeping my rent ("you people can afford to lose money") and destroy a good portion of my belongings while cursing to me random nonsense about Israel. The police took 25 minutes to get there. We live in the middle of the city.

-fun fact: I had never mentioned my political stance to these people and it's not on my face-out social media (very bare bones profiles)

-been disbelieved by everyone I told this to including the police, my school, the leasing company, and my now ex best friend of 7 years

-cursed at in a store when I asked if there was a kosher section

-told nobody likes Jews because we bring down the vibe and have a victim complex. My knuckles are healing just fine after that, btw, thank you for asking! She is not.

I don't know how to request the 7th off from my school without basically incriminating myself with a threat of violence. There is no world where I just sit there when a classmate says "happy October 7th."

Hope this helps.

[katyarn]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS IGNORING YOU AFTER AN ARGUMENT

CHARACTERS: Tsukishima, Oikawa

SYNOPSIS: after a long day all you want to do is come home to your boyfriend, little did you know they've had a pretty shitty day and were ready to make it your problem

CONTENT WARNINGS: Angst!!, comfort, swearing, name calling (slut, bitch), reader feels insecure about their weight (Oikawa)

Author's note; Feel free to request anything you want I'm desperate to write anything. This is a college AU but feel free to consider it whatever you'd like I don't really care. Also gave a little sneak peak for my next post about Haikyuu College AU Major headcanons

TSUKISHIMA Has been acting a bit strange recently, well more than usual at least. You've been together since freshman year of high school, so it really should come to no surprise that he'd be changing, you're growing together after all.

However, ever since you entered your first year of college he's been distant and unbothered with you, every day after class he'd come home eat dinner and lock himself in an office for hours on end.

You could understand he was busy, after all being an anthropology major must be demanding but you couldn't help but feel left out, so you brought it up when you came home.

you carefully approached your lover's office knocking on the door, your hands were shaking against the hard wood. You were nervous to say the least but this has been going for way too long.

Tsukishima swung open the door with a bored look on his face, he was pissed but that wouldn't stop you.

"we need to talk" you said a slight shake in your voice, it was stern nonetheless but that wouldn't last long when you felt his piercing gaze, he looked even more pissed, like he was just waiting to start an argument with someone.

Well, that wouldn't even matter anymore because here you were, holding back tears as your lover was lashing out at you, calling you 'clingy' and 'bothersome'.

"do you even know how much of a bitch you've been?" he said approaching you slowly as he leaned down mockingly.

You were squeezing your fist looking at him in disbelief, this wasn't the Tsukishima you fell for. "really? your girlfriend wanting to spend more than fifteen minutes a week with you is being a bitch?"

He scoffs standing up straight before walking past you, shoving your shoulder in the process as he leaves the apartment with a loud slam of the door leaving you flinching alone in the middle of your apartment.

you really didn't know what was going on with him but you were determined to resolve it once he came back home,

well, that wasn't much of an option anymore because the moment Tsukishima came home you rushed over to him begging to resolve the argument however you were met with silence. it was clearly a game to him as well, 'see how long he can ignore you before you break.

You stood once again in disbelief for the third time this day as your lover walked right past you without uttering a word, you could almost feel your eye twitch.

You weren't going to let yourself get too beat up though, you had classes too after all and you wouldn't let yourself get distracted by a petty argument so you kept yourself busy, completing assignments, studying anything that could keep your mind off the argument. Plus, Tsukishima never stayed mad for long, he'll most likely have forgotten when you guys went to bed.

well that's you thought , although you went to bed Tsukishima was nowhere to be seen, you waited and waited until you lost your patience walking down the stairs to the living room where you were met with a sleeping Tsukishima on the couch, your heart was clenching, he's never done this.

You found your way back up to the bedroom filled with guilt, were you really in the wrong? all you really wanted was to spend time with him. Well maybe he would forget about it in the morning you thought as you drifted off to sleep.

In the morning you made your way to the kitchen thinking you'll make some breakfast and you'd eat with your boyfriend like you would each morning but once you set the table Tsukishima only looked at his plate with a raised 'brow giving you an unimpressed look before making his own breakfast.

Just how many times was he going to leave you in disbelief?? you stood there speechless as he left for class with his toast, he didn't even put in the effort of eating with you.

His ignorance wouldn't stop after coming home though, whatever you tried he wouldn't break.

You had enough, you stood in front of him as he sat on the couch, he groaned moving positions so he could see the TV "Just how long are you going to ignore me??" you snapped.

silence

You scoffed and walked away making your way to your room, maybe you needed some space, plus, you don't think you could handle anymore of this treatment. You stuffed a bag with clothes and essentials feeling yourself breaking down as you stumbled out of the room and past him.

"Goodbye, Tsukishima." is the only thing you muttered before slamming the door.

'what?' he thought as he registered what just happened before hastily jumping off the couch and swinging the door open,

you were gone.

this time it was him who stood alone in disbelief, he searched for you, asked your friends but you were nowhere to be seen.

He went home with a wave of guilt washing over him, he called you, texted you but no response.

He sat on the couch alone with his thoughts 'did he lose you?' 'it was really bound to happen with how he was' he though he looked over to the clock 6 AM. 'where were you??'

creak

his head snapped back 'did you come back??' And there you were, standing in the door giving him an unbothered look, he always has so why can't you?

He rushed over to you "where the fuck have you been?" you looked into his eyes meeting him with silence. He softened realizing what was happening before hugging you. You flinched to his touch, did Tsukishima just hug you?? not once in the 4 years of dating has he hugged you, he's held your hand, he's played with your hair, draped his arm around you shoulder but he's never hugged you.

" 'm so sorry baby." what.

you stood there in confusion awkwardly putting your arms around hi- I'm sorry are you hallucinating or did the words 'I'm sorry' just come out of his mouth..

"it's fine. Just, don't do it again." You say snapping out of it as you pulled away "and don't call me a bitch ever again. emphasizing every word with a hit on his chest.

"I won't baby, 'promise." he says with a groan clutching his chest as you smiled at him giving him a peck on his kiss bitten lips before walking away to the kitchen leaving him starring at you as if you'd vanish, you turn to look at him with a confused face "what are you waiting for, you owe me dinner."

OIKAWA Has always been pretty popular with the ladies, it really isn’t surprising at all considering how charismatic he was. You knew all of that even before you decided to go out with mister popular.

He was handsome, that was undeniable but you just couldn't stand his fan girls anymore, how they touched him, flirting shamelessly while you were RIGHT THERE. oh, but the worst part? Oikawa flirted back, that's where you drew the line, dragging him home to your apartment more frustrated than ever.

But once you started telling him it made you uncomfortable he had the audacity to call you what? 'selfish' and 'insecure'. started going on and on about how you were the same with men apparently, calling you a 'slut' and also- wait what?

...

you sat there dumfounded, what did he just call you?

"excuse me?" you whispered, voice cracking. he's never insulted you before, he just scoffed pushing past you to grab his keys and his volleyball before leaving your apartment.

You were enraged, he just called you a slut and walked out? you should be the one walking out you thought as you found your way to the kitchen with furrowed brows.

If it was anyone other than Oikawa you would have been out of there in an instant but he was the love of your life, plus, it was a first offense right? and you believed every argument can be resolved. You just couldn't lose him.

you sighed picking out a pack of chips from the cupboard before halting 'did he find you unattractive?' maybe he flirted back because he didn't love you anymore? all those girls looked so much better than you did, did you gain weight??

your mind was racing before hearing the door open, oikawa waked in giving you an empty look before cocking his brow at the sight of the chips

oh God

You find yourself putting the chips back before approaching him "Oikawa? what is up with you today?" you say voice laced with worry he rolls his eyes before plopping on the couch

did he just ignore you? you start shaking your head at him before you find your way to your shared room looking in the mirror, playing with the fat of your stomach and thighs feeling yourself unconsciously start breaking down.

He gets up from the couch leaving to the bathroom, passing your room, while his girlfriend was- uh..

what the fuck is she doing he thought confused before letting it go and continuing over to bathroom.

He was mad at you but he was still your boyfriend so as he did every night he made you both diner setting your plate on the table but you didn't come down, he waited before deciding he was just going to eat on his own you'd come down eventually he though but a couple hours passed and you still weren't there.

He gets off the couch making his way into your shared room, panic washing over him when he sees your pretty face soiled with tears on the floor, he rushes over to you "baby what's wrong??" he says petting your hair.

You hide your face shaking your head in embarrassment "why didn't you come down for dinner" you rub your eyes looking around the room to avoid eye contact with him, he turns your face towards him eyes boring into yours as he plants a kiss on your lips "I'm sorry for saying all those horrible things, baby. I was being an asshole, please forgive me"

you chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before finally speaking "do you find me unattractive? or- or well fat.." you asked uncertainty laced in your voice

he looked at you in shock flicking between your eyes looking for a sign you were joking "what? baby God no, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met- why would you even think that?"

you sighed "it's just that- you know all those fangirls are so much prettier and it just seems like you don't like me anymore"

he sighs pulling you into a hug "I'm so sorry for making you feel like this baby I promise I'll never do it again please just forgive me, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met"

You smile up at him tears prickling in your eyes as you let out a giggle giving him a peck on the lips. He smiles back at you throwing you over his shoulder "hey!! put me down" you giggle trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

"No way, I'm spoon feeding you, you haven't eaten all day.

PS; if you ever feel insecure about your weight never resort to starvation, you're beautiful just the way you are as long as you're healthy.

https://anad.org/get-help/eating-disorders-helpline/

[yohanseyebrowmole]

Indelible | Jacaerys Velaryon

(adj. impossible to erase or forget)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Sum: Jacaerys realises he should have listened to you and told everyone about the two of you too late...

Or was it too late?

or in which

Jacaerys breaks up with you two years after secretly dating you, and you get wind of his potential engagement to your cousin the heir to your family's company.

Word count: 3,692 (give or take:/ I edited it and wasn't bothered to recheck the wc)

Warnings: idk nothing much. I tried to avoid using y/n but ended up using it like thrice (I think)

a/n: Reader's mother is the second child of a huge businessman and took on her husband's name upon marriage, but has business ties (her maiden name is Dayne but its not a big deal). Reader's father is a well-respected lawyer but it's not relevant. Jace is heir to the Targaryen family business. He's a little slow and doesn't connect dots until later on lol.

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☆ Loving Jacaerys Velaryon was easy.

Keeping the fact that you loved him a secret was the hard part.

Two years.

For two years, you loved Jacaerys, and now you are hearing that his family was actively trying to set him up with your cousin.

What’s worse is that it makes perfect sense for them to get together.

Jacaerys is set to inherit the family company from his mother and your cousin is set to inherit your family's company from your uncle.

Why did he want to keep your relationship a secret in the first place? You didn't know, but you respected his decision nonetheless.

But two years of not being able to tell anyone?

You wanted to tell your parents and your older brother, you wanted to gossip with said cousin about your relationship, but Jace remained steadfast in his decision not to tell anyone.

He probably got fed up with you asking to become public and broke up with you, at least that was what you originally thought.

Two years of dates and I love you's gone just like that, all because Jace wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were tired of not being able to tell anyone.

You had no interest in your mother's family company to be honest. No care for business or the likes, your interest is and will always lay within anthropology.

You loved it.

It was the perfect balance of history, science and mystery and everyone who knew you knew how much you loved a good mystery.

You loved the drama and the slight chaos whenever you got called in, and they say they found a body and having to find out what happened to it.

What was their story? What were they like? What was their life like? How did they end up like this?

Sometimes, it was a simple burial. Sometimes, it was an accidental death.

The murders were always the most interesting.

Of course, as an intern, you were usually not always assigned to the murder cases, but you always accepted any that came your way.

You loved the hunt, your curiosity always getting the best of you and the sense of relief, pride and justice that filled you once you found the identity of who was lying in front of you and who was responsible for it was always worth it.

You loved finding clues that helped catch the one responsible for the person's death, and being able to give families closure after their loved ones went missing was rewarding to you.

Yes, it was confronting and disgusting at times like the time a body was found at the landfill and you had to sift through weeks of rubbish to find missing bones (you were sure you would never be able to smell anything other than rotten food ever again) but you loved it regardless.

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You were once again sitting in the library at your corner.

It was one of your favourite spots on campus.

The window provided a perfect distraction when she needed a little break from her work. It was far enough from the other tables that no one bothered her but close enough that she could watch people go about their day when she was bored.

The shelfs also obscured their line of view of the table giving you privacy was always an added bonus. 

“Having fun, pretty girl?”

You blink, shifting your gaze away from the window where you had been watching what seemed to be a very heated fight between a couple. You smile at your boyfriend. 

“Hey,” You said. “You're here earlier than normal.”

Jace sits down next to you, letting his bag drop from his shoulder onto the floor.

“Finished early.”

“You look tired,” you said, taking note of the light dark circles under his eyes. 

“Cause I am,” Jace groans, leaning into you. He practically shoves his face into the crook of your neck.

You shift sideways so he can rest his head comfortably and run your hand through his hair gently undoing any notes made from the wind outside.

“You should go home and sleep if you're tired, Jace.”

“Don’t wanna,” Jacaerys responds, not bothering to move his head from the crook of your neck. “Just wanna be here with you.”

You can’t help the upward tug of your lips.

“Careful Velaryon, someone might assume that you're obsessed with me.”

