#'what all of them?' i would never be friends with an uncool person so all of my friends are by necessity Very cool

[temeraire]

very embarrassing thing about me is that i am so so so smug about how cool my friends are. im not shit by myself but my god i will brag about how cool my friends are if given the chance. i want to stick them up on my fridge to show everyone who comes into my house. thats my friend. raised them from birth. taught them everything they know except for all the stuff they know way more about than me and learned/achieved through years of hard work and effort etc etc. arent they so fucking cool

[reallyromealone]

Title: bakugos brother

Chapter:...4?

Fandom: bnha

Characters: Bakugo, kirishima, bakusquad and deku squad and a few teachers

Fic type: series

Pairings: kirishima x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, fluff, angst, teen romance

Notes:I lost the ask, so requester I hope you enjoy

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"Apparently he's like super smart"

"He plays chess, I heard he never lost"

"He seems pretty ordinary, I don't get why he's Nedzus personal student"

(Name) Ignored the comments as he left Nedzu's office, his uniform perfectly ironed and his school work organized to perfection as he went to his gen-ed classes, spending the first portion of his day with Nedzu then the rest with his peers as the faculty deemed it important for him to make friends and talk to those his age.

"Apparently he's brothers with Bakugo"

"He probably has serious anger issues"

(Name) Walked into the gen-ed class and took a seat in his chair, staring off as he began playing chess in his head as he waited for things to start "you're bakugos brother, right?" A voice asked beside him and (name) looked to see a guy "yes, I am" (name) said simply as the others glared slightly "your brother is an obnoxious asshole!" One student said "yeah! You two are so fucking cold to others, what? You think you're better than us?!"

"You know, it's impressive " (name) said simply as a student looked confused "what is?"

"That you can make baseless accusations on someone whom you haven't even had a conversation with" (name) said simply as the others looked shocked "you make claims about me that hold zero merit and frankly I think that's appalling" "how dare--"

"I think that's enough class" present mic walked in clearly frustrated with his students "is this any way to treat a new classmate?"

"But--"

"But what? I heard everything and frankly I'm ashamed of you all" the blond teacher said sternly "(name) was put in your class hoping you all would give him a warm welcome and you berated him for actions of another"

The students looked ashamed and (name) was awkward, fidgeting with his mechanical pencil as the others mumbled out apologies and the blond sighed "now pull out your textbooks to page 138"

When classes ended, (name) had a free study period and decided to go to the courtyard to play some chess by himself and get away from it all, he felt just as lonely as he did at his old school but he should have expected to be in his brothers shadow here as well.

"Hey... Uh were sorry about what happened" a few students came up, a purple haired teen and two others "it was pretty shitty of us to put that on you, that wasn't cool" the teens mumbled and (name) shrugged "I'm used to it"

"You shouldn't have to be though and it's uncool"

"Shinso Hitoshi" the purple haired teen offered and (name) looked at them passively "Bakugo (name)" his voice always so calm and collected as they nodded "so you play chess?" One student asked and (name) nodded "outside of school, I'm a professional chess player"

"Whoa! That's so cool! Is that why you're Nedzu's student?"

"Actually it's due to my quirk, I have an intelligence quirk" (name) explained and the three sat with him "whoa those are super rare!" The other said and Shinso looked curious about it "why didn't you apply earlier?" Shinso asked before realizing that was probably insensitive and (name) shrugged "didn't think I would be able, two students already got into here... A third seemed impossible" it was a lie but they seemed to accept it.

"So what's it like being Nedzu's student?!"

After classes, Kirishima was excited to see his boyfriend as the two hadn't seen each other in a few days due to conflicting schedules but now they could! Even if half the class wanted to join as well.

"I brought a friend" (name) said simply as shinso looked awkward, kirishima feeling pride at his boyfriend making friends independent of the redhead "oh! You're the one going through the transfer!" Momo said excitedly "yeah the one replacing mineta!" Ochaco cheared "and right before the sports festival! Oh we can train together!"

Hitoshi was startled a bit as he noticed Midoriya who was a calming presence "come on! Aizawa is only letting us out till 845! We only have like five hours!" Mina yelled as Bakugo grunted at her dragging him.

Hitoshi was dragged into conversation with tenya and kaminari about god knows what as Kirishima and a few others chatted away, leaving the Bakugo siblings to walk beside each other awkwardly "how's heroics" (name) said in more of a statement, uncomfortable as he tried to make small talk with his brother "fine" Bakugo grunted as Kirishima went with tsu and Ochaco "babe I'll be right back! Don't follow I want it to be a surprise!"

And then the siblings were left alone as the group seperated to grab the things they needed or wanted and to meet up after for food.

"You two seem happy" Bakugo was rarely soft, the concept of him being calm and tentative was something that would be laughable to anyone who knew him "he makes me happy, I hope I make him feel the same" (name) said simply and Bakugo make a soft hum "I'm glad you're at U.A"

"Didn't you not want me here?" (Name) Looked at Katsuki as they stopped walking"fucking--- I know I was shitty, dad's making me go to therapy with hound dog" this was new, something he didn't expect at all.

"Dad's fed up with the hag, he's forcing basically everyone to therapy so expect a call"

The two sat on a bench, small talk between them as they waited for their friends to come back.

It was strange for Katsuki to say he was finally meeting his brother, on equal grounds and no hostility but Katsuki needed this.

He needed his brother.

"BABE LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" Kirishima barreled in with bracelets "look, it has chess pieces! And you can customize it so I added a barbell!" Kirishima said excitedly as he handed (name) one and the calmer Bakugo took it curiously "this is cheesy" he said simply but the small smile as he put on it made kirishima fly to cloud nine.

Bakugo was surprised that his brother had such an interest like origami, seeming genuinely happy with the variety pack of designs "oo make me a brid!" Kirishima teased and (name) took that seriously and they could see the gears turn in his head.

(Name) Was happy when he returned to his form, putting the bracelet in a safe area with his other important items and sat down, thinking About the conversation he had... Bakugo apologized...

He had to talk to kirishima tomorrow about this.

"Hey shitty hair,.can I talk?"

[diorgirl444]

to all the greasers i’ve loved before - chapter 1.

warnings: bad writing (my first time writing a multiple part fic ), don’t let the picture of dallas fool you he barely features in this chapter i’m afraid, fem! curtis reader though it is never specified whether the reader is a bio daughter or adopted and so can be read as either, doesn’t follow book canon, 1060 words <3

you had always loved love. your parents were more than happy to recount stories of how you would wander around the house dressed in your nightdress with the lace curtain over your hair clutching onto a small posy of daisies and dandelions. you had called it playing weddings and it was your all-time favourite game.

this obsession with love trickled into other things with most of the cookies you baked being heart-shaped or being the only person to still give everyone, even the weird kids handmade valentines after it was deemed uncool at about thirteen. yes, you loved love but there was an important differentiation, you loved the idea of it. so you supposed it was natural that you began to write love letters the way some people wrote diary entries.

you kept them in a teal silk hatbox of your mothers which had long since lacked the hat intended to be in it. there was one letter for every boy you had liked at one time - five in total. Bryon from volunteering at the hospital, Johnny from freshman homecoming, Dallas from two summers ago, Randy from Model Un and Keith since forever. you supposed your letters were less i love you love letters and more goodbye love letters. they were a way of accepting the crush whilst also allowing yourself to let go and move on. that you could sing to the Ronettes and not be singing about him, that you could buy milkshakes at the diner and not wonder which flavour he’d choose. the letters set you free - at least they were supposed to…

Keith Jacobs was a friend of your brothers but you’d always been a bit in love with him. his mother moved to Tulsa all alone with one son and a baby girl just across the street from you and so your parents, lovely people that they were invited the Jacobs round for a fried chicken dinner. you made a peach cobbler for dessert and when Keith asked for seconds - you glowed with pride. by the time he’d finished his third helping you’d already decided what shade of white your wedding dress would be and from that day he was practically always at your house. there was time when it was the four of you, Daryl, Soda, Pony and Keith but then your parents died and it all changed.

Daryl had to grow up and then the other three all started hanging out later and getting into fights which was fine because you had Angela and Sylvia. well, you had Sylvia till the summer before high school. then suddenly over that summer, she started smoking cheap cigarettes and wearing tight jeans where you were still happy to read a silly romance novel and bake cookies. angie was more like Sylvia really but she was like a street dog who you’d given a treat to - loyal to a fault and kept coming back.

which leads you to where you are now, the last day before junior year and the house is packed. you and Daryl were determined to keep up the tradition of home-cooked meals, mainly for Ponyboy but if you were honest with yourself sometimes as you mashed the potatoes with the radio turned up you would close your eyes and pretend your parents were slow dancing behind you. it turned out that most of your brother's friends didn’t normally eat well so they would often come round too. privately you wish they wouldn’t, they were too loud to you with no manners and they didn’t wash their hands before they ate. but for Ponyboy, the baby of the family you put up with it. You break out of these thoughts when Two-bit speaks, because as you hate to remember he’s Two-bit now not Keith anymore.

“guess who scored themselves a girlfriend”

You choke on your broccoli as all the boys cheer and clap him on the back. your ears ring and you feel like you’re gonna be sick. quietly you whisper to Daryl.

“I don’t feel very well. I think it’s my monthlies - I’m gonna go to bed”

he nods ruffling your hair affectionately as if you're still five and not almost seventeen. you don’t mind - that’s Darry’s way - playing dad to you and your brothers.

“g’night kid I’ll bring you some hot cocoa up and one of those hot water bottles wrapped in a towel.”

as you retreat to your bedroom with tears stinging you hear a chorus of “goodnights” and “feel better soon” from all apart from Dallas. despite your pain you still have the energy to roll your eyes, god forbid Winston cares about someone other than himself for once.

once you clasp your box and retreat under the floral quilts that your mom made you finally allow the tears to fall as you reread the letters. you decide tomorrow you’ll draft a new letter for two-bit, an official goodbye to the foolish hope you’ve clung to for so long. You hear the click of the look, and hastily you shove the letters back into the hatbox and wipe any resounding tears. Pony perches on the edge of your bed holding out the hot cocoa and water bottle that Darry had promised you.

