#and don't think for one minute because we're talking about it. that we aren't supporting his music and doing everything we can

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Oscar Piastri x reader who is super talkative and can ramble for hours on end?

She's A Yapper - OP81

No part 2 requests please

Some people might say that Oscar and y/n aren't well paid. Those people would be wrong. And Oscar will tell them as much.

Before he met y/n, admittedly his world was a lot more quiet and held a lot less philosophical questions to think about. But he's also say it was boring and y/n's perspective on the world, which she tells him all about because sharing her thoughts with him is a way that she shares her love, is one of the best thing he can listen to during his day.

Zak has overhead y/n talking before and joked that y/n is like Oscar's own personal podcast.

"Did you know that some the stars we see are dead? Because the speed of light means that we're seeing them how they were 4000 years ago." Y/n states making Oscar smile since he does sometimes wonder not only where y/n learns this stuff but where she stores it all. "A lot of them are still alive but some of them are dead."

"I hope your favourites aren't dead." Oscar comments making her turn and grin, and it's the grin she gets when she's about to make an awful cheesy comment. Something she does often just because it makes Oscar all flustered, no matter how bad it is.

"Well my favourite and brightest star is definitely very fit and alive. Aren't you?"

Oscar groans shaking his head at her while she just grins proudly at him then stealing a kiss while his face is flushed.

"Baby, that was bad." Oscar laughs lightly before smiling as she just shrugs unapologetic about it.

"I think one day we should go to one of those astronomy places where they project the sky onto the ceiling and just talk about the stars."

Y/n would get bored after 10 minutes and Oscar would probably fall asleep, it also won't happen because y/n has a million and ten date ideas that have been suggested and then never mentioned again.

"Can we go to the beach now we're back in Melbourne?" Y/n asks making Oscar smile.

"Yes, of course we can." Oscar confirms making her grin.

Y/n starts to ramble about going to the beach and suggests taking some of the team.

Obviously Oscar in Australia means that he's getting most of the attention from the fans. Most of them support him or Daniel. Right now, primarily him because he's the new young talent who is showing promising potential for a big future in F1.

-

Sitting in the McLaren unit on the Thursday for media, a lot of it isn't filled with a whole lot. They get to have a lot of breaks between media duties.

"I love your helmet." Y/n comments as she lies on the sofa with his helmet on her stomach then she gasps sitting up making Oscar raise his eyebrows at her. "I just had the most amazing idea-well if you like the idea-"

"I will." Oscar assures her since he's never not liked an idea she's came up with.

"We could both design one side of a helmet. Even if you don't use it, it sounds fun."

He does love it. Mainly because at the beginning of his F1 career, y/n was really scared to be overly involved. It didn't take him long to notice she was really sort of dodging being involved with it.

"Which race are you thinking? Or do you want to do it for the next home race?" Oscar questions making her smile a little. "Go on, I know you have a race in mind."

"Well, since you've asked. I think it'd be fun to design your helmet for Singapore." Y/n states earning a smile from Oscar. "It's one of my favourite races and you had such a cool helmet last year, so it wouldn't be unusual to have a special helmet. I just like the idea of it. I don't know what my half would be but Singapore is quite a while away."

"That's true." Oscar confirms then smiling lightly at her. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much. Like...a lot." Y/n grins then grinning as she moves over and kisses the Aussie only for Lando to walk in.

"Ah! My eyes! My poor innocent eyes!" Lando exclaims earning a laugh from the young woman while Oscar just smiles.

"I know you're not trying to convince me that your eyes are even the slightest bit innocent." Y/n snorts earning a dramatic gasp from the Brit with his hand going to his chest.

"Alright, but Oscar is innocent." Lando states earning a smirk from the young woman.

"For your sanity-"

"Yeah, going to stop you there." Oscar smiles covering her mouth while Lando laughs.

-

Sometimes Oscar likes to hear y/n talk for hours on purpose. Like he says something to trigger her into a mass of thoughts that she can't filter and shares with him just speaking everything she thinks.

One of his favourite things to listen to her talk about is how she pictures their future.

"Baby." Oscar mumbles making her look up at him since they're in the hotel, a couple days earlier than the race weekend required purely to adjust to the timezone a bit more. "How do you picture our future?"

"Short or long term?" Y/n asks already excited to talk about it.

There's something so comforting about the fact that y/n really feels secure enough to not fear talking about how confident she is in their future together and how she has plans for it already.

"Both." Oscar smiles gently before he watches her shift a little purely out of being excited to do this.

"So short term, my Oscar Piastri is going be champion within a couple years." Y/n grins earning a hum of approval from him. "And possibly within 5 years we might be engaged."

5 years is a stretch. It's a generous window for him, her way of trying to not put any pressure on him about it and he knows it. But she'll be lucky to get out of 2025 without a ring on her finger from him.

"Then a wedding somewhere warm, preferably Australia because it's home." Y/n goes on practically gushing over the idea of their wedding. "As much as I'd love to see you as a girl dad with too many daughters to comprehend. I think I'll get pregnant and we'll have a little boy and then two girls."

"A boy and two girls ok." Oscar nods earning a grin before she flaps her hand excitedly at him.

"We'll be the best parents, not just parenting but we'll just be the milf and dilf of F1." Y/n beams earning a small laugh. "That's short term, there's just going to be F1, marriage and raising kids. Long term, when you eventually retire, we'll just live full time in Australia. The kids will be hitting the teen years, getting into whatever hobbies they've got. Maybe karting, maybe biking-maybe anything! We'd obviously be the type of parents who support any endeavour."

"Obviously."

"And they'd get to brag about their dad."

"Oh I'm a bragging right?"

"I brag about you."

Oscar grins at that because he knows she absolutely spends a lot of time bragging about him and she's unapologetic about it.

"What else is in our future?"

"Mmm...I think we'll travel a lot outside of work. I also think we'll keep our kids to us. They don't need to be in the limelight unless whatever they want to pursue requires it." Y/n hums earning a nod from Oscar since he knows she's yet to delve into what she wants to talk about with him.

"Names?"

"Boy is going to be called Connor. Because Connor Piastri because I've always like the name Connor. Then we're going to have Eden and Mabel Piastri. Because they're pretty names even if they're for old women."

"So they'll be Piastri's?" Oscar questions though he's only joking since he knows y/n loves his last name.

"We'll all be Piastri's."

Fuck did he say by the end of 2025? No. He's getting a ring before the end of the month.

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[worriedvision]

Your family consider you a failure - Wriothesley, Neuvillette

Okay so this is a very self-indulgent fic, basically reader had to drop out of university after they hit a real low with their health. A lot of mentions about being a quitter, and being a potential criminal and/or spoilt brat. It's a happy ending, although this is an angst plot. Wriothesley's one is longer than Neuvillette's...

--

Wriothesley:

When he asked when he would be meeting your parents, you were hesitant to take him. Your relationship with your family was shaky, and it didn't help that you still hadn't been able to 'pick yourself up'. It led to an argument, with Wriothesley talking about how lucky you were for having a family and you lashing out at him for trying to guilt you into taking him along for dinner. Your parents had heard of your relationship, and they were in favour of meeting the man. He was the Administrator, after all.

After some insistence, you finally invite him to meet your family. He fails to hide his excitement, asking what your family likes as he thinks of what teas he could take along as a gift, meanwhile you were preparing yourself for the family ripping your name apart and playing Cupid for another family member who accomplished more than you did.

"Oh, you must be Wriothesley!" Your mother greets your boyfriend, not you, at the door. "Please, come on in! We've been begging for our child to invite you over."

"Oh, I've been looking forward to this as well. It's nice to put a face to your family name."

Oh, our child is known for being a slacker with important things. Enough about them, I'll introduce you to everyone else!" Your mother giggles, Wriothesley just following in confusion at the sentence.

You stand outside for an extra minute, needing a moment to gather yourself. Unfortunately, your least favourite relative comes along.

"Come on, if you aren't careful I'm going to steal your boyfriend. He's a hot piece of action!"

-

Wriothesley didn't speak to you at the dinner table. In fact, he was silent. Staring at the table, he seems out of it.

"Oh, we have to tell you about (cousin)'s achievements. They are so gifted and talented!"

Oh crap, here we go. Your cousin brags about all of their degrees and qualifications, smirking at you whenever you'd make eye contact with them, and trying to impress Wriothesley. You were worried that your boyfriend was thinking about leaving you for one of your family members, especially with the jabs your mother made at the start of the meeting.

"_'s silent...Oh, sorry, I forgot you gave up." Your cousin chuckles. "I mean, failing to complete a degree and hiding behind health? Spoilt brat if you ask me." They continue. "Probably had to commit theft to keep their accommodation, how shameful."

"That's not true!" You plead, noting Wriothesleys shaking. "I've worked towards supporting myself."

"Oh, so you were lying about your health? Disgusting."

You hear a glass shatter in Wriothesleys direction, and upon looking over you gasp in horror. His hand had crushed the glass, now harmed by the glass.

"Is that what you think of people who can't get lots of qualifications? Well, let me tell you something." Wriothesley grumbles, hand still clenching as you try to calm him down. "I don't have degrees, nothing fancy. In fact, I have a criminal record, are you going to tell me I am a failure?"

"Well no, but-"

"In fact, I i think you are a failure of a human being if you are so close minded as to assume there is only one measure of intelligence." Wriothesley stands up, slamming his hands down on the table. You hold his unharmed hand, but this only makes him continue. "I do spoil _, but I do that because I love them. I am proud of my partner for picking themselves up, and I am ashamed they have you as a family."

"Oh? Didn't mean to strike a nerve there. Are your family-"

"Come, my love, we're leaving." Wriothesley tuts, you run to catch up with him. You hear your family call for you, your cousin calling you a gold digger as you keep going.

Upon your return back at the Fortress of Meropede, Wriothesley turns around and holds you close.

"I'm sorry for forcing you,"

You shake your head, crying into his chest as the long wait for the elevator to reach your floor continues. "I should have told you."

"What? That you're human? I'm not perfect either." Wriothesley sighs. Hearing a drip on the floor, you pull away, looking down at his harmed hand.

"Let's get your hand sorted."

---

Neuvillette:

When you proposed to Neuvillette, he requested to ask your parents for approval. He knew that some people would be intimidated by him, and approval from your family would reassure him you wouldn't get affected by this. Figuring it would be a quick visit, you agree.

If only you remembered just how cruel your parents could be.

Your parents tore into you, disrespecting you for needing some time to recover after failing to succeed in your first plan. The implications are that you were a criminal and pointing out the irony of you dating the Ludex, adding in the possibility you gave him a 'bribe' to be innocent.

Neuvillette held your hand, running his thumb over the back of it, and you note the rain has started.

"I apologise, _, it appears I made a mistake in wishing to meet your family." He sighs, your parents furrowing their brows. "I won't request another meeting with your family, given their behaviour towards you. As your fiancé, I cannot accept this slander. I bid thee farewell."

Your boyfriend walks out, you following with a warm smile on your face as you realise you chose the best man you could.

#wriothesley x gender neutral reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #gender neutral reader #angst #neuvillette x gender neutral reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my wife her book isn't that good?

So me (27M) and my wife (27F) have been married for 5 years. In the entire time we've been married, she had put her professional advancement on hold and chooses to stay at an office job with little potential for career advancement because her true dream is to write and publish books and she says she won't have time to write and pursue that dream if she has to put all her energy into a career she doesn't care about. I think that's not a good attitude to have, because being able to make money from writing books and getting published is really difficult and depends a lot on luck and her career choices impact me because we're married. If she doesn't reach her earning potential then I will need to make up for it by earning more for the both of us. So I feel a lot of the burden in finances while she just gets to chase her dream.

She has been resentful of me for a while that I don't support her writing, but I do! I think she's a great writer and I'm very proud of her, and I tell lots of people that my wife is a writer when they ask what she does. The only thing is that she's always talking about her books and thinking about them and talking about them to her friends and writing partners. She claims to have ADHD and writing is her hyperfixation but she's never been officially diagnosed and hasn't ever tried medication or anything. She'll work on them when there are things to do, like the kitchen is a mess or it's dinner time. And before people get mad at me for expecting her to be a maid I cook and clean a lot too. I just want more participation from her because I get tired of doing everything and sometimes I just want to be taken care of, too. She cleans and cooks sometimes, though she always half-does things, but it just bothers me when I get home hungry from work and she's been home for 20 minutes or so and she hasn't started cooking and the house is a mess and she's just sitting at her laptop.

If I'm honest, I don't like reading. English isn't my first language which makes it harder, and she writes what she calls "young adult books" and they're plots about teengers that aren't very interesting to me. I tried to read her book and got about six chapters in, but it was just really hard for me to keep going so I never finished it. Honestly I don't really care about her books, and it bothers me that her books are ALWAYS on her mind. For example if we're intimate, sometimes her gaze goes distant and I can tell her mind is elsewhere and probably on her books, and when we finally get time together it's like she's not interested in the conversation until it touches on writing or her books. I don't usually talk to her about her books much though, so to be honest she doesn't talk that much to me about it, she'll text other people. But I can tell she always wishes I would talk to her about it. I just wish she could be interested in something that isn't her own writing, like me and our life together.