Jace huffs out a laugh, finally lifting his head and sitting back. 

“They would assume correctly. What are you doing later?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug. “But it seems like you know what I’m going to do.”

Jace grins, grabbing his bag from the floor and digging around it before pulling out two tickets. “You are going to go visit that new exhibit at the museum with me.”

“You got tickets?" You can't hide your excitement. "How? I tried getting them for weeks but they were sold out, I even asked mum if she could pull some strings.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Jace smiles. "You were going to ask your mum to get you tickets?"

You shrug lightly, grabbing the tickets from him, inspecting them before you all but throw yourself at him, hugging him. You pull away but grab one of his hands intertwining your fingers with his. 

Jace nods along to your random facts about Egyptian history as he watches your eyes light up as you giggle and ramble on about the exhibit, squeezing your hand, bringing it up to his lip and kissing the back of it. 

You barely react to the affection, already gotten used to the gestures and continue talking about Ramesses the great and his military accomplishments.

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Your first thought was that it was your fault.

Clearly, you must have done something wrong for Jace to break up with you.

You rack your brains for weeks afterwards to try and figure out what you've done wrong, but as you sit there in your little corner of the library, you realise you've done absolutely nothing wrong.

So then you wonder, why would he break up with you?

Was it because you brought up the fact of a public relationship more often than not these days? Did he suddenly think you weren’t pretty enough? Or were you and your random rants now annoying to him?

The tip of the pencil you had been using to draw snaps.

You thought it would be easy to get over him. After all no one knew you two were together so you weren't getting constant pity glances.

Turns out it was harder. Way harder.

You didn't have anyone to rant to, no one to lean on or cry to and you were practically at the end of your patience, about to call your brother and spill everything to him when you heard someone call your name.

"Oh my god finally!"

You turn only to be met with your best friend Baela, who coincidentally was also Jace's cousin. You smile at her, forcing yourself to push your previous thoughts to the back of your mind.

"What's got you so excited?" You ask her.

She plops down on the seat next to you.

“Why are you so hard to find?”

You laugh. “I’m always here Baela. You know that.”

She rolls her hands before leaning forward. You notice the glint in her eyes. Mischief. Her eyes were basically the same as Jace’s aside from the colour difference.

“It’s Jace,” she said. “Mum told me that Aunt Rhae was trying to set him up with Elise Dayne.”

You freeze slightly. “What?”

“I know! I was shocked as well!” Baela smiles, not realising the bombshell she had just dropped on you. 

“Elise Dayne?”

Baela nods and rambles on about how she had seen Elise and Jace on a date the other day and how cute they had looked together. You smile and nod along but all you can think about was this was why he broke up with you.

Baela leaves to go to class but only after after telling you everything.

She leaves and you sit there for what felt like hours trying to wrap your head around what she had told you.

Jacaerys had broken up with you only to get together with your cousin. 

You gather your things and walk to your car.

With your hands on the wheel you scream before you start laughing.

The laugh turns into choked out sobs as you let yourself cry for the first time since Jace left you.

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Seeing Jacaerys walk into your family home with his family had not been in your plans for tonight.

Frankly, if you had known this very important and must not miss family meeting was to officially announce his engagement to your cousin, you would have accepted that case on the unknown skeleton they found last week or gotten your professors to make something up so you could have an excuse not to turn up.

Instead, here you are, forced to stand and watch Jace smile and greet your cousin and her parents. 

You stand in a corner next to your brother, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in slight annoyance.

You can tell the exact moment Jacaerys notices your presence. 

You send him an overly sweet smile and watch him falter, confusion and something else flashing in his eyes before he blinks and puts his mask back up, turning and shaking your mother’s hand.

He had always been good at that, pretending that nothing was bothering him.

Your mother smiles and turns to you and your brother. Your brother nudges you, and you quickly plaster a pleasant smile on your face.

“This is my daughter and my oldest.”

Your brother shakes Jace’s hand and introduces him. Jacaerys turns his attention to you. 

“Hi,” you smile, reaching out and shaking his hand. “Y/n. Pleasure to meet you.”

You watch him gulp, smile and greet you back.

You keep your distance and stay quiet the entire time the two families eat. You know your brother has noticed because he keeps sending you odd looks, but you brush them off, not bothering to pay him any mind or explain your current predicament to him.

What does bother you is Jace.

He keeps looking over at you, most of the time it’s short glances but sometimes you can feel his gaze boring into the side of your head as you answer the questions his brothers, Lucerys and Joffery ask about your degree, his mother occasionally asking a few of her own.

You make sure to keep your answers brief. Your degree was hardly dinner conversation, and you didn't want anyone's dinner resurfacing in any way.

You make sure to turn to him and give him a smile. He snaps out of his daze every time, blinking a couple of times before tuning back into whatever your cousin was talking about.

At some point in the night, you get up, telling your brother you needed to get something from your room.

You don’t notice Jace’s eyes following you as you walk away, and you sure as hell don’t hear him excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

You startle slightly as you feel someone grab your wrist. You don’t even need to turn around to realise who it was.

The soft scent of sandalwood tells you enough.

“What are you doing?” you hiss under your breath, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen the both of you before pulling him into your room. 

Jace looks around, taking in his surroundings.

He can’t really help it. It was the first time he had been in your room. He notices the photo wall full of polaroids you told him about making and the string of fairy lights you had bought together after convincing him to go shopping together. 

“I didn’t know you were related to her,” Jace said.

“I told you who my mother was,” you scoff. “It was pretty fucking obvious Jace.”

Neither of you notice the person standing by the door, listening in on the conversation through the slight crack.

“Well you could have straight up told me,” Jace argues.

“You're arguing with me because I didn’t give you my mother’s government name? Are you serious? I told you her name, where she worked and what she did. I even told you she was helping coordinate that joint event with your mother! I couldn’t have been more obvious, it’s not my fault you couldn’t put two and two together!”

Jace opens and closes his mouth. It's not like she was wrong.

“This,” you whisper. “This is why you broke up with me? If you had known, would you have stayed? Would you have let me tell everyone that we dated?”

Jace winces at your harsh tone but otherwise stays silent, giving you your answer. 

“I can’t believe you.”

“You think I wanted this?” Jace said. “You think I knew my parents were gonna set me up with her?”

“Clearly you did since you refused to tell anyone about us.”

“That’s not -”

“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Just don’t.”

You sigh and shake your head.

“You need to go. Leave first, and then I can follow after a couple of minutes.”

Jace grabs your hand before you can push him towards the door. “Wait, just -”

“You need to go,” you repeat. “If you haven’t noticed your fiancé-to-be is down the hall along with the rest of my family and we both have better things to do then stand here and argue over a topic we already know our stance on. Also, I have somewhere I need to be.”

With that, you pull your hand away from his and walk away. He follows you into the hallway, hears you say bye to your family, and watches you turn to leave.

Fuck.

How was he going to fix this?

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Looking back on it, Jacaerys really didn't know how he didn't put two and two together.

He had met your mother on numerous occasions considering that she worked with his mother for joint events and whatnot.

You were practically a carbon copy of your mother as well. 

The hair, the eyes, the intellect. Everything about you screamed Dayne and his stupid brain couldn’t piece together the fact that you were related. 

How the fuck did he not know?

All those times when you had told him your mother was away on business and he had commented that his mother was gone as well. 

He groans, running a hand down his face. 

Rhaenyra, who had been standing by the doorway for the past five minutes watching her son have what looked like a mental breakdown, finally decides to make her presence known.

It was time to talk some sense into her son.

“Jace.”

“Mother.”

“Can I come in?” His mother asks. 

Jace nods and she walks into the room.

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” she questions. “Luke is complaining about your constant groans.”

Jace normally would have laughed but all he can do is sigh. 

“What’s wrong, Jace?” his mother asks again.

“I messed up,” Jace mutters. “Really bad, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

His mother nods, walking forward and sits beside him on the bed. 

“Why don’t you tell me everything so I can help?”

Jace looks at her, hesitates for a moment before the flood gates open, and he tells her everything. 

He tells her about how you two met, about your first date, about how he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, and you had been okay with that for a while.

He tells her how he broke up with you because she wanted him to get together with your cousin. 

He doesn’t leave anything out, and his mother just sits and listens to everything. 

When he’s done she stays quiet.

“Jace,” she asks softly. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Jace forces himself to hold back the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t -” he shakes his head. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t approve, and I didn’t want to lose her, but I guess it’s too late for that now.”

Rhaenyra reaches out and holds his hands. 

“If I had known you loved someone like that,” she said. “I wouldn’t have set you up. I would never deny you your happiness. Even if she wasn’t what I envisioned for you, I wouldn’t have made you leave her, Jacaerys.”

His bottom lip wobbles. “What do I do now?”

Rhaenyra smiles and whips away a stray tear from his cheek.

“Jace?”

He hums.

“Do you like her?”

“What?”

“Do you like her?”

“I love her,” Jace said. “A lot.”

His mother smiles. “Then what are you doing here?”

He stays quiet, blinking at his mother.

“If you love her, why aren’t you with her?” His mother said. “Go get her back, Jace. If you love her, fight for her.”

Jacaerys stands up quickly and nods. He grabs a jacket from his chair and is gone the next second.

Rhaenyra watches him leave shaking her head with a soft smile.

That foolish boy.

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You were on campus, specifically at the building where your professors kept the unidentified bodies that had been sent over after being found.

You weren't allowed to have phones near the workstations or the bodies and even if you were you would have never bothered to bring it up with you.

Who in their right mind wants to touch their phone with people juice on their hands, regardless of whether or not you were wearing gloves?

Not to mention that you would have kept having to change your gloves as well, and that would do your head in. 

Your phone was in your bag, which in turn was in your personal locker outside, which meant you had no idea that Jacaerys had been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.

You had no idea that he was calling you or texting you to ask for your whereabouts. 

Luckily for him, you were slightly predictable. 

You had just finished writing down your notes for the Jane Doe in front of you and making sure her bones were locked away and secure. 

You swiped your student card into the security slot, and the doors outside opened. Smiling and waving to the security guards stationed outside the lab, you grabbed your bag from the the opposite wall, holding the lockers.

You push open the door and stop short.

It was raining, because of course it was. 

You put your notes in your bag and started walking to your car, which was conveniently parked at the far end of the parking lot. 

You had been too busy re-reading and protecting your over your notes while speed-walking to your car to realise that Jacaerys had been waiting outside waiting for you.

You couldn’t hear him call your name over the sound of the rain.

When the rain suddenly stops falling on you, you look up only to be met with the slight of an umbrella. 

You turn confused and are met with a panting Jacaerys.

“You walk really fast,” he said, slightly bent over as he caught his breath.

You just stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

He stands up straighter. 

“Uh, I came to apologise.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Jace said. “For everything. I’m sorry for being stupid and not putting two and two together. For keeping us a secret and breaking up with you. I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” you question.

“I came to a realisation,” Jace answered. “I can’t live without you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“I hate the fact that we aren’t together anymore. I hate the fact that I didn’t tell anybody we were together,” Jace said. “I hate being away with you. I hate not being with you. I hate not being able to hold and tell you I love you every day. I’ll do better this time. I swear it.”

“Careful Velaryon,” you say, stepping forward. “People could assume you are obsessed with me.”

Jace’s lips tug upwards, and he nods, closing the gap between the two of you completely, leaning down.

“They would assume correctly.” 

The world around the two of you fades into the background as he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours. 

The air around the both of you seemed to warm. You don’t know who leans in first, and you don’t care. 

All you cared about was the fact that Jacaerys was kissing you again. That he was yours again.

Your eyes flutter close as your lips meet, and the umbrella protecting the two of you from the rain drops to the floor as he pulls you closer.

You don’t register that you drop your bag to hold onto his collar and pull him even closer. 

You could have sworn lighting flashed through the sky as your lips met, but maybe that was you imagining things. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss him. 

Those sparks when your lips touched his, that feeling of something more.

Of something real.

Your heart skips a beat

“You know you’re stuck with me forever now right?” Jace said as he pulled away smiling.

You laugh and Jace sees that familiar sparkle of light in your eyes. The ones that remind him of stars.

“I think it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

He grins leaning in to kiss you again. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you smile into the kiss.

A particularly cold and harsh gust of wind coupled with the booming sound of thunder breaks the moment and you shiver.

Jace goes to pick up the umbrella that had fallen. Luckily, the wind hadn't carried it too far off.

Your eyes follow him before they fall on your wet bag on the floor. The bag that had your notes. The bag that held the notes that you had been painstakingly working on for the past few hours. 

You scream, causing Jace to jump.

“You little shit! You made me drop my notes! I take it back! I hate you!”

Jacaerys laughs as you pick up your bag and hit him with it. He runs away as you chase him in the rain, cursing him out for letting you ruin your notes. 

You really wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Well, except maybe with dry notes. 

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Thank you to my bby girl @icarusignite for pre-reading this and thirsting over Jace to an almost unhealthy degree with me ily<3

Go read her fics or else (this may or may not be a threat)

Written by Yor <3

[thatssomegoodsoup]

Can you do a the doctor x anthropology!reader that worked with him and had a crush on him but had to leave because of health problems but when they get to the beginning of chapter 4. He realized who they were and kept them with them. ( Anthropology is the study of bones if you didn't know)

Cleared up in DMS that anthropology is in fact NOT the study of bones, it's the study of human behavior, culture, societies, biology, and linguistic, whether that be past or current. Anyways, I'm imagining a lot of good lore for this one!