“sissy, you okay?”

you bite back a laugh when he calls you that, a name that he called you as a baby that just stuck. then you watch his eyes catch the hatbox with curiosity.

“what’s that?”

clutching the box to your chest you speak.

“nothing just an old hatbox of mom’s that I keep recipes in. I’ve been working on a new strawberry shortcake one.”

you lie easily knowing that since that’s Pony’s favourite dessert it’ll distract him. he grins widely at you and you are reminded how young he is like a stab in the gut.

“promise?”

he says holding his pinky finger out.

“promise baby, I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

standing up you say to him as you press a kiss to his forehead and place the box away in the top shelve of your wardrobe. he’s still at an age where he pretends that stuff grosses him out so he scowls childishly as he leaves the room. you slip into your white cotton nightgown and finally let sleep overtake you. you’ll deal with it all in the morning and yet in that weird stage between sleeping and awake, you swear you hear the door open once more…

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

@socgf @heart-shqped-box @jujuheartz13 @r0seb100d @cranberrv @anifever @notagreasernotasoc @honeysmoonn for now i’m just tagging all the people who expressed an interest but if you don’t wanna be tagged or wanna be added let me know <3

[elsecrytt]

Kinktober - Day 1

Nipple Clamps | Cum Play | Virginity

Pairing: Satoru Gojo/Reader

“You can’t possibly be – ” You pause for a moment to actually think about it. “No… no, I see it.”

Gojo is unbelievably annoying even to his own friends. It wouldn’t be surprising that if he really, truly, couldn’t get anyone to hang around long enough for him to stick his dick in them and get off.

To be fair, that second part would probably only take a moment.

“I said don’t make fun of me for it,” Gojo whines, like a whiner, “I thought this was a safe space for me to open up about something personal, and you’re throwing it in my face.”

He’s great at using words to craft a compelling argument that he doesn’t remotely believe in. “Really? It’s just sex, it’s not a big deal that you haven’t done it yet.”

“If it’s not that important, why were you so surprised?” His lips twist into an unfortunately cute pout. “It’s uncool, isn’t it? You don’t think I’m cool anymore.”

“I didn’t think you were cool to begin with.”

“Wrong!” He lets those stupid ugly sunglasses slide down his awful, handsome visage, “You think I’m way cool! I’m literally the strongest sorcerer of this generation. Maybe all generations.”

It’s worthy of an eye roll. You’d thought he’d grown out of his dumb power trip phase, like how Geto went through the cult thing for a bit back in high school. Then again, Geto got therapy.

“And you still couldn’t get anyone to sleep with you.” You meet his eyes as he stares at you over his glasses. “Or… are you saving it for someone special?”

That has his cheeks flushing. “Hmph. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve had some willing parties before. Or is your personality that repulsive?” You would never tell him, but with a face like his, there had to be someone who’d put up with his shitty attitude.

“Heh,” His deflated ego seems to puff up a bit, “I have had offers, come to think of it. Loads of them, actually.”

“Well, I’m glad they all got out all right.” You stretch, holding your arms high above your head, in a way that definitely doesn’t make your boobs more prominent, “So what, none of them were hot enough for you? Or was Mei Mei too expensive?”

Gojo snorts, “Mei Mei would’ve milked me for a baby. Way worse than just paying.”

“Oh, you’re right.” She totally would have. But it doesn’t escape you that he didn’t answer your other question. Still hasn’t, actually. “You still haven’t told me why you’re still a virgin.”

You give him a shit-eating grin. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to perform?”

His lips press together in a tight line, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, actually.” He’s too cute like this, deflecting left and right like he doesn’t have infinity on already. Like he’s afraid he’s gonna get hit. “If you’re not answering, I’ll have to assume that’s the reason. You’re just shy… how cute.”

It’s very cute, actually. Satoru Gojo, pure as undriven snow. A proud and haughty beauty just waiting to be plundered.

“If I was shy, I wouldn’t have told you I was a virgin,” Gojo huffs.

He still doesn’t want to answer… “So how virgin are you, then? Ever gotten a blow job?” You step closer to him, “Maybe a handy?” Closer, still, “A kiss?”

Look at him and his pretty pink cheeks. His face is so youthful underneath the glasses. If he weren’t so tall you really would think he was a teenager.

Gojo licks his lips, seemingly nervously. Shifts, like he’s unsteady on his feet. But he’s a sorcerer, one of the most powerful ones ever. He can literally teleport. He can put infinity between him and anything that he doesn’t want to touch him.

So when you lean in to steal his lips, it’s because he lets you –

Wants you to.

(You smile into the kiss. His lips are soft and sweet like strawberry lip gloss.)

You’re pretty sure now that he really is a virgin, even if he’s been trying to seduce you.

At least, that’s what he looks like. A proper virgin just about to be ravished – spread out on your bed, naked and blushing, pretty cock bobbing against his sculpted abs. Crystal blue eyes staring up at you from pure white lashes. His unfalteringly beautiful face full of pleading and pouting in equal measure.

From the way he moans – a quaking sound, like his lungs don’t know how to release this breath – when you wrap your hands around the length of him. It’s all pink and dusky purples, even more flushed than his lovely cheeks, hard and twitching in your hand.

You’d never seen a dick that you’d call good-looking before. God really did have favorites, huh?

“Come onnnn,” He whines, even as he throws his head back and bucks into your grip, “Stop fooling around already.”

Heh. “How like a virgin. You really want to skip all the good stuff and go straight to the climax? Honestly, I’m not sure you’ll last once it’s in.”

Gojo sniffs, and the gesture is unreasonably cute for an adult man with muscles on his abdomen that ripple when you squeeze him, “So what if I don’t? You think I’d have problems getting it back up with you on top of me?”

Oh. Oh, hell. What a line from a virgin… You feel your face heating up.

Even worse, you can feel him noticing. That awful, terrible, dimpled smile lifted high at one end as his eyes glitter at you. “Come ooooon, just – hngh, just a little more~ I promise you can play with it again right away~”

God, he must be watching the good porn, to be saying shit like this.

“You’re so easy,” You bite back, swallowing as you pump your hand along his length. Running your thumb over his weeping tip. Gojo groans as you trace it, quivering underneath you.

It’s so bright and rounded, smooth to the touch. It looks… juicy.

“Nah,” Gojo pants out, lashes fluttering, “I’m hard. Super hard. All your fault, actually.”

He’s shuddering, you know he must be close, but he’s talking this big a game. You don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s a natural at being a nuisance.

“You sound like you’re right at home,” You accuse, leaning in closer to his face as you pump him faster, closer, a little more, just like he asked, “Jerk off much?”

A strangled, wounded noise makes its way out of his throat. “Just to you, babe, please, please, fuck, I’m close – ”

It doesn’t take more than a longer, harsher pump with you squeezing at the end for him to spurt out into your hand. You get the pleasure of watching him come undone – eyes flickering, rolling upwards, pretty mouth dropping wide open, Gojo would be a proper whore if he weren’t a complete virgin.

You can’t stop yourself from diving in, littering kisses over his frustratingly beautiful face, down his throat, his heaving chest. Carefully pulling away as he starts to whimper in overstimulation.

“So… you jerk off to me, huh?”

A half-indignant, half-whining groan is your well-earned victory.

“Come on now, Gojo, you can’t be embarrassed now. We’ve got so much left to do…” Your eyelids lower as you smirk at him, licking your lips. Staring at his reddened face with unabashed delight.

The way he shivers at your grin – cock twitching, rising already. God really had favorites.

“You did promise I could play with it again right away~”

[aayakashii]

Okay this is just a short 800 words fic based on the headcanons @ghoulspaw and I have talked about because the ideas were too good to leave alone 😭😭😭 I didn't know how to end it so it just ends abruptly like that sorry ✌️😗✌️

Leo was about to either set fire to Sho's food truck or just bash his head in the counter, like, immediately.

“Ew, Sho. I didn't know you could be so uncool. This is so embarrassing.” Leo said, and if his eyes could shoot out lasers and daggers, they would probably have completely pierced his pathetic friend.

“Huh?” Sho gasped, voice shaking and a whole octave higher. His face turned towards Leo, but his eyes were dead set on the person sitting on the other side of the counter, happily eating one of his signature burgers – the Honor Student.

Leo clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. If Sho was supposed to act stupid once he had a crush, he hoped at least it wouldn't be on that NPC.

He had never actually seen Sho having feelings for anyone, so this was his first time witnessing how he acted – and now Leo was rethinking his entire friendship.

“This tastes so good Sho, oh my god. I was right when I said you should charge for this because it's out of this world!” The Honor Student mumbled, cheeks stuffed with food and Leo grimaced. Is Sho really into that THING?

Sho fidgeted with the hem of his apron and fixed his bandana, unable to stay still after their compliment like a happy puppy. Disgraceful.

“Haha, yeah…” he cleared his throat “Maybe I should raise the prices a little, huh?” he teased, trying so damn hard to act nonchalant that it almost made Leo implode in second hand embarrassment.

“Well, even that wouldn't stop me from buying your food, that's how much I like it!” They said, happily chewing the last bite of their hamburguer.

Sho began to laugh, but his voice cracked and he cleared his throat again.

“You- you don't need to pay, haha…” he picked on the loose strands of his bandana.

“No no I insist! You deserve it.” They said placing the money for the food and sliding it towards Sho, who flinched when his own hand brushed against their fingers.

Leo rolled his eyes, feeling absolutely nauseated while watching them talk and giggle like middle school girls with a crush on each other.

He should have known something was very very wrong when he saw Sho carrying his helmet around and on top of it was, of all things, a freaking miniature rubber duck. He should have seen the signs. 