So this issue kept coming up with her saying I'm not supportive, and I decided to take it to heart. I wanted to support her as a writer and help her achieve her goal of publication. So I sat her down and told her that while she's a good writer and her finished book is good, it's not great, and she's telling a story about a girl who's experiencing poverty and death and mental illnesses, all of which she doesn't have experience with, and it shows. It's a good accomplishment, but probably won't be published so if she wants to be published, she should maybe start something else. Well, she blew up at me and started yelling at me that I have no room to say that because I'm not the intended audience and I never finished it anyway and that she knows more about publishing than I do and her friends and family that read it thought it was amazing. But first of all, she can't trust her family and friends because they'll just support her even if it's not what she needs to hear, and I should be the one who she can count on to tell her the truth. Besides, I'm in the finance industry and know much more about business than she does. She got angry and stormed away and refused to talk to me for the rest of the day.

I don't want to apologize, because I think she needed to hear it. But she was so mad and even talked about it to her therapist, so I'm wondering if I'm the asshole for saying that in the first place and if she's actually right and I'm not really supporting her.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[peachesofteal]

I’m so sorry but if I was Darling I would literally break up with them, maybe threaten to get an abortion… idk but Darling going batshit crazy on them is very interesting to think about 🤔🤔

How do you think she’d confront them??

Takes place after this.

TW: reader contemplates abortion, also spits in Simon's face

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / we support women's wrongs in this house

You make a beeline for the bedroom, both of them trying to keep a respectful distance from you, but still staying close.

"Just, let us-"

"Let you what?!" You turn, halfway inside the open door, fingers clutched around the frame. "Let you what? Explain how you violated me for your own desires? Explain how you betrayed my trust, my love? Explain how you literally ruined my life?"

"Stop this." Simon vows, and you bark a laugh.

"No." And then to your immense pleasure, and their shock, you rear back, and hawk a projectile of spit directly in Simon's face before slamming the door and locking it.

The act only buys you thirty seconds of silence, before they start back up again.

"Darling, open this door."

"FUCK YOU!" you scream it, and yank your work bag free from the end of the bed, throwing it next to the duffel that you're stuffing some clothes into haphazardly.

"Please, let us explain. Just talk to us, we can fix this. I promise." Johnny tries, pleading, voice broken and desperate but you have no mind to listen, to hear him. You shake your head even though you know they can't see you, and then to your horror, you hear the metal sound of a click, like a key, in a lock.

"Don't you dare!" your voice screeches. "Don't you dare pick that lock." Sweatpants, sweatshirt, work clothes. What else? Toiletries, stuff for shower-

"We just want to come in so we can talk, and all try to calm down. It's not good for you to be so worked up." Simon keeps his voice very even, very level, and you know it's a tactic.

"If you come through this door I swear to fucking god." You glance at the nightstand, the one on Johnny's side. The one that you know has a handgun in it, and swallow. "Or... you know, why not? Since clearly you have no respect for me, or my boundaries, why wouldn't you just come through that door. It's not like you haven't done worse."

"Love-"

You close your eyes. Everything's building, in the back of your mind, in the back of your throat, reality pushing down on you, sitting on your chest like it weighs a million pounds.

You're pregnant. You're pregnant, because they decided to take control of your own fucking body. You're pregnant, and about to be out on your own. With no help. No support. No options-

Well...

It's still so early, you're not very far along. You're definitely within the window for an abortion, aren't you?

Dark satisfaction blooms across your soul when you think about it, think about how they would feel to know you took control of your own body, that you took back what belonged to you anyway.

A plan starts to formulate in your mind. One that feels, executable. Feels doable.

"Darling, please. We're worried, I-"

"Just give me a minute." you snap.

You take your time, unpacking your essentials that you'll need for now, tidying up the space and then making it look like you've just been sitting in here, crying.

You roll your shoulders, take a deep breath, and prepare to open the door, but not without one last look at the packed duffel that waits under the bed.

Soon.

#peaches asks #peaches writes #baby trap au #tw dark and twisty #tw dark themes #tw abortion #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader #ghoap x reader

[aeliuss]

my dear! I'm your fan, I love your writing. Thank you for taking us out of our reality and allowing us to enter a world of our own! Could I make a request for a crazy idea I had? An anguished Y/N and Chan fight and he tells her to leave and leave him alone. When Y/N leaves in a daze he doesn't see the car and is run over. In the end I trust you. =) If it doesn't bother you and you can fulfill my request, I would be very happy!

hey! thank you so much that means so much to me :(( this is my first ever request so i'm excited but also super nervous 👉👈I hope it came out okay!! here ya go <3

warnings!: angst, mentions of anxiety, blood, swearing, arguing, chris is kind of mean, reader gets run over by a car

word count: 2,311

you're bleeding.

you're sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen, knee bouncing absently, nails cutting into your cuticles, blood dripping down your thumb. there's a commotion outside. a loud one, and when you peeked through your window earlier, you saw two of your neighbors arguing loudly.

then you saw chan's car pull up through the window and you pulled the curtain shut abruptly. he should be coming in any minute now. and then you'll tell him what you know. what you know about him and what he'd been doing under the guise of "working."

you will. this time, you will.

when he steps through the door, he doesn't even look at you. just kicks off his shoes, and slides into his home slippers.

his evident fatigue almost softens your resolve. he's exhausted. maybe this could wait till the morning... you begin to think, before you shake yourself out of it. no. no this can't wait. not anymore.

You clear your throat, the sound echoing through the quiet kitchen. chan pauses, finally acknowledging your presence with a faint tilt of his head.

"hey," you start. pause. clear your throat again. "We need to talk."

he glances at you, looking mildly annoyed.. "can it wait? I'm beat."

"it can't." the words surge from your lips before you can chicken out and stop them.

he sighs, turning around to full face you, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "fine. what is it, then? what do you have to say that's so important that it couldn't wait till the morning?"

his demeaning tone is almost enough to get you to change your mind. but you don't.

"do you realize how late it is?"

"yes." his tone is curt.

"okay," you take a breath. count to three. "okay. so you do realize it."

"that's what I said," he says mockingly, sagging against the wall.

you straighten your back, determined not to let his dismissive attitude deter you. "and do you have any explanation for why you're four hours later than you said you would be?"

chan's eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance passing over his features. "work ran late, okay? it happens."

"it happens," you repeat. "except it always seems to happen to you. only you. and not the other members."

"the other members aren't responsible for keeping deadlines, y/n." he says through hissed teeth, his back straightening with tension. "i'm leader. it falls on me. i thought you knew that."

you can feel the tension crackling in the air, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy between you. you know this conversation could change everything, but you're resolved to see it through.

"I know you're the leader, chan," you reply, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach. "but that doesn't mean you have to shoulder everything alone. we're a team, remember?" with your words, youre begging him to take the excuse youre practically throwing at him. but he doesn't. he just scoffs.

"except we're not a team," he says. "youre not with me in the studio, because you know nothing about it."

"chan, that's not fair," you retort, the frustration bubbling up within you. "just because I'm not physically there doesn't mean I'm not supporting you in every other way I can."

"supporting me? is that what you call it? sitting at home, waiting for me to come back at ungodly hours? that's not support, y/n, that's called being clingy."

you feel a sting at his words, but you push past it, refusing to let him deflect the conversation.

"I'm not being clingy, Chan. I'm concerned. Concerned about you and your well-being. This isn't just about work running late. It's about the pattern, the secrecy, the distance between us," you say, your voice steady but laced with emotion.

he latches onto one word. "secrecy? what're you talking about?"

the words lodge in your throat. you don't want to say them. you don't want to say them because if you do, the truth you have been trying so hard to deny will etch itself into the walls of your shared apartment. if you do, there will be no going back, no more pretending that you don't know.

the only sound between you is the sound of a siren outside. the sound of your neighbors arguing. his eyes are dark, intense. they don't waver from yours. waiting for you to speak. you don't think you can.

you speak.

"i know about her."

the fact that he doesn't even ask who makes you feel dizzy.

"she's just a producer," he says. "she works with us."

you shut your eyes, disgust coiling in your chest. "please don't insult me, chris."

chan's expression shifts from annoyance to something unreadable, his eyes darting away from yours for a fleeting moment before returning with a hard edge.

"what are you trying to say?" he asks, his voice quieter now, a dangerous calm settling over him.

her heart is beating so fast in her chest, she is almost sure it will leave a permanent indent. "i'm saying that i know that you asked her out a month before you met me. that you were in love with her for years and that she rejected you."

his fingers curl into fists, and he's gone slightly pale. "who told you?"

"god, chris, that's what you care about? who told me? it doesn't fucking matter who told me!"

his silence is deafening. the anger that had unfurled in your chest goes out as quickly as it had come. it is replaced by desperation. it disgusts you how much you love him, how much you are desperate for him to deny what you are insinuating, desperate for him to hold you and kiss away the tears that had made an appearance on your cheeks and tell you that you are wrong. but he doesn't. he doesn't.

you're still bleeding from picking at your thumb and his silence speaks volumes, filling the room with tension thicker than any words could. you watch as emotions flicker across his face like shadows dancing in the dim light of the kitchen. you want to take back everything you said, to erase the truth that now hangs heavy in the air between you.

but you can't. because you said it. and now it's out there, impossible to retrieve.

"what am i to you?" you finally ask, your voice barely a whisper. but he hears you. he always does. "what am i to you that you can stay all night alone in the studio with a girl you used to love for years and then come home and turn on me like i'm the one that's done something wrong?"

chan's eyes flicker with a myriad of emotions—anger, guilt, frustration. he opens his mouth, then closes it, as if grappling for the right words.

finally he says, "don't do this to me, y/n. not now."

a strangled sound leaves your lips before you can stop it. "to you? to you?"

"yes, to me." he hisses, running a hand through his hair, messing up the curls more than it already was. "you know we have a comeback soon. you know how stressed out i get--"

you interrupt him, unable to bear the weight of his excuses any longer. "don't you dare turn this around on me, bangchan."

he looks at you, eyes hard, but there's panic in them. panic and anguish. "don't call me that. you don't call me that."

"you kissed her!" you shriek suddenly.

he freezes. everything seems to freeze, your fingers and toes are numb. youre still bleeding.

the words hang in the air, heavy and charged with emotion. chan's expression tightens, jaw clenched, eyes darkening with a mix of anger and guilt. he takes a step back, as if physically recoiling from the accusation.

"i..." he starts, but the words catch in his throat. He struggles to find the right response, his mind racing with excuses and denials. but there's no denying the truth in your eyes, in the trembling of your voice. "yeah. i did."

there it is. the blow you've been waiting for all night.

tears threaten to spill over as you struggle to comprehend the magnitude of his confession. every moment you shared with him feels tainted, every word spoken now questioned. you thought you knew him, trusted him, loved him. but now, it feels like you're standing on the precipice of a vast unknown, unsure of where to go from here.

chan's gaze flickers, remorse etched into his features as he takes a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand as if to console you. but you recoil, the pain too raw, too fresh to bear his touch.

"don't," you whisper, your voice barely above a broken sob. "don't touch me."

"y/n-"

"how could you do this to me?" your voice is broken, sailing of several octaves, shrill, because how could he? "how could you come home and lie to me every single fucking night--"

"y/n, please, just listen-"

"i'm so stupid. so fucking stupid. how could i believe you? all this time i was just a fucking rebound, chris. you never loved me, you--"

"y/n, that's not true. i-i made a mistake, i should have told you, spoken to you. i never should've let it get this far, i should've broken up with you before--"

"you said you loved me." you sob. "you said nothing could come between us, that you would marry me, you said that i was the girl of your dreams--"

"well i woke up!" he screams suddenly, chest heaving. you flinch, back hitting the wall. "i woke up, y/n!"

you stare. you're still crying. still bleeding.

"i woke up and realized i made a mistake," he continues. "i thought i could move on, that i could love you the same way i love her, but i can't. i can't, y/n. i can't and it's killing me." the pain in his voice, his eyes, is raw. "i know that that makes me a fucking cunt but i- i don't know...i'm sorry."

your heart shatters into a million jagged pieces at his words, the pain ripping through you like a violent storm. the truth hits you with a force you hadn't anticipated, leaving you gasping for breath amidst the wreckage of your shattered dreams.

for a moment, the world spins around you, and you struggle to find solid ground. how could everything unravel so swiftly? how could the love you believed in so fervently turn out to be nothing but a cruel illusion?

"i'm sorry," he repeats pathetically. "i do care about you, y/n, i swear--"

"stop," you whisper. "stop lying, chris. enough."

chan's shoulders slump, defeated, as if your words have drained him of all remaining strength. he takes a step back, hands falling limply to his sides.

"i understand if you hate me," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breaths.

hate him? the thought seems foreign, inconceivable, despite the searing pain that courses through every fiber of your being. how could you hate the person who once meant everything to you? the person whose name used to bring a smile to your lips, whose touch once ignited a fire within your soul?

"i'm leaving," you say and you hate the small, desperate, pathetic part of you that hopes he'll stop you. he doesn't.

"okay," he says.

you stumble towards the door, your vision blurred by tears, your heart aching with a pain you never imagined possible. each step feels like an eternity, each breath a struggle to hold back the overwhelming flood of emotions threatening to consume you.

as you reach for the doorknob, your hand trembling, you steal one last glance over your shoulder. chan stands there, his silhouette illuminated by the dim light of the kitchen, his gaze fixed on the floor as if unable to meet your eyes.

for a fleeting moment, you wonder if he'll say something, if he'll beg you to stay, to give him another chance. but the silence stretches on, unbroken, and you realize that there are no words left to say, no apologies that can mend the shattered pieces of your heart.

youre outside before you can even comprehend it. your neighbors are now arguing loudly with the police in the middle, trying to break them up. one of them is struggling to escape into their blue car. it looks violent. it looks like the least of your worries.

the chilly night air hits you like a physical force, causing you to shiver involuntarily as you step out onto the deserted street. the echo of your own footsteps feels like a solemn march, a dirge for the love you thought you had.

you don't know where you're going, only that you need to get away, to escape the suffocating weight of betrayal that hangs heavy in the air around you. your mind is a whirlwind of emotions, each thought a jagged edge that cuts deeper into your wounded heart.

then you hear a car door slam. a loud screech. a shout. your name.

then you are hit by a blue car.

the world spins and there is pain everywhere but you can only focus on the sun that is just now rising. on the red and gold. it's very pretty, you realize. it's very pretty and it might just be the last one you see.

