#i’m not gonna claim to know anything about his gender

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Warmth

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When you end up leaving your winter clothes at home before leaving for a case in Alaska, you’re convinced you’re gonna freeze to death. Thank god for Aaron.

Content Warnings/Other: Course language, case matter (nothing specific), tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, little bit of awkwardness, a nice cuddle session in the end for the ole razzle dazzle

Word Count: 1.7K

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Fulfilling a request for my beloved @cr1minalskies, I hope you enjoy sweetie. 💐 I did change a few things up, however I still think I captured what you were looking for!

A/N: Also it’s my first gender neutral fic! I’m gonna try and do more Gn!reader and male!reader fics as well to branch out from my typical fem!reader

PS: This wasn't proofread, I just let my heart guide my fingers in writing this. Sorry if it's rough

How did you manage to forget a jacket? You knew that you were going to Alaska for a case and you knew damn well that the weather conditions would call for temperatures cold enough to turn you into an ice pop. It should’ve been something that was triple checked for; a jacket, a beanie, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, anything to combat the freezing temps.

Instead, here you were, arms pulled into your shirt as your bare arms were hugging your torso, trying to use your own body heat to bring warmth to your limbs.

Aaron had quizzed you on what you packed in your go-bag the previous night when you were being called in to go over the case at hand. You were confident to say that you were all set and packed enough warm garments to keep you toasty for a month straight.

What a big liar you were. It wasn’t that you purposefully chose to be freezing to the point where you felt your fingers were going to fall off, you just managed to grab the wrong bag out of your closet.

You strived yourself on having one bag for warmer weather and one for colder weather that you claimed to have labeled and ready for any last minute cases. 

Weren’t you surprised when you pulled out a pair of shorts this morning, which ultimately led to you throwing every article of clothing out of their rightful spots in search of your sweater. 

The end was near, that was all you knew. This weather wasn’t easy, especially due to it being mid-December. There was fresh snow blanketing the grass, the impending snowfall giving a harsher chill to the air.

You always thought that you’d be taken out by an unsub in the line of duty, an honorable death that had meaning.. What cruel fate to know that it was going to end with you being a popsicle instead.

With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were currently standing in the middle of the police precinct. You fiercely denied any kind of jacket from your work colleagues, even if Derek was trying to force his coat on you to cease the incessant chattering of your teeth.

Last thing you needed was for them to be frozen just because they were hellbent on helping you. That would just leave plenty of guilt on your end.

Aaron had taken notice of you earlier in the day though, his eyes fixated on your chattering teeth, blue lips, and rosy cheeks. You were freezing, so bad that you were shaking in your boots and yet you kept refusing jackets, even Spencer’s purple scarf that he’d never share under any other circumstances.

He’d finally had enough though when your nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s. 

“As useful as you’d be navigating us through a winter storm,” Aaron began, a play on the old reindeer tale as he was taking off his puffer jacket and placing it on your shoulders. Unlike the others though, he held the coat in place while you tried fighting him on it.

“Please take it. I don’t need an agent in the hospital with pneumonia.” He stated in a simple tone. He may have had a hard exterior with a tough demeanor, however he wasn’t heartless and about to let anyone freeze.

However with the harsh cold outside, it was his turn to shiver. He knew he couldn’t go for a few days without a jacket, especially knowing this case could last days, maybe even a week because of how deep this damn lead was buried. 

So, he’d managed to slip away in the middle of the day, en route to one of the shops in town where he could get a jacket. However, this jacket was for himself. As much as he loved his thick jacket, he would have to admit that you looked much better in it. 

When he caught up to the team again, he acted as if nothing changed, even if you were paying attention to his new jacket, your heart dropping. You knew he’d end up freezing and here you were, selfishly wearing his jacket while he went out to buy a new one. 

You felt like an ass, your brain not being fair by not reminding you that Aaron forced the coat onto your shoulders and how he practically begged you to wear it in order to avoid you getting sick.

Later in the night, you were gonna make it a point to go talk to Aaron, to return the jacket and tell him that you’d reimburse him the money for the jacket he’d gotten. 

“Going to your boyfriend’s room, Y/N?” The words made you scoff, turning your head while making an obscene hand gesture at Derek. “Fuck off, man. I’m just going to return his jacket.” You huffed, unable to help the heat rising in your cheeks. 