When he asked Sho about the toy, he had just avoided explaining himself and Leo decided to let it go – he didn't care enough about it to keep pushing. But now it all made sense! The NPC had OBVIOUSLY given it to him and he just. put it there.

Oh, no, he's a lost cause. Leo should just put him out of his misery.

After the Honor Student left, he pinched Sho's arms, hard.

“Ow! What was that for?!” Sho yelped, rubbing the now reddened skin.

“You better act on your stupid crush immediately or I will tell the NPC all about it.”

Sho's eyes widened and he scoffed.

“Crush? There's no crush. What are you talking about? Pffft.” Sho turned his back to Leo, suddenly very busy with the dirty dishes.

“PLEASE. I almost puked while I watched you two flirt.”

“Flirt? You think they were flirting with me?” Sho glanced at Leo, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“I will kill you.” Leo said, through gritted teeth.

Sho sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You have no business with this, Leo. Back off and leave me alone.”

Leo raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I have business.”

“What would that be?”

“A bet.”

Sho rolled his eyes. “Never. Not betting anything with them at stake.”

Leo pretended he was throwing up, making a loud vomit sound.

“Not you thinking you're prince charming now! Trying to defend their honor or something?”

Sho was silent while he scrubbed a plate. Leo hopped onto the counter, and pulled out his phone, tapping away mindlessly.

“It's easy, you tell them about your crush and you get me to do any favor you want for a whole week. You don't tell them and I'll spill the beans and you give me all your week's profit from the truck.”

Sho quickly turned to face Leo and huffed out a sarcastic laugh.

“What kind of bet is this?! This sounds more like a hostage situation!”

“Hey, don't forget I have contacts. I can get you any stuff you want. Even some fancy expensive wine to drink during a date with your NPC, alllll for free. And more. Who knows what kind of freaky shit they're into.” He shrugged, smiling devilishly.

Sho crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Leo. The cogs moving inside his mind were almost visible while he nibbled on his own lip, trying to weigh his options. Finally, he sighed and rubbed his hands on his face.

“Do I have a deadline?”

Leo smirked. That was so easy.

[foggieststars]

24 + lestappen💗

24. breathplay from the kink prompt asks <3 fair warning this got. long and weirdly emotional

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The thing about Charles is, Max is never totally sure where he stands. They fuck, sure. Regularly, even. But Max is never sure whether he’s just one of ten people Charles has on rotation, and Max is the one he comes to when he wants particularly fucked-up shit done to him. 

Because that’s the thing about Max. When it comes to Charles, he can never say no. 

Charles is naked from the waist down, still in the mesh crop top he’d worn to the club, wriggling in Max’s lap when he asks. 

Max blinks, and then asks him to repeat himself. When Charles does, it’s accompanied by a devilish smile and a roll of his hips. 

“I said, I want you to choke me.” 

Max wonders for a moment what Charles’ thesis advisor would make of him like this. If Professor Vettel knows that his prized protege, the one who spends hours diligently prepping for his classes, wrapped up in woollen jumpers and baggy jeans, spends his weekends torturing other PhD students for fun. 

“I - Charles,” Max says, gasping when Charles clenches around his cock. “I don’t - shouldn’t we –” talk about this, he wants to say - doesn’t dare say. Charles never wants to talk, not about anything. Not about why he chose to study architecture. Not about why he hasn’t mentioned Pierre’s name once in the last three months. Not about why he disappears for weeks at a time, only to show up to Max’s apartment at 2 in the morning just to fall asleep in his bed and disappear before Max wakes up. 

Charles just grins at him, their faces close together. Max likes fucking him like this, Charles in his lap, every feeling written across his face. The dimples in his cheeks stand out, and his hair’s mussed. It makes him look soft and vulnerable. Everything Charles isn’t.

Against his will, Max’s eyes are drawn to Charles’ throat. As if noticing the attention, Charles angles his head to show off the column of his neck, preening. Max watches his pulse jump in the base of his throat and wonders. Wonders what it would be like to wrap his hands around it, feel the flex and twitch of muscles, working desperately to pull air into his lungs. 

Charles rolls his hips again. “Max,” he says - whines, really. Max can feel his heartbeat in his temples. 

“You are so fucked up,” Max groans, and when Charles opens his mouth to protest, Max grasps him by the hips and rolls them over, so Charles is lying on his back. He laughs when they come to a stop, splayed out against Max’s bedsheets. 

“I know,” Charles says, wrapping his legs around Max’s waist. He digs in with his heels, right at the base of Max’s spine, like he’s spurring on a horse. 

Charles tilts his head back again, and Max brings a hand to his collarbone. He brushes over the delicate pulse point with his thumb, thinking, testing. 

Max knows it’s considered uncool to like vanilla sex. In the circles he and Charles occupy, it’s practically a competition to see who can do the most fucked up things to each other in bed. Max keeps quiet whenever the conversation drifts in that direction, usually encouraged by Lando. He’s not ashamed of liking what he likes. He doesn’t think it’s a bad thing to not want to hurt another person. 

But Charles - it’s like he exists solely to push Max’s buttons. 

Max fucks forward into the heat of Charles’ hole, one hand on the bed for purchase, one hand resting around Charles’ throat. Charles gasps, leans into it, fucks back onto Max’s cock. It’s rare to see him so desperate for anything. He must want this - badly. 

Max doesn’t like hurting people. But Max likes making Charles happy more. Anything to extend their time together, one more secret tryst, one more kiss on the dancefloor of a grimy club with all their friends jeering in the background. If this is what Charles wants… 

Max tightens his grasp around Charles’ beautiful throat, slim and white and delicate. It’s terrifying, the power this gives him. He could hurt Charles. He could kill him. Max can hardly think of anything else as he squeezes gently, feeling the flex of muscle under his hands. Would Charles even move to stop him, if he thought Max was taking it too far? 

Max keeps fucking into him, tightens his grip again. Charles’ throat is working desperately beneath his hand, trying to breathe. There’s a quiet, choked-off noise as his mouth falls open, and Max pulls his hand away. He gives Charles a moment to breathe, and then cuts off his air again. It’s fucked up, how hard it’s getting him. How much Charles clearly loves it, clenching around his cock with desperation. His cock is hard and flushed, dripping pre-come against his stomach.  

Max angles his hips, searching for Charles’ sweet spot. He knows he’s got it when Charles’ mouth drops open in a silent scream. When he pulls back, lets Charles breathe again, he coughs and splutters around a moan, tears leaking down the sides of his face. His eyes are so green. 

“Had enough?” Max asks, sweat dripping down his forehead. His muscles are aching from the combined effort of fucking Charles and trying not to choke the actual life out of him. His head feels heavy, and Max wonders if it’s to do with the exertion, or the realisations that he’s having. That he likes doing this to Charles. That Charles likes this being done to him. 

Charles fixes him with a stare so cold it’s almost regal in its intensity. “Again,” he orders, and Max does as he’s told. This time he’s less harsh, lets Charles breathe just a little. His breathing intensifies, coming in stuttered gasps. Charles starts bucking underneath him, like he’s trying to run away from the feeling. 

“Max,” Charles croaks, with what little air he has left, and that’s all the warning Max gets before Charles is coming, shaking around his cock, breathing ragged and heavy when Max takes his hand away. 

It’s incredible, the feeling of power, of responsibility. He can’t stop feeling the bones of Charles’ throat underneath his hands, so delicate and fragile. That Charles had asked him to - had trusted him to… 

Max comes with a quiet yell, rutting into Charles like an animal, groaning at the feeling of his own come leaking out of Charles’ hole. It’s disgusting and messy and exactly how Charles always wants it. 

When Max pulls out, he flops down beside Charles with a heavy sigh. His muscles are sore and aching. He wonders if Charles will stay long enough for Max to run them a bath. Probably not. 

Max looks over at Charles. He’s staring at the ceiling of Max’s room, running his hand back and forth across the red mark Max’s hand had left on his throat. 

When he notices Max’s attention on him, he rolls his head to the side and smiles. “Thanks for that,” he says. As if Max had lent him a pen, rather than held him down by the throat during sex. 

“No problem,” Max scoffs, but feels like he’s the one struggling to breathe. Charles has always had this effect on him. Max watches him and wonders if he’ll ever be able to stop. Or if he’s doomed to continue forever orbiting around Charles, like the earth around the sun. 

Charles sits up and stretches his arms out above his head, strips off his top. And then he wriggles beneath Max’s duvet, reaching out his hand for Max to hold. 

He’s beautiful like this, burning brightly and larger than life. Always on the run, never looking back at the people he leaves behind. 

Max thought he could keep up with him, once. Thought they could escape together, from whatever it is Charles is running from. 

Max isn’t sure of much of anything anymore.

[vegaspam]

until next time / part one / jake's letter

this is not a full fic! this is the text-post version of the letter photos from my fic over on my main blog @vivalas-vega that you can read here

Dear Raven,

My name is Jake Seresin, but you probably know me best as Hangman, and while introductions are important I’m sure you couldn’t care less about who I am and just want to know why I’m writing you a letter. I don’t blame you, I don’t really know why I am either but I felt compelled to after a mishap with the mail out here. Your last letter to Rooster ended up on my pillow, and in my haste to open it I assumed it was just from my mom. I wish I could tell you I didn’t read it after I realized my mistake, but unfortunately that is not what happened. I read the entire thing.

I found it to be very compelling, and it really made me laugh at times which is why it was so hard to put down, not that flattery is going to correct this massive invasion of your privacy. I wanted to write you to apologize, I’m trying to be less of a dick and this seemed like something someone would do if they weren’t a dick. How am I doing so far? Anyways, I’m very sorry for reading something you only intended to be seen by one person. Super uncool of me.