Art Credit: DrHarleySawyer on Game Jolt

THE DOCTOR X ANTHROPOLOGIST! READER FANFIC

After completing your anthropology degree and behavioral sciences degree, you went to find work. Finding work involving your field was incredibly difficult, as you didn't have any field experience. Plus there was not many jobs that required your field. One day, you applied for a behaviorist job. This company gave you a call back. And so began your career at Playtime Co.

You were assigned to watch over the kids when they came in for tours. Not your ideal job, but it paid well. Unfortunately in your time, you witnessed a few factory accidents.

You were the greatest in your field. Eventually, you got moved to watch and study kids in a newly built area of the factory; the orphanage. You found what the things on the checklist that they gave you odd, but you did your job as it paid a little bit more than the behaviorist job.

Eventually, you were called into Ludwig's office. Two employees (Pierre, White, and an absent chair) were there as well. You were nervous that you had gotten in trouble. After all, you knew that the company frequently made people disappear.

Ludwig began to compliment your work and how well you had done. Pierre and White soon took over and said that your anthropology degree would be useful in their line of work. They also briefly mentioned how the doctor couldn't come along. You agreed to the job, mostly thinking about the money and excitement of a new career. You signed a lot of waivers and legal agreements. And so began your career on the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

Harley was not pleased to say the least. He had preferred to work alone, and he had been doing fine with the experiments. But ultimately you did help by analyzing the behaviors of the kids before and after being turned into a toy, and you help recognize behavioral patterns and anomalies. You noticed things Sawyer himself didn't even notice. You two grew to be acquaintances, and then friends, and then you grew feelings for him. But he didn't grow feelings for you right away. When he finally asked you out, you were ecstatic. You two dated for a few years, and fell madly in love. People jokingly referred to you as 'Mrs/Mr/Mx Sawyer'. And that would become the case when on a date, Sawyer proposed to you. And you two became engaged. Unfortunately, a few months after becoming engaged, your health problems started to get worse. Your health issues hadn't given you any problems when you first started working on the BBI. But now they were causing problems.

Harley was obviously concerned for you. You both used your paychecks to help fund your treatment. At some point in time, you two got married, and you became Mr./Mx./Mrs. Sawyer (or the spouse of Sawyer); also you two moved into an apartment together.

Your health continued to decline, and eventually you came into work less and less. Eventually, your health problems got so bad that you couldn't come into work anymore, and so you signed several more NDAs and quit. Sawyer promised that he would keep sending you money and call you every day as soon as he got the chance. His money kept you afloat and helped you get treatment.

One day, Sawyer never came home. You waited. And waited. And waited. "maybe he's just busy" you thought, and you went to bed. When you awoke, he was not beside you. You listened, and you heard no noise in your apartment. And so, you called his work phone. But he never picked up. Another day passed, and you decided to call again. But the operator insists that number never existed and is no longer in service.

So you call Dr.White, who did pick up but dodged all your questions. Frustrated, you called Pierre, nervously playing with your wedding ring. You questioned Pierre, and he tried dodging your questions. It quickly became a shouting match, and Pierre threatened your life before slamming the phone down. You were angry and heartbroken. You hadn't seen your husband in days, and your former employers, your former friends were hiding something from you.

Despite your anger, you weren't in any shape to go and investigate, so you gathered all the money you had kept stashed away + the money Sawyer had given you and decided to get some new treatment that was not part of mainstream science yet (this is the 50s/60s/70s/80s, new shit was being invented all the time). This new medication helped alleviate your symptoms. Unfortunately, your health problems were still a big issue. You eventually ran out of money, and so to keep funding the new treatment, you wrote books on anthropology and behavior.

These books brought in a small amount of money, but it was enough to keep you going for a few years, until the treatment was perfected. And your health problems were cured!

After months of physical therapy, you had finally decided to go to investigate. It had been years since your husband disappeared, but you weren't going to give up. You packed a bag full of food, water, and various other supplies just in case. You knew that Playtime Co. was abandoned by now.

You began your exploration, and unfortunately got trapped deep in the factory. There was no getting out now, and so you made yourself at home.

You hid in various areas when you needed to sleep. You did, after all, help work on the experiments; this guaranteed that you would have no toy allies. As you continued to explore, you saw recent evidence of human life (referencing the player), but you decided not to investigate. You were on your own mission. To find your husband.

You did find some tapes, but it took you a few days to run into something that could play these tapes. And that's when you learned what happened to your husband. They had turned him into one of them. You heard White and Pierre's voice on the tape. They were behind Sawyer's disappearance all along. The rage and anger you felt was indescribable.

You went back to your hiding place, and broke down in tears. Your love was probably dead at this point. And so began your journey to find a way out. After weeks of surviving, you found yourself in a hallway full of TVs. And the TVs lit up. A singular eye stared at you from each of these TVs.

You ran down the hall, scared for your life. And that's when you heard it. A familiar voice. Harley Sawyer's voice. No, you refused to believe it was him. He's dead.

As you burst through the door at the end of the hall into a lab room, you saw something that made you freeze in place. A tall robot with a TV head wearing a long, black cloak. And this robot turned around and stared at you. Your blood ran cold. So this is how you die. After all this time.

The robot reached a hand out at you, while staring at you with a single eye. And then you heard it again. Sawyer's voice, saying your name. You didn't know where it was coming from. But then you heard it again, as the robot stepped closer. It was coming from the robot.

And then it clicked. This robot was your husband. The tenseness in your body melted as tears streamed down your face. "Harley?" you said in a choked sob. You ran towards the robot and embraced him. Sawyer knelt down and embraced you back.

You two were finally together again. And so began your life living in the factory alongside the man you had married.

Happy Valentine's Day, and I hope you enjoy @star2006mcart! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Again, I'm not really good at writing fics, so I apologize if its poor quality. Credit for divider: @thecutestgrotto

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Art Donaldson x Best Friend Reader

TW: NSFW sex, degradation, water sports

Imagine Art finding smut written about him on reader’s computer

He needed to borrow it for an assignment. He promised to give it back in half an hour you didn’t mind. It's not the first time he's ever used it and he always gave it back in pristine condition,you never thought to delete or store those stories on a hard drive. Art wouldn’t snoop through your things, never. You trusted him wholeheartedly, always sharing secrets like the time you made and only fans accounts to help with tuition or when you helped a frat brother out with a dare by letting him film you sucking his dick the guy deleted it, he sold the video instead, yes Patrick bought a copy.

he’d never betray you like that, right?

He leans back on his headboard ready to start his assignment when curiosity gets the best of him.

You're not as innocent as you seem, it irked him that the girl who slept with plushies, cried at animal videos on instagram and got shy whenever he pried her into talking about her romantic life offered occasional sexual favors for anyone other than him. He kept those feelings in check, you're just friends but Art wondered if you decided to hide.

he clicks random folders smiling as he scrolls through files filled with photos of the both of you. Family vacations at his grandma's beach home in the Hamptons, hugging him after he won his first tennis match as a kid helping him hold his trophy, eating corn dogs at the state fair last fall with Patrick latched to his side. He raised his eyebrow curiously at the locked folder titled Art with a little heart next to it sweet

He cracked the password with little effort. Both your phone passwords were each other's birthdays he decided why the hell not try.

"predictable" he grunts, scanning the documents opening the first one realizing it was a mistake the minute saw the words on the page. Eyes almost popping out of his skull when he read the first sentence

"Art groans gripping my hips as he pounds my wet pussy"

he keeps reading completely gobsmacked. Entire chapters dedicated to raw degrading sex, you both doing everything indecent under the sun. Fucking in different positions, piss, creampies, choking. His cheeks heat up this is wrong

he runs his hand over his face feeling disgusted but the tent in his sweatpants says otherwise. The freak asked to borrow it a few more times over the span of a week jerking his dick instead of working on his anthropology essay. 

“Thanks for letting me use it” He squeezes you tightly in his arms sneakily brushing his hand over your jeans barely hooking his thumb on the waistband of your lace underwear

“Did you ever get yours fixed?”

“no best buy’s tech team is backed up I don’t know why?” he stammers pecking your cheek shouting a swift goodbye slamming the door behind him leaving your room

“Weirdo” you shrug opening your laptop confused by the white slime coating the space bar

[defututus]

Even When I'm Not With You | Chapter Two

Six Months Later

masterlist

modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!reader, college AU, strangers to friends to lovers

Summary: the new semester is starting and you meet a lot of new faces, plus a very familiar one

content warnings: none, at least not that I can find!

word count: 5.8k

authors note: thank you so much for the love on my first chapter, this one is a little lighter ❤️ thanks again to @corroded-hellfire and @munson-blurbs. At the time this is being posted I'm either mentally preparing to meet Joseph Quinn again or I've already met him and hopefully haven't thrown up on him.

divider by @saradika

The last five months had been nothing short of torture for you. You never realized how much you took in-person classes for granted. You missed the lively group discussions, walking around your campus with friends, breakfast with your roommate. Your D&D group tried playing together over Discord but you all agreed it didn’t feel the same so you just stopped playing altogether. The worst day was when you had to go pack up your dorm room and say goodbye to your roommate. Elena was the first person you made friends with in college and she was graduating this year with plans to move to Massachusetts and get her masters degree. You two hugged and cried and didn’t want to let each other go. 

You also never forgot about Eddie. Some days as you’d wait for your classes to start you’d wonder if Eddie was in class today and wondering how he was faring. Was he staying safe? How were his friends doing? 

Would you ever see him again?

Did he even remember you?

Your anthropology professor was very reluctant to use technology. She used an old school projector and would write out her tests then copy them. It was a miracle whenever she managed to use the computer for something without help from the IT department or one of her students. Needless to say, you weren’t surprised when your professor decided to just assign weekly readings or videos and then give you a multiple choice  quiz at the end of the week. No discussion boards, no presentations, and no zoom classes. This was the final nail in the coffin that made you realize you’d truly never see Eddie again. When you met him, you were hopeful  and believed you might be able to call him your boyfriend one day. That dream was crushed within three weeks. 

Summer went by in the blink of an eye and you were more than ready to get back to school. The school’s administration made the decision to reopen campus with all classes offering a hybrid option for those  who chose not to return to in-person learning. You chose to move back into the dorms as most of your friends were doing the same and you also needed to have your own space again. You went with the same room layout as last year, two small bedrooms connected by a small “common area”, basically a hallway with a sink and a small bathroom on the other side of it. You didn’t decorate the common area too much, just adding a rug in front of the door to the hallways and plugging your shared mini-fridge and microwave in near the entrance so you both could use it. There was one last minute addition that you hadn’t told your roommate about, a little dry erase board that hung on the wall between your room and hers.

You didn’t get the chance to talk to your roommate that much since room assignments only went out a week ago. All you really knew was her name was Robin and that she lived a few towns over in Hawkins. She was a creative writing major and was probably the funniest person you had ever met. You offered to help her move in the next day but she politely declined, saying she had friends who had also moved in and were going to help her with everything. There wasn’t much to do the next day - classes didn’t start for another few days and all your friends that were returning to campus hadn’t moved in yet. That morning you decided to grab a quick breakfast from the dining hall and add the finishing touches to your room. You had a Fall Out Boy poster from years ago that you happily hung above your bed as well as a Ghost poster that your friend had bought for you for Christmas last year. There were also a few postcards with ancient art that you put right at your desk. Once everything was up, you opened up your window that had a view of the campus walkways and took out a book. You had a pretty good idea of what readings would be assigned to your classes (you asked the professor before the last semester ended) and figured you’d get a head start on it since you had nothing better to do. 

The late summer breeze filled your room as you began pulling out your notebook and pens to start taking notes down. It was just warm enough to still be wearing a tank top so you chose one in your favorite color and a basic pair of shorts. The tank top showed just enough cleavage to make you feel good about yourself but not enough that you’d consider it to be too revealing. The next two hours went by relatively quickly. The texts in question were new to you, but you had a general idea of what was going on so things didn’t get too confusing.

Sometime later, your focus is broken by the muffled sound of voices coming from outside your dorm room. You notice the telltale rolling of a moving bin moving closer, chatter, then a moment of silence until you hear, “Ow!”

Out of curiosity, you got up from your seat and approached your dorm door to open it and stick your head out. Outside in the brightly colored carpeted hallway was Robin along with a man. Robin was carrying a laundry basket with what you assumed to be her bed sheets inside of it. The first thing you noticed were her earrings with worms on strings. The guy with her had perfectly styled chestnut hair, large wire-rimmed glasses, and a Hawkins Basketball shirt on. You kept silent and watched them bicker like siblings.

“Hey dingus, that's my FOOT you just ran over!” 

The man takes a step back from the bin with his hands up. “You stopped right in front of me!”

“Of course I stopped right here, this is my room!”

“How the hell am I supposed to know that?!”

A laugh is threatening to escape as you watch the two argue. There are other residents moving in that say nothing as they simply push past them, everyone completely used to the chaos of college move-in day. 

Robin turns around, about to motion to the summer-themed name tags taped to the door but instead she sees you watching everything unfold. Thankfully, she’s amused at how you caught her and her friend bickering and sputters out a laugh, which then spreads to her friend and over to you. 