He was your boss and one of your close friends, although you knew that some part of you yearned to see Aaron in a less professional setting and a more intimate one. There was a delusional part of you that assumed that he’d reciprocate those feelings, that he’d want to be with you and give his all to you. 

Vulnerability wasn’t easy for Aaron nor was it easy for you. The walls you both had up seemed impenetrable, even the toughest equipment not being able to knock them down.

That was what killed the hope of anything serious happening between you both. He was your boss anyway, you figured it’d be an HR nightmare in regards to filling out paperwork, fighting transfers, the lot of it.

After a brief knock against the hotel door, you let your hands hold the jacket close to your chest. Even in the hotel, it was freezing. You had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt and yet you were still shaking, the socks on your feet not doing anything to shield your feet from the freezing tile floor. 

Why did it have to be Alaska? It could’ve been in Florida, or maybe even Texas. At least in those states, you wouldn’t be freezing to death. You’d opt for extreme heat to combat the chill.

You were being taken out of your thoughts as soon as you heard two locks clicking and the door opening. What was behind the door though had your eyes nearly bulging out of your sockets. This man was shirtless with pajama pants that hung low on his hips. 

“How haven’t you frozen to death yet?” You asked, dumbfounded. You were covered head to toe and you were freezing but this man didn’t have a shirt nor socks and he seemed comfortable.

“You’re being dramatic, Y/N. It isn’t bad inside the hotel at all.” He commented, the normal stoic expression being broken by a lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t find me like this outside though.” He chuckled, now stepping out of your way as an invitation to come into his room.

“What are you doing up? Not that I don’t mind talking to you, you just seemed exhausted.” 

“Well, I uh.. I wanted to return your jacket. I noticed you went out and bought a new one, it bothered me to know that I made you freeze while I was comfortable.”

The words had his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I offered you my jacket because it bothered me that you looked like you were locked in a meat locker. I’d say we are even, hmm?”

“Aaron,” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want to return it.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“What?’

“You look better in it than me. I couldn’t wear it around the team again without them telling me that I don’t look near as good as you.” 

The words made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He thought you looked good in his jacket?

“Y/N, I’m serious. Keep it. It fits you nicely and I know for a fact that you’ll be warm. I won’t have to worry about you not having anything warm either.” Aaron had offered a smile before watching as you hugged the jacket without realizing, looking like you were going to faint. 

“I don’t mean to be forward,” Those words made you feel like you were going to puke. “But I was just about to relax for the night. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

This was a dream. You’re dreaming. Aaron Hotchner asked you to spend time with him. One on one.

“Sure!” You said quickly while clearing your throat soon after. Smooth like crunchy peanut butter. “I mean, yeah. I would love to. I am freezing in my room anyway and yours seems warmer..” 

The black jacket was being placed on the nightstand in the room while you approached the bed to sit down, Aaron nodding as he was seated beside you. “I’m sure it’s because my room is warmer.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone while he leaned against the headboard, holding up the blanket for you. 

The minute that you were crawling beside him, you could already feel a warmth radiating from his bare skin. 

Suddenly, you weren’t shaking from the air anymore. Your cheeks were pink, your hands on your lap as you stayed put beside Aaron. This seemed asinine. You never pictured him being the type to ask for company on a whim. If you were honest, you always assumed he’d be asking people to leave him alone instead.

It seemed silly because you’d known him for years now, however it felt like meeting him all over again. You awkwardly sat, gaze on the small television that was on some random channel just to fill in the silence. 

“Y/N? You alright?” There was that concerned tone again. “I’m okay! Just.. Cold.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, gaze falling on your close friend on the team as he was offering a small smile, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders. “Well, you can get a little closer, if you want. I really don’t mind. I’ve been told that I’m like a human furnace.”

Well, he was hot, kept you very warm, and he was able to make you comfortable. Maybe that really was the case. “You’re sure it’s not weird?” Although your body was already leaning against his, your head was unable to help itself as it rested against his shoulder.

“Not weird at all.”  

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To be Claimed - NSFW version

Hello friends! I found these marriage prompts by @brainbright for our favorite batchers! I immediately felt they struck gold and pushed this fic out in 12 hours.