Now that that’s out of the way, I have some thoughts on what I read. This Matthew guy sounds like a real tool and I’m never inclined to agree with Rooster, something you probably already know if he’s ever mentioned me, but unfortunately, I have to agree with him. Hotshot doctors are always douchebags and definitely a waste of your time. However, just because he was right doesn't mean you were wrong. I hope he doesn’t give you too much grief about not listening to him because the only person in the wrong here is Matthew. The whole thing sounds like something right out of a bad sitcom and I’m sorry you had to go through that.

This will probably mean a lot more to you coming from Rooster but I feel I need to say it anyway: you deserve better than someone like him and I am proud you held your tongue. I don’t think I could do the same in your position. Throwing your wine in his face would have been nice though, doctors are always so particular about their fancy expensive shirts, I think the wine would have complimented it nicely. Is dating in New York really that bad? Your comment about rom coms made me realize I did kind of envision it as the perfect place to fall in love. Commercial romance propaganda worked on me, I guess. But when I really think about it, all those people on one island all chasing big dreams seems like the perfect storm for some hearts to get broken. I’m sorry yours had to be one of them. Maybe you could tell me more about New York if you’re not too pissed about the whole invasion of privacy thing, I never got the draw but there must be one if so many people live there.

I didn’t realize you’d known Bradley long enough to know his mom – I didn’t really realize how close the two of you were at all. He’s very protective about the people he loves, which I’m sure you know, so it makes sense he hasn’t mentioned you much to me. I have a bit of a reputation on base that I’m hoping you don’t already know about otherwise this whole letter thing is going to seem a whole lot worse. Really all he’s ever told me is that you’re good friends and that you don’t live close. I know now from unintentionally snooping that you’re a writer who lives in New York and likes Star Wars. Side note, if you ever meet the rest of the squad, don’t mention that to Fanboy unless you want to be stuck in a conversation about it for hours.

I’m really bad at this whole letter thing and I feel bad I don’t have cool paper like you guys. Like I said I thought yours was from my mom when I saw it on my pillow. She sends me one or two every deployment and I always respond with the bare minimum – I can’t tell her much about what I do, legally as well as just in general. She worries and the one time I let something slip she cried for much longer than I’d like to admit. I wouldn’t mind getting one from you that was actually meant for me, though. I wasn’t just trying to flatter you, it was really compelling to read and things can get pretty bleak out here.

If I found out someone had read a letter about my breakup meant only for my best friend I’d be pretty embarrassed, which you don’t need to be, but in the interest of fairness I’m going to share an embarrassing story with you. When I was in high school I was pansted by the captain of the soccer team in the dead of winter… I’m from Texas so people don’t assume it gets very cold there, and they’d be right, but that particular year we had an unseasonably cold winter. Whatever you’re thinking happened, aka the worst thing a growing boy can go through, I promise happened. I’ve never shared that story with anyone, for obvious reasons, and it still follows me to this day every time I go home.

I hope that makes us even, and again I’m really sorry for reading your letter. I hope the anniversary party went well and that any drama didn’t include you (but I do really hope there was drama, I love hearing about scandals involving people I’ve never met). If you ignore this letter and tell Rooster what a jackass I am I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest, but if you want to respond I definitely wouldn’t mind that either.

Until (hopefully) next time, Jake Seresin

P.S, keep ignoring his calls and I hope you got your Manolo’s back. Those things are ridiculously expensive.

[rebelrayne]

Hi there 🩷

What are we thinking about the likely reveal that Hamish and Melissa have shagged? Personally I’m pretty sure it has to be them. Because why else would he have been so pressed about her leaving? And the weird things he said?

Ngl I’m a bit nervous about this. I won’t give a fuck and snap him up as soon as I can anyway but still… I wanna hear your theory 👀

Hi Rae!!!

Settle in, babe. Just call me Marisol because I'm about to psychoanalyze this manchild that I am so fucking desperate for. I've got all the opinions under the cut lmfao and it's A LOT of opinions (and a really long headcanon)

Let me know what grade I get on my thesis paper

First let's go back to the scene of the crime: Season 6. Hamish tells us that he has dated someone seriously and it was a girl he'd met back in University. I suppose he does not specify that they were in college at the time that they dated, rather that was where they met. We'll still assume it couldn't have been long after that.

Why is that important? Well, Hamish admits that he's cheated in two different places: in Season 6 during the Judge and Jury challenge, and then once in Season 9 where he says to Finn: "Haven't we all?"

But this is actually contradicting the one of the two times this man has ever seemed human in a group setting: at breakfast when he admits that his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend. He was upset, and he looked it. Sure, this could have been Ivy but most likely, it wasn't. It was the first girl and she ripped him apart. I think we all know that Ivy probably got fed up with him because he's kind of fragile and needs someone really patient, and Ivy needs someone very self-assured.

No, this other girl ruined him. Ripped his heart from his chest and stomped on it. The man accidentally admitted he was a virgin until almost 25! So either, this girl was using him to get to said best friend that she cheated on him with, or he did get sex from her out but only because she was tricking him. Not to mention, either way, he got his V card swiped out of pity, I'm sure.

What's this all mean? It means that Hamish is putting up a front. He's trying to make it seem like he's this big party dude, with tons of friends and game. He's rejecting girls left and right, they all want him and so yeah, of course he's cheating-everyone wants a piece of him, right?

Wrong. No one wants him. He's literally the wacky sidekick of the main male character in every romance movie. He's fucking Alan in the Hangover. This man has never cheated on anyone because he's the most insecure man he knows and has ever met. He's trying to make himself seem like he's something he isn't, trying to make others believe that he's just such a player and he doesn't catch feelings-he's too cool for that kind of thing.

Well, until he isn't. The issue with Hamish now is that he wants to keep this façade going. It worked for him in Season 6, didn't it? That's why he was invited back in the first place. He clings to the first girl he couples with, but the thing is, he's messy. He's never had this many girls actually show interest in him. Hell, the only date he had outside of Ivy since the S6 season stood him up.

This man is literally trying to be like his best friend. That guy gets all the girls, doesn't he? He has them chasing after him, pining for him and he's confident as hell about it. Hamish isn't being his true authentic self. He's pretending to be like his best friend, who stole his girlfriend, so that other people think he's cooler than he actually is.

Because let's be honest: Hamish is soooo uncool. Funny, sure, but cool? No.

So to answer the question you have: Did he have sex with Melissa?

No. My very first instinct was that Hamish didn't take a chance. He's been starting to have feelings and he's been too scared to let himself open up because look what happened last time he did? He's stuck because women don't normally pay him any attention but here he's got Natasha, Kat, Melissa and MC all chatting to him. He kind of likes Melissa and MC, too. He has a connection, but he's too scared to just say that.

Melissa leaving-that was a wakeup call because what if MC is next? What if he does what he's always done since his girlfriend fucked his best friend and he doesn't put himself out there? Will he be sad and lonely for the rest of his life?

The answer was yes, so that's why he opened up on the date. "I have a crush on you." because he does. It's going to take more to make him be okay with being vulnerable, he needs someone to be patient with him. He's had this front up for so long that he doesn't know how to take it down.

Not to mention that because Hamish never gets any girls, he's screaming it to everyone when he does. He hasn't been very shy about his affections in challenges, either. Remember Grace? He started to slip up that they'd hooked up. He can't keep a secret at all. Why would he keep it a secret if they had sex? MC would have been the first to know. Hamish might know every bit of tea in that Villa, but he is always talking to MC about it when he has any to spill because he does like her, and he does want to connect with her.

Plus look at his friends!!! He said he was only 15 minutes away from them and kept making wrong turns, yet he wasn't found in that dune for three hours? They weren't looking for him. This guy is essentially Tom 2.0 but in the way that he actually doesn't have friends that like him that much. He's trying to be something he isn't and that's kind of sad to me. I think we're going to continue to see more and more layers. He's way more complex than we thought he was.

TLDR: Hamish is a liar. He's uncool and never cheated but thinks he sounds cooler to everyone if he says he did because he has soooo many girls that want him. Melissa didn't fuck Hamish, he wouldn't be able to keep it quiet if he had.

[ssasides205]

How do you think the cupid scene would've gone if Leo had been there?

in an ideal world, dear anon, the cupid scene would not exist at all.

instead, when looking for Diocleptian's Scepter, in Diocleptian's Palace, Jason and Nico run,,, into Diocleptian. I mean, the doors of death are fucked, yeah? and we already had the thing with Midas; this would've not been all that weird.

the encounter then would be more about Jason and Nico having to work together despite their jarringly oposing views, against Jason's favorite Emperor and probably an undead army. Fun stuff.

However, let's take it to this world you've proposed, which, I'm guessing due to what this blog is abt replaces Jason with Leo.

Firstly, since Jason does not actually get to the Palace, would he still contact Reyna? would they meet with her later than they do in canon? would she contact him instead, when she herself reaches that place?

Or is it a case of Zephyros giving them the info abt the scepter earlier, and they never go to Split at all? Unclear.

while I love valdangelo as much as any of us, Leo is even more of a stranger to Nico than Jason is in cannon. However, Leo has his own issues with Eros so what I think would happen, is that the god, affected by the double personality thing, wouldn't be able to settle on just one of them.

he'd be constantly having to change the script, and this is something that Leo and Nico could exploit.

this would also be entirely about the two finding a way to work together, but unlike the fix I mentioned previously, Leo and Nico are incredibly similar. So once they both reached the conclusion that they have to work together, they would do so far more easily.

actually, they'd make one hell of a team up and I'm getting mad that they never get to fight side by side properly. Fire and death sounds like the most obvious combo ever, come on!

anyways, no confessions happen, bc gods above is that scene fucked up. like, my man, there are much better ways for you to canonize a gay character.