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chan swears he loves you. swears it with his whole chest, swears it on the tears that run down his cheeks as he holds your hand, swears it on the sun that is only just rising. swears it until his voice becomes hoarse, raw with his declaration.

he wants to believe that you can hear him. but your laying on the pavement, laying there and bleeding like its the only thing your body knows how to do.

you bleed and bleed and bleed.

#bang chan #straykids #straykids fanfic #chan #chris #angst #bangchan fanfic #bangchan fic #bangchan imagines #bangchan imagine #bang chan angst #bangchan headcanons #straykids angst

[all-things-jily]

Ok but we get harassed for tagging ships that are in the post too just because there’s other ones mentioned

The fandom is supposed to be fun! You guys support harassment and bullying over fiction! The problem that needs addressing is the people who harass not the people who tag! There’s a way to get people not to tag btw it’s tell them nicely! Not act horribly! Jily fans been sending jegulus writers hate & writing “if you wrote jily maybe you’d get treated better” the problem lies with the way jily fans act & people will start biting back because people can only take so much.

OK so I was looking at this for some minutes, truly dumbfounded. Because it's like no matter what we say we're not being heard.

Rant below for those who want to avoid it lol

"You guys support harassment and bullying over fiction!"

I'm ?????? Where in the world have either of us who have spoken up done that? When have we ever said anything other than "tag your posts properly"? Don't these two sentences have completely different meaning? Who are these people that are harassing? Because harassment is never ok and we have not encouraged that. But if you think that simply telling a person who used incorrect tags to remove the extra ones is harassment, I'll have to tell you that no, it is not, it is a very normal thing to do actually.

Yesterday there were a few posts about asking people to tag properly and in response we got that "Jily fans are horrible and inhumane, they harass and bully, they're the worst people ever" and actually got harassed in response. Do you think there's anything normal and fitting in what happened and in that reaction?

"Jily fans been sending jegulus writers hate & writing “if you wrote jily maybe you’d get treated better” this is actually wild because NONE OF US in our community have done that or WANT that, we want to stay as far away from all of that as possible. If you have some anon trolls going around in the community, that has nothing to do with us, most of us are grown people who have been fans since books came out and ain't nobody got time for that, I'm sure most of us don't even know who your writers are or their accounts. In fact, you can tell just by wording of that message that it's clearly a troublemaking troll and not a serious fan, no normal human talks like that.

As for fandom being fun, YES, it's supposed to be fun! But this is where my words about it not being a group project come in, because what's fun for you is not fun for us! In fact, it's the opposite of fun, we dislike it immensely, it upsets us and puts us in a bad mood and it doesn't even belong in our tag. So why should we be upset every single day, going into our tag that's supposed to be a place of comfort and fun, seeing things that are not supposed to be there, when people can simply --- tag properly according to Tumblr guidelines? And this is not new, we've been put through this for years now, and we've been asking politely over and over and over and nobody is listening, and now that we've gotten louder - in our own tag - suddenly we're the bad guys and harassers. When should it be enough? So this part of the ask "people will start biting back because people can only take so much" was incredibly ironic, because we've been taking it for YEARS and now we aren't even biting back, we're simply asking to tag and posting silly memes in our own space but are still getting vilified.

I will also address the first point because I think it causes a lot of general confusion about tagging:

"tagging ships that are in the post too just because there’s other ones mentioned"

A ship tag is for posts that have positive mentions of that ship. If a post mentions multiple ships and is "X is great, Y is good, Jily is bad, I don't like it anymore" - this is not for Jily tag; If a post has "Jily were together for 2 minutes, broke up and then *insert 3 paragraphs gushing over another ship that were true loves*" - this is not for Jily tag; If a post has a poly ship that includes James and Lily - this is another ship, not Jily; If a post is a huge fanfic dedicated to another ship with James or Lily and then has the last sentence about Jily basically settling together - this is not for Jily tag, though I see how there could be arguments about it; There are many other instances too that I can't think of right away at this moment, but basically there's nuance here and just because Jily is brought up in a post doesn't make a post about Jily and the tag is for people who love the ship and want to celebrate their love, and the last thing they want to see there is completely unrelated posts with random Jily cameo in them that do not even portray them in a good way. This last topic is a bit of a complicated one with slippery edges, but I hope it was still comprehensible.

#imagine how tired we are

[simnostalgia]

The Pedophile Hunts in Progressive Spaces Were an Alt-Right Operation to Cause a Rift in Our Communities.

So, I need to talk about something for a minute that has been REALLY bothering me even though the drama about it is pretty much over. I'm stirring it back up because it's not sitting right on my soul. I know I'm gonna get flack for this but I don't care.

A few weeks ago someone started referring to an MTS user as a pedophile because he posted a picture of a teen sim in their underwear. However, the problem was that it was pretty much immediately a reason that he was targeted for a harassment campaign against him.

Which, no, we're not going to ruin a man's life over this. If you think I'm a bad person for that- the unfollow button is above. Block me. We Are Not Friends. Goodbye.

This isn't even about The Sims community, or at least not just about it. You've been tricked. I'm sorry but you have. This is obviously bigger than this ONE small drama but it's obvious that this is being used as a manipulation tactic on a macro level to create distrust and a way to break down people easily. And it's specifically henious since it's targeting queer people with propaganda which has historically been used to demonize them.

This sudden fear of pedophiles was a targeted effort by the far right to sow discord in the queer community and I can prove it.

Firstly, 4chan and other online arenas have been doing missions like this for YEARS. Some are successful and others aren't. They were responsible for the discourse surrounding whether or not being "bisexual" made you transphobic.

Second and MOST importantly, I NEED you to know about the alt-right group curiously named Gays Against Groomers. This group was created to undermine the queer community. They've regularly supported anti-lgbt bills and targeted schools. This group is a psyop.

The MO of these sorts of movements has ALWAYS been packaging harmful content in a way which would resonate with queer social media spheres to get them to claim it as their own and the propagate it. This is a MARKETING company. This was a MARKETING STRATEGY.

When you repeat a lot of these things, using the specific verbiage that you do, you're following the plans of people like Jamee Michell.

They specifically targeted areas that had large groups of young impressionable queer people who wouldn't already be familiar with the tactic of equating gays with pedophiles so that they would create a sort of panopticon. This is what has caused this "obsession with pedophiles" this was not an accident.

Hyper-vigilance of groomers, a hatred of pedophiles, was the place to start and then creating a ever-changing definition of what a 'groomer' was is just a long play to make things like 'being a drag queen' a stand in for pedophilia.

For people around you, in your fandom communities who are 'progressive' but seem overly obsessed with grooming. Fandom spaces are often targeted as they're overwhelmingly queer. We know for a fact that the proship debate came specifically from this sort of messaging.

Keep an eye on them. They might not be who you think they are. And if you're mad at me for saying this?

I'm sorry but I'm not afraid to align myself with some potentially terrible people to protect queer people from being falsely accused.

#original #pro-ship #proshipping #proshipper #proshitter #proshit #pro-shitter

[bookshelf-dust]

Before the party ends, I thought I’d request another one!

🖋️ Angst to fluff with Eddie? Maybe he says something hurtful because he’s rambling about something that happened to him and reader keeps quiet ‘cause she doesn’t want him to know she’s upset about whatever he said ‘cause she does whatever he complained about. Even though Eddie’s not complaining about her. Then, he picks up on her weird behavior, and everything ends all fluffy.💜

slumber party shenanigans (ends 2/4)

eddie munson x gn!reader

a/n: hi, my sweet! thank you for being so supportive and for coming to my slumber party :))) i hope you enjoy this!! love you 3000

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🖋️ want another blanket?—i will write you a little ficlet (under 1000 words) for the character of your choice. i would appreciate if you’d specify whether you want comfort/fluff/angst/whatever and i will try and come up with something for you!

"Your nephew's an asshole, you know that Wayne?"

The man in question chuckles, cigarette smoke clouding the air in front of him. "I've heard that many a time around here kiddo."

You hop down the stairs, hoping Eddie will let you leave without walking you out like always.

"Hey, did you just call me an asshole?"

You realize only the screen door is shut, and Eddie, putting his shoes on to go outside, heard your claims. Wayne laughs again at your being caught, and you shoot him a look. He raises his hands in surrender, moving to go back inside and stay away from whatever storm is brewing between the two of you.

You fumble with your keys, trying to unlock your car door, but Eddie bounds towards you, snatching them from your grip.

"Eddie, you dick, give me my keys. I want to go home."

"No. What's the matter with you all the sudden?" He crosses his arms, locking the tool to your escape under his hand.

"Nothing. Let me go home or I'll call Hopper and tell him you've kidnapped me."

Eddie has the nerve to laugh at you. Sincerely and heartily. It's a boyish sound. And it infuriates you.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna bet, Munson?" Eddie realizes that you aren't, in fact, joking, and that you totally would. The boy's already on thin ice with the chief, given his situation.

"Just tell me what I did. I don't want to argue with you," he says, almost pleading.

"Did you already forget the conversation we just had, dipshit?"

The boy ignores your incessant name calling, trying to figure out what he'd done to upset you so much that you're practically running away from him.

Fifteen minutes earlier, you'd been sitting on Eddie's bed, listening to him go on about his day. "We had to do this group project in O'Donnell's today, right?" He'd said.

"And we're all going around, supposed to be talking to each other about what we're currently reading or what we like to read. This one kid was saying how they love romance novels, or some shit like that."

Your stomach had dropped, knowing exactly where this was headed.

"And it just drove me crazy. Because I don't really think you get to call yourself a reader if that's the kind of stuff you read, you know? There's nothing to them! They're just for soccer moms to have someplace they can distract themselves from their failing marriages."

Outside currently, you get sick of looking at Eddie's thinking face and blurt it out.

"I read romance novels, Eddie!"

Eddie drops his arms, looking confused. "You do?"

"Yeah, I fucking do, and you saying that really hurt my feelings. Have you ever even read one, Eddie? How can you just assume they have no matter to them?"

The boy hands you back your keys, running his hands down his face.

"Oh my god, baby, I'm sorry."

"I just wish sometimes you'd think about this stuff, Eddie. I hadn't read much fantasy before you, and I don't know. It just hurt my feelings."

Eddie moves closer to you, taking your face in his hands. "I am so sorry, baby. I was being a dick, really I was. I see that now."

You nod, contemplating.

"Why didn't I know this? That you read romantic books?"

You shrug. "I mainly read them when I'm feeling lonely, but that was prominently before you. Guess I didn't feel like I had to tell you about my filling the void anymore."

Eddie's flattered, really, but he still feels bad. He really should've been more considerate.

"I really am sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay," you assure him. You understand where he's coming from.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asks, playing with your belt loops.

"Read one. I'll pick something out and bring it over later."

Eddie blushes, but he's intrigued. "You want me to read one of your romance novels in order to make it up to you?"

"And to whoever it was that you were bitching about."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." Eddie kisses you, short and sweet. He's got lip balm on, and now so do you. "Now, how dirty are these books of yours?"

You roll your eyes, and try to pull away. You were going to let him figure that part out on his own.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot #bookshelf-dust's 500 follower celebration #bookshelf-dust's slumber party

[lythea-creation]

Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: Being the only child of a prestiged father, (f/n) always has to worry about her image. Only Shams can completely take that burden off her shoulders for a while.

warnings: none

word count: 1.087

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? No

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“Hey (f/n)!”, Tasneem greeted me as I was sitting on my seat and getting out my stuff. “I can't believe we're in the same class.”

I smiled at her and took a sip of water.

“So what do you think? Wanna make another tiktok together? The last one kinda blew up. Our followers seem to love it”, she noted.

“Sure”, I agreed. “But I'm meeting up with Omar later. So we gotta do it in the break.”

“Of course! Girl, I'm so jealous! Omar's literal boyfriend goals”, she declared.

“Make your move then”, I encouraged her.

“You're still just friends? Come on! Why?”, she wondered.

“Why not?”, I shot back. “Just because he's a decently hot guy and we've literally known each other for ages doesn't mean we have to become a couple.”

“It basically does though”, she claimed.

I had to suppress a groan at her statement. Why did everybody have to insist on that?

“Oh. Hitchcock's in our class”, Hiba announced as Shams entered the classroom.

Anger bubbled up inside of me. All I wanted to do was to stand up for Shams, but we had settled on avoiding each other at school as it might harm my image to be seen with her.

Luckily the topic shifted quickly when Sarah started talking to Tasneem.

So I decided to get a head start and began studying. After all I needed to keep up my good grades this term.

When the first day after the holidays was finally over, I could not wait to get to my favorite siblings.

I walked for a few minutes until I reached the meeting point where Shams picked me up with her bicycle.

“Ready to get home?”, she inquired with a grin.

“You have no idea”, I shot back and hurried onto the saddle.

I could easily not hold on without falling off, but I definitely would not waste this opportunity to hold onto Shams tightly, daring to lean against her.

“You're really pushing your luck, (f/n)”, she complained teasingly.

She was always claiming that she could not focus on keeping us driving when I was this close.