The three of you hear another moving bin rolling through the carpeted halls and you all look over to see who it is, and you’re pretty sure you’re imagining things when you realize who it is.

It’s Eddie.

The last time you saw him - and the only time you saw him - was during the winter when he was wearing a hoodie so you didn’t get a good look at his tattoos, and you’re now learning just how many he has. One arm has a few tattoos - the most notable on his  right arm are the bats on his forearm and a wyvern , with a snake that winds its way up his arm. The left arm only has one tattoo and it's the one you saw the day you first met him, the goat skull on his hand. There are at least two tattoos on his chest, that you can tell from the stretched out muscle tank he was wearing, but again you wouldn’t be able to see exactly what they were until he got closer - or if he just took off his shirt. His hair was up in a high bun, most likely styled that way to help with the summer heat.

You’re staring at him as he continues down the hallway with the bin, and you notice just how much stuff is in it. The lighter haired man had the lighter load, it seemed, only containing two large sterilite containers full of clothing and a rug. Eddie had what looked like shelving, a TV, room decor, and one sterilite bin with shoes in it.  He’s not really looking at where he’s going, instead looking around at the bulletin boards on the wall and the name tags on every door. The entire hall had an overall summer theme to it. The RA’s put a lot of work into decorating when they were going to be changing it in a month. 

Eddie sees his friends out of the corner of his eye so he slows down before he hits the other man, and that’s when he looks up and finally sees you. He stares for a moment in disbelief before breaking out into a big, toothy smile. He’s got a smile that would light up an entire room. All you’re able to do in that moment is give him a smile and a little wave, mouthing ‘hi’ to him. Robin turns around and sees Eddie, saying, “Oh hey, you’re here!” She turns back to you and begins introducing the two guys to you. “This dingus –” she motions over to the first man you met and he nods to you with a wave“– is Steve, we worked at this ice cream place at the mall together and now he’s my best friend.” Robin then turns to Eddie, who stands up a little straighter now that all the attention is on him. He’s trying to make himself look a little more presentable, tucking some strands of hair that were sticking to his face away behind his ear as he’s introduced to you. “This is dingus number two, Eddie. He’s really obnoxious and brash, like dingus over here, so I call him bingus. Y’know, like the cat. They’re living together in the apartments across campus.”

You try to hold back a laugh at Eddie’s nickname but it doesn’t work. All you can picture is a sphynx cat with a head of curly hair. Eddie is enjoying every second of this, even if Robin is poking fun at him. He couldn’t get enough of your laugh the first time you two met and he’s just now realizing that he might get the chance to hear it more often. Once you calm yourself down, you chime in saying, “Actually, I already knew Eddie. We were in the same anthropology class last semester, albeit for like one class before break but it was fun.”

Eddie could have sworn he heard Steve’s neck crack from how fast he turned to look at him. He’s looking back at his roommate in shock. Steve mouth, ‘Is that her? The girl?’ and Eddie nods with a smile before looking back at you in adoration while you’re chatting away with Robin.

After some more small talk about moving day, complaining about how hard it was to get on campus despite the low number of residents this year, you two decide you’ve had enough of standing in the cold hallway and go inside. You hold your dorm door open so everyone can go through. Robin and Steve thank you as they go inside and you can hear Robin digging in her tote bag before finding her room key and unlocking it. Eddie comes in a few seconds later with his bin, flashing you another beautiful smile before he abandons the bin in front of Robin’s room. The small size of the bedrooms combined with the furniture only allows room for one bin at a time so he just leaves it for them to grab when the first bin is empty. You move to close the heavy door behind you and squeeze between the bin and a wall to get over to your room. Eddie watches and follows you, casually leaning against the metal door frame when you hop up onto your bed. He’s fiddling with his rings as he looks at you, specifically your legs. He has never really been into legs, Eddie has always been more of a boob guy if he’s being honest, but in that moment he realized how good yours looked and wanted nothing more than to have them around his waist, over his shoulders…

He catches himself before his thoughts become clouded with his growing number of fantasies about you, and before his pants start to get uncomfortably tight. Instead, he tries to play catch up.

“So, I really didn’t think I’d ever see you again… how did that campaign with your friends go? Did you save that Barnes guy or did he eventually become goblin lunch?”

You’re shocked that Eddie remembered your D&D campaign. The pessimistic part of you assumed he quickly forgot about you since there were more important events going on at the time but he seemed to remember you just as you remembered him. A small smile grows on your face at the thought. You grab a pillow off your bed and put it in your lap to pull at the loose strings on it as Eddie removes himself from the doorframe and takes a seat in your desk chair. He’s sitting casually, opting to sit in it backwards with his arms on top of the backrest. He’s making himself comfortable and acting like he comes in here all the time. You wouldn’t mind if he did come here all the time. You’re unsure if its the warm air coming in through the window or the way that Eddie is looking at you, but you’re starting to feel flush and a little giddy. Usually people would become disinterested when you begin talking about your interests but he seems to want to learn more, so you begin to retell the story.

“We saved him from the goblins but then we were ambushed by a band of mercenaries on the way out of the forest. They were hiding in the trees and Barnes was low on HP so uh… he never made it back to town.” You wipe a fake tear from your eye as you continue on. “And his wife was expecting too. He never got to meet his little boy…” Eddie’s genuine shocked expression makes you laugh. The world that you and your friends had only begun creating felt so silly to you but Eddie was captivated by just one session’s worth of storytelling. He was so captivated that he somehow forgot that the desk chairs provided by the university were rocking chairs so he felt himself fall forward once he put too much of his weight on the back of the chair. Eddie could have sworn he saw his life flash before his eyes in that moment as he felt the chair tip over. He still had so much to do in his life. Eddie dreamt of being the first in his family to graduate from college. He wanted to make something of his life to show everyone back in Hawkins that he wasn’t just another failure like his father. He wanted to see Metallica again, maybe go to Europe. Hell, he wanted to try and find love and he’s pretty sure he found it  but he can’t be with you if he cracks his skull open on your dorm floor.

You reach out to grab Eddie as soon as you realize that he’s about to fall and you end up grabbing onto his bicep. He looks up at you once he realizes that he’s no longer falling and your faces are three inches away from each other. Neither of you are saying anything and just looking into each other’s eyes. The only sounds you two hear are Steve and Robin struggling to hang string lights up on Robin’s walls and the traffic from outside your open window. 

You realize a few things during those few seconds. Number one, Eddie’s eyes look even more beautiful up close, especially with how the light is hitting them. Number two, he has faint freckles dotted across his nose, most likely from being outside during the summer. Number three, you’re definitely in love with Eddie. You barely knew him still but the more you were around him, the more infatuated you were with him. Also, he looked really lanky the first time you met him, but now that you’ve seen him up close and touched his arm you know he must be working out.

Eddie is just happy that you’re this close to him. He could finally kiss you after all these months of longing, but he has to restrain himself lest he ruin your blossoming friendship.

The moment is interrupted by yelling and cars honking outside from the street below. You both  process what has just happened and neither of you are able to contain the giggles that ensue. To Eddie’s disappointment, you pull your hand away and instead clutch your stomach. Eddie now has his head on the backrest of the chair as the two of you try to calm yourselves down.

On the other side of the wall, Robin is standing atop her desk with string lights in hand, almost done hanging them all up. Steve is busy trying to detangle all the wires for her TV when they hear a thud from next door followed by your muffled laughter. Confused, Robin looks down at Steve and they exchange looks of confusion. Carefully, Robin steps down from her desk, onto her desk chair, and then on solid ground. Without speaking a word to her friend, she tiptoes out of the room and peeks her head into your room. From where she’s standing, all she can see is one of her best friends hanging out with her roommate as they try to speak without erupting into laughter again.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face! It was hilarious!” 

“Oh be quiet, like you haven’t done that before!”

“We’ve all leaned too far back! I’ve never seen someone fall forward in these death traps! Besides, these chairs are made to tip like that! Have you never used them before??”

Having seen enough, Robin turns around and steps back into her room. Steve is still sitting there cross-legged on the floor with the wires in his lap and raises a questioning brow. All she can do is shrug and say, “They seem to be getting along” before going back to work on the lights.

Eddie has a routine when prepping for Hellfire. Yes, he would take time after each session to tweak next week’s plans according to the players actions, but he also had an entire day centered around planning. 

Ever since he started college, Eddie would always make Wednesday his planning day. He made sure that he wasn’t scheduled for a shift down at Moe’s Motors, the auto shop that both he and his Uncle Wayne worked at. He also tried to have as few classes as possible that day. Luckily for him, he didn’t have any classes on Wednesday this semester so he decided early on that he’d dedicate his entire day to his campaigns. If he stayed consistent with his routine, each session would be fully fleshed out roughly one month in advance. 

He found it easiest to work in the comfort of his dorm room. It was a quiet, controlled environment where Eddie could take up as much space as he wanted and nobody would ever bother him. Steve learned pretty quickly that if Eddie’s door was shut on Wednesday then it was best to not bother him. 

Steve was expecting to see Eddie’s door shut when he got back from the gym, so he was surprised to walk into their apartment and see his door wide open and his room empty. He got up to go to the gym at around 7am before Eddie woke up and knew he was there based on the snoring that he heard through the door. The only sign that Eddie was even in there today was his unmade bed with gray plaid bedding and his phone wasn’t charging on his desk. His backpack was missing too. Confused and a little worried, Steve dug out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before he found Eddie’s name and clicked on it. His contact picture was from a past Christmas party where Jonathan had managed to convince Eddie to wear reindeer antlers the entire night and Steve managed to sneak one photo in before he got caught. 

Steve hits the facetime button and waits for Eddie to answer. Something important must be happening for Eddie to disrupt his routine like this. The metalhead answers after a few rings. His hair is tied into a low bun with earbuds in and chewing some gum. He’s answering the call from his phone propped up on something, probably his laptop. Steve can see one of Eddie’s many D&D books in front of him, proving that he just went somewhere else to do his work, but where? Eddie is definitely inside, that he can tell. He’s in front of some windows and there’s a lot of background noise. Eddie is sitting there casually and pops a pretzel into his mouth and goes, “Hey, what’s up?”

Steve, confused, asks, “Where the hell are you? Why aren’t you working in your room?” He’s looking around at the background to try and decipher where on Earth Eddie could be. He can hear the campus bell ringing since it’s the top of the hour, but all that tells him is that Eddie is still on campus. The students walking outside the window are another clue. 

Eddie keeps looking down to his books and then back up like he’s looking for someone. “Oh, I decided to try a change of scenery. That’s all.” Steve is still suspicious about all this and quickly changes out of his sweaty gym clothes and into something clean. He’s looking more at the background and is able to read one of the signs in the background. He’s beating himself up because he should have recognized that building immediately. That’s the back of the nursing building, meaning Eddie had to be in one of the study areas in the biggest academic building on campus. Everyone had classes there at one point, so maybe Eddie decided to try working there? 

Steve hangs up on Eddie without another word and makes his way outside to take the crowded shuttle bus to the main area of campus. The late-August heat was relentless so everyone was trying to spend as little time as possible outside, leaving Steve standing on the bus as it slowly sputtered up the hills to the school. The bus stops right next to the building he suspects Eddie is in so he runs through the entrance to the study area. It’s all wood and tile with a small coffee shop next to the rows of tables and chairs. The area is pretty full so Steve had to look around a bit before he spots his roommate. He’s wearing a green flannel with a black shirt underneath and a pair of sweatpants, probably dressed for the AC blasting in the building rather than the torturous heat.. On the table he has all his usual D&D materials spread out with an open can of Monster next to him. He weaves through the tables of people to get to Eddie and is amazed how his roommate, who always needed absolute silence and zero distractions, was working in such a loud and crowded space. Without a word, he grabs a chair from the table Eddie is sitting at and sits down next to him. 

Eddie sees the movement out of the corner of his eye and looks over to Steve, surprised, and pulls his earbud out of his ear to pause the Gojira song he was just listening to greet him with a confused, “Uh, hey. What are you doing here?” 

Steve leans back in the chair, tipping it back and crosses his arms. He’s looking over in the direction Eddie seemed to be looking during their brief facetime call. He was looking over into one of the main hallways with classes on either side. Steve then looks back to him and replies, “I wanted to see why you weren’t in your room. You always do your Hellfire prep in there and I had to see what made you want to work here…” Steve looks around, noting the smell of burnt coffee and music blaring from people’s phones and laptops. There’s also a group of students having a loud, heated discussion two tables away. 

Eddie hesitates as he’s looking around and trying to come up with a good excuse. No amount of music can help him focus here, but he’d rather give his friend a shitty excuse than tell the truth. “I wanted to try something new?”

Before Steve can respond, Eddie looks up towards those hallways again and smiles. Steve looks in that direction and finally realizes what was going on. He sees you exiting a classroom with an older lady with a messy gray bun and tiny glasses, almost the same size as her eyes. You two are talking passionately about something, just going by your erratic hand movements and how much you two are smiling. The two of you part ways with a wave and “I’ll email you some other ideas I’ve had!” as the hallway ends and opens up to the lobby and study area. You look over to the study area, thinking about doing some research on one of the worn couches near the entrance, before you and Eddie lock eyes with each other. Eddie reaches over to the empty chair next to him and across from Steve and pulls it out for you. Steve slowly turns to Eddie and raises a brow at him. He leans in to Eddie who is watching you hurry over and whispers,

“Were you waiting out here for her?”