I have two versions of this fic: a sfw and a nsfw. The sfw one ends before the smut begins so if you want to avoid smut, I'll link the SFW one here.

CW: brief violence, mention of misogyny, revealing of feelings, idiots in love. Unprotected sex, PiV, light gagging, oral (M! receiving), fingering, clit play, aftersex cuddles.

Hunter x reader

Word count: 3100

Enjoy!!

You didn’t expect the mission to go as it did, but all of you were alive. That’s what mattered to you. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were all alive and Omega was safe at Cid’s. That’s all you could ask for.

Cid came to you with a new mission. In exchange for some pure spice, you and your Batch were to offer protection for a week to a leader from this backwater planet. The culture was rather archaic. Women were subservient and silent, to be seen and not heard and the men handled everything. Being on that planet made you grateful to have grown up on Naboo. You were in the same classes as Padme Amidala, or Naberrie as you knew her. You were quite a bit younger than her though. She excelled in her politics and academics, while you were more a physical girl. You would rather settle a fight with your fists than words.

You made the decision to keep your helmet on the whole time you were on this planet. Tech modified your armour to give you more protection on your chest and midsection, so your gender wasn’t obvious to others as it was to your squad. You were grateful for the voice modulator. It deepened your voice a bit, so it just sounded like you were effeminate man.

You were protecting the leader of this community for a week from some assassin. You didn’t know which assassin was after the leader, but you knew there were more bounty hunters around trying to lure you away from the leader. They’d threaten locals to make you distracted. So, you and Tech were stationed with the leader, while Echo, Hunter and Wrecker took care of the other troublemakers. As you waited for the all clear to move the chief from Hunter, you and Tech conversed quietly.

“You are certainly mistaken. There is nothing going on between Phee and I.”

Rolling your eyes, you pointed out that Phee flirted with him constantly with every encounter you had with the pirate.

“Tech, she calls you Brown Eyes at every opportunity! She pays more attention to you than any of us! She’s clearly into you.”

Glancing up at you from his datapad, Tech shook his head. “Regardless, I have no interest in pursuing Phee romantically. Not when I have the squad to look out for.”

That was the one thing you loved and admired about Tech. He’d sacrifice everything for his family without question or hesitance. You only hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed protecting everyone.

“Alright boys let’s move the bird out!” you heard Hunter through the comms.

You lightly pulled the chief to his feet as Tech told him it was time to move. Tech pulled up the rear as you held the lead, blaster in hand. You shot at every bounty hunter you saw, hoping to deter others from trying anything.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly met your fate at the end of a blaster barrel. You paused, looking at the blue skinned woman in front of you. You recognized her deadlocked ponytail and single antenna and clocked that Aurra Sing was in front of you.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she sneered. “My target handed to me on a silver platter by two clones.”

You pushed the blaster away from your face. “Sing. I should’ve smelled your disgusting perfume from atmosphere,” you hissed.

Chuckling, Aurra took aim at you again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you see before you die.”

“Like kark!” You pushed her aside, pinning her to the garden wall, shouting at Tech to move. If someone was gonna die, it was gonna be Aurra Sing. The bounty hunter took far too much from you during the clone war and so you had a little vendetta.

She kneed you in the torso, causing you to be winded for a moment. You immediately swung back, clocking her in her nose. As she backed away holding her nose, you kicked her head, bending her antenna.

Aurra became furious, lunging at you and pinning you to the ground on your back. You gritted your teeth, pushing her off as best you could but she had the advantage. Aurra took your viroblade from its sheath and moved it to your neck. As it dug closer to your jugular, you thought of your squad and how you’d miss them if you didn’t push her off.

Blaster shots rang out from your right, causing Aurra to pause in her assault on you. You turned your head, seeing Hunter and Wrecker firing at the assassin. Aurra quickly got off you and bolted, firing back at your boys.

Eventually, another bounty hunter picked Aurra up from your pursuit of her. You fired your blaster again at the small ship, hoping to bring it down but she escaped again. You prayed someone would take her out one day.