I, for one, would've much rather have Nico choose to come out. for example, in this au I just made up:

Leo and Nico defeat Eros together, both taking a moment to breathe before they make the trip back to the ship, Nico with the staff still in his hands. And Leo, bc it would be Leo, breaks the silence by just starting to complain abt Eros, and his whole "confess your love issues" spiel, and Nico gets sort of annoyed and says something that gives a lot away, but only if you're also queer

like: "at least you could've said something normal", but like, worded more subtly

and Leo's all like, "no way, that guy totally wanted me to talk abt the Jay issue, which is totally uncool", bc Leo would come out like that to someone, that's who he is

I'm unsure if Nico would figure it out right then and there, or if it would take him until way later. probably the second though, the internalized homophobia is strong in that one.

once he does figure out, he would like confront Leo abt it, and it would become a whole thing I think. obvs if I were to write it I'd give that conversation a good resolution, but even a bad one would be progress vis-a-vis them coming to terms with their sexualities.

it could've given them reason to interact more, whether positively or not, though I honestly believe they would eventually work it out in the second case. and that eventual camaraderie could have then worked to get Nico closer to the others, probably starting with Jason, considering he was already trying to be his friend before the whole scepter thing.

we could've had Nico finally letting himself process the Percy issue, and Leo processing the Jason and Piper issue, while also both helping each other feel a lot less weird, and alone.

but that's just my opinion.

[sirianasims]

I listened to Myra’s slow breathing. Her mom had taken us out to dinner at a fancy vegan restaurant to celebrate Myra’s birthday and then we’d watched a movie. It was tradition. It had been a nice day until we were in bed and Myra started another tirade against the popular kids in school.

I didn’t know what to say. She still didn’t know about the party last weekend, and I didn’t want to argue with her but I couldn’t quite bring myself to agree with her anymore. She ended up giving me the silent treatment until she fell asleep.

I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. It was dark, but Myra and I had been best friends since kindergarten when her parents moved to Copperdale so her dad could work with my dad. I knew their house like it was my own.

I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. Was it really so bad to want more friends? To be a part of a group? Maybe I really was just a superficial person who wanted everyone to like me. I definitely wanted Oscar to like me. We hadn’t kissed since the party but we were messaging on Social Bunny every day, and yesterday we’d locked eyes across the hallway and I had to look away before Myra noticed.

The lights were still on downstairs. Myra’s mom never went to bed before her dad came home from the hospital. My own mom did the same.

I quietly walked down the stairs and Daria looked up from her laptop.

“Can’t sleep? Is Myra snoring again?”

“No, I’m just thinking a lot.”

“Want to talk about it?”

I told her about the Spooky Day party. Somehow it had always been much easier to talk to Myra’s parents than to my own.

I did leave out the part about Oscar though.

“So since then I’ve been posting a few pictures of other costumes I’ve made. And now some people are asking for tips and I thought it would be fun to maybe make a channel and stream the process or something. Or make tutorials and post them online.”

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ve always been impressed with the stuff you come up with.”

“But what if Myra sees it as me just trying to be popular?”

“And what exactly is wrong with being popular? She should be supporting you in whatever makes you happy. Myra has a lot of strong opinions, Griffin stubbornly insists she gets it from me. But don’t let her hold you back.”

“Myra says having people like you online is dumb because they’re not real friends anyway.”

“Sometimes I think my darling daughter forgets what I do.”

Daria gestured towards her computer.

“My podcast has a couple hundred thousand listeners. Are they all my friends? No. But some of them have actually become friends, because sharing what you love with a community that likes the same thing is a great way to meet people. You can even teach others and inspire them to share their own passions. I think you would do great, and I know you’re talented. But don’t take it from me, take if from those girls at school, because I’m probably too old and hopelessly uncool to listen to.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Daria was the coolest person I knew, second only to my grandpa Conrad. They didn’t care what people thought about them, but unlike Myra, they also didn’t spend hours talking about how little they supposedly cared.

Daria was telling me all about her podcasting gear when Myra’s father, Griffin, came home.

“Evening, my love. Oh, hey Julia, you’re up late.”

“Hey Griffin. You’re right, I should probably go to bed.”

“Alright, let us know if Myra’s snoring gets too bad, we still have spare earplugs.”

He winked at me.

“And remember, we love to see what you do, Julia. So you’re guaranteed at least two followers who are also real friends.”

She stood, but then leaned down and kissed my forehead, just like she used to do when Myra and I were little.

“Goodnight, kiddo. Don’t let anyone tell you how to live your life, OK? Not even my dear daughter. Always be yourself. And if you want more tips on getting a proper recording setup, just ask me.”

beginning / previous / next

[twopoppies]

Oh thank you, this is thrilling I've never had a nickname from you haha. Today I was entirely too online and I messaged before and said that I argued with someone about how much I do not want to date Harry and then those girls being mean about Larry fic and just like come on everyone. The reason I said I'm scared wasn't just to say I'm scared, I meant to followup with "I'm scared so I'm taking the joy I have and holding it close and it's making me feel safe and better in these frightening times." Fic is part of that for me and it's not right that these girls were dismissive and judgmental about something like that. If the world is going to hell can we all have our little comforts on the way and not be nasty about them to other people?

And like, I am so much happier and cooler now than I was when I was a bus girl. I'm legitimately funny and I make people laugh every single day and it isn't by punching down anymore. It's something those girls will have to learn, it's hard at first. I give a shit about the people in my life. One of the reasons I said I'd never want to date Harry to that other blog was because I'd never give up the joy and relationships I have to follow any man around on tour. It's not even just Larry (it is Larry). Sooooo many people had something to say about that, that maybe I didn't think I'd like Harry enough or treat him right (the way they could) or value the world experience. Or I wasn't brave enough. My favorite was the people who talked about how Harry would give his girlfriend (me or them) money so they weren't stuck in the hotel (what?). It was suggested that I could have my life and friends in between tours. I'm not kidding. Fuck and no if you drop your life and don't nurture your relationships whenever you have a romance they might be gone when you need them.

So today I've just been kind of spinning and having this reckoning ever since October 16th and Election Day really reevaluating what matters to me and what doesn't. Today it was through the lens of Harry and fandom and fantasizing or not about being his girlfriend. I'm sorry Harry, it's not you it's me. I'll never be your girlfriend. Tbh it's kind of making me laugh now because why did it matter if I wanted to date him or not? And why did those girls have to say nasty shit like that over something I really think they cannot understand until they experience personal growth. To make someone feel bad about their work or their reading materials? What are your hobbies, girlies? I know I can find a way to make you embarrassed about them if you tell me. I know that because I'm you, but better and wiser now and much much smarter than I was when I was 20 and mean. I grew. Will you? Truly, I hope you do. It is so much more fun this way. It is so fun to let the silliness of fanfiction comfort me (though it is of course not all silly). Don't like fic? Don't engage with it, more for me. But use your fucking manners and be polite about it.

Remember that Almost Famous quote about how really being cool is about being uncool or whatever it is? It's true. And I was cool in theory. This is not bragging btw. Embarrassingly I was a hipster. I was a snob, I was judgy and I was a smartass. The guy I dated was gorgeous and rode a fixie and we talked about beer and bikes and the elephant six (remember them?) and people were jealous. I had tons of friends and a social life and on paper it still looks pretty good. But I wasn't authentic and that's what's actually cool. Last month I went out to brunch with my sisters and their kids and let them put Halloween stickers on my face and scream sing "hop like a bunny" outside the restaurant and I was fully present in that moment all weekend. That to me is cool. It's not the only thing that's cool but it IS authentically cool.

TL:DR: Don't be mean, I promise I can still make you feel awful about yourself but I won't because there's nothing less cool than being this bus girl person. Know what you are worth, who matters to you and treat them well and be careful with their hearts and their trust. Don't belittle things you don't understand. Don't waste time trying to guess your way into becoming Harry Styles' next girlfriend (he's taken, ladies). And do date the hot guy at school but know that he will cheat on you. He'll be amazing in bed though. You'll get over him.

Sorry for being so weird! Love you forever, Gina Gina.

This was a wild ride. I want to live inside your brain for a few minutes. 😂 I so fully agree with all of this. Being authentic is being cool. Fully embracing your unique weirdness and being yourself is cool.

Oscar Wilde once wrote, “It is tragic how few people ever ‘possess their souls’ before they die.” As the world feels like it’s falling apart around us, what is the point of wasting time trying to “look cool” by being something you’re not? Be yourself. Get to know yourself on a soul level (my phone changed that to “soup level”…maybe that’s the key 🤣).

And people who belittle things because they don’t personally like something, are just stupid. When my kids were little, their favorite saying was, “don’t yuck my yum” and I think those are good words to live by.

Anyway, bus girls can suck it. The older I get, the less I care about “fitting in” or other people seeing me as “cool” and I realize how much happier I am.

To me, that’s pretty damn cool.

[kojoty]

There's not a lot of things that frustrate me more in community than when people misappropriate tools and patience in other people during periods of growth.