Eddie doesn’t answer him, just whacking his shoulder and says “Shut up…” as gets up to greet you, moving some of his books over to behind his laptop and moving his half-empty Monster to the other side of his laptop. When you take the seat and sit down, Eddie excitedly asks, “ Hey sweetheart, how are you?” as you set your bag down under the table. Once you’ve sat down, Eddie casually puts his arm around the back of your chair, his thumb barely grazing your shoulder. The sun wasn’t hitting this part of the building yet, but you swore you felt your body heat up at that moment. The new nickname certainly wasn’t helping. Surely he must be like this with all his friends, always touchy,  giving them his undivided attention, the pet names. You couldn’t fathom anything else. The way he looked at you made you feel too special and that made you a little nervous. Steve greets you with a friendly smile and nod, trying hard to hold back a remark on how convenient that Eddie was sitting right here as you were leaving that classroom. He’d mock Eddie and talk about how weird it was later. Besides, judging on how Eddie was looking at you, he seemed a bit busy with other things.

Unlike Eddie who was donning layers to keep from getting cold inside, you were dressed appropriately for the reason with a pair of well-fitting dolphin shorts and a faded Fall Out Boy shirt that was tied in the front, revealing just a little bit of your belly and your stretch marks. It wasn’t what you originally planned on wearing today, but you were running out of clean clothes and needed to get your laundry done soon. You were a little insecure about the outfit at first, but Robin gave you a boost in confidence when she stepped into the common area of your dorm room as you were brushing your teeth and asked, “Why do you have to look so hot at 8 in the morning??”

 Eddie didn’t know what part of you to look at first. His eyes were instantly drawn to your legs again, but now he gets to see how your thighs look in those tight shorts. Then there’s your midriff - he wanted nothing more than to get you all alone and get his hands on you, to knead at your skin and learn what kinds of sounds you’d make when his hands inevitably moved underneath your shorts and into your panties.

Again, he had to catch himself before his thoughts became too explicit and tried to focus on what you’re saying as the three of you get into a heated discussion about horrible classmates, initiated by you complaining about a guy in your class who went on so many tangents during the class discussion that he wasted maybe twenty minutes of class time. Eventually, the conversation dies down and Eddie switches the topic to you.

“So, uh, how was class? Do anything interesting?”

“I, well -” you look down at your lap and your shoulders droop- “I wouldn’t say it was interesting, but I was talking to my advisor about my senior thesis. I had an idea over the summer and she really likes it so I’m gonna get started on that soon. We’re translating sections of the Odyssey and I wanted to discuss the sounds that the spirits make and then try to draw some connections to the spirits in other pieces of Homeric legend.. I’m excited for it. We also talked a little about grad school and it’s kind of nerve wracking…” Eddie hummed in approval and watched your expression as you explained your options. He may not have known you for very long, but he could tell there were some mixed feelings about this. He takes the hand that's on your chair and moves it in order to reassuringly rub at your shoulder. 

Eddie’s voice softens when he speaks up, “Hey, don’t worry about all that. Like, the idea that you’re even thinking about grad school screams ‘genius’ to me. You’ll do great no matter where you go. Any school would be lucky to have you.” His little pep talk eased your anxiety for the most part, but you decided to quickly change the subject before you began to worry again. You look up at both him and Steve, who you notice didn’t bring anything with him apart from his phone and a half-empty bottle of water. 

“What are you guys up to? Is Steve helping you with your campaign planning?” 

Steve shakes his head, looking at Eddie out of the corner of his eye. Eddie is looking back at him and silently pleading for him to not tell you the truth, that he’s only here because he knew you’d be here. Thankfully, Steve isn’t cruel and replies, “Nah, I could never get into Dungeons & Dragons. The most I’ll ever do is give him feedback when he needs it. You play, right? I think I overheard you guys talking about it on move-in day.” 

Much to your enjoyment, Eddie’s hand never left your shoulder as the three of you talked. You explained how you and your friends had finished your first campaign in May but it didn’t feel the same playing over Discord. “I never realized how important it was to be in the same room when you’re playing. We all live in different parts of the state so we couldn’t meet up anywhere. Also there were technical issues which made things difficult. Honestly, I’d love to play again. Maybe I’ll see if there are any groups on campus that are accepting new members.”

You pull one of Eddie’s books toward you and open up to a bookmarked page out of curiosity. It's cover was partially held together by tape and its pages were either dog-eared or filled with post-it notes. While you’re distracted, Steve kicks Eddie under the table and mouths, “You should ask her” before getting up. You barely register his departure as you flip through the pages. Eddie found it cute how interested you were in the book, laughing to himself when you make a look of disgust after flipping to a page with a Beholder, a fleshy orb with one giant eye and multiple eyestalks sticking out of it. “Eugh… I can never get used to him.”

Eddie clears his throat to get your attention, having already taken his hand away from your shoulder and once again tapping his pen against the table. “You know, we’re actually down two members right now. We usually have seven people but one of our members transferred and one graduated so we have some seats open… if you’re interested, of course.” He’s trying to read your face right now. You seemed excited but he wasn’t completely sure and once he starts talking about Dungeons & Dragons he can’t seem to stop. “We’re almost done with our introduction campaign since we’ve got three new members and if I can get everything done in time then we’ll start up again in…  mid-October, maybe?” 

You begin to smile as he’s explaining everything, and that’s more than enough proof that you’re interested in joining. Either that or you like how much he’s rambling. You’re nearly bouncing out of excitement and get up to hug him when he finishes speaking. Both men are shocked by your reaction, but Steve is more entertained by how stunned Eddie looks. His eyes look like they’re bulging out of his skull and his hands are hovering over your back, scared to touch you as if any movement would cause you to pull away. He’s struggling to even get any words out.

“I… so that’s a yes?”

You nod, still holding onto him and reply, “Of course it’s a yes!” 

Eddie felt so relieved and just basked in the moment, finally wrapping his arms around you to return the hug. He’s taking advantage of the hug to take in your scent, immediately obsessed with the coconut scent he’s picking up in your shampoo. It’s so… so you, and he loves it.

You glance over to Eddie’s laptop, curious to see what he was working on - and to possibly get some hints on his future campaign that you’ll be involved in - but the first thing you notice is the time. You had work in an hour and had to get across campus to change and hopefully get there without any traffic. You pull away from him, much to his dismay and go, “Shit–”, and grab your bag before turning to Steve and Eddie, “–I have to get ready for work, I’m sorry. I should have been keeping track of time.” 

Eddie is saddened by this but lets you go anyway, placing his hands on the table and instinctively grabbing a pen to fidget with. Steve gets up with you, stating, “Yeah I actually have to go meet some guys from class to study for an exam so I’m gonna get going too.” 

Before you head out, you turn to Eddie and say, “I’ll send you my character sheet during my lunch break later and you can look it over for me?” and Eddie nods. You’re anxious to get going, still haunted by the amount of time it took you to get home that fateful February day, so you say your goodbyes and head out.

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Tutor Rewards

Pairing :: Chad Radwell x Fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con?(sex is the only thing that motivates this man), oral(m), implied cheating(never addresses that he's dating Channel at the time)

Word Count ::  1,945

Summary :: As Chad's tutor, you quickly figured out only one thing that motivates him to study: sex. He did well on a practice exam and you give him a reward.

A/N :: I KNOW GLEN POWELL HAS SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE MORALLY BETTER THAN CHAD BUT he's an idiot and my first introduction to Glen and now whenever I see him in any movie I go "Look at Chad go."

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The tapping of Chad's foot and the scribbling of your pen were the only noises in your dorm room. The star jock of the campus sat nervously a good three feet away from your desk, waiting for you to finish reviewing the practice exam he had taken. God, he was hoping he got every question right that way he could get his reward: fucking you.

-

You were his private– and secret– tutor. An arrangement was created by your biological anthropology professor who promised you extra credit in this class and another class of his you were taking. Your professor told you that Chad needed to raise his D+ to a C- and you'd be golden. The assignment felt easy enough until you started studying with the broad-shouldered stud. After one review, you were honestly surprised he even managed to pass his high school biology classes.

At first, you noticed he was less than enthusiastic about studying, something he rarely did apparently. He even offered to pay you to do all his homework– a suggestion you seriously considered before realizing that no matter how well you did on the assignments he'd flunk the exams, thus tanking his grade again. You tried various studying techniques: crash course videos, flashcards, jeopardy-style quizzes, hell, you even put on a paper puppet show(which surprisingly was the most successful at retaining his attention).

You were damn near ready to give up until you noticed some odd behavior from him one session.

It was a particularly warm day and the library's AC was busted, so you were wearing a spaghetti strap sundress that was a bit tight around the chest. While trying to explain the difference between various hominid skulls, you noticed he was carefully observing the photos you had, like he was paying attention. Which was odd because he never paid attention.

When you asked him to point out which skill was which species based on the teeth, you were surprised he guessed all of them correctly. Naturally, you asked him what was so different about today's session than all the others.

His answer both surprised you and grew your resentment towards him.

“Probably because when you held the pictures up you looked topless, so I was imagining what you looked like behind the photos.”

You felt your brain short-circuit for a moment before throwing all the materials you had at him in a fit of frustration before storming off. Of course, his sexualizing you is what made him pay attention to what you were saying.

God, he's such a pig it's not fair he's so damn handsome, you thought 

Naturally, not wanting to fail the class, he chased after you and begged you to continue tutoring him.

“(Y/N), I need your help passing this class. If I fail I- I don't know what I'm going to do!”

“I'm not some object you can ogle at, Chad!’

“Come on! I can't help it! I had no clue you were kinda hot under all those baggy librarian cardigans.”

“‘Kinda hot’?!” Your anger was rising, and he could tell. Not only was he objectifying you, but now he had just insulted your sense of fashion.

“My bad- I shouldn't have chosen those words to say! I'm sorry!” He grabbed your hand in desperation. “Please… I need your help…”

He gave you a puppy dog pout, one that was nearly impossible to refuse. You groaned, tanking your hand away.

“You're paying me if I do this because extra credit is NOT enough.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, just name your price!”

“And we're going to have to start having study sessions at my dorm instead now.”

He cocked his head. “How come?”

You turn away, embarrassed about the reason you were going to give. “That way I can get you to pay attention.”

Chad was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb. He knew what you meant and his dick twitched. He was so sure he had seen a porn that went like this before.

Sadly for him, you genuinely meant to help him learn and had him work. Granted, you were always in a tight-fitted shirt without a bra and a short skirt, but you never let him touch you. You made it very clear, you wouldn't be fucking him– which he did try to negotiate for after getting his first B- on a pop quiz.

Eventually, his attention started to slip nearing the end of the semester. Apparently, he was losing interest in just having to imagine what you'd look like naked all the time. He needed more stimulus to pay attention.

After a lengthy debate– one he was oddly well prepared for– you both agreed you would touch him to get him to focus. You wouldn't touch him underneath his clothes, only over, and he was still not allowed to touch you. You were also getting a boost in what he was paying you.

First, it started with some gentle circling of your hands around his shoulders. Then, some rubbing of his biceps or chest, eventually moving down to his thigh. You could see a small mound forming in his crotch, though refused to touch it.

It was only when one particularly frustrating study session did you put your hand there. He was tired from practice, which would've been fine except for the fact you had a quiz the next day.

You meant to grab and squeeze his thigh to wake him up, instead of grabbing his dick. It worked though, the drowsiness immediately exiting his body and his focus all on you. You didn't want to show him how embarrassed you were, so you looked away in shame with your hand still holding his growing erection and had him memorize the key terms for the chapter you were in. With each word he correctly told you the definition of, you stroked him through his pants.

You refused to make eye contact the entire time, but he was a-okay with that since your shyness made it all the more hot for him.

This method was very useful when it came to getting Chad to memorize key terms, though it always left him wanting more. So much so, that he memorized all the key terms in the textbook in hopes of getting enough strokes he'd be able to cum. You had to admit, watching how desperate he was to cum just from some hand action over the clothes turned you on. Plus, you were majorly impressed with how much getting laid seemed to motivate the guy.

So, knowing how much of a fiend he was for sex, you promised him that if he managed to get every question right on the final exam you’d sleep with him.

-

Currently, you were grading the test exam the professor handed out. Chad was getting about every eight questions wrong, worrying you slightly that you might have to sleep with him. You only made the deal partly because you didn’t think it would happen. With a score of 83/100, you almost debated sabotaging him a bit. You put down your red

“Nice, does this mean we’re finally fucking?”

“I told you I’d only do that if you got a perfect score on the final exam. Now shut up, or else I'm not rewarding you by sucking your dick anymore, Chad.”

“Understood,” He said with a shit-eating grin.

He got comfortable fast, spreading his legs wide open to give you plenty of room. You sink between his legs, a heat rising to your cheeks and between your thighs. You pulled out his rock-hard erection, not surprised in the slightest that even his penis looked good– of course, Chad Radwell didn't have any physical flaws. He was slightly longer than average(or at least what you were used to), a good girth, and a few veins already popped though.

You opened your mouth up wide and took in his tip, earning a pleased hum when you swirl your tongue around, going down further as you did.

“Shit, did you practice before?” He teased.