When we entered her home, the first thing we did was getting us a glass of ice water. It had somehow become a ritual whenever I came over because we used to stay out in the sun for far too long when we were kids, obviously dehydrating in the process.

Suddenly Omar walked into the kitchen as well.

“Why aren't you wearing a shirt?”, Shams questioned, frowning at her brother's naked upper body.

“I just came out of the shower”, he enlightened us.

An idea popped up in my mind and I could not help but act on it.

Before Omar realized what was happening I had fished and ice cube out of my glass and slipped it into his pants.

“Ah, you little ...”, he screamed out and jumped around due to the coldness. It was a hilarious sight and Shams breaking out in laughter was absolutely worth it.

“You're so gonna regret this”, he threatened me as soon as he got back to his senses.

I did not hesitate to run away as he was chasing me.

“Help”, I called out.

Of course, Shams supported me and made her brother trip over her foot, leading him to stumble to the ground.

“That's so not fair”, he grumbled and stayed down.

I exchanged a glance with Shams, who shook her head no.

After a while I warily approached Omar, feeling slightly guilty for pranking him and then teaming up against him. But that immediately changed when he took a hold of my ankle, then my wrist. He had caught me.

“(f/n), you're too naive sometimes”, Shams noted.

Before any of us could stop him, he grabbed my glass and emptied it over my head. Several ice cubes plus water as revenge for one.

“Omar!”, I cursed. “Have you gone crazy? Shit!”

Now he was the one laughing and out of the corner of my eyes I recognized that Shams was barely holding in her laughter as well.

“Oh no! You don't get to laugh at me”, I exclaimed and enveloped her in a hug.

“Ugh, guys! I didn't even do anything”, she reminded us as her clothes were soaked now.

“You just watched”, I remarked.

“Which you didn't complain about when you were the culprit”, she pointed out.

“Of course”, I agreed.

After a few seconds we all started laughing again. None of us could hold a grudge against each other for long.

“Let's get some dry clothes”, Shams suggested and pulled me to her room.

“Hey! I thought you were gonna hang out with me”, Omar interjected.

“You don't seriously expect me to stay like this”, I shot back.

“You can take my clothes”, he offered desperately.

“What's your problem?”, Shams wondered, still not letting go of my hand.

“Well … I may be her best friend, but you're her girlfriend. I know you both too well. As soon as she enters your room I'll be forgotten for at least the next hour”, he assumed.

“We're not THAT bad”, I claimed.

“How many stories do I need to tell you?”, he questioned.

“Okay, okay. We got it”, Shams stopped him. “She'll be right back.”

When we arrived in her room, Shams got some clothes for me and herself and then disappeared in the bathroom.

“Why are you doing that to me?”, I whined.

Hope was filling me when she opened the door, but she closed it again after throwing a towel in my face.

Defeated I began drying myself off and putting her clothes on. The fact that they were a bit too big for me was making it even more comfortable.

“I promised Omar we wouldn't take long”, Shams finally answered while getting out of the bathroom.

“I will let him wait a bit longer though”, she declared and pulled me into a passionate kiss that almost turned into a serious make-out session.

“Now go or I'll keep you”, she warned me.

I was just as reluctant to go as she was to let me. But I knew she was right. I was hanging out with Omar today, not with Shams. It would not be fair to let him down.

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Next Chapter

Well ... I planned to write a Oneshot, but I couldn't help it and now I'm turning it into a series. Yeah, I know! Another Shams series ... I can't help myself. She's my favorite after all!

I hope you like the first chapter. Feel free to send me suggestions if you have any.

Btw I absolutely love that picture of Shams!

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #shams x reader #fem reader #lgbtqia #romance #fluff #female reader #tasneem #hiba #omar

[dabislilbaby]

Only for you, Toshi

Source

Shinsou x f!Reader

A/N: This is scheduled to post on the 30th so Happy Thanksgiving everyone!❤️ I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. :)

Best friends to lovers trope. Characters are age 18 at the time of the smut scene.

Feedback is welcome as always, enjoy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, biting, scratching, spitting, masturbation kinda, praise kink, a bit of auralism, and denki being an adorable idiot for 5 minutes LMFAO.

Summary: You and Hitoshi have been best friends for almost your entire time together at U.A. and had been in love with each other for almost as long. You never told each other how you felt, but after getting drunk at your graduation party, Hitoshi lets something slip.

Word Count: 8k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

"Hey! You're Hitoshi Shinsou, right?" You smiled at the purple haired boy with your lunch tray in hand. He raised his head to meet your gaze. He hesitated, but then nodded his head quietly. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" His eyes widened ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. He swallowed the bite of food he was holding and moved his bag off the table in front of him, opening up the space for you. All while not saying a word. "Thank you" you said quietly while taking a seat.

You'd seen Shinsou around campus a few times, and watched him in the recent sports festival. He always seemed to be alone. At lunch, in the hallways, before and after school. Even when you'd visit your friend's dorm building that he also happened to live in, he was always by himself. You'd heard rumors, people talk. You asked one or two people about him, and they all said to stay away. Nobody trusted him and everyone was scared of his quirk. Everyone thinks he has malicious intent. Like at any moment a switch could flip and he'll become a villain. But that's not what you saw.

You wanted to be his friend.

"I'm y/n by the way. I'm in the support course." He was still quiet and just nodded his head. Why wasn't he saying anything? You took a bite of your food, as did he, sitting in a moment of silence. "I watched you at the sports festival." You paused, he almost unnoticeably tensed. "You did good." You gave him a soft smile. His tired eyes met yours, and finally he spoke. "Thank you." His pale cheeks were slightly pink and his voice was soft and gentle. Your smile grew, satisfied that you got him to say something.

The two of you spent the rest of lunch in a comfortable silence.

~

Every day for the next month, you sat with shinsou at lunch. Everyday, getting a little bit more of a conversation out of him, bit by bit. He didn't talk very much. He seemed nervous most of the time. It didn't bother you, but you wanted to know why.

"Shinsou, can I ask you something?" He nodded, swallowing a bite of food. "How come you're so quiet all the time? You don't talk very much." His breath hitched a bit at the question. He hesitated before answering. "I don't want to make people worry that I'll use my quirk on them. So I try not to talk very much, to make others more comfortable." He took another bite of food. Your expression saddened, realizing why he acted the way he did. Always so gentle and soft spoken. He didn't want to scare you. You shook your head. "I'm not worried about it. I trust you." His cheeks grew warm. You trusted him? Why? And then he asked. "Why?" You raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"why do you trust me?" You instinctively put your hand over top of his. "Well, because we're friends. Aren't we?" To you, the gesture was friendly, but it sent an unfamiliar warmth to his chest. Shinsou's face flushed red. He didn't know you thought of him as a friend. The only time the two of you ever spoke was at lunch, or the occasional wave when you'd come to his dorm with your friend. But he's never had a real friend before. Everyone was always too scared of him. Too distrusting. He gave a weak smile, but it seemed genuine because of the soft look in his eyes. "I'm glad you're comfortable with me y/n. I'll never use my quirk on you, I promise." You giggled at his promise. "I know silly." He felt reassured.

After that day, you and Shinsou started to become closer. You started hanging out outside of lunch. He'd walk you to class sometimes, or you to his. You'd visit his dorm sometimes and he, yours. He'd opened up to you about his childhood, and his dream to become a hero. He wanted so bad to help people and just add something good to the world. He was working hard to get into the hero course, and you supported him every step of the way. All the while, he'd been trying to ignore the ginormous crush he was getting on you. You were his best friend, and he didn't want to make things weird. He thought it best to pretend like it wasn't there instead of risk losing you, so he never said a word.

~

You were sitting in your room, tinkering with a support item you were making him as a surprise. He'd started training with Mr. Aizawa in hopes to get into the hero course, and you wanted to give him a gift to show how proud of him you were. As you were tightening the screws on the black voice modifier, your phone dinged.

Sleepy Head💜

Hey, I've got some good news

Can you come over?

You

Omw :)

I've got a surprise for you

Sleepy Head💜

A surprise?

You didn't respond to his last message, leaving him to wonder what surprise you had for him. You took 2 extra minutes to finish up the last little touches of his mask before throwing it in your bag and heading to his dorm.

~

You knocked lightly on his door. "It's open" you heard him call from the other side. You turned the knob and opened his door, finding him struggling with the capturing scarf Mr. Aizawa gave him during training. It was all tangled around his arms and neck, and it seemed to tighten at every pull he made. "I swear to God, how does he use this thing so easily?" He spat in frustration. You laughed. "Here, let me help." You closed the door behind you and walked over to your friend. His arms relaxed with a deep sigh of defeat. You started to untangle his arms, pulling bits of the fabric over his head. "How am I supposed to become a hero if I can't even figure out how to use this stupid scarf." You could tell he was frustrated. "You'll get the hang of it." You reassured him.

He stretched his neck as you pulled the last bit of the fabric off of him. "Thanks" he mumbled quietly, plopping down on his bed. "So what's your big news?" You followed his action, situating yourself in his desk chair.

"Mr. Aizawa said that next week the hero course students from class A and B are gonna be training together, and he wants me to join." You sat up in your seat with a gasp of excitement. "What?! Really? Oh my God that's great!" He smiled at your excitement being even bigger than his. "Well this just makes my surprise all that much better!" You cheesed, reaching into your bag. He quirked a brow as he watched you rummage thru your things. You pulled out the sleek black mask and held it out to him he stood and grabbed it from your hands. "What is it?" He turned it every which way in his hands, studying the object. You tucked your legs to your chest in his chair, resting your chin on your knees. "It's a voice-altering mask." He sat back down on his bed. "How does it work?" He put the mask over his face. You moved your legs, scooting the chair closer to him. "Well, I know you struggle with using your quirk because people know how it works, so they won't respond when you speak." He nodded his head in agreement. "I made this with several different metal plates. When you turn the dial..." You reached out and demonstrated. "...it will transform and resonate your vocal chords, so you can mimic the sound of someone else's voice." His eyes went wide. "Woah, that's so cool!" He looked fascinated and you smiled. "Try it out" you gesture. He turned the dial a few times and then spoke. "How does this sound?" His eyes went wide at his own words. It unmistakably sounded exactly like your voice. He removed the mask. "Thank you y/n, this means a lot." You leaned forward in his chair, wrapping your arms around him. "Only for you, Toshi." He was so glad that you couldn't see his face. His cheeks were beet red as he returned the hug. He was fighting the urge to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't. He did his best to quickly disperse the color in his cheeks before pulling away from the hug.

"have you thought about your hero name yet? Or how you're gonna design your costume?" His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Uh...I've been too busy training to really think about it much." Your eyes widened. "Well we better start now." You smiled, stealing a notebook and a pencil off of his desk.

For the next hour, the two of you were trying to come up with names while you sketched out a costume design for him.

You were both in his bed. Him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. You criss-cross apple sauce next to him, notebook resting in your lap. You tapped the pencil on your bottom lip. "What about Puppet Master?" You questioned, drawing out some more body sketches. "Nah it sounds too much like a villain name, I wanna avoid that." You crossed out the name on the corner of your page, continuing to draw. "What if my hero name was just my quirk? Brainwash?" He turned his head to you. You hummed. "it's a good name in theory, but then everyone will know what your quirk is and that will make it difficult."

"that's true..." His gaze turned back to the ceiling. "Control? No that sounds villainy too." He mumbled to himself. You heard him yawn. "Maybe your name should be sleepy head since you're so damn tired all the time." You teased with a small laugh. "Oh shush" he nudged you with his elbow. "You're the only one who gets to call me that." He paused. "Besides, I'm not even tired." You scoff and look over at him. His fingers were interlocked behind his head and his eyes were closed. "Says the one who's half asleep." He peeked one eye open, glaring at you with his purple Irises. "I'm awake, I swear."

You scoffed again before returning your attention to the notebook. "Yeah, okay." A small smirk crept up on his lips as he let his eyes close again. There was a long pause. "What about Hypno?" You asked. "Hm... Hypno..." He repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. "Yeah, I like it." You smiled. "Hypno it is then." You picked up the notebook and turned it towards him. You tapped his arm with the pencil, signaling him to open his eyes. "What do you think?" His eyes fluttered open and scanned over the black and purple costume you'd drawn out for him. He honestly loved everything about the design, and it just made it so much better that you were the one who made it for him. He smiled. "It's perfect."

"You like it?" You questioned as if you didn't believe him. He nodded his head. "I love it." Your smile beamed and it made him happy. He loved seeing you smile. You pulled the notebook back into your lap. "As soon as you get accepted into the hero course I'll have Hatsume help me make it."

"if I get accepted." He retorted. "Hey!" You smacked his arm. "You will get accepted. I know it. You deserve it Hitoshi, you've been working so hard." He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in agreement with you, blush painting his cheeks. He appreciated how you always kept him focused on his goal and made him feel like it was worth the effort. You were his biggest fan and he didn't even know it.

After a long moment of silence and you rummaging thru your bag, you checked the time on your phone. "It's getting late, I should probably head back to my dorm." You turned to look at him but he was suddenly asleep. His mouth parted just a little, his chest rising and falling steadily. you watched as his nose scrunched in the cutest way.

Your feelings for him weren't just friendly. Just like he was, you'd grown to care for him as something more. You had no idea about his feelings, and he, yours. You wouldn't dare tell each other how you felt out of fear that it would scare the other one away.