Your biweekly Michael thinks aboht thinks out loud to work through a codification of his thoughts

What I'm thinking of specifically is the very real and necessary need to give space, give grace, be patient, allow for mistakes to occur for an environment where growth is allowed to prosper, and these are all really necessary and important structures of community that is genuinely designed to Foster growth rather than create a punitive cancelable morality-based structure system. What I find really difficult though is the numerous times in my life where the concept of being patient, having grace, leaving room for mistakes... Are weaponized to Discount the harm that person has done. And what I mean by a misappropriation there then is this idea that if you are to be given patience and given space and given patience and the room to grow, then the harm you allegedly did to incite this space and necessitating of grace and empathy can be completely discounted, erased, The Ledger wiped clean immediately. And that's just not true. Giving Grace Etc is a tool meant to express that you can grow from something and that you will not forever be... you know judged for doing something harmful that you know in hindsight was harmful. Or doing something harmful because of your mental illness or your trauma, Etc. will not hang over you forever because in community we work through things. we don't punish people. However in my opinion real growth real community and a real fostering of patience and empathy and Grace necessitates the person who did harm to own up to the fact that they did harm. There is no patience and there is no Grace to be given as a gift if you cannot even admit to the harm you did to the other person. what patience and grace can I give to somebody who won't even admit what I'm giving patience and space for? And in that way, in my experience, the grace and the patience and this codification of real community means one can get away with doing harm without any repercussions whatsoever. It ends up creating a system in which you are now being punished and being accused of doing harm if you interrogate that thought process whatsoever. By acknowledging the harm that was done, you are then not giving Grace, and therefore you are not doing community, and therefore you are the bad guy. See how that's twisted?

and so I get really frustrated at these twists of what is supposed to be trust and Goodwill in communities that is so pointedly turned to still Shield your ego and your trauma brain and to Shield you from any actual development of the self. And I just don't tolerate it, which has gotten me in trouble in the past but because of how traumatic this turn of culpability becomes, I cannot actually hold any legible space for somebody who is going to twist my intentions so thoroughly that I cannot even interrogate your actions as a friend, family, community without being accused of doing the harm in the first place. And I'm being deliberately vague about what harm is in this situation because it can mean any number of things, but I hope it's kind of clear what I'm talking about. I'm talking about hurting your friends. whether it's emotional or physical, doing distrust to your friends, accusing them of things that are just not true,. Even just a dysregulation moment where you are doing something uncool to your friend. The patience and Grace would be... "I know this wasn't your best and will move on from it but you still do need to Showcase a genuine desire to not just move past it but a genuine communication that what you did was wrong." You can't do harm to someone and then sidestep it immediately and never address that you did do harm and you did hurt somebody.

And of course this situation can be misappropriated as well, in a level of penance that is unfair to the perpetrator of the harm. So I want to be clear that I'm not really talking about penance, but if you want the space to be messy, then you need to grow and develop a muscle that allows you to own up to the harm you did. And sometimes the harm you did is going to require interrogation on your end of your own self for the other person to be able to trust your intentions again. This is it tenants in the way that we often think about Penance in a very religious sense, but it is communication and most trust is just an allowance of communication where we assume a certain level of Goodwill on the basis of the relationship as a whole. And so when you do harm to somebody that you are in community with that disrupts the regulation of that assumed goodwill, and if you want to view it as penance to realize that if you do harm you need to regain a common ground of that Goodwill then by all means considerate that, but I hope you could understand that I'm not talking about purposefully inciting a guilt complex in somebody, as an addict those are not tools that I think should be in anybody's toolbox in their journey of healing.

Anyways I'm just rambling like a maniac on my lunch break right now so. There's some rambly speech to text thoughts for you

[rorykeanersactualgf]

request where Benny Weir gets set up on a blind date with the reader who is deaf

A/N: In this, Ethan and Sarah are dating and set Benny and the reader up because it'll make the story make more sense and possibly more interesting xx :)) of course if there are any mistakes, please tell me so i can fix them

CW: slight talk of feeling like the reader isn't worth it (quickly does down the drain bcs c'mon benny is such a simp ong), Sarah being an absolute queen, kisses, Sarah and Ethan basically stalking to make sure the date was going well. That's about it, I hope you enjoy the story xxxx

The Blind Date.

I had known Sarah since we were in elementary school and we both liked similar things, she's a sweet girl and all but she likes to take a lot of things on by herself. She never liked asking for help because, well she never needed it. Always had good grades and was a very patient person, which came in handy for me because I am deaf. I was a lot like Sarah, in the way that I hated asking for help but that was because I didn't want people to think I couldn't do anything by myself, I could but sometimes people needed to be patient, and she always did.

She liked to help me in a lot of ways like learning sign language with me so we could communicate easier, making sure I didn't get told off for 'not listening' to substitute teachers when they didn't know I was deaf, etc. This also meant that she helped me by also helping one of her friends too.

Benny had been complaining to Ethan about not having a girlfriend yet and constantly whining about being lonely while Ethan tried (albeit failing) to give his dearest friend some well needed advice. It had gotten to the point where Ethan had no idea how to help him because anything that he told Benny to do, didn't work.

Ethan had told Sarah about what had happened and asked her for more tips for Benny since she had been in more relationships than he had when something had clicked in her mind. She had the same problem he was having, but with me. I had been constantly complaining to her via sign language across rooms or face-to-face. She knew that my type was the nerdy, awkward guy that loved to ramble on about random things, but it didn't matter, no one really wanted to date me because they thought that even though I wore hearing aids all the time and only occasionally used sign language when talking to my friends, that I wasn't worth the effort.

It didn't bother me too much because it was something I couldn't change but it also bothered me a bit because it was something that I couldn't change, it was a part of me, like how someone could have scars, but in my case, it was my inability to hear.

One day, she had had enough of Ethan constantly complaining about Benny saying he needed a girlfriend, it didn't matter who, and me constantly doing the same. As I got into my parents car to be picked up from school, Sarah was planning for me and one of her and Ethan's male friends called Benny Weir to go on a date together. She had surmised an entire plan for all of our problems to go away, hopefully. This included her and Ethan scheming behind mine and Benny's back.

It also didn't help that she knew exactly what my type in men was because it was the lanky, uncool, nerdy, strange, weird boys that rambled on about comics, games, movies, tv shows etc. for hours on end because I always felt they didn't get enough recognition for who they actually were, unlike the 'cool' jocks that failed every class just to be deemed interesting by his peers. It also helped that Benny would fall in love with any girl, no matter what she looked like or what she had that was different, it only made her more pretty. The only reason why we hadn't met before was because our paths had never crossed much, if at all, and he definitely did not have the same amount of courage and confidence as Rory did.

It was about 8 o'clock on a Friday night when Sarah had so graciously told me that I was going on a date to the park with the boy of my dreams and would not give any specific details other than he was basically just my type and that I needed to be at the park for about 2pm tomorrow afternoon. When I saw this, I thought she was bluffing but she told me she was serious and she even pinky promised that she wasn't joking with me and that I was actually going on a date tomorrow with someone. I decided to play along, and go to the date.

Likewise, Benny was told by Ethan that he was going on a date but was more nervous than he thought he would be, wondering who it would be, if I was going to be nice, how was he supposed to dress, oh god how was he supposed to dress, he's never been on a date before. He decided to agree and call Rory in the morning to help him get dressed for the occasion because Rory has more experience in this right? Right??

After messaging goodnight and doing my usual night time routine, I slipped into bed, looking forward to tomorrow, a warm swell of butterflies filled my chest thinking about what he may be like or look like.

After Benny had done his usual night time routine, he clambered into bed, tossing and turning side to side, nervous of what tomorrow would bring him, still slightly unsure if Ethan would prank him like that, a nervous swarm of butterflies clanked around his body as he tried hard to go to sleep, wondering if I'll at least be nice and like him... at least just a bit.

-----The Next Morning-----

Since I set my alarm so I could have an early morning start and put a bit of effort into my looks, I was able to throw the perfect casual but interesting look together, have a nice breakfast, do my hair so it looked decent at least, do a bit of homework so I wasn't behind, and make sure I was there on time. (you can wear what you want bbys x)

Benny on the other hand was a different story, he woke up with a very confused Rory in his room, looking down at Benny with a pile of 'suitable' clothes for a date cradled in his arms, his bed an absolute mess from being unable to sleep all night, and his phone still going off with alarms that had been going for at least an hour. Panicking, he checked the time and saw he only had an hour and a half to get fully ready, fed to some extent, out the door and at the place of the date.

After a long time of picking out the best clothes of the bunch, he settled on a rainbow cat t-shirt (courtesy of Rory), a pair of jeans, a jacket (courtesy of the floor) and his converse and a bracelet or two that was lying around.

Around 10 minutes before I got to the park, I got a message from Sarah with a number attached, just saying 'Benny's number ;)' on the message, I quickly added it and dialled the number, calling it to know how far he was and where we were meeting in the park, at least I hope he was coming.

Benny got a message from Ethan saying 'Readers number' with it attached, and he stopped where he was in the street and stared at his phone in disbelief for a good minute or two, unsure of what to do. Does he call you? Is he supposed to text her? No, that'd be weird and out of the blue. Do I-

His train of thought stopped when he saw the same number on his phone calling him, now panicking because he wasn't sure on what he was supposed to say but before it rang out, he answered.

"Hello? Are you my date?" Strange start, but not an unprompted question to say the least. "Did Sarah set you up to this too?" I asked the boy on the other side of the phone, genuinely curious.

"Uh yeah, sorry, I don't know your name. I was only told last night that I was doing this." He said, so it wasn't just me that was confused.

"I'm (Name), what's your name?" He didn't recognise the name so that was good, at least he wasn't being embarrassed by someone he already knows.

"Benny, Benny Weir." He said with more confidence.

"Oh, the wizard, right?" As soon as I said this, his heart sank to the floor and any confidence he ever had before, drained from him in a second. When the phone was quiet for a moment too long, I decided to speak again.

"Don't worry, Sarah already told me about you being a wizard a while ago, and I know she's a vampire." I explained, hoping that he knew I was being sincere.

"Where abouts in the park do you want to meet up? I think there's this really cool willow tree nearby a coffee shop if you want to go there?"

"Yeah, that sounds good to me, I'll see you there." I said with a big smile across my face as I hung up the phone.

By the time I had gotten to the park, there was a few families there, a couple with their dog and a few older people sat on benches with bread or bouquets of flowers they had picked. Under the willow tree, there was a boy, sat with fluffy brown hair, a slightly crinkled jacket, a rainbow cat shirt, jeans, and converse... was this Benny?

He was pretty cute so I picked up all the courage and confidence I had and walked over to him. "Hey, are you Benny?" I asked when I got close enough to him.

Benny's head turned towards me in a moments notice, almost looking like it hurt with the pure velocity. A shaky but affirmative answer followed as he took me in for a moment. His expression read nervous so I sat down next to him and started to talk to him, slowly making him more comfortable by asking him what he liked and 'nerding' out with him about his interests.