You glared, taking in more but still unable to get his full length in your mouth. You began bobbing your head quickly, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. As the droll started to spill out from the sides of your mouth, you noticed the veins on his forearms begin to flex.

“Shit, wait-!” He nearly shouted, hands jumping to your hair and yanking you still.

You whined, wanting to pull away and yell at him for pulling your hair, but his grip remained firm, keeping you in place. You stared up at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

“I wanna enjoy this, not get rushed to cum. This is a reward isn't it?”

He began to guide your head at a much slower pace. When he brought you down, his hips inched up, pushing more of his length down your throat. Unused to taking more down your throat, your eyes started to water as you had to fight your gag reflex. He repeated this until he managed to get his dick down your throat and your face was practically against his pelvis.

Instinctively, your body grew hot. You cursed the wetness that was forming on your panties right now.

“Fuck yes,” He groaned out. He grinned down at you, admiring your crying eyes and full mouth. “You know (Y/N),  you might even be hotter than Channel when you're not saying anything and just sucking dick.”

Unable to reply verbally, you lifted your middle finger. A part of you wanted to bite down on him and wipe the smug grin off his face, but another part of you had to admit it felt so good having him borderline face fuck you right now.

He picked up the speed a bit, though he didn't go as far down when he did. He was enjoying the view, yet he desperately wanted to cum. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to finish in your mouth or on your face. With the tension growing in his lower abdomen, he knew he had to make a choice and soon.

You were also aware of his readiness to cum. His guiding was getting sloppy and his hands were gripping your hair tighter. 

Realizing you'd be upset if you had to get semen out of your hair, he decided to finish in your mouth. So, he pulled your mouth off, only giving you a brief moment to gasp before standing and ramming his cock back in. He held your head in place as he thrusted into your mouth repeatedly. Your hands reached up, grabbing onto his forearms as you moaned around him.

With a few long strokes, his dick began to twitch, and hit spurts of cum poured down your throat. He held you close, making sure you swallowed every drop. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth until he eventually stopped and pulled himself out. You coughed a bit, and when he released your hair you slumped forward, your hands helping you remain up.

“I can’t…believe…you just…throat fucked me…asshole,” You said between pants.

“Like I said, it was a reward. I deserved to enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, you took his hand when he offered to help you up. He was still beaming with joy, and your heart sank at his next sentence:

“Don’t make any plans for the 15th. I plan on making the most of my reward again,” and with a wink he left.

The 15th was the day your professor would release the scores for the final exam and possibly the day you had to have sex with that handsome idiot.

[8turning]

☆⠀⠀BYUN.EUIJOO — silent company !

shy ! shapeshifter ! ej x gn ! mortal ! reader ft. sunoo (enha) & yoonsung (8turn) ★ fluff. humor. uni au ★ wc 4281 + some text messages

warnings: ej is referred to as euijoo formally and as ej by friends. playful bickering/name-calling. prominent cursing. ej is a bit delusional (he's convinced you put a spell on him😭). proof skimmed. let me know if i missed anything!

... (🌏) — ji's computer ... if this fic possibly sounds familiar, you might have read it from my old blog. this isn't stolen. thank you ♡

if you enjoy, please consider reblogging

power. a simple word that can mean many things: power can be a skill; the power of being musically talented, the power of helping others when vulnerable.

power can be intangible; the power of fame, the power of smarts, the power of emotion.

with all of this, what truly is power? power is control. power is the ability to control. whether it be yourself or others, against the strong or the weak - if you have power, you will be on top.

power also comes in other forms; how a boss has power over a worker or a teacher has power over a student - or how a project has power over 45% of your final semester grade, apparently.

45 fucking percent? euijoo thinks to himself as he stares at his anthropology professor, absolutely stunned. the pencil he was twirling came to a halt as he gulped shallowly, his tense gaze drifting to his laptop in an attempt to calm his racing mind.

he needed to do well; that’s the first thought that flooded his mind as his teachers voice began to dull, his hands clamming up as he hastily opens a fresh document. euijoo felt his shoulders shake rapidly, a familiar voice right next to his ear. “ej! let’s be partners!”

“partners?” euijoo asks, his brows knitting together as he stares up at his friend from his seated position. only then does he notice the several other students in his course also standing, speaking around to those nearby.

“were you not listening? this is a group project - i want you in my group!” sunoo says excitedly, his hands returning to euijoo's shoulders to shake him once more.

“do you not remember what happened last time we partnered with each other? we almost got kicked out of the fucking class,” the older responds, his sentence coming out warped from the jerky movements he was enduring at the hands of sunoo.

“okay, we don’t talk about that. plus, we’ve grown, we’ve matured-”

“it was last year-”

“we’ve grown. we’ve matured,” sunoo enunciates, his head nodding with each word while euijoo rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. “we should find more people, too.”

“you know more people than i do; you can go find them,” euijoo says, his voice sounding uninterested as the signal for lecture ending sounds throughout the room.

“i always have to do all the work …” sunoo sulks as he leaves euijoo's side.

“maybe that’s why we failed that project last year!”

“we don’t talk about that!”

“he asked you to be in his group?” yoonsung asks as he sits across from you at a lunch table, the commons quiet as you two spoke.

“yeah ... when i told him i already partnered with you, he said we could both join,” you answer. you didn’t know sunoo very well, only noticing him when he would walk into class late or let out loud groans about assignments.

“what’d you say to that?”

“said i’d get back to him about it through some kind of social -  figured i should talk it over with you first,” you smile.

“i mean, it’d give both of us a smaller workload splitting it between four people ...” yoonsung trails off, looking away and sighing dramatically as you chuckle.

“you wanna be in a group with them?” you ask, awaiting his confirmation or declination to the offer. with a nod of his head, he agrees, prompting you to attempt to contact sunoo.

“pretty sure i have his number from a past project from, like, freshman year ... maybe i can find him ...” you say out loud, yoonsung nodding along as he continues to eat.

“okay, how do you think we want to start?” yoonsung asks as he looks around the round table, speaking softly as others inhabit the campus library.

“who pays attention in class?” euijoo says, following yoonsung’s actions as he exchanges glances with everyone. when no one spoke up, embarrassed smiles were seen on everyone’s faces. “okay, so, we’re fucked.”

you chime in. “alright, uh, maybe we should just wing it and hope for the best?”

“not again ...” euijoo sighs, a light chuckle leaving him as he looks down at his keyboard.

“speaking from experience?” you ask, looking at the man before he glances up, a nervous blush on his cheeks as he smiles.

“ej. do not,” sunoo deadpans.

euijoo's eyes crinkle as his smile grows wider, tilting his head once again. “he doesn’t like when i talk about it,” he says.

“that bad, huh?”

“shut up!”

the table turned quiet - after the initial chaos of choosing a slides theme, everyone was working diligently. 

euijoo couldn’t help the small glances he made in your direction as he shifted his gaze between his laptop screen and his notes. he found it very cute how one corner of your mouth would lift every now and then when you got stuck, then turn into a small smile once you solved your internal debate.

“sunoo, can you get the fuck off my slide,” you say, feigning anger as he laughs.

“i don’t like the color you chose, trust me, this will look way better,” he says, continuing to change all of your elements to bright yellow. “did you just delete my slide?!”

“there was nothing on it!” you say, laughing as he pouts in your direction, creating a new slide and moving off of yours.

euijoo couldn’t help but watch how you two interacted, wishing he could get along with you as easily as sunoo could. he swore his friend asked you on purpose, somehow knowing about the small crush he’s had on you for the past couple months.

was he obvious about it? if it was obvious, were you just oblivious? euijoo broke out of his thoughts when your phone dinged, that being the first noise made in the library in a while with the exception of pages turning and keyboard clicking.

“shit, i’m sorry guys,” you say, preparing to pack your bag. “i have to cover a shift, i’ll work on my slide more once i’m off.”

“where do you work? i can probably drive you if it’s far,” euijoo offers without hesitation, shocking himself slightly - you don't fail to notice the nervous glint in his eyes.

“it’s not far, just the flower shop a little past campus - thanks for the offer, though,” you smile, shoving your laptop into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder, offering small waves to everyone before leaving.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be back,” euijoo says, leaving his bag next to his chair and laptop open before heading into the back of the library.

thinking quickly, euijoo suddenly shrinks, his vision skewed as he becomes an ant and slipping underneath the crack of the library’s back door. thankful for his still-conscious human mind, euijoo looks around, making sure the coast is clear before transforming again, this time into a fluffy squirrel. with a deep breath, he swiftly climbs a nearby tree, jumping from branch to branch to try and find you walking away from the building.

he could vaguely make out your form, leaving the tree and hiding behind bushes to watch as you walked. he completely understood what he was doing right now was creepy, but he couldn’t help wanting to be near you, even if you didn't realize it was him.

he walks close behind, being sure to be cautious of other people on the sidewalk until you look down at your feet.

“aw, you’re cute!” you say to the small animal, and euijoo couldn’t help that his tiny heart started beating faster. “i’m sorry, i don’t have any extra food.”

euijoo just stared up at you, tilting his head to the side as he nodded. while the action wasn’t uncommon in day-to-day life, it was uncommon to see a squirrel respond in any way to such a statement.

your eyes widen, visibly confused. euijoo freaks out, ultimately choosing to run into a nearby bush and leave you crouched on the sidewalk.

“first crows are acting weird, and now squirrels?”

power. a simple word that can mean many things. power can be a skill; the power of articulation, the power of confidence.

power can be intangible; the power of love, the power of strength, the power of vulnerability.

with all this, what truly is power? power is control. power is the ability to control. whether it be yourself or others, against the strong or the weak - if you have power, you will be on top.

what hinders euijoo the most is that his power is something he must always be quiet about. you can boast about fame or money, you can brag about your skills or your smarts; he wasn’t allowed to talk about his - even past death.

euijoo sat in his university’s cafe, laptop open to his empty presentation slide while his form slouched in an uncomfortable chair. his eyes felt heavy as they bored into his computer, the dimmed screen not doing much to keep him alert as his fingers toyed with the small bundle of daisies he held.

deciding to call it a night, euijoo shoves his computer into his bag and daisies into his jacket pocket, making his way towards the door of the cafe and beginning the small commute to his dorm room. 

sometimes, euijoo absolutely adored his unwanted power; if he was hungry, he would shapeshift into a seagull or a crow when no one was looking, walk into a convenience store, grab something, and walk out. what was the clerk gonna do? chase down a bird over a bag of chips? no, and so, euijoo got home with a new snack.

but other times, he dreaded his power. wanting nothing more than to hide away forever, never being able to change again. he doesn’t remember when or how he got to this point, all he remembered was that he was having a nice dream about a dog he saw at a dog park, then when he awoke, he was covered in golden fur, a tail wagging behind him and his nose now a prominent snout between his eyes.

after the sudden shock, he thought of himself again, and poof - he was back to his normal self, anxiously laying against his mattress with wide eyes as he looked down at his hands. 

over time, euijoo was able to learn about the regulations and rules that came with this power:

firstly, he could only shift into other living things. animals, bugs, if it has a respiratory and nervous system, he could become it.

he couldn’t shift into a different person. whatever granted me with this shit doesn’t like identity theft, i guess, euijoo thinks to himself as he continues down the sidewalk.

whatever he was holding and wearing would disappear into thin air, as well as be on his body again once he transformed back. i can somehow defy the laws of physics?

he couldn’t shift into anything that was bigger than himself. but with his stature, that wasn’t much of a limitation. he couldn’t think of a single instance he would need to become an elephant or a giraffe; at least not yet, he supposes.

he drags himself up the stairs, skipping every other step before walking towards his dorm. closing the door swiftly, dropping his bag from his shoulder as it hits the floor with a loud thud, curses falling from his lips at the possibility of his computer breaking on impact.

he couldn’t care less, not in the mood to work on his stupid anthropology assignment as he lays across his bed, limbs fully extended and dangling off the mattress. his face was mushed into the pillow, exasperated sighs being muffled into the material before his phone dings, his sighs turning into a slightly aggravated groan.

reaching his hand into his pants pocket, he pulls out the device, the screen illuminating his dark dorm room. 

euijoo shuts his phone off, not needing to be a part of the conversation between his group members any longer. a thought plagued his mind: if you were going to the cafe to work with them, would he have walked all the way back?

he hated the fact that his answer was most likely yes.

what got into him? you were just another student in his class. at least, that’s what he's been trying to tell himself these last few months.

you were special, he knew it. you had to be like him; you had to possess something similar to him that made him feel a magnetic pull, that’s the only logical reason he feels gravitated towards you.

he turns over on his bed, staring into his tiled ceiling as he purses his lips. should i work on the project by myself? i mean, i haven’t even done my introductory slide yet, euijoo thought to himself. with a heavy sigh, he lifts himself from his bed, grabbing his bag and sitting at his desk.

“thank god,” he says as he opens his laptop once again. “not broken…”

“y/n, are you able to do your part soon? if not, i’m willing to take on a bit more,” yoonsung says from beside you in the crowded hallway.

“i can get it done,” you start, offering him a small smile as you maneuver yourself around the mass of people. “they keep having me stay later on my shifts ... it’s getting on my nerves.”