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You and the boys were celebrated as heroes and offered a feast in compensation. Never one to turn down a way to keep Wrecker full, you all gladly accepted. There was music and dancing and singing, in a way you’d never seen before. Sure, you had had parades on Naboo but nothing this extravagant. There were colours of red, blue, turquoise, orange and many more. You were carried on these little mini beds by some locals. You and Echo sat side by side, admiring all the colours and festivities.

“So, you gonna say something to Hunter? Once we’re back on the ship?” he murmured into your comm channel.

You looked at him through your helmet. You almost regretted telling Echo about your feelings toward your sergeant. Sure, there was nothing to stop you now from fraternising with squad mates, but the gods know there was something stopping you from revealing your feelings.

“Depends on how the rest of this goes. There’s always chaos to follow us so I’m just waiting for it to reveal itself.”

Reveal itself it did. As soon as you were all seated the leader gave a speech in their native tongue before gesturing to you to eat. You removed your helmet for the first time in days, grateful to breathe fresh air and eat fresh food. A collective gasp rung out from everyone except you and the boys, confusing you as you took small bites.

The leader and the elders look furious, yelling at you in their language. You were scared and confused, looking to Tech for an explanation.

Tech put his helmet back on and translated quickly, fearing the worst for your safety.

“Apparently, they are accusing us. We deceived them into thinking we were all men. According to tradition, all women of marrying age who step foot in the chief’s house, as we did early this week, are automatically married to him unless they are already claimed. Since you are of marrying age and do not seem to be claimed, he claims you as his wife.”

As Tech finished his translation, you were yanked from your seat and dragged through the seating to be thrown at the chief’s feet. You yelled and screamed, begging the boys to help you. They did, but not in the way you had expected. You almost wanted to face palm.

“She is claimed though!” Wrecker yelled out, looking to Echo for support.

Echo nodded, playing along. “Yes, she’s claimed by our Sergeant! They were wed last year!”

The leader looked from you to Hunter and back. Spitting out another question, Tech translated, going along with this idea. “He asked why we didn’t reveal that upon arrival. Why such deception?”

Echo looked to Hunter, who was both furious and concerned for your wellbeing, and tilted his head almost to say, ‘do something!’. Hunter was shocked at the turn of events but over his dead body you stay here as some archaic cultures wife. He came up to you and pulled you up to your feet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, he pulled you closer. You nuzzled into his chest, fearing for your life. You had no idea this culture was that antiquated. Hunter brought his hand to your head and started to gently stroke your hair, making it look like a husband consoling his wife.

“We didn’t want to put the other in danger. Should anyone find out we were wed, they would use it against us. We never meant to deceive you.” Hunter had Tech translate.

Hunter led you to the seat next to him. “You okay with this?” he whispered.

You smiled weakly, hating that this was the improvised plan the boys chose. “I kind of have to be, don’t I? You sure you’re okay with playing husband?”

Hunter took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. He could feel the leader’s anger at him and at you, so he laid the lovesickness on thick. Pulling you closer, kissing your temple, holding your hand and much more. You were blushing like crazy, wanting nothing more than this to be real. Gods you wanted this to be real. Hunter was so good at being loving. You wished more than anything that this was real, and you really were married.

As the festivities settled back into joyous ruckus, the boys encouraged you and Hunter to move into a private area so you could discuss things a bit more. You needed to make things convincing if you were to get out of there as one squad. You didn’t really want to leave the other three, but Hunter agreed it would make it look like you finally had some alone time as husband and wife. Shifting from one foot to the other, you reluctantly agreed to follow Hunter away from the celebration.

Hunter led you to secluded clearing, a short walk from the tents of the settlement. You sat on the ground, not facing him. He sat next to you, listening quietly to your heartbeat. You did not want to make the first move. You had no idea what to say!

Smiling, Hunter pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You froze a second but relaxed into his hold. Taking a breath, you finally spoke.

“I’m gonna kill Echo. I should never have told him about my feelings for you.”

Chuckling, Hunter squeezed your shoulders. “You really thought you could hide those from me? I can feel your heartbeat, I can smell your scents, and I certainly read your body language well enough.”

You froze again. You were a complete nong! Of course, Hunter could tell! He could feel the electromagnetic pulses from a base halfway across the planet! He would obviously be able to tell you had feelings.

Pursing your lips, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Figured you’d say something when you felt the time was right. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Laughing, you elbowed his ribs gently. “Well, you failed at that! I’m so embarrassed.”