You sighed, he always looked so at peace when he slept. You decided you'd just leave and text him in the morning. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, making his nose scrunch again in his unconscious state. "Goodnight, sleepy head." You whispered, not wanting to wake him. As you were about to pull away, one of his arms was thrown around your waist. He was still asleep. You tried to pull his arm off of your lap but his hold was like a vice grip. A small yelp left your lips when you were yanked in his direction. Your cheeks were burning. "H-hitoshi..." You tried to shake him awake. He grumbled a low hum in his unconscious state. "I need to go home." His hold got tighter. He was unaware of what he was doing. "Stay." He said it so quietly that you barely heard him. He tended to talk in his sleep, you sighed. "Okay... I'll stay." You nuzzled your face into his chest, unable to hide the color in your cheeks. Even tho he wasn't awake to see it anyway. "Only for you, Toshi." You whispered.

The next morning, the two of you decided to ignore that fact that you woke up completely wrapped up in each others arms.

He pretended like he didn't think you looked so pretty curled up like a kitten in his arms. He pretended like he didn't wanna stay in bed with you that whole day. He pretended like he wasn't sad when the scent you left on his sheets finally disappeared after a few days.

...

You pretended like it didn't make your feelings for him grow. You pretended like you didn't wish to wake up to him every morning. You pretended like you didn't miss the way he smelled when your head was buried in his chest.

The two of you never spoke of it, but afterwards you were both more inclined to cuddle up to one another when hanging out. Just as friends...

~

The years had passed and graduation was right around the corner.

Hitoshi had made it into the hero course, starting at the beginning of your second year. And you got an internship with Detnerat, after they reformed from the liberation, helping some of the biggest heroes with their gear. You helped Toshi move all of his stuff to Class 1-A's dorm once he got accepted. You made his hero costume with some help from Hatsume, and celebrated with him when he got his provisional license. You were there for all the big moments and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He wanted you there for all his big accomplishments, always.

~

It was another late night spent in Hitoshi's dorm room. There was music playing from his speaker and the lights were dim. He sat up against his pillows, legs extended to the length of his mattress and your head was in his lap, laying perpendicular to him. You were in a comfortable silence, both of you just scrolling thru your phones in each other's company. Every now and then you'd glance over to see his socked feet fidgeting with one another. Or the way he subconsciously chewed on his necklace while watching endless amounts of tik toks. You'd listen to him laugh whenever you'd send him something from just a few inches away. Or when he'd flip his phone downward to show you something he was looking at.

"Mina said theres gonna be a big party for graduation on Saturday." You both continued to stare at your phones when you spoke to each other. "yeah I heard about it this morning, apparently we're hosting." You laughed. "You don't sound too happy about it."

"You know how I feel about parties. There's too many people." His nose scrunched at the thought. "C'mon Toshi, we're graduating next week." You flipped over on your stomach and laid between his legs, peering up at him. It wasn't uncommon for you to lay on him like this, but it still made him flustered every time, tho you never noticed. "We should go and have a little fun." He did his best to inconspicuously hide his pink cheeks. Why did you have to be so damn cute? Why did you have to look at him like that? With that... Look... In your eyes. He sighed, defeated. "Okay, okay, fine. We can go to the damn party." He sounded annoyed, but truthfully he didn't mind as long as he was going with you. You rolled back over on to your back, staying between his legs and resting your head on his stomach. "You'll have fun, I promise."

~

You were finishing up your make up when your phone started going off one notification after the other.

Sleepy Head💜

Would you hurry up and get here already?

A bunch of people are starting to show up and I feel... awkward.

I need you.

I need you. That made you smile.

You

I'll be there soon I promise

Leaving in 5

Sleepy Head💜

Okay, I'll be outside

Meet me at the tequila fountain when you get here.

You

Tequila fountain????

Sleepy Head💜

Denki's idea🤦🏻‍♂️

You

Ofc it was Denki🤦‍♀️

Omw

~

As you're getting closer to class 1-A's dorm building, you can hear the loud music and start to see the many colors of flashing lights. There are crowds of people. Probably the entire senior student body was there, as well as a handful of underclassmen. There were students from all different departments at U.A.

Mina told you that a lot of people were invited, but you didn't expect this many. You thought about shinsou, he was probably so uncomfortable right now. He didn't like big crowds, they made him nervous.

You quickly made your way around the back of the building, spotting an 10 foot tall fountain with clear liquid pouring over the edges. You saw a familiar tuft of purple hair thru the crowds of people.

You snaked your way thru the people until you found yourself behind Hitoshi. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned in your direction.

God, you looked so pretty. You wore black, ripped jeans with a chain hanging off two of the belt loops. A cropped blue hoodie that was baggy around the arms and matching sneakers. Your hair was down and natural, big golden hoop earrings poking thru. And your lips were-

"Sorry I'm late, Hatsume couldn't figure out what to wear." Your voice broke him from his trance. "Uh, n-no no you're fine." His hand came to scratch at the back of his neck nervously.

"sheesh, lookin' good tink." You heard Kaminari's voice, who was standing right next to Hitoshi. You did a little playful twirl at his comment, reveling in the praise. "I try" you joked and you and Denki both laughed.

Him and Hitoshi became friends after he was accepted into the hero course. And because of that, he became your friend too. He gave you the nickname "tink" because of all the support items you'd make the both test out for you constantly.

Hitoshi was always a bit jealous of the way Denki flirted with you, but he knew it was just playful and didn't mean anything. It was mostly because he didn't have the balls to say those things to you himself. But you did look absolutely amazing.

"So, is this the legendary tequila fountain?" You gestured to the large thing behind the two boys. Hitoshi turned his head for just a second before turning back to you. "Indeed it is" he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Where the hell do you even buy such a thing?"

"He practically begged Momo on his hands and knees" shinsou said matter-of-factly. "Did not!" Denki retorted. "Yes you did!" You heard Momo's faint voice from somewhere close by in the crowd. It made you and Toshi both break out laughing, and Kaminari just pouted. "It was supposed to be beer, but Todoroki said it would make it flat and Bakugo said he'd 'blow me to bits' if I wasted all the beer." He spoke, using air quotes around Bakugo's line.

You and Toshi both laughed again before your stomach made a small noise. You put your hand over your exposed skin. "I probably should've eaten before I came." Hitoshi's hand found the small of your back as he led you to the door. "C'mon, there's like 20 boxes of pizza in the kitchen."

Hours passed of you and Shinsou just enjoying the party. Him, not so much but he was having fun with you at least. You'd both decide to take a social break and head over to the familiar green couches in the big room. "Do you want me to refill your drink? Toshi asked as you sat down on the couch. "Yes please" you handed him your red cup as you leaned into the cushions. Denki was on the couch opposite you flirting with some girl.

After a few minutes, Toshi came back with your drink and settled into the couch next to you. He leaned back and rested his arm over the cushions, you instinctively laid your head on the inside of his shoulder and tucked your legs underneath you. The two of you just sat on your phones for a bit, recharging your social batteries.

At some point, Denki looked over at the two of you and noticed how you were sitting. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Hitoshi.

Sparky⚡

Dude.

Shinsoup🍲

What?

Sparky⚡

Are you ever gonna fucking ask her out?

Hitoshi peered down at you for a second to make sure you weren't paying attention, and then responded.

Shinsoup🍲

No.

Sparky⚡

Why not??

Come on man, you've been pining for her for longer then we've even been friends.

Ask. Her. Out.

He glared over his phone screen to give Denki an annoyed look.

Shinsoup🍲

Denki🤦🏻‍♂️

We've talked about this a million times.

She's my best friend, I don't wanna ruin it and make things awkward between us.

I'm not willing to risk losing her.

Sparky⚡

I don't understand why you're so convinced it would screw things up.

She might have feelings for you too.

Shinsoup🍲

Are you kidding me??

Look at her Denks.

She's way out of my league. What are the chances that she feels even a bit of the same way that I do?

Sparky⚡

What are the chances????

Dude, I AM looking at her.

Do you not see the way she's cuddled up to you rn??

Hitoshi took a moment to gaze down at you. He watched the way you'd readjust and nuzzle your head into his chest every so often. Or the way you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as you scrolled thru the social media on your phone. He looked back at his phone screen.

Sparky⚡

She's clearly in love with you

You don't see her cuddling up to me or Midoriya like that.

His face turned a bit red and you felt his heart rate increase next to your ear. "You okay Toshi?" You asked, not even looking up from your phone. "What? Oh- no yeah I'm fine..." He said quickly.

Shinsoup🍲

She's just really comfortable with me

It doesn't mean anything.

Sparky⚡

That's a fuckin lie and you know it.

Just then, Mina came around the corner of the couch calling your name. "Y/n!!!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you from the couch. "come on, there's this guy I want you to meet!" Hitoshi's focus left his phone when he felt the loss of your warmth laying on him. "He's really cute!!" She whisper-yelled to you as she pulled you away and out of earshot of the two boys.

"Guy?" Hitoshi mumbled to himself. Denki leaned forward on the couch across from him. "You better make a move before someone else does, bro"

"yeah, I know I know!" He replied, annoyed. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his lips into a flat line.

Mina dragged you across the room until you were in the presence of a tall man with dark eyes. "Y/n, this is Yo Shindo! He graduated from Ketsubutsu last year." The stranger grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the soft skin at the back of your palms. "You're even prettier than Ashido described, it's nice to meet you y/n."

Your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink. "Oh- uh th-thank you." He smiled at you sweetly. Shinsou could see the altercation from across the room and he was not pleased to say the least. Who was this guy? Why was he touching you like that? ....why didn't you pull away? Many thoughts and doubts were swarming his mind. God damnit... Denki was right. The thought of messing things up and losing you was horrible, but the thought of you belonging to someone else made him absolutely sick to his stomach. He had to do something.

He needed a drink. Something to help him muster up the courage to say something to you, or at least drag you away from whoever this guy was.

~

about an hour passes, you've been having a really nice conversation with Shindo. He was nice, and funny. Seemed to have a successful career as a hero ahead of him. And he was definitely handsome. He was text book perfect. However, that didn't stop you from glancing around the room every so often trying to spot your purple haired friend. Just out of curiosity of what he was doing.... Not 'cause you missed him or anything....

Shindo had excused himself to find the restroom. You reached into your pocket, looking for your phone. Your eyes widened when you felt nothing there. You almost panicked, all of your project designs were on your phone. You couldn't lose it. You thought back to the last place you remembered having it...... On the couch with shinsou!!

You quickly made your way over to the green couches, thankfully finding your phone on one of the cushions. Toshi wasn't there anymore and neither was Denki. Your eyes scanned the room, wondering where the two boys had gone. They landed on a small crowd of people surrounding one of the tables. They were chanting something, but it was hard to hear over the music. You walked a bit closer and thru the crowd you spotted Denki's signature lightning bolt.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" you hear the other students shouting. You push past a few people, making it to the front. You saw Denki, holding up his phone and recording with a drink in his other hand. Your eyes shifted to the right and there was Hitoshi, chugging the biggest bottle of tequila you've ever seen. Your eyes went wide, you'd never seen him act like that before.

As the clear liquid slowly disappeared, he slammed the bottle down on the table. Any harder and it might have shattered. The groups of students screamed and cheered, and then he spotted you. His face lit up. "Y/N!" You moved closer to him. "I wuz js gunna com find yuu. I had sumthin I wanned to tak to yuu bout." He was slurring his words a bit when he spoke. "Toshi, are you drunk?" You cupped his cheeks trying to keep his head from moving so you could see how dilated his pupils were. "Mmmm maybee uh lil" he pinched the air in front of his face, squinting his eyes a bit.

You turned to Denki, glaring at him. "Denki how much has he had to drink?" His face flushed with embarrassment, maybe a bit of guilt too. "Just a few........ Bottles..."

"BOTTLES???" You scolded. "Denks you know he doesn't hold his alcohol that well." His hands came up defensively. "He said he needed to get his mind off something, this was the only thing I could think of!" You rolled your eyes and turned back to shinsou. "Of course it was" you mumbled. "I'm gonna take him upstairs okay? I'll see you tomorrow." Denki gave a weak smile and nodded you off.

You lifted Toshi's arm and put it over your shoulder. "Come on big boy, let's get you to your room." His only response was a hum of approval while you made your way thru the crowds of people and to the dorm's elevator.

Once inside, he stood behind you and slumped his tall form over your shoulders. His chin rested on the top of your head, and it was quiet for a bit before you decided to speak. "Sorry I ditched for the past hour, I shouldn't have left you alone with denki's irresponsible ass." You scoffed. He turned his head so his cheek was now nuzzled in your hair. "t's okey y/n." He slurred.

The walk back to his dorm room was quiet aside from a few incoherent mumbles coming from him. You opened his door and sat him down on the bed. You were about to step away to grab him some water, but he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, resting his head against your stomach. Your face was a bit red, but you accepted his affection anyway. "Toshi, are you okay?" You ran a hand over his soft hair, causing him to look up at you thru lidded eyes. He was quiet for a second before answering. "... you're so pretty." He was slurring his words a bit less. Your face was definitely beet red now, and you didn't know how to respond.

You pulled away from him to dig thru the stash of snacks he kept in his room. "Here, you need to eat something." You handed him a granola bar and a bottle of water you grabbed out of his mini fridge. He took it from you and started ripping open the package.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, running your hand thru your own hair as he leaned over and plopped his head in your lap. He always seemed to be more affectionate with you on the rare occasions he had alcohol in his system. you ran your hand over his hair again, giving him a soft look. He was so cute.

"Toshi?" He hummed in response with a mouth full of granola. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about earlier?" You felt his body tense up a bit, and for him, the haze of the alcohol subsided just a little when you brought it up. He sat up, swallowing the bite of food in his mouth. "Oh uh- it was nothing..." Scratching the back of his neck nervously like he so often did. You could tell he was lying. Between the comment Denki made about him wanting to get his mind off something, and his drunken admission to wanting to talk, you knew there was something wrong.