Turns out, we shared a lot of things in common, and I could already feel myself looking at him in a different light, liking him more than I thought I would because of his charming smile that grew more with pretty much any passing moment, cheeks that go red, his eyes that could hold a thousand secrets if you asked him to. Just everything about him was adorable in one way or another.

He felt the same, slowly (but really not) falling more and more in love with everything about me with every new thing he learned. As I was picking myself up from laughing at a joke he made, he finally saw something that usually turned more people away.

"Oh my god, you have hearing aids?" He questioned, with an unusually happy tone, one that felt almost out of place to me.

"Yeah, I was born almost fully deaf in both ears, I can still hear without it in but it is very muffled, my family taught me sign language when I was younger in case I did ever go fully deaf and Sarah learnt it with me," I rambled on, now nervous as to what he would think of me or if he even cared.

"That's so cool!" He almost shouted, already asking me more questions about it.

After answering most of his questions, we got up to go the little café that had a library attached to it, having a quiet conversation while going through the comic section, quietly browsing with Benny while he talked about some of his favourite plot points and characters in the comics, while comparing it to some of the various tv shows and movies he's watched.

We sat down next to each other in a corner of the café and talked about ourselves and had a really good time. I could already tell I had fallen completely head over heels for him and I hoped he felt the same about me.

He did, he could practically feel the heart eyed, love struck, cartoonish face he was probably pulling while he was listening to me ramble on about some of my favourite characters but he didn't care, he thought I was so cool already and hoped I felt the same.

After it had gone 7pm, we decided to get up and leave the café, having already been there for a few hours, and walk each other home. As we walked, I decided to make a bold move and hold his hand, blaming it on the fact it was cold outside, at this he gave me his jacket that was already warm and smelt like him. It was soft, slightly clammy, probably from nerves and from being warm inside the café and coming outside. It fit my hand perfectly, like two jigsaw pieces being placed together.

As we made it to my house, we exchanged farewells and I went to take off his jacket to give back to him, he grabbed both sides of the jacket and pulled it back onto my shoulders, keeping them there and telling me to keep it. I made a split minute decision and pulled his face to my level while standing up a bit higher to reach him and kissed him. We both froze for a moment and I pulled away to apologise but he held my face close to his. Our eyes locked for just a moment before he pulled me back in for another kiss.

Unbeknownst to us, Sarah and Ethan had been sat in a bush near my house, taking pictures of us, almost celebrating the fact that we will both hopefully stop bugging them both about being single.

Just before we parted ways, we both agreed to go on another date soon I kissed his cheek before going inside my house, letting a slightly too loud excited squeal leave my lips. Benny heard me and realised what had just happened and held his cheek the entire way home, only letting go when he made it back to his house and sat down on his bed and started to watch videos on how to do sign language. We had messaged almost the entirety of the night until we both fell asleep, smiling with our phones in our hands, a message waiting to be sent on both of our chat boxes, 'I love you'.

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INCORRECT QUOTES PROMPTS ( 2/? )

taken from this generator & this generator! triggering themes & nsfw topics may be present!

❝ schrödinger's cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that's both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❞ ❝ if the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you're not allowed to do it. ❞ ❝ dracula had it right. sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations. ❞ ❝ i'm a multitasker: i can disappoint fifteen people at once. ❞ ❝ i'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of. ❞ ❝ as someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on. ❞ ❝ does anyone know how to relax? asking for a friend. ❞ ❝ if looking good was a crime, you'd be a law abiding citizen. ❞ ❝ the next time i open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy. ❞ ❝ well, well, well ... if it isn't my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. ❞ ❝ do you ever think? because i do not. ❞ ❝ i dunno if i'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit. ❞ ❝ my expectations were low but holy fuck. ❞ ❝ why do i always try to tell people we're cool? we are so very uncool. ❞ ❝ the last time i went to an urgent care clinic, i checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies. ❞ ❝ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. ❞ ❝ i am so horny and angry all the time. ❞ ❝ i have been tricked, i have been backstabbed, and i have quite possibly been bamboozled. ❞ ❝ if you see me talking to myself, go away! i'm self-employed and we're having a staff meeting! ❞ ❝ i've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by a spontaneous musical number. ❞ ❝ god has let me live another day and i'm going to make it everyone's problem. ❞ ❝ i just realized that every person is living a life as vivid and complex as my own. i feel so bad for them. ❞ ❝ quitting! it's like trying, but easier. ❞ ❝ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. ❞ ❝ i came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and i'm not afraid to leave the same way. ❞ ❝ we always used to do the wordle rather than take notes in class, and to stop us the teacher would always threaten to tell us the answer if we didn't pay attention. ❞ ❝ the only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. i could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls i have yet to witness, and i wanna be around when that happens. ❞

[shiroandblack]

[TW: abuse, suicide, incest, matricide, pyrophobia, underage sex, Freudian mother-son relationships, mental illness, SA]

PART II OF MY VAMPIRE FICTION PHASE: DIABOLIK LOVERS

I seperated it because this guy *slaps like Apollo slapped Patroclus* deserves their own post. Also, despite the dark romance/felony of it all the soundtrack absolutely slaps especially 'Gin no Bara'.

So basically priest's daughter gets trapped as a blood bank to 6 vampire brothers who are the sons of the vampire king who is fantastically creepy and yet never around except when he's pretending to be the school doctor, but you just know he's fucking shit up. Damn it, Karlheinz.

So these 6 guys, they all have issues. MASSIVE, MAJOR ISSUES. I mean, if you think Madara from Naruto has issues? These guys absolutely win.

Let's start in order of whoever I can remember most.

1. Shū

Ah yes, Shū the eldest brother. I will say that if I had to choose who I'm stuck in an elevator with out of any of these people, I would probably pick Shū. Shū is basically the eldest child and he is the son of Beatrix, Karlheinz's second wife. Did I mention that vampire king daddy had three wives at the same time? No, well it's gonna be pretty relevant later. So Beatrix was the typical high expectation mom, she constantly told Shū that he was the heir and told him to behave appropriately. Think Alicent and Aegon from House of the Dragon, but Beatrix was much more severe with Shū who for all intents and purposes, was just a kid who wanted to play around with other kids, instead of banging servants. Anyways, due to Trauma™ involving his best friend dying in a fire (started by his younger brother, but we'll get to that) he's pretty apathetic towards everything and everyone. But when he does care, he will indeed pull you out of a burning building despite his immense pyrophobia. I don't know how, but out of all of them I'd say Shū is the most well adjusted individual but then again, the bar is in hell. Also, fun fact, this guy once got a part-time job as a cashier which I find absolutely hilarious.

2. Reiji

He shares a mother with Shū, Beatrix. Basically while Beatrix was busy trying to get Shū to do whatever the hell an heir is supposed to do, Reiji was pretty much ignored. However, in the game Beatrix catches Reiji studying and was like "good job" genuinely complimenting him, but then Reiji was like "you're bothering me". So I don't know man. The anime made him more sadistic and psycho in terms of personality which I don't think was really needed cause he's plenty psycho already. He seems to be the most well adjusted, but keyword being seems. So because he was ignored by his mom, he pretty much tried to get Shū's attention but like most older siblings, Shū thought hanging out with his younger brother was uncool and so what does Reiji does? This vampire youngling sets a whole ass human village on fire, coincidentally Edgar is in that village. Reiji thought "great, now that Edgar is out of the way Shū will acknowledge me!" but no. Instead Shū just becomes apathetic and a shell of a person. To those of you who've read/watched Twilight, this feels very Aro and Marcus but unlike Aro who is genuinely worried that Marcus might off himself, Reiji just feels bitter and angry that now his elder brother is ignoring him even more. But that's not the cake, oh no, the cake is that Reiji killed his mother. I mean technically he hired a vampire hunter to do it (said vampire hunter being Yui's adoptive dad. You know, the priest who threw her to the wolves. Literally), but as she was killed because Cordelia (one of Karlheinz's wives) was making her so miserable with life Beatrix died with a smile and she was also proud because Reiji killed her because to vampires, part of being considered an adult is committing homicide. And this pisses off Reiji so much, cause he wanted his mom to beg him to spare her life out of some twisted desire of revenge and when that didn't end up happening. Well, Reiji is motherless and bitter now. The anime really did him dirty, because in the anime they made him super duper serious and just very stiff and constantly degrading Yui for just breathing basically. Whereas in the game, he's a lot more chill than he seems and while he casually insults Yui, he casually insults everyone and I have to say his insults are good. Also in the game, he actually smiles so much more but it's a very condescending and bitter smile it's the smile of someone laughing at the world for how screwed up it is. I will say that he does casually poison Yui several times to test out his poisons, but he always gives her the antidote when she starts exhibiting symptoms.

3. Ayato

Ayato is basically Gojo if Gojo had no human conscience. He acts childish because his mother Cordelia was basically the same way Beatrix was to Shū. Cordelia, however, tried to drown him because pookie couldn't like solve a math equation or some shit. The bar is in hell, but Cordelia is by far the most horrible out of the three mothers. Anyways, he's pretty much a man-child with a propensity for being an ass. He sleeps in an iron maiden (with spikes removed) because despite beds being a thing in their mansion, dude just likes it and he does try to shove Yui into an iron maiden (without the spikes removed) but Yui was not having it. I wouldn't want to be stuck in an elevator with this dude cause he would eat me and make me suffer while he's at it.

4. Laito

Unlucky number four and I have to say out of all the brothers, he is my least favourite. The reason? Well it's simple, he commits SA just by breathing. Also, he's the one to nickname Yui 'Bitch-chan'. Listen, I get that he was sexually abused by his mother and Cordelia did her absolute best to instill sex = love even if that sex is non consensual. But honestly? I don't get the point of his character. What was the point of Rejet making a character like him? Because he is just plain sexually abusive. If it was to show how the abused can become the abuser, there are much more nuanced ways to do it than have Laito SA Yui every five seconds or something. Also, if we're talking about "the abused becomes the abuser" all these characters are already stunning examples please save Yui.