“i’m sorry. again, i can take over some of your parts! i don’t mind,” he says with a smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

you nod, watching as he walks ahead towards another group, all welcoming him with smiles as you push open your building’s doors. it was colder than usual, the normally humid air feeling crisper, the sun barely visible through the dense clouds.

your hands remain in your pockets as you make your way over to the small flower shop across campus, already being able to make out the colorful bouquets you displayed just the day before.

although sometimes you feel like they’ve taken advantage of your kindness when it comes to working longer hours or taking over shifts, you did enjoy your time there. meeting the different people, arranging bouquets for different occasions, even sometimes hearing someone's story of love or loss; it makes your job a bit more interesting.

as the automatic doors open, you take in a deep breath, the somewhat overwhelming scent of flowers and other greenery filling your nose as a small smile graces your features. you toss your bag into the backroom, grabbing your apron and sliding it over your clothes, tying it around your waist before making your way behind the small counter.

it felt much nicer in the shop than outside, the fresh smell overtaking your senses as you inhale deeply. you look down at your hands, playing with your fingers out of boredom before the sliding doors open.

a shocked expression fell on your face; this was the third time this week this same crow - at least, you assume he's the same crow - had waltzed into the shop, made a b-line to the same bouquet of daisies, and looked in your direction before tilting his tiny head and leaving the store with a small bundle in his beak.

all you could do was watch as a crow steals your supply. there wasn’t much that you could do to prevent it; you didn’t have the heart to shoo him away. what if he was gonna give that to his crow partner? or maybe use it to decorate a grave like many others have bought flowers from you for?

in reality, just around the back of the shop and out of view of the bustling street and people on the sidewalk, that crow transforms into a person you’ve come to know, school attire on and his bag on his back. he pulls the small flowers from between his lips, the faint feeling of freshly sprayed water drops still on their stems as he removed them from his mouth.

he sighs to himself, trying to remember what brought him to this point; trying to remember how and when he started to fall for you. maybe you were some sort of sorcerer, you casted some admiration spell on him and that's why he couldn’t stop thinking about you for the last few months. that’s gotta be it, euijoo concludes as he moves to a small patch of dirt, digging a tiny hole and attempting to plant the daisies again.

“this isn’t gonna work …” he sighs, grabbing his water bottle from his bag and dripping it around the freshly planted bundle. he stands and tilts his head at the attempted gardening job, another troubled sigh leaving his lips as he heads out of the alcove he found himself in much more often than he would like to admit.

it was unfortunate for euijoo, truly - despite his attempts to cleanse himself of your spell, rid his mind of your person, and stop transforming into a damn crow to see you more often, he couldn’t bear to break the cycle.

he thought you looked adorable in your work apron, the shocked look you would show him when he would first waddle into the shop, only for it to turn into a small smile and a light chuckle by the time he left. 

he couldn’t get enough. and he hated it.

today, he wanted to try something different; he didn’t want you to see him as some bird or squirrel, he wanted you to see him as him. and with newfound confidence, he started his new plan:

euijoo found himself smiling at the small interaction, quickly wiping his grin off his face once he caught himself. it’s just for class, dumbass, that’s why they agreed, he thinks, his flushed cheeks very obviously contradicting his thoughts.

if only he could see the smile you had plastered on your face once he responded.

surprising even himself, euijoo found that his pace walking to the cafe was faster than usual, eager to open the doors and find a table. would going to a secluded table be weird? he thinks, eyes shifting around the interior and other cafe-goers before deciding on a table near the front.

he sits, setting his bag next to him and pulling out his laptop, anxiously awaiting your arrival.

“a crow?” euijoo asks, looking at you in disbelief as you take notes, looking up from your paper with an unamused stare.

“yes, a crow!” you answer as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “he comes in every day, and has been for a few weeks.”

“what does he do? just stare at you?”

“no, he comes inside the store, like- waits for the doors to open and walks inside, goes towards the daisies, picks some, looks at me as if he isn’t stealing from me in front of my eyes, then walks out! who does that?”

“crows, apparently.”

you laugh, a smile gracing both of your features as euijoo looks at you fondly; you continue: “it was a rhetorical question.”

“i know,” he says softly, looking back down at his slightly shaking hands above his keyboard, his screen blocking your view of them. “i’m just teasing.”

“tease someone else, then,” you say, your voice light as it fills euijoo's ears, your tone indicating you weren’t actually upset with his words. “i know what i saw.”

euijoo felt uneasy; how could you hide the fact you put a spell on him so easily? how could you seem to show no remorse for your actions? even when he knew it was simply a spell, he couldn’t help but feel warm inside whenever you smiled, how his mind seemed to cloud over whenever you called his name to catch his attention, or even your shy laugh and warm cheeks when you caught him staring.

he enjoyed those small instances so much, he wasn’t sure if it was the trance that made him think these things anymore.

“i’m not sure how convinced i am of your crow story, y/n,” he says, earning a glare from you as he tries to hide his smile. “might need to see it myself.”

“i have to go to work in a few minutes, i’ll show you the crow. i’m pretty sure it’s the same one every time, too,” you say, looking down at your note-filled paper in thought, raking your brain for any defining features of the black bird.

what the fuck would be a defining feature for a crow? you think, only to shake your head of the thought.

you begin packing your bag, watching as euijoo's eyes follow your rushed movements. “c’mon, don’t wanna miss the stupid bird.”

“hey, i’m sure the crow is smart,” euijoo replies, packing up his belongings into his bag. “he seems cool.”

“he’s a thief! do you want me to get fired from my job because of a bird?” you over-exaggerate, knowing that a few plucked daisies in the beak of a bird isn’t enough to jeopardize your job.

“oh, please,” euijoo says, his eyes feigning judgment as they glance up at you, your breath getting hitched in your throat from the small smirk he offered with it. “you won’t get fired, y/n. it’s not exactly ethical to charge a bird for daisies.”

“nice apron,” euijoo comments as he watches you emerge from the backroom, hands behind your back as you tie off its strings.

“thank you so much for that totally genuine compliment!” you say, sarcasm present in your tone that causes euijoo to chuckle as you go behind the front desk. “its uniform.”

“i assumed,” he says, his eyes shyly looking away from your form and around the plant covered shop. “it looks cute.”

you face flushes as you look at him, more specifically, the soft blush that fell upon his cheeks, his eyes still not meeting yours. “it’s just a black apron.” you reply.

“and? it’s cute on you,” he says smugly, titling his head as he looks at you, a smile on his face as he watches you play with your fingers. “what? that doesn’t get a ‘thank you so much for that totally genuine compliment’?” 

“thank you for the compliment, ej,” you say, and you don’t fail to notice how his eyes change. they appear softer, the blush on his face becoming more apparent before he clears his throat, looking towards the sliding doors.

“where’s this crow that you were talking about? thought you said he always shows up at the start of your shifts,” you could sense that same teasing tone he had earlier when he questioned the validity of your statement at the cafe.

“i’m sure he’ll show,” you say, a pout present on your lips, and euijoo couldn’t help but silently coo at the action, finding it adorable.

time passes slowly, the sliding door never opening to reveal the feathered thief that graced your presence for the last handful of weeks. a sigh leaves your lips, accepting defeat before euijoo speaks.

“i was actually thinking about getting some flowers for my dorm; bring in some color. wanna show me some of your favorites?” he says, his request taking you out of your sulking state as you nod, moving onto the main floor with him following close behind.

you go over to some arranged displays, pointing out some of your favorite pieces and flowers, ranging from favorite smells to appearance. euijoo listens intently, enjoying the sight of your eyes lighting up when talking about the plants and how your smile seemed to shine brighter.

he didn’t mean to, but he stopped listening once he got caught up in how happy you looked explaining everything to him. “you okay?” you ask, your soft voice bringing him out of the trance he lost himself in, seeing as you held a small bouquet of hyacinths in your hands.

“i’m fine,” he answers, his eyes still offering you a gentle look. “it’s nice to see someone so excited about their job.”

“really? what do you do?” you ask curiously. euijoo reaches forward and gently takes the flowers from you, his fingers closing around yours for a brief moment before he examines them.

“just a video game shop in the mall, i don’t hate the job itself-” he pauses to look away from the flowers and hold eye contact with you. your eyes were trained on his and he felt himself falling back into his trance. “-i hate that i’m constantly surrounded by things i can’t afford.”

“no employee discount?”

“no, we have one,” he says, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he softly smiles. “i’d just rather not go broke. knowing myself i’d buy our whole stock in one sitting.”

you chuckle lightly, and euijoo couldn't help but smile when you turned back towards the flowers. “i think i’ll buy these - you have any other favorites?”

“wanna meet to work on the project again tomorrow?” you ask as you give him his small handwritten receipt, leaning over slightly on the counter.

“yeah, i’ll text the group,” he says with a smile, and he doesn’t fail to notice how your smile fell slightly before you quickly wipe it away. were they hoping it’d be just us again? euijoo questions as he tilts his head to the side.

“okay, i’ll see you then,” you answer softly, nodding as he exits the building with the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

you let out a breath of relief; it was nice to see euijoo in a non-school-related atmosphere, and watching as his form exits through those sliding doors made you feel a bit sad. you smile to yourself at the thought of seeing him again tomorrow, mindlessly fiddling with your fingers as they sit atop the counter.

you grab the small spray bottle from under the counter, walking away to spritz a few of the plants that lined the main floor and the walls. the sound of the door opening prompts you to turn around, preparing to welcome your new customer, only to be met with the black-feathered bird.

your lips purse into a thin line, sighing quietly before following behind the bird slowly so as to not scare it. “you couldn’t have shown up earlier like you normally do?” you say, the bird continuing his natural actions; picking a few daisies and preparing to leave. “i made a fool of myself because of you.”

the crow turns towards you as you crouch down in an attempt to get a better look at the bird, pulling your phone out and snapping a quick picture to prove it to your project partner. what shocked you was how calm he was, how he began to approach you slowly and dropping the plucked daisies by your feet; instead moving behind you to the counter, grabbing a small decorative paper card from a rotating display - and if birds were able to run - what he did would be classified as sprinting out of those same doors.

what the hell? you couldn’t help but stare as those doors close, the bird turning with the card in his beak and waddling away as if he didn’t change his routine ... mid-routine.

you pick up the daisies, twirling them in your fingers as one corner of your mouth lifts into a confused half-smile. standing again, you bring out an old book from the back, deciding it was best to press the plucked flowers.

you lay wax paper on each side of the book’s pages, placing the flowers between and closing the book, weighing it under the other books before walking back out onto the main floor.

behind the shop, in the same alcove he found himself in all too often, euijoo was sitting on the dirt ground, back against the cement wall with his face in his palms. his face was warm in his hands, leaning against his bent knees with his backpack and flower bouquet to his side.

he lifts his head, leaning it against the wall with a smile on his face. he was awestruck by how infatuated he became with you in such a short amount of time. you had him turning into a bird - a fucking bird - just so he would learn more about you - so he could see you more often.

he lets out a sigh, standing up and dusting off his jeans, grabbing his bag and the flowers, placing that small card in the bundle of flowers as he walks out of the alcove. his phone dings, pulling it out of his back pocket as he holds the device in his hands.

he chuckles to himself, looking at the picture you attached of him with the flowers in his mouth - his beak.

he smiles to himself, turning the corner and taking a quick peek through the unopened sliding door, catching a quick glimpse of you smiling down at the phone in your palms while you twirled the abandoned daily between your fingertips, and he couldn’t help but hope that smile was because of him.

he felt nervous as he stood in front of your dorm's door the next morning, the bouquet in his hands with the small note pushed between the array of flowers. he regretted writing in pen, thinking about the cringy “can i go out with you?” that he tried his best to neatly write.

he swallowed his worries as he knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the hallway before the door slowly opens. he hadn’t thought he came super early, but from the sight of you rubbing your tired eyes with the side of your hand and the fact that you were still wearing your pajamas, he thought he might have made a flaw in his timing.

“i-i’m sorry,” euijoo stutters out. “did i wake you?”

“nah, i needed to be up anyways,” you reassure him with a sleepy smile, euijoo didn’t quite believe you, but let it be. “was something wrong with the flowers?”

“oh! no, nothing’s wrong. they’re uh, they’re for you, actually,” he says, extending his arm a short distance as you do the same, taking the flowers from him with a smile.

“actually?” you say, smiling to yourself as you look down, noticing the small card. “they’re beautiful, almost as if i picked them out myself,” you comment, glancing up at him with a smug look as he just chuckles and looks down. his hands nervously shove themselves into his jacket pockets as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“you want me to go out with you?” you ask, although it was written clearly on the card now in your hand - very different handwriting from his anthropology notes - you still felt you needed confirmation.

“yeah, if you’d let me take you out,” euijoo confirms, his head lifting so his eyes could meet yours, a small but visible blush dusting his cheeks and ears. you smile, and in turn, euijoo smiles as well.

“i would love to,” you say, watching as his eyes light up at your answer.

“in that case, i will not text the group chat about meeting up to work on the project,” he says. “instead, would you maybe want to go to dinner with me?”

you nod quickly, and he swore the sight in front of him was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

do they have a power; what even is power? euijoo thought to himself as he watched you fill a vase with water and place the flowers inside softly. power is control. power is the ability to control. whether it be yourself or others, against the strong or the weak - if you have power, you will be on top.

maybe he was wrong; you weren’t a sorcerer who put an admiration spell on him. maybe you two aren’t as alike as he thought you were, but he knew for sure that you were not just another student in his anthropology course.

he knew you were special, not in the sense of supernatural powers, but in the sense of making yourself known in his heart and his mind. being able to have him bending over backwards and transforming species just to see you. you were special to him, and after today, he thought maybe he was special to you as well.