Smiling and laughing with you, Hunter let his head fall to meet yours gently. “You wouldn’t have had to worry about rejection. The others have known about my feelings since you joined us back in the Clone War. Didn’t want to endanger you by risking fraternisation.”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. The man you had held feelings for, all this time wanted you just as much! Leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly over his, letting him control the rest. You could feel your heart beating harshly in your chest, and you knew Hunter could feel it too.

Hunter, softly took your chin and pulled you back to his lips, giving you a fiercer kiss than what you gave him. It felt amazing, to finally have his lips caress yours in a way you’d only had imagined prior to today. His were slightly chapped yet soft, pressing to yours softly as you keened for more.

Hunter pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his hips to have a better angle to kiss you. His hands met your hips, lightly pulling you down to meet his pelvis. Your kisses eventually became heated, as your hands pulled at his chest plate, wanting it off.

Moving to your neck, leaving little kisses and bruises, Hunter whispered into your skin, “Should we head back to the ship?”

Smiling, you pulled his hair lightly to bring his lips back to yours. “Oh, kriff yes!”

Hunter smirked, lifting you up from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.

You let your legs drop, so you could run to the ship. You pulled Hunter along, you both laughing the whole 5 minutes to the ship. Hunter captured your lips once again as you walked up the gangplank. Your brain was turning to mush, and you quickly locked the ship down, lest one of the boys return before getting your message.

Hunter kissed down your neck, deftly pulling your breastplate off, letting it fall to the floor. One by one, armour came off and blacks were slipped off. Your breastband was left on as Hunter laid you onto his bunk. His large hands moved up and down your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize what your skin felt like. He leaned down, capturing your lips once again, caressing your skin before hooking your leg over his hip. He rolled his hips into your pelvis, creating friction for you against your clit.

You let out a moan, so sinful Hunter could’ve cum right there. His hands moved up to your breasts, pulling the band up and off. Kneading your left breast, his mouth descended onto your right. Tongue circling your nipple, causing gasps and moans to escape your mouth. He was so talented with his mouth. How was he so talented with his mouth? In all your time with the Batch they never brought a single woman back. How was he so good?

One hand left your breast and travelled down to your clit. Hunter gently pressed one finger against it before circling it. Your back arched off the bed, begging for more. Chuckling, Hunter removed his fingers, licking them clean of your juices.

“You don’t think I’d let you come that easy?”

Whining, you pulled him closer to you again, wanting to feel him close to you again. You kissed him hard, flipping the two of you over so you straddled him. Your hand slid up from his neck into his hair, pulling his bandana from his head. You tied it back around your neck, just loose enough you could put it in your mouth if needed.

Hunter smirked, loving the image of his bandana in your mouth. Groaning, he felt your hand caress his cock. Deftly, up, and down but never actually wrapping your hand around. You were teasing him, just as he teased you. You took it a step further, slowly sliding off him until you knelt on the cold metal floor of the Marauder. Hunter sat up, confused until he felt your hand caress him again. Only this time, he felt something warm and wet. Your tongue had felt up from the base and circled around his tip. He was in heaven, feeling your skilled mouth on his. You always had a smart mouth, but dear gods had he known your other skill sets sooner, he would’ve told the GAR to kriff themselves and take you for himself.

Sucking softly, you bobbed your head, wanting to give Hunter all the pleasure he deserved. His hand slid into your hair, gripping by your scalp causing a little moan to come out of you. His hips started to thrust gently into the back of your throat, groans turned into soft grunts, and he quickly pulled you off him.

You looked up, wondering if you had hurt him at all but he quickly pulled you up into a kiss.

“If you had done that anymore, I would’ve come down your throat,” he growled.

“Maybe that was my plan,” you smirked.

He threw you back onto the bunk, finally having enough teasing. He crawled back on top of you, kissing fiercely. He pulled up and grasped his throbbing cock. He rubbed some of your arousal on before slowly pushing into you. You cried out in ecstasy, so loud Hunter pulled the bandana from your neck into your mouth. It was a good look for you he decided.