5. Kanato

To anyone into HOTD, think Larys Strong but with a teddy bear and his childlike. Kanato seems the easiest to bear with cause of his childlike attitude. That is until his temper completely flips and the next thing you know, he's threatening to murder you and would actually go through it. Kanato had a very fucked up childhood of his mother making him sing her songs while she's out here banging her brother-in-law because Kanato singing apparently gets her into the mood. Kanato likes to collect dead corpses and stuff them like animals which is why there's an entire hall filled with all the sacrificial brides before Yui. He says he can't wait to add Yui to the collection.

6. Subaru

Now Subaru, Subaru is sadistic as all his brothers are and ill-tempered. This man be punching walls and tables and breaking everything. But he doesn't really raise a hand to Yui at all. I'd say other than his shitty temper and blatant sadism, he is moderately bearable. Why? Well he's got self-worth issues you see. His mother was seduced by her older cousin (his father) and when Krysta realised that Karlheinz didn't love her, she went crazy because he basically convinced her to commit incest which is apparently a no no in the vampire world. Krysta thought of Subaru as an abomination and treated him like crap, but she then would oscillate between thinking him an abomination and her a sinner and feeling guilty for hurting him. Subaru looked after his mother instead of the other way around.

Anyways, this is my long overdue rant of fucked up vampire anime.

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

What do you think would have happened to change the course of history as we know it in the show if the guy who accompanies his friend for the betty-aura maria double date was genuinely interested in getting to know her (at least being a friend to her)...maybe they had a common interest in say finance or books or music. Betty wrote in her diary that men seek for desirable women and she didn't feel like that. What if this guy made a decent attempt to connect to her and wanted to see her again. Your opinions are so interesting and I want to hear your thoughts. Thank you and have a good day.

Omgggg I looooove this question!! But also it's so complicated to answer because this supposes to alter a LOOOOT! On one hand we can go for the realistic route of "if Betty hadn't had her hope of love fully crushed and she had actually seen that another man could have had an interest in her, she wouldn't have beeb so utterly blind and devoted towards Armando" especially because the night of the doubke date is the night that Betty gives on on love. On the other hand, we can also take the also canon but less realistic view of "Armando and Betty were destined to be and once Betty fell for Armando there was no going back nor person that ever made her doubt it," given that they share a canonical psychic or soul bond. In other words, would Betty give it a chance with someone else, or would her love blind her to anh other possibility but Armando?

Although I DEFINITELY think that a love rival would have spiced things up and quickened Armando's realization of his own feelings, which I loooove and it's why I DESPERATELY wanna write about that lmao. After all, he did have the biggest jump in his own feelings for Betty when he learned about Nicolás, except that this would be an even bigger kick in the face because he doesn't yet have the embargo excuse! And also, he could actually get to see a real peak of Betty being courted. I've actually been trying to write a short story based on the idea of a rival!

Anyways, let's see!

Imagining that the guy, Rafael (canon name) actually liked Betty would imply that we need to re imagine his whole personality lmao that canon ratman is canonically too uncool for my girlie, but let's say that he is a now a cool guy. He's charming, fun, and actually not superficial. He's open to friendship

He doesn't immediately reject Betty at all, and is in an active conversation with Betty through the whole night. He doesn't leave early, and let's say they even dance a little. They're in a friendly convo but there's no romantic spark.

In any case, Aura Maria is still happy for Betty! She's enjoying her time with the other guy but she's happy to see that Betty and Rafael are getting along, even if she's a bit sad that there's obviously no attraction between them

Anyways, Betty gets a little later home, and when her mom asks about how it went, Betty is so happy to tell her she had an actual good time! She writes in her diary that she had a good time but can't help but feel a little disappointed, because she noticed the guy wasn't into her like that

At this point it's where the major change happens, because this is the night that Betty is fully convinced that she will never experience love, that men only like beautiful women, that the powerhouse of her life must be work, and that Armando is the only man who will ever want and need her, even if it's only because of her work

In this scenario, Betty isn't as pessimistic as she was in the novela. She is just a little sad, but she didn't give up on love fully, because she wasn't fully rejected and mistreated like in the novela. She actually has a bit of hope because the guy and her exchanged numbers.

This supposes a BIG change because it's due to the devoted mentality that Betty agrees to do everything Armando asks for

Given that the dude is from Medellin, this would imply that they cant see each other often, and their relationship, fully platonic at first, would be mainly through phone

So this means Armando doesn't really have to know about him for a while

Obviously Aura Maria would mention Rafael and their night out all together to the rest of the Cuartel, but Betty would shut all of that down arguing that they just ended up as friends

But this is definitely a source for the Cuartel to gossip and tease her! They would definitely ask her if she's now over Nicolás, and she'd say no

Betty and this dude's friendship would continue for a while, but at the same time, Betty spends most of her time with Armando, which also furthers her crush on him, because after all, I really don't think Betty would ever fully love another man

(This is mainly because it's heavily implied in the show thay Armando and Betty share a special psychic connection and that it's probably faithed to be, like when Armando yelled her name and she heard it all the way to Cartagena lmao I don't think either of them would have been happy with any other partner)

There would need to be a point in which Rafael comes back, and that would probably be when things really get going!

Him being away is the main reason why I don't think it would fully develop into a relationship. Betty just wouldn't be able to lower enough of her barriers like that

It'd be interesting to see when him comjng back happens, but for the fun of it, let's say this happens before the embargo. Just to change this up a little from the canon "Nicolás is Betty's bf" canon paranoia

Imagine this dude coming over to Ecomoda one day showing up with a bouquet for Betty. Aura Maria would be sooooo happy for her and would so quickly call her to her office to tell her he's there!!

Would Betty accept these flowers?? Probably she'd be a bit hesitant but get them at the end. She's kinda flattered with them but remember she still has so many barriers up because of the trauma she went through

What for Rafael and any other man may be a simple gentlemanly and romantic present for their lady love, for Betty it can be a painful reminder of what happened. It's not thay she doesn't want to give herself the opportunity to love, it's just that fear will always remain after such trauma

With Armando, after all, she was already fully devoted and trusting of him because he had demonstrated through actions, words, and even conversations with Mario that he appreciated and trusted her fully, and even when their relationship started Betty continued to be full of doubts but she loved him so much that she couldn't close herself to the experience. He made her feel safe enough to lower her barriers and push herself through her doubts. With Rafael it's hard to get to this level of trust and safety when they basically just communicated through phone for a while

Anyways, imagine Betty coming back to her office holding this big bouquet of roses. Imagine Armando's stunned face for a moment, before asking what is that and why she has it, before Betty laughingly and dismissingly saying a friend got it for her

Imagine his killer stare. Just imagine that lmao

His deadfaced, teeth gritted, muscle tensed, sarcastic and dry comment of "what a romantic 'friend', right?" Lmaoooo

He'd totally spiral. He'd be in a terrible mood the whole day!

Imagine he goes out of his office because he's so angry and the first thing he hears Bertha and Sofia talking about is Rafael lmao

He's definitely go as far as to ask Aura Maria about this dude once he finds out they're friends

He'd be so angry and mortified with no apparent reason as to why when learning those two had been on a date, dancing and chatting and having fun

Ohhhh, imagine that same day Armando actually gets to meet him!! Perhaps Rafael goes to Ecomoda yo invite Betty to lunch

Lmao imagine Armando witnessing that and making up something like a lunch meeting just so she doesn't go

To me this scenario is soooo hilarous, the idea of a rival kills me because it's so full of potential for funny jealous Armando and Mario teasing him about it lmao i want a full fanfiction of this😂😂

Anyways, I don't really think this would become a full relationship. There may be some interest between the parts but I don't think it'd be strong enough to become a relationship and they can always use the distance excuse

Maybe Rafael realizes that Betty's appearence is a deal breaker after all, after months of only talking through phone and basically forgetting how she looks. It wouldn't be such a stretch, after all, it's basically Armando's situation in the sense that they like Betty's personality very very much but they can't break past her appearence

Armandk was forced to see past that due to the embargo, but Rafael can just walk away. He has no real attachment, and ghe "situationship" can easily be broken up becauseof the "distance" between where they live

But the simple fact of knowing that Betty can actually be desirable for other men, see it first hand, and that she's interested in dating, will definitely make Armando be extra alert

It's also the realization that Betty is sweet, kind, and devoted to other people. It's basically the same realization Armando has when he first heard about Betty havin a bf, except that he is now seeing it with his own eyes!

Would this quicken things? Feeling wise, absolutely. Action wise? Hard to say. Armando still has so many prejudices and his own barriers up

Although it would definitely later be fuel for Calderón's tease and further of Armando's paranoia.

Something like "Well, maybe her crush on Nicolás is stronger than we thought, after all she also rejected that other dude. And an uggo of such magnitude giving up an opportunity like that? It has to be love!" Every time Betty rejects Armando or tries to break up

On the other hand, if this man turns out to be more Michel like, given that he is introduced so early in the story, he could change everything. It all depend on how his personality and goals are, but given that he's a canonical asshole and this scenario supposes re inventing him completely, it opens so many possibilities

Since he's a blanck slate, how do we want him to be according to what story we want? Is he carefree and laid back? Protective and serious? Fun and trusting?

Because if we go full Michel mode, he could have wanted to make Betty his gf and take her away from that toxic work environment to take her to work where he does, resulting in Ecomoda collapsing under Armando's bad decisions

Would they be happy? No, Betty and Armandk are faithed to be and they definitely wouldn't be happy without each other

This whole idea of Rafael offers soooo many scenarios, depending on when he shows up, what his intentions are or end up being, in what point of Betty's arch he appears, etc!

So much fanfic material omg

The question made me crack my brain open trying to put a single answer to a vlear scenario but since there are so many choices I put a bit of everything. I think it endedup being more scrambled than of usual lmao

Thank you for the question!