You turned to face him, tucking your legs in on the bed. "Hitoshi you know you can talk to me about whatever is going on." He lifted his head to meet your gaze, noticing the worried look on your face and it made him feel a bit guilty. "I just...." He sighed and looked back down to his lap. "I don't wanna say something that might ruin our friendship."

The look in your eyes saddened, you put your hand on his forearm. "Toshi you're my best friend, and nothing will ever change that."

"But that's the problem!" He shouted. You stayed quiet and removed your hand from his arm. He sighed again, resting his elbows on his thighs and holding his face in his palms. "I just-..... I don't wanna be just your friend anymore y/n." He looked over to gage your reaction, but you were frozen. He panicked, he shouldn't have just blurted that out. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol.

"Uh- I mean... I shouldn't have s-" he was interrupted by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. Your soft hands holding onto his face as you leaned forward into him. He was....shocked. Unable to reciprocate the kiss at first.

You pulled away from him, studying the look in his eyes. They were wide with confusion written all over his beet red face. Did you misread what he meant by that statement?

Before you had time to think about it any further, he returned your kiss, smashing his lips on yours now. It was soft and gentle, and yet still said everything that his words couldn't in that moment.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rested on your cheek while his finger tips laced thru your hair. You weren't quite sure if it was the heavy amounts of alcohol in his system combined with the small amount in your own, but whatever was happening here, it didn't seem like either of you wanted it to stop.

Time was fuzzy, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. Eventually you both pulled away, pressing your foreheads together. You both still had your eyes closed, and you heard shinsou sigh. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." He whispers and you can hear the grin painted on his lips. You opened your eyes and rested a hand on his cheek, pulling his gaze to yours as his eyes opened as well. "Tell me then, how long it's been."

Your tone was soft and gentle, and there was something about it that gave him butterflies. His purple irises stared into yours. They were lazy and filled with a kind of desire you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Since the first day you told me you trusted me, when you grabbed my hand and said we were friends... " He paused, pulling his lips into a small smile. "...I think... I think that was the day I began to fall in love with you."

Your face burned hot at his confession. If only you'd know back then that he was just as in love with you that you were with him, maybe you could have saved all that wasted time of just being friends.

You smiled at him, and pressed your lips against his again. It only lasted a few seconds this time before he pulled away. "We should probably uh...s-stop... kissing..." His eyes shifted away from yours and his face was a bit red. You looked at him a little confused before you realized why.

"oh-" was your only reaction when you noticed the tent that had formed in his jeans. "I'm sorry y/n... I just-"

"hey..." You said softly, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning closer to him. You gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face up to meet your eyes once again. "...we don't have to stop if you don't want to baby." Lord if only you knew what that did to him. His eyes were hazed with lust as they stared into yours, and all he could do was nod his head. His lips were back on yours almost immediately, this time feeling a lot hungrier.

He leaned forward a bit more, causing you to have to lean backwards and into the mattress of his bed. Your arms instinctively found place wrapped around his neck, and you were pulling him closer to you. You felt his tongue push past your lips and tangled with yours. Your senses were overwhelmed between the heavy smell of his cologne and the taste of tequila that still lingered on his taste buds.

His hands found your waist and he pulled away for just a second so you both could catch your breath. "I-is this okay?" He had a bit of a concerned look in his eyes, but it was still mostly clouded by lust. Your eyes flicked between his and his lips. "Toshi, stop asking and just do what you want. You have my permission." You said in your most loving voice.

He swallowed hard before you pulled his face back to yours. He slid his hands under your sweater, pushing the plush fabric up as he went. You lifted your arms and his lips left yours again only to pull the sweater over your head and remove his own. He threw them both off into the dark room somewhere and leaned back down, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan when his teeth caught the sensitive skin and suddenly you felt light headed.

His lips were on your shoulders and your collar bone, his hand circling to your back. The clip on your bra snapped open and he pulled it off your arms while continuing to kiss in between your breasts. You laced your fingers thru his soft purple hair when his tongue glazed over your right nipple. You whined when the feeling went straight to your already soaking wet core.

He sucked and licked at your hardened bud, making sure to give the other one the same attention. He loved all your little moans and whimpers, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, addicted to the way you sounded.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling his lips away from your chest to pull them, with your panties off your legs. You kept them closed at first, tucked into your stomach with bent knees. He was about to ask for permission, but remembered what you said, and decided to demand it instead. "Open your legs for me kitten." Your cheeks ran hot as your knees slowly parted before him. "Fuuuck-" he breathed out heavily, palming the throbbing erection in his jeans. He was blushing so hard. Just looking at you, like this, was making it painful to keep his dick restrained in the now tight denim.

His fingers slid between your wet folds while his other hand continued to palm at his dick. He rubbed a few gentle circles on your clit, lifting the hood and making you squirm a little. He gave another heavy sigh when he slipped his middle finger into your tight, warm hole. He pushed it in once, feeling the way your walls flexed and squeezed him, before pulling out and adding his ring finger.

He unbuttoned his own pants while pumping his fingers in and out of you, putting pressure on the gummy spot at your entrance. He freed himself of the binding fabric and you watch the way his dick leaked precum. It was so thick and stood straight up, all the way to his belly button. Fuck, was this what you've been missing?

He pulled more and more moans from your parted lips while you watched his painted black nails run over his tip. He rubbed his thumb in circles over your sensitive bud while his fingers still penetrated your heat. Your eyes were fixated on his face. He looked at you with so much love and desire, it was almost addicting. You saw a thick glob of spit leave his lips and fall to his shaft, coating his entire length with it as he stroked himself to the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you. He moaned. "you're so pretty y/n..." He felt you clench around his fingers when he praised you and his eyes flicked up to yours with a smirk.

"you like that?" He questioned and you bit your lip without an answer. He leaned down closer to you, curling his fingers to your sweet spot. "You like it when I call you pretty, kitten?" His tone was dark and sultry. "Toshi~" you whined, and suddenly all the shyness he felt earlier was gone.

His lips met your neck again, sucking and leaving purple bruises all over your soft skin. You moan in his ear and he twitched and throbbed in his own hand. But it still wasn't enough. He wanted to hear you crying and screaming for him. He pulled his fingers out of you, sitting up and shoving them in his own mouth. The way he sucked on his own fingers, tasting you, was so lewd.

His hands slid up the back of your thighs, pushing your knees farther apart and as far down to the mattress as your flexibility would allow him. He leaned down and kissed all around your soft stomach, even leaving a hickey or two on your love handles. "So pretty all soaking wet for me." You closed your eyes and let out a breathy moan when you felt his wet, warm tongue push past your folds and swirl around your gummy walls. His hands squeezed your thighs as he began to devour you. "Ugh~ fuck Toshi." You whimpered and he groaned against your skin. That's what he wanted to hear.

You laced your fingers thru his messy hair while he stared up at you thru dark lashes. "Right there" you whispered, pulling on his purple locks. " Fuck right there." You repeated.

You pushed your hips up into his face and pulled his head down on you more. He loved the way you were just using his mouth. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of friction but too drunk on your pussy to stop. Your whimpers were getting loud and he could tell you were nearing your climax. Soon, your thighs closed around his head and he let them, bringing his hands to hold your waist and rub comforting circles with his thumb on your warm skin. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, arching your back off the bed and pushing your head back against his pillow. He continued to use his tongue to play with your clit while you rode out your high in his mouth.

Eventually, you came down from your climax with heavy breaths, high on euphoria. He pulled away from your heat and leaned over you. "You taste so sweet, kitten" he licked his lips. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue and staring at him with lust blown eyes. He caught on to your silent request, and another thick glob of spit landed on your taste buds. "I had no idea you were so nasty." he said, leaning down to make out with you some more. "Only for you, Toshi" you whined between kisses.

You felt the tip of his dick slide against your clit while he kissed you and grinded his hips against yours. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing him off of you and onto his back, immediately climbing on top of him straddling his waist. Fuck it was hot when you took control like that.

He held on to your hips, helping you move them against his, sliding your wet folds up and down his shaft. You watched him come undone beneath you as he struggled to form his next words. "I d-dont have a condom ugh~" he ended his sentence with a soft moan. "Don't worry about it" you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in close. "I wanna feel all of it." You seductively whispered in his ear. He whined, and you felt him twitch. "yes ma'am" the smirk painted on his face was wide.

You snaked your hand between the two of you and lined his tip with your entrance. "Are you sure?" He asked and before you had time to answer you were already sliding yourself down on his length. "Oooh fuck~" you both moaned at the same time. "God you feel even better than I imagined." He held onto your waist while you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt so good the way he stretched you out. He started leaving more bite marks on your neck and shoulders, and he gained a few scratches on his chest.

You took one of his hands and slid it to your neck, silently asking him to squeeze. "are you sure? I don't wanna hurt-" you interrupted him. "Choke me Hitoshi, please." You whined. And without any further thought, his grip tightened and your eyes rolled back. You were moving faster and your whimpers were getting louder, almost screams as you repeated a string of curses. The look in his eyes was dazed as he watched you bounce on him, strangled cries of pleasure leaving your throat from how hard he squeezed it. You were feeling light headed and coming close to your second orgasm.

You started moving your hips in such a way that dragged your clit against his pelvis while he hit your g-spot with every bounce. Your legs started shaking a bit and his other arm wrapped all the way around your waist while he flipped you over so he was back on top. His hand still wrapped around your throat while he rammed himself into you. "Cum for me, kitten. Ngh~ fuck, please." He begged. He kept moving so his skin dragged against your clit, just like you had it moments ago. You started crying out loudly because of how hard he was hitting your cervix. You instinctively covered your mouth, trying not to be too loud, but he wasn't having that. He took his free hand and ripped yours away from your face. "Absolutely fuckin not." He growled. "I wanna hear every bit of how good I make you feel." He pinned your arm to the pillow while he continuously slammed his hips against yours. It wasn't long before you were squeezing him tight and gushing all over his dick.

Your thighs squeezed his hips and your walls flexed as he threw his head back with a sinful moan and his own string of curses. "Ugh~ perfect... Sooo fucking perfect holy shit."

You felt hot, sticky ropes of cum start to spill out inside of you while you milked him for all he had. His hips stuttered and his thrusts got messy with the last little bit that leaked out. And with one final hard thrust, his grip on your throat loosened and he collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck. He braced himself on his elbows and you could hear his labored breathing in your ear.

He stayed like that for a bit, and then slowly pulled out of you, groaning quietly from the sensitivity. His cum started to leak out of you as he sat back on his knees. You felt two of his fingers, entering you again and you whined. He let his cum leak out onto his fingers before he pulled them out and shoved them in your mouth. He stared into your eyes, gaze still lust blown with red cheeks while he watched you suck his fingers. "Taste good?" His voice was soft and low again and you nodded your head. He smiled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and running a thumb over your bottom lip. "That's my good girl."

He fell beside you, encasing your naked body in his arms. "...I'm sorry it took me so long to confess my feelings." He kissed your forehead. "I just couldn't wait any longer, seeing you with that....guy... Made me worry that I'd be too late if I didn't say something now." You lifted your head to look at him in his beautiful purple eyes. "I've only ever had eyes for you."

"really?" You cupped his cheek, bringing his forehead to press against yours. "only for you, Toshi."

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[kyanitedragon]

[ID: Teen Wolf screenshots featuring Stiles, with screenshots of aspec-themed tumblr posts edited onto them.

Scott talking to Stiles in the school hallway as Stiles stares into space, looking annoyed and tired. The tumblr post is from Lil-Aro and reads "If you're ever doubting your aromanticism, have a conversation with a alloromantic for like 5 minutes and you'll be good."

Stiles anxiously sucking on his lip as his dialouge says "How come when we graduate, we're just expected to go our separate ways? Why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?" The tumblr post is from AroKaladin and reads "Allos: aros have like no feelings. they're cold and unemotional and don't care about anyone!!! basically robots!!! they form no attachments to others!!! [next line] Actual aros, neck-deep in abandonment issues and dreading the day their loved ones inevitably marry off and leave them forever (something they cry about fortnightly): lmao i WISH"

Stiles looking behind him with a shocked expression, following Danny's gaze as Danny stares at a shirtless Derek off-screen. The tumblr post reads "Me a year ago: I don't get why people like to see others shirtless? Like, it's aesthetically cool, but??? [next line] My aroace ass now: Oh. OH."

Stiles gesturing while talking to Scott in the school hallway. The tumblr post is from Ace-Thinks and reads "Ace culture is having tons of questions about how other people experience sexual attraction in daily life but having no way to casually ask them [next line] Like [next line] "So... sexual attraction... how often do you like... feel that? Also what does it... like... feel like?" [Next line] See also: aromantics [Next line] "So... crushes... what's the deal with those?"

Stiles with a deeply anxious expression on his face, standing with his hands on his hips, trying to support himself. The tumblr post is from Cupio-Ace and reads "The only crush I have is crushing anxiety"

Stiles sitting on the floor, anxious and coming out of a panic attack. The tumblr post is from MauveMyHeart (deactivated) and reads "I'm a triple threat. Asexual. Aromantic. Anxious." The A in each word is bolded.

Scott and Stiles in Stiles' jeep, driving through New Mexico as Scott drives. The tumblr post is from Autcore and reads "Deepening the bonds of your friendship over a long roadtrip is aro culture."

Stiles pursing his lips while dramatically saying "No" as his dialouge reads "I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No." The tumblr post is from RisingSm0ke and reads "Sometimes I laugh because as an aromantic asexual, my sexuality is basically just: No."