He slowly started to thrust in and out, relishing in how you felt around him. Warm and soft, yet you clenched around him so sweetly. You had no idea how much pleasure you’d be in but all you knew was you were on another place of pleasurable existence. You met each one of his thrusts, feeling a delicious friction against your clit.  You felt that knot in your belly growing tighter and tighter, the heat between your legs growing hotter and hotter.

You could tell Hunter was getting close as well. His hips were starting to stutter but he didn’t stop. His hand travelled down to your clit and rubbed furiously. The overstimulation causing that band inside to snap and break. You saw white behind your eyes, pulling Hunter in for a kiss.

His hips stuttered once more, and you felt warmth coat your insides. Hunter collapsed on top of you, careful not to squish you with his body weight. You both stayed like that for a moment before he rolled off you. He pulled you into his side, relishing in your closeness. Humming in contentment, you snuggled closer, wrapping your leg over one of his.

Hunter absentmindedly caressed you shoulder with his fingers, loving the feeling of you next to him.

“You think the others got our message yet?”

You chuckled. “I’d be surprised if Tech did not get our message. He never takes his eyes off his datapad.”

“Very true… Wanna go again?”

You smiled against his chest. “In a minute. I just want to lay here a moment.”

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Echo was watching Wrecker show off his strength to some locals when all their comms beeped with a message from Hunter.

You might wanna avoid the Marauder for a few hours. We have some more things to discuss ;)

Groaning, Echo settled in for the night in his seat, waiting for Wrecker to switch weights until they got a comm, saying your “talk” was finished.

“It was only a matter of time,” Tech reasoned. “They’ve been pining for years now.”

Echo grimaced, knowing Tech was correct. This was gonna be a long night.

I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully my writing is a bit better than last time!

As always, criticism is welcome as long as it's kind and constructive.

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⤷ ✧ My Valentine

Gender neutral

- order 68 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle

Note: IF YOU HAVE ALLERGIES THEN I APOLOGIZE THIS HAS A LOT OF FLOWER GIFTS

Ace Trappola

He will do everything in his power to separate you from people he knows will try to ask you out. He’s trying to wait until a good moment AND he enjoys cockblocking people.

He lets Deuce hang around still because he knows that he’s too scared to ask you out in front of Grim and Ace.

He acts like he has no intentions in asking you out but it gets more obvious since he gets a little bit more possessive when around upperclassman.

He tries to act slick but he doesn’t do a very good job at it. He gets you something very simple and just acts a little bit meaner.

Deuce Spade

He spends so much time agonizing about it. How should he do it? Does he get flowers or chocolate?

He ends up getting both but he’s embarrassed to walk out the dorm with it because he knows everyone will be asking and teasing him about it!

He can’t even keep it in his dorm room because he’s in the same room as Ace. Ace is the reason of all his problems at this point.

If Cater finds out, then everybody is gonna know. He manages to hide it under his bed but now he doesn’t know how to bring it out without getting caught. He brings it out to you early morning.

It is very obvious to a lot of people. Him generally just being flustered around you is the dead give away.

He definitely would jump anybody that would dare to ask you out as a joke since highschool boys always do that. You don’t deserve that treatment.

Cater Diamond

He doesn’t act that out of the ordinary. He’s not the type to suck up to someone even for Valentines Day.

He keeps asking you if anyone has asked you out or if you plan to ask anyone out. Even if you lie, he’s gonna find out.

He doesn’t feel threatened when anyone asks you out because obviously you’ll end up picking him!

He doesn’t get something too fancy but definitely still flashy like a huge bouquet. He’s so shameless when he walks into the dorm and he’s like “yeah this is for them!”

Trey Clover

He tries to stay on the down low about it. He knows that Cater will be asking and bothering him endlessly.

“Oh, Trey~ I see that chocolate. Who’s it gonna be?”

“Ahah, it’s a secret.”

That’s all he tells him.

Trey acts pretty much normal besides those small moments he suddenly gets bold with his affections. He acts like nothing happened after.

He doesn’t really get concerned with other people. You can do whatever you like and date whoever you like. However he will promptly drag you away whenever someone he particularly doesn’t like shows up.

He’s cute with his gift too. He made you a small chocolate lava cake. And you already know it was absolute divine.

He also gets you roses, very generic but special because it’s Trey Clover!!