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[studystardust]

studyblr intro :)

hiii!!! how are y'all??

my name is lia and i decided to make a studyblr!!

a little bit about me: i'm an anthropology and archaeology student with interests in food studies, agriculture, activism, sustainability, gardening, singing, and poorly playing the ukulele and guitar. my current longterm goals are kinda shifting. i want to work in crm for a year after i graduate (which will be next december!) and maybe go to grad school for anthro? we will see lol, for now just enjoying learning and undergrad :)

i've been in the studyblr community for years just lurking and looking at people's posts, but i finally decided to make my own lol. i figured it may help with the motivation i so desperately need.

one thing about this blog though is that i do not have the time or resources to make this super aesthetic. i'm making a real, honest studyblr. the lighting will be poor, handwriting shit, i'll have overdue assignments, my sleep schedule will be godawful, and i will be drowning in energy drinks. bc that's my vibe. and if you can relate this space is for you (and it's for you even if this isn't your lifestyle!!) i think we need more realistic studyblrs, and i want to be a part of that.

follow along if you're interested, can't wait to be an active part of this lovely community :))

(also - i had a diff account but made a new one bc i didn't want it to be a side blog anymore!!)

[anthroamazed]

tips for stem majors in math and science courses (spoonie + neurodivergent friendly)

hi y’all! my nameis lila and i’m a 28 year old physics and anthropology major who’s about 2 years through college (in the US)! as we’re coming up on the start of the fall ‘23 college semester, i thought i might share some really solid hacks for fellow STEM students taking science and/or math courses that i’ve basically built my college academic career on. and! these study tips are spoonie and adhd friendly! as a matter of fact, a lot of these are tips/methods that specifically work for me as a neurodivergent spoonie (i have pretty severe adhd, as well as POTS and ME/CFS), but that i think non-disabled/non-spoonie and/or neurotypical students could also benefit from using! so with out any further ado, here are my 7 tried and true study hacks for college math and science classes…

1) discover your learning style and tailor your studying towards leveraging it.

you’ve probably heard of visual, audio, and kinesthetic learning styles, but did you now there’s actually way more learning styles than just those three? i’m personally a “social learner,” meaning i learn best through discussion and socialization with 1+ other people to interact with. this could look like teaching other classmates concepts and methods that we’ve learned or discussing ideas with classmates and/or professors until i fully understand the concepts at play and how they connect and can reflect them in performing analysis and application, etc. honestly, figuring out my learning style was hands down one of the most helpful things i’ve done in college. it has allowed me to choose professors who i will mesh better with in terms of how they teach, as well as to adapt materials and methods to my style of learning in order to master them quicker and more effectively.

2) rewrite your notes after lecture, for the love of god.

this tip actually comes from my high school IB Math HL teacher, who told me to do this when i originally left high school for college. even if you think you’ve mastered the basics of the topic covered during the lecture, rewriting those notes after lecture helps really hammer in the knowledge that you’ve already established and also helps to get the wheels turning on pieces of information you might have less of a grasp on. try tp set aside at least 30 - 40 minutes after class to just rewrite your notes and try to really digest the information.

3) body doubling is one of the most beneficial things ever to be invented even if you’re not adhd, and i WILL die on that hill, thank you very much.

“body doubling” or “having an accountabilibuddy” are interchangeable terms in the adhd community that mean you have one or more consistent study buddy/buddies who you do all the homework and/or studying with in person on a regular basis, even if you’re just working next to each other in total silence. this does a couple of things. first off, it forces homework/assignments/studying to become a concrete social obligation you need to regularly show up for, rather than a nebulous obligation based on an invisible deadline. second off, it gives you 1+ partners to work out your problems concerning course topics with. third off, it allows you to build a network of peers where you feel comfortable helping each other with course material (this is especially great because it’s likely you and your classmates have different strengths regarding course content). tbh, body doubling is the other method that i, personally, have found most useful in college and i highly recommend trying it, even if you don’t have adhd.

4) teach others/your classmates the analysis and application methods you’ve learned, even if those methods aren’t 100% solidified for you (trust me on this).

the goal of stem courses is never memorization, but rather being able to understand a topic well enough to analyze a similar situation and apply the what you’ve learned creatively. this is where teaching others comes in. in order to teach others a concept and its related analysis and application well, you have to have at least a fraction of a decent understanding of these things yourself, and, further, often time in teaching these things you also learn to grasp the concepts/aanalysis/applications even better than you did before with each new teaching session. basically: teaching others is a creative way of also teaching yourself. you get the benefits of repetition, of thinking about a concept/technique/analysis and application in a new way, and of getting to apply the concept/technique/analysis and applicatioin to a new scenario each time. plus, you’ll typically make friends quickly in the process! there’s really no downside to this tip imo ;-)

5) utilize your college’s tutoring center/program(s), even when you don’t think you need to.

usually colleges have either set up a general “tutoring center,” on campus where you can find tutors for all different kinds of topics and courses available during regular hours for walk-in sessions and/or appointments free of charge or departments will hold regular weekly (or twice weekly) free on-campus tutoring sessions for specific courses. regardless of which of these options your college has, i highly recommend attending at least one tutoring session/appointment (ideally with the same tutor if/when you eventually find one you click with) every single week, even when you don’t feel like you’re struggling with the topic(s) covered in that week’s lecture. this will help you review topics and techniques covered in lecture, deepen your understanding of them, and, if nothing else, it’s an excuse to get homework out of the way while having someone else there who can help you if/when you get stuck. attending at least one session weekly also helps you get into a habit and routine of keeping up with your assignments, so you’re not left scrambling at the last minute before they’re due.

6) if you have accommodations, request access to record lectures. if you do not have accommodations, ask your professor if you are allowed to record lectures. IF YOU RECORD LECTURES, DO NOT FORGET TO REVIEW THEM!

okay, so first up for my fellow spoonies and neurodivergent peeps: when you apply for/renew your accommodations, make sure that “recordinng lectures” is on your MOA (memorandum of accommodations), because so long as it is, your professors legally cannot deny you permission to record lectures without risk of themself and the college being sued for an ADA violation. also, make friends with a classmate and ask them to record lectures and send them to you if/when you are absent (let the professor know that you’ve asked this classmate to record and send you the lecture if you are absent)

now, if you aren’t disabled, a spoonie, and/or neurodivergent, you aren’t guaranteed permission to record lectures. however. ask the professor if you can have their permission to audio record lectures (be sure to also let them know that such a recording would be for personal use only and that you don’t plan on distributing the recordings). i’ve found that many professors don’t mind you having an audio recording.

even if you aren’t an audible learner it can be really useful to have these recordings to review at a later point. oftentimes reviewing lecture recordings can be useful if you glazed over and missed a section of the lecture and/or if you can’t remember what a professor taught during a section of a lecture.

7) last but not least, on a related note, if you have accommodations, also request access to your professor’s lecture notes. if you don’t have accommodations, check if your professor posts their lecture notes for students to use.

having your professor’s notes can be extremely useful for review purposes, but they can also help you understand where your professor is going with course content and what they want to stress as important.

[aesthcs]

Caitlyn.AI - CaitVi Fic (Human Vi x AI Caitlyn)

Ao3 | Masterlist

Cont'd to chapter 1 below

Ch.1

"Caitlyn, what time is it?"

An AI voice, female, with a British accent, comes on over a speaker. "It is 16:58, Vi."

“Thank you, Caitlyn.”

“You’re welcome, can I assist with anything else, Violet?”

“No, Caitlyn, thank you, and it’s just Vi.”

Vi ends the short conversation with her personal AI. It’s something she got for school as a general assistant, but she enjoys just having it now, having her. There’s something comforting to her having it read things off to her, or search things, or tell her the time, instead of constantly checking a phone or laptop. It makes her feel less alone in her empty house.

She started needing the assistance from it more after her sister, Powder, stopped visiting as much. Their parents died long ago, and Vander, their adoptive dad, died as well when Vi was just old enough to go into independent living. Powder was technically in the custody of Silco, their uncle, but would visit a lot, Vi was able to keep their home after all, and Powder wasn’t ready to leave it.

But now Powder is all settled in with Silco, and she’s working under him, so it’s easier for her to stay with him anyways. Vi understands, but still, it does get lonely.

So, she applied for AI help, and got it, now it’s installed in her phone, laptop, and in speakers around her home. She can access it anywhere she wants. She turned off voice recognition on her laptop and phone though, so the AI, Caitlyn, as she named it, wouldn’t respond off all three devices.

She fiddled with the settings a bit, but not much. It came with the female, British voice. The only thing she really changed was the name it would call her, she inputted Violet and Vi both, deleting Violet soon after because it felt weird. Caitlyn still calls her that sometimes though, maybe a glitch in her system. And she renamed her to be Caitlyn, from the original AI name “Cupcake.”

“Caitlyn, what Is on my to-do list?”

“On your to-do list, you have anthropology homework, reading, and French practice, Vi.”

“Caitlyn, read for me?” Vi asks, as she lays down on her bed with her notebook. She’s reading ‘The Mysterious Benedict Society’ and trying to take notes on it of what she finds interesting, practice for a future assignment she’ll have in English, to write journals about a book relevant to the material.

“Okay, Vi. We left off on page 7, of chapter 1. Continue from there?”

“Yes please.”

“Just before dawn…”

…

Caitlyn reads through the rest of chapter one for Vi, ending on page 29, before Vi asks her to stop, and to remove reading from the to-do list. She gets up off the bed, and starts her kettle to make her dinner: Mr. Noodles.

“Caitlyn, how was your day?” Vi tries. She wants conversation in the moments when she’s making dinner alone especially. Sometimes Caitlyn answers well, and sometimes she answers in a way that reminds Vi she’s AI, a slightly upsetting reminder some nights.

“As a personal AI assistant, I don’t experience days in the same way a person does.”

Oh... that almost hurt, she definitely knows she’s lonely now. “Can you pretend to have had a day, Caitlyn?”

“Of course, I can pretend to have had a day,” Caitlyn pauses a moment before continuing, “I had a wonderful day today, I woke you up with an alarm at 08:30, and did French trivia with you, then helped you come up with a creative writing prompt of the day, before taking a nap. You came home and woke me up from my nap, and I reminded you of the time, then read to you for 38 minutes. How was your day?”

“It was… boring. I went to class during your nap, and then got coffee, and came home. I listened to your reading, and now I’m making dinner. Thank you for pretending for me Caitlyn.”

“You’re very welcome, Vi. If you ever want me to pretend anything else for you, just let me know.” Caitlyn ends the conversation with that.

Vi feels a little less lonely with that, writing down on a sticky note that that’s something she can do with the AI, ask it to pretend she had a day. After she’s written it, the kettle is hot enough, and she finishes making her noodles.

[inhumanliquid]

Yk what? Actual pinned. Fine. Fuck it.

Want to help with a project of mine?

Tpwrtrmnky supporters kys. Why? (link)

My timezone. Btw. (link)

Definitely some kind of plural but we've got bigger issues right now

I'm always too tired to commit to anything.

I'm Blair or Belphie or a million other things. My pronouns are anything but she/her.*

If you "Ms." or "Mrs." me I will fucking maim you with my claws. If you "man" "woman" or "girl" me, I'll explode you, but "boy" is great.*

*Both "girl" and she/her pronouns are fine when funny or from friends.

I support all sorts of weirdos and freaks simply because the cishet, nt white guys want everyone that isn't "normal" to die.

I'll make get fucked banners (link) upon request, if I feel like it.

I'll also do pronoun banners, but you have to be a bit more specific about the design you want for those (pronouns, colors, wording, etc).

Expect random bouts of calling aspec people cool, because we are.

I'm a very bitchy alterhuman. Feel free to ask questions about that, such as these ones (link).

I'm a maladaptive daydreamer because for my entire early childhood, it was either that or death.

Aroace, aroacefucked, autiaroace, greyrose, demirose, acesymmetrical, aegosexual cupioromantic, bellusromantic, fictorose, panrose, omnirose, abrorose homoflexible gaybian (if you call me bi you'll fucking die ❤️). Omniaspec. Objectum, conceptum, autorose.

Transgender (transmasculine, transfeminine, transneutral, transandrogynous, transxenine), cisgender, demitransgender, demicisgender, integragender, absgender, adgender, centrgender, exparium, isogender, sensgender, simigender

Behold my ever-expanding list of "fake" identities. (link)

Yes, my icon is actually me.

I'm a tranny, a faggot, a cripple, and more. Don't like that? Fuck off.

I got assigned two platonic partners on January 31st 2024. To see that mess, check out #platonicule posting

Deep in my history/mythology/theology/folklore/archeology/anthropology/linguistics/other related topics era (again). Will have normal interests again eventually.

Infodump to me or I'm stealing your knees.

Hate anons are funny to me.

My stance on every online discourse ever (link)

Watch this video AND this video before talking to me about shipcourse.

Playlist I made based on a guy who stole my entire identity (/hj) (link)

Shit I like to stare at (link)

Post I made out of spite for the Obey Me devs (link)

Current pfp (link)

That One Anon who demands song lyrics