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: One thing I love about these two is how blatant they are about their feelings, there is no hesitation (there is a lot and is drowning them) -Danny Words: 2,634 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Message In A Bottle' -by Taylor Swift

XXVII: I Don't Have High Hopes but I Think Leara Should Be Our Ship Name

"You remember when Annabeth explained to us how Athena kids are born?"

"Yeah?"

"I get it now," Ara mumbles absentmindedly. "The meeting of minds thing."

Lily peers over the chariot. "What?"

"I've got a crush," Ara tightens the nave, hunching so she doesn't have to face Lily.

Her friend gasps and pulls Ara up, dragging her to a tall bench. "Who is it? You always go for the craziest option available!"

"That's not true!" She scowls.

"I always thought Aphrodite kids had good taste, but you don't."

"I'll ignore that," Ara leaves her tools on the workbench. "Cause I really wanna tell you."

Lily smiles eagerly. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Well... It's a boy."

"Yikes," she sits on the bench next to Ara's and supports her elbow on the workbench. "Do I know him?"

"Yeah, er... just met him."

"Oh," Lily's expression shifts. "Oh no, Ara."

"What?" She pouts. "You can't say that's a bad pick!"

Her friend wrinkles her nose. "Leo Valdez? Are you sure?"

"You don't approve," Ara sighs knowingly.

Lily rolls her eyes. "I get why you like him... but is he really the safe option?"

"Lily!"

"Well," she frowns. "All I'm saying is, you get along with Jason just the same!"

Ara's taken by surprise. "Jason?"

"Why not?" Her friend insists. "Your siblings love him, like, they're obsessed—"

"Piper likes him, Lily," Ara makes a face.

"Ugh, fine! But Leo is bound to get you hurt," Lily explains like it's obvious.

"No, he wouldn't! Why would you even think that?" Ara's getting upset for no reason, she has to wrap it up.

Lily crosses her arms and Ara knows she's in for a lecture. "He's insane, Ara. Have you talked to him for more than just five minutes? I have the feeling he doesn't even like people at all."

"That's not fair, you don't like talking to people either," she reminds her.

"Yeah, but I like you, and I make an effort for you," she insists in an exasperated voice.  "Nothing against him, he just doesn't have time to be a good boyfriend, and you know it. Don't pursue him, Ara."

Telling Ara she can't do something is giving her entrance to prove others wrong. "But I like him, isn't that enough?"

"Listen, if you date Leo, you won't be his priority," Lily tries to reason. "You shouldn't settle for the bare minimum. Also, you're Olympus's go-to girl—"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you," Ara snaps defensively. "You go on about common sense like it's so easy. I know better."

It's not up to her to decide anymore, Leo's soul light matches hers, and all she can do is come to terms with it. Lily's observations aren't wrong, but she doesn't understand just how much of a dead end Ara is facing. 

Lily's eyes darken. "Right, because you have always made the right choice."

Ara knows what she's insinuating, and she won't allow it. "Thank you for helping me with the chariot, you're dismissed for the day."

"Naí, Strategus." 

Lily grabs her stuff so she can leave, but someone else storms into the room before that can happen.

"I'm going to gut you!" Nico Di Angelo stops in front of Ara, holding the old aviator jacket to her face.

We convince Nico to stay for the rest of the summer, but it doesn't matter how much we try to include him in our routine, he doesn't like it here.

Lily hands him a bag with food and drachmas. "Thank you for helping us this summer."

"You won't try to stop me from leaving?" He asks reluctantly.

"We know you'll be careful," I smile. "Ghost King."

Nico makes a face. "Shut up."

"It suits you," Lily teases him. "It's an honor to be friends with a king."

"Whatever," he turns away.

"You didn't deny we're friends, though!" I laugh. "Wait! We have one last favor to ask you!"

He glances back over his shoulder. "What?"

"Look for the children of Olympus!"

"What's that?"

"Nothing important, just... if you contact any of them, ask them how they became it. Heracles and Achilles."

Nico's face is hard to read, but he nods. "I'll try."

"See you later, Neeks!"

"Maybe," he replies shortly.

Percy runs into us at that moment. Lily goes away claiming she has business to attend to with the Stolls, but I know she wants to be sad in private. Nico's the only kid who resembles her around here, and now he's leaving, claiming this is not his place. I wonder what that makes her think.

Mr D asks Percy and me to walk with him. He takes us to the campfire, where Clarisse and Chris are having a moment. 

Percy doesn't understand Mr. D's sudden change of heart, but I do.

"...remember that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed." He gives me a look. "That weapon you carry is flashy... Make sure it doesn't dim your brains."

He leaves us, and I stare at the purple aura surrounding Clarisse and Chris. Percy speaks beside me. "Hey! That's right, you got a sword!"

I smile. "Hephaestus gave it to me. It's called Pantodýnamos."

Percy cocks his head to the side. "That's weird... I feel like I've heard that before."

"Almighty? Yeah, about a hundred times in every book of ancient history."

"Right," he grins. "And it sure is almighty, I saw you killing all those monsters—How did it feel?"

"Like small things can become very large indeed," I quote for Percy's amusement.

He pauses for a moment, suddenly worried. "But why did Hephaestus give it to you? He didn't seem to like you at first."

I open my mouth to reply, but I'm his little sister, he'll freak out if I tell him what my fate is. "I guess he changed his mind," I lie. "Maybe he likes that I chose him over my mother."

Percy seems to believe it. "Well, I feel better knowing you have a good way to defend yourself."

He ruffles my hair and walks me to the campfire. Lily's with the Stolls, next to her is Michael, and he's staring at me. When we lock eyes he smiles and winks. I look away feeling self-conscious, and a golden light brightens my skin.

"Oh, crap..." I mutter in distress.

During the campfire, Ara realizes Leo is nowhere to be found. It comes to her that if he's not here then he probably didn't have dinner either, and she can't ignore that.

The girl leaves the amphitheater and goes to get drinks and her on-the-verge-of-dying T-Rex bag, then approaches the forest, where she whistles and Apollo is quick to appear on her side. Ara rides him to the bunker, it's dark out and she's not looking to fight monsters at this hour.

She enters the bunker quietly, all the lights are off with the exception of one on top of Festus's platform, next to it Leo is scribbling something on a blueprint.

"Holy, Hephaestus!" Ara gasps. Before her, the ship's shell is already being built.

Leo gives a start. "Hi, doll!" He hastily tries to clean his workspace. "I know, I know, dinner time. Let me just—"

"Dinner was two hours ago," Ara walks up to him.

"Oh," he blinks. "Whoops."

The girl places a soda and a sandwich on his workbench. "You forget to eat and your reaction is 'Whoops'?"

"You can't judge me, Miss 'Huh'," Leo grabs the food. "I just thought—"

"You can think?" Ara sits on the platform and pats Festus' head, Apollo curls next to Leo's workbench ready to take a nap.

"Ha ha," Leo rolls his eyes. "I'm a genius, you know..."

"Don't get too comfy, boy," she speaks to her lion. "We'll head back in a moment."

Leo pouts. "You're leaving already?"

"You're coming with us," she raises a brow. "I can't let you stay here."

"You're no fun," he sighs. "My mom and I used to sleep in her workshop sometimes."

"You have a good bed in cabin nine," she insists calmly. "And I'm a fun girl, you just push my buttons."

"I've noticed," Leo smirks. "But you keep coming back, so maybe I don't push them enough."

"Hm," Ara looks around curiously. The bunker's full of life already; Annabeth was right after all, she's dying to work here. "Anyway, hurry up and eat. I gotta leave Apollo with the pegasus, he'll spend the night chasing the poor harpies otherwise."

Leo makes a face. "You know how batshit that sounds?"

Ara smiles a little. "You'll get used to it eventually."

Leo walks over to where she is. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Is it true what they say? That you can't fall in love?"

Ara laughs. "Who says that?"

"Malcolm."

She shakes her head. "No! That's nuts!"

"It's not true?" He asks, sitting next to her.

Ara notices the faint glow of his skin. "Love is the one thing that keeps me going."

He tilts his head. "Really?"

"I mean, if I were incapable of loving, my life would be pointless."

"So you're willing to date?" His voice turns a bit hopeful. "Let's say, a mechanic genius with amazing looks?"

"Are you asking me out?" She inquires with amusement.

"Yeah, I think I am," Ara's shoulder is touching his, and Leo's breath catches in his throat as he leans closer.

"Leo..." Ara's not sure this is how she wants things to happen. "I... I..."

A playful smirk appears on the boy's face. "Are you about to confess? It'd be great if you said something like 'You're so attractive it makes me insane', even if it's a lie."

"Are you teaching me how to flirt with you?" Ara's head is spinning but his teasing annoys her enough to clear her head.

"You look like you need help. And you're not threatening to maim me for sitting this close to you like the day we met," Heat spreads across his cheeks, and he finishes the sentence quietly. "I can stop if you want."

Ara blushes, looking down at where their hands are placed, one next to the other. "I've gotten used to you, that's all..."

Leo glances at their hands and he lightly touches hers with the tip of his pinky. He looks up to her eyes and waits. She's not doing anything, but his heart is throbbing painfully as he sits in expectation.

"You're doing a great job here, by the way," Ara tells him.

Leo nods, not listening to a single word of what she just said. He moves slightly closer, closing the gap between them until their faces are just a few inches apart. The boy tilts his head and softly brushes his lips against hers for a brief moment. 

The proximity makes him so dizzy he pushes himself away almost instantly. He's in honest disbelief, no girl had ever allowed him to get that close, he nearly wants to ask Ara if she's in her right mind.

In spite of his attempt to stop, their noses are still brushing. He's right there, he could kiss her if he wanted to, and he is dying to, but he wants her permission. 

"I know I don't know a lot about you," he places his hand on top of hers. "But since I met you I've had this feeling... I don't even know what it means, but I'll try my best to be whatever you want, just..."

Ara wants to kiss him so badly that her chest hurts. The girl clears her throat and moves away, desperately trying to de-escalate the situation. "I don't date guys that could set me on fire, though."

For a moment, the sound of his heart pounding is all Leo can hear and process. Then Ara's breathing, slow and strained. It takes him a while to make sense of her words. 

The way she's acting gives him hope. He feels so close to getting all he ever wanted, even if he doesn't even know what that entails.

He moves away too, trying to calm down. He drinks half of his Coke in one gulp. "You're gonna talk about cons? Let me talk about yours, then."

Ara's mouth falls open. "You've known me for like three days!"

"Six, actually," he replies. "So it's a looong list." Ara punches his shoulder. "Ouch! That a yes or a no?" Leo laughs, he can't help but think how cute she looks when she's pouting. 

"I'll give you one and you gotta say one in turn, alright?" She replies. "Let's see who's got more."

A devilish look appears on Leo's face. He tilts his head slightly. "You're bossy."

"You're a flirt with every girl you find pretty."

He grins. "That sounds more like a compliment." 

"It's not."

"Are you sure?"

"Just give me a con!"

"You're impatient."

"Some of your jokes are cringe."

Leo gasps, pretending to be insulted. "That's harsh."

"I give you permission to be a little harsh, then," Ara grins.

"Alright. You're a terrible flirt."

Ara responds with a feisty look in her eyes. "You have no proper strength for a demigod."

"Dang, now this is just roasting," Leo takes a bite of his sandwich. "My powers are a work in progress, sunshine. I'd try my best to protect you though, if that counts for anything."

Ara sighs and stares at her feet. "If you're not sure you can, then don't do it," the girl nudges his arm. "Your turn. You said you had a long list, right?"

"I was lying," he admits casually. "But feel free to keep going, I need the reality check."

Ara groans and looks away. "I ran out of cons too."

Leo pats her knee. "At least we tried. Now what?"

Ara's knee is tingling where he touched it. "I'm not a flirt," she blurts out. "Silena taught me to be kind and hand out compliments to everyone. If I'm a terrible flirt it's cause I've never tried to flirt with anyone, this is just how I am."

Ara is kind of weird, but Leo is starting to get her. She isn't as hard to understand as most people, maybe cause she always says what she means. "I'm a bit of a flirt," he replies, "but I try not to flirt with you at all, 'cause if you were to flirt back, I'm pretty sure I'd drop dead."

Ara giggles, her face is as red as the strawberries they grow in camp, but she doesn't seem to mind. "You're so dramatic—But you make me laugh, like, real laughter. Can't do that easily nowadays..."

"Wow," he says, trying to sound like he's joking. "You like me a lot."

He lets the statement sink in, giving her the opportunity to deliver a firm rejection. 

"I never said I didn't."

"What?" There is a whirlwind of emotions inside of him, too much data has entered his hard drive. He can't even feel his face at this point. "What do you mean?" He urges her. "Cause it's kinda sounding like you've got feelings for me—"

"I know how it sounds," Ara scowls.

"But... then..." He stammers.

Ara fixes her eyes on the lion. A sudden wave of panic is making her second-guess everything, maybe she should follow Lily's advice. 

"Listen, Leo... You have a ship to build, and I have to find my brother. Those are the priorities. After that, we have to defeat Miss Dirt-face. We don't have time for feelings."

It's like she's trying to convince herself, but what he hates the most is that it's true, and it hurts like hell. The first time he meets a cute girl who's attracted to him, and they can't be together. His life is just that great.

"Right. Let's focus on the prophecies now, and maybe if we survive that, we can think about dating," he replies, sounding overly sarcastic. "Sorry for asking..." Every fiber in his body wants to scream. Is he destined to be rejected even by the people who want to choose differently?

Ara gets up as gracefully as possible. "Please, don't stay here for long. Go to sleep."

She heads to the door in silence. The boy doesn't go after her, all he does is reply under his breath. "See you."

Pollo gets up and follows Ara out of the bunker, leaving Leo alone with his longing.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked my sister to stop bringing her girlfriend to our family video calls?

My family has had a group video call every week since my sister and I moved out of our parents' house. We're all busy with our own lives, but we are a tight knit group and having a chance to chat face to face every week is something we all care about a lot.

These calls typically include me (25F), my sister (21F), and our mom and dad. The calls are casual, and one or more of us is often doing chores or working on a craft project while we talk.

About a year ago, my sister (I'll call her C) started dating E (25F). They've had an on-and-off relationship as E struggles with an addiction and unsupportive parents (both C and E are trans), but they have remained friends throughout. Not sure if it's really relevant, but they are also both poly and dating other people. None of this is an issue for me or my parents, and we have a very supportive relationship (I'm also queer and NB-ish).

The problem is that since they started dating, E is almost always in the room with C while we have our family video calls.

At first, C would hide that E was there at all. We would be talking for 30 minutes and suddenly E was walking through the frame. My mom in particular was uncomfortable with this as we sometimes talk about private subjects and we like to dress like we would if we were all hanging out at home (like in pajamas or underwear). Mom asked C if she could at least announce to us if E was in the room, and C did it for a while but eventually stopped.

The interruptions escalated from there. Now, C will have full-on conversations with E while we are on the video call, as if we aren't there. I think this is rude and disrespectful of the time the rest of us set aside for talking to each other. I honestly wouldn't mind if E joined our family calls, if she actually participated in the group conversation (to be clear, I don't blame E for not participating). I think my parents are just happy to get time with C at all.

There have also been instances in the past where one of us thought C was alone and asked her about her relationship with E, which is always embarrassing and uncomfortable for everyone.

E is now at every family video call, always off camera. Today, we had been talking for an hour about my mom's cancer recovery, just the four of us, when E said something to C that I couldn't hear. C immediately started talking and laughing with E, unmuted (so I couldn't even talk to or hear my parents). This is happening more and more often.

Again, I know my sister isn't being intentionally rude. I also respect that she needs social time with her friends and partners, especially as a trans person. I also wonder if E enjoys listening to our family calls since she isn't close to her parents at all. But I miss when we could all share an hour of dedicated family time, and I think my parents have started censoring what they say because they know my sister's friends are in the room.

So WIBTA if I asked my sister to come to our weekly family video calls alone?

I'm also open to advice in the comments since I've never brought up something like this before. Usually if C and I have an issue we say something right away, but I have let this go on for almost a year hoping that she would realize how it's impacting us.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[krikeymate]

So I was thinking the other day, and I remembered that one of the only things we know about Christina Carpenter is that she travels for work.

I also happened to remember that New York is one of the most popular destinations for people to travel to for business.

I don't think Christina would actively seek out Sam and Tara if she were in New York, and vice versa. But this is also the Carpenters we're talking about, and with Sam and Tara's luck it's almost a guarantee that they would run each other.

Tara runs into her first. At a bar. We're 5-6 months post-6 and Sam's working a last-minute night shift. Tara's not been sleeping well the past few days, a resurgence of nightmares that she's keeping hidden, triggered by the release of a book on the attacks. Not Gale this time, she actually tried to get it blocked, just a rookie police officer who had the fortune to be involved in all the crime scenes. He's making bank on their misfortune.

She needed a drink, and to not be alone. She thought about calling Chad or Mindy, but they're back home for spring break and they've been having a good time, she doesn't want to spoil their mood. She thought about knocking on Danny's door, but couldn't bring herself to do it, it felt too weird. Running to her sister's boyfriend who she barely knows because she's lonely? That's pathetic. Gale, Kirby, Sidney? They're Sam's friends and support system really, and Sam deserves something that's just hers.

So here she is, drinking alone at a bar, when she meets eyes with a very familiar woman across the room. Oh you have got to be kidding me.

Her mother is here. In New York. Drinking. Right Here, Right Now. What are the chances? Tara looks away and hopes she didn't- nope, she's coming over, she saw me. Fuck.

"Darling," she croons. Oh, we're at that level of drunk are we, the part where she pretends she loves me.

"What are you doing here?" Tara doesn't even bother greeting her, her words are sharp and short.

"Can't a mother just come to see her daughter?" The statement is insincere, dripping with falseness. A million things sit on the tip of Tara's tongue, you have two daughters, remember?; you're not a mother; you're parked out at a bar despite knowing where we live; you're not here for us and I know it. In the end she says nothing, downing the remains of her drink and slipping off the barstool.

As she walks away she hears her mother call out to her. "You've always been ungrateful, you can't even spare 5 minutes for your mother?" Tara returns home feeling worse than before.

~

Sam's doing the grocery shopping when she spots her across the aisle. She's staring at the wine like it holds the secrets to the universe. Maybe it does, maybe that's why she's always spent so much time at the bottom of a bottle. Then Sam snaps out of it and remembers she's in New York, not Woodsboro, and that her mother should not be here. She quickly turns and collides with another shopper. She mutters apologies and hopes she escaped notice. She did not.

"Samantha."

You've gotta be kidding me.

Her mother approaches, and Sam sighs, letting out a weary "hello mom, what are you doing here?" Christina tuts, displeased with her words, as usual.

"So rude. Tara was the same. She's really developed an attitude since you came back, she used to be such a good girl." Sam does her best to keep her face blank, to not react to her words. Tara hasn't mentioned anything about their mother recently, let alone speaking to her, then again, she hasn't mentioned much of anything at all. She's been spending spring break moping around the apartment, something that just 6 months ago would have been a relief, for Sam to know where she was all the time. Now it's a concern.

She ignores the dig at herself, but won't let the slight against her sister go uncontested. "Tara is a wonderful person and if she had an attitude with you, I'm sure it was for a good reason."

Her mother scoffs. "Yes, you would say that, wouldn't you. So, aren't you going to invite me around? I would like to see where my wayward daughters are squatting these days."

Sam has the strong urge to tell her mother to fuck off, but bites her tongue instead. She speaks in as polite a tone as possible, "another time maybe. I've got a lot of things to do today."

Christina glances down at the grocery cart, eyes roving over the contents. She hums, picking up the carton of ice cream. "This is what you're feeding your sister is it? No wonder she's getting fat."

Sam snatches it back from her hands and throws it back down into the cart. She snarls out a "goodbye mother" and stalks off before she gives in to the urge to start throwing punches.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #fuck christina carpenter club #scream concept #-after 6 #the tags tag #tara's 21 btw because i like to use the accidentally fucked up canon ages #danny would have welcomed her in with open arms. ordered take out. and put on her favourite movie. but tara doesn't know that. #gale & kirby & sidney would have LOVED to hear from tara they adore her as much as sam. tara just feels kinda isolated. #she feels like sam is moving on with her life and doing better than ever while she just stagnates. #she's a final girl... but she's not a final girl. you feel me? #i really wanted to include a line from christina about seeing tara drinking and comparing the two but couldn't make it work

[sophieinwonderland]

I have a question for willogenic/tulpagenic or systems that create their headmates.

Why would you? Why would you want someone else in your head and take control of your body? What motive could drive someone to actively do that and create more?

I also want to ask if they really feel how horrible it is to have arguments or headmates hurt you because they can create their own as they please.

Also if they experience the bad symptoms of being plural and not just the "fun" part such as dissociation, depersonalization, derealization, amnesia, identity crisis, etc.

I do not ask any of these questions with the desire to bother, I genuinely want to know and it is a question that keeps me alert.

Often, people drawn to the tulpamancy community are those with ASD, anxiety or other disorders that leave them feeling alone.

I was an accident, technically. At least, my host didn't plan on making a sentient being. But for others, it's not hard to see why they would be drawn to the practice. My own host had a good home life with a really supportive family, but has difficulty interacting with external people, which could be isolating.

I also want to ask if they really feel how horrible it is to have arguments or headmates hurt you because they can create their own as they please.

Arguments happen. We had a couple really bad ones early on. But... our system was created differently and that affects how we view each other.

A person, any person, is going to be reflecting what they learn from the world. We're all products of our environments.

A lot of headmates formed by trauma. They... come into the world experiencing its worst parts.

The system grows up maybe hearing the voices of their headmates but shutting them out. They don't have access to plural resources and feel like they're going crazy. Aggression can be taken out on headmates because the headmates aren't even seen as real, and abused children often don't have good role models for positive relationships.

By the time you find out that you're plural, a lot of harm has been done to the system and their relationships with each other. Building back trust can take time for these systems. It's tragic.

...

That's not how it was for us. Again, I wasn't made intentionally. I was just the imaginary friend. So there was a bit of denial, but I denied my own emotions too. And it took only a couple months for us to discover the tulpa community and realize I was a real person.

By the time of my creation, my host was an adult who had a solid understanding of how healthy relationships work. We could communicate our problems as they came out. We might argue one night, but then we made an effort to sit down and talk our problems out until they were resolved as soon as we could. I sometimes wish that I could have been here from the beginning, but I suspect that it's best for our relationship that I wasn't.

He already cared about me and wanted me to be happy. He enjoyed seeing me learn and grow, and interact with the world. I'm incredibly lucky to have had him in my life.

I would never hurt my host, and he would never hurt me. (At least, not intentionally.)

And me getting front time was a gift. It was something he provided when I wanted to do things in the real world because he wanted me to be happy, and loved seeing me happy.

Also if they experience the bad symptoms of being plural and not just the "fun" part such as dissociation, depersonalization, derealization, amnesia, identity crisis, etc.

Yes and no.

I think some of these symptoms exist, but are more mild. (Technically, all switching is considered dissociative.) We had some days when we fell into doubt spirals that were miserable. The worst lasted hours, but never more than a day. We've had mornings waking up, not knowing who is in front immediately, which I think is a form of depersonalization, but it only lasted minutes.

There's no amnesia unless you intentionally build it up. There might be "speed bumps" where memories of some headmates are easier to access by them than other headmates. And there have been times when non-fronters have a much harder time accessing information the fronter knows. Something about fronting makes information more accessible.

But by and large, a lot of these symptoms of DID are symptoms of PTSD. While we might experience lesser versions of some of these, they don't have much of an impact on our lives.

And the few negatives are outweighed by the advantages of having an internal support network to prop each other up.

#tulpa #tulpamancy #syscourse #endogenic #pro endo #pro endogenic. #plural #plurality #system #multiplicity #psychology #systems #plural system #endogenic system #endo safe #pro tulpa #tulpagenic #parogenic #thoughtform #actually a system

[anendoandfriendo]

Hey sorry I was trying to dm you but we aren't mutuals 😭 please don't publish this but https://www.tumblr.com/anendoandfriendo/739226231286939648 the person who coined this is anti endo. They even have endo dni

No, actually, we will publish it. It's a good example of how to investigate basic callouts to see if what people say is true. :) //not mad but...please understand why saying "do not publish this" is incredibly suspicious to us.

We're not sure what you're seeing exactly because we don't see that at all, unless we literally missed something? This is a screenshot of the DNI we're seeing from the link itself on that post:

We reblogged the genderfail post off of a friend who's also pro-endogenic and, like, it's exhausting vetting every single blog over a post.

Now, what we did was go to OP's blog from that gender coining because, welp, some people are slick and try to use the foot in the door method to buy people into hatred you know? By pretending to be inclusionists like the above and then it's completely different.

Their rentry URLs are entirely different than the rentry on the genderfail link. HOWEVER, endogenic systems aren't even in their DNI on their actual DNI, it literally looks like this as of this ask:

Now, like, we have issues with "basic criteria" being in a DNI because to us "do not harass people over their taste in fiction" is basic DNI for example, but to antishippers this obviously isn't the case. -_-'

That aside, that link under basic criteria actually leads back to that DNI list in the genderfail post.

We're actively working on getting web archives of these links in case they change. Asks are no longer acting weird and not allowing edits, but we do work in about ten minutes as of this edit of our own answer.

We don't know what is going on here but: if it's all cycling back to the same thing and we don't see "endos dni" anywhere we look, then it seems rather misinformed for you to send this ask.

Unless you happened to share the wrong link. Which is also possible.

But callouts to us, in general, are highly suspicious and this would be why.

Post will be edited as/if we come across information so people can see how it evolves.

MAJOR EDIT 1.0

Something that people generally do not realize about us, is, we prefer to do any kind of analytical work or any kind of...investigation? on a laptop. Now, here is the problem with that as explained by one of our headmates —

However we were talking to a mutual @tulpafcker who has typed things in our replies that indicate the blog in question was likely not shadowbanned so we put a search into the bar #endogenic and #endo, the latter of which turns up this post. The read more does, in fact, have the ableist, bigoted, and decidedly hypocritical "dni endos and supporters" on it.

But that's not for OP that's for an entirely different blog. That said, the implicit "no exclusionism or ableism except THIS exclusionism and ableism, this one is fine I promise you okay??? :)))))" is really bad.

Since OP of the genderfail post thinks they are slick we will probably be deleting the reblog (but not before also grabbing a screenshot and archive of our own blog for posterity). The post in question in image form, edited with the water filter for easier distinction:

We're still working on the archive pages unfortunately, we may need to wait until our EOS for the majority of them, but we'll try in and off.

EDIT 2.0: Managed to add all web archive links from what we can tell.

#OH SHIT IT WILL LET US EDIT NOW? #we'll get those archive links asap. #but honestly it wouldn't let us do anything besides publish the post this time ANYWAYS so we may try to send feedback to this hellsite. 🫠