Riddle Rosehearts

He’s panicking help him. He doesn’t know how, when, what to do on Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t have a clue. I feel like he’d ask you over text because he’s confused.

He looks up what to do and he concluded that he must throw a special party for Valentines Day. It’s not mandatory, only for you it is.

Cute little party and everyone is like “this is so stupid” while they look at Riddle who is head over heels in love with you.

At the end of the party he asks to kiss you because— you’re supposed to do that? He’s so cute and nervous fwiegdidjeb

Leona Kingscholar

He will be so unintentionally extra about it. He doesn’t really ask you really he just claims you as his valentines without saying anything.

He also scares people away to the best of his ability. Unfortunately there are some people that won’t back down.

At some point he just taunts them.

“Go on give them your chocolate. I’m telling you now it’s just going to be a waste.”

He can be a little bit evil but like that’s okay.

He gets you something a little bit too extravagant. A normal person would never spend that much on some flowers. He wouldn’t usually but he knows it’ll make you happy and that’s the tradition of Valentine’s Day.

Ruggie Bucchi

He gets a little nervous about this. Usually he would just snatch a little cash from Leona but it just makes him feel stupid. He actually works very hard for some money from little tiny jobs at the side.

He would get you some flowers but that feels boring to him. He wants to stand out. After much trial and error (and many guides), he managed to make a flower crown.

He feels a little bit embarrassed if anyone happens to walk by and see him working his butt off but proud he finally got it.

He tells you to close your eyes and he quickly places it on top of your head. He will not let you take it off for the whole day.

Okay with all that hard work, you gotta go out with him. He begs please

Jack Howl

He’s just polite. Valentine’s Day is the day of love. A lot of people thought he wasn’t gonna ask anyone out. He made gifts for all of this friends.

He did his little research on what to get you. He had to stalk you a little bit and he eventually found something for you.

He doesn’t like asking directly. It’s more endearing if he gets it based off of his own observations and knowing you.

He’s so sweet. Ace was definitely keeping an eye each of the first years and Jack somehow went under the radar.

He even writes a letter. It’s a little bit sappy and a little bit embarrassing to write but he would never say that out loud.

Floyd Leech

Why is he actually so considerate though. His gift is actually the most thought out one. He doesn’t really wanna buy chocolate and some flowers.

He buys you some snack you actually like instead of basic chocolate. And he will rub it in that he actually knows your preferences to anybody else that gave you a gift.

Very much cuddly even if it’s a bit annoying. He will hold you down and not let you leave. But at least he’s not choking the air out of your body.

He goes back home and gets a few things. He will monopolize your time as much as possible. No, you don’t have to meet with your stupid friends right this moment. Just wait he wants to show you his memories in grade school!

Trust, he will chase anyone anyone that steps too close,

Jade Leech

He’s cute so cute with how he approaches you. He invites you over and he’s shows off the flowers he’s been growing. He asks you which ones you like and of course he gives them to you in a big bouquet.

He loves that look on your face. He would probably pour you tea and then be like “that was a love potion teehee” as a joke. Sometimes you can’t tell when he’s joking actually.

He will also monopolize your time. He won’t force you but he says “Oh that’s such a shame you won’t be able to join me today. I’ve really been looking forward to this…”

Then ensues Floyd backing him up.

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh my god he might die. He has it all planned out but he doesn’t know how to execute it. Jade and Floyd hear about his problems and offer to just do it for him but that’s pathetic on his part.

He’s pathetic either way, sorry man. His plan was to invite you for dinner but it ended up sounding like—

“I invite you to dinner at Mostro Lounge. Yes on February 14th… Yes it’s free of charge. I-If you don’t want to go then you don’t have to go but— wait no you HAVE to go!”

He’s such a mess. He has helped many people out in a romantic sense especially on Valentines Day however he can’t even help himself.

He gets all sweaty and he feels like he’s gonna die. He’s so sweet though.

[jackass-jones]

I’m not deep enough in the yttd fandom to really know if this is a controversial take to have but. I think soushin is interesting. I don’t think this in a “omg wow they’re soooo in love and I want them to be together” way, not at all lol. But I think to act like it’s impossible to see a romantic/sexual aspect of their relationship is really fucking stupid. I try to refrain from acting like there’s a solid truth to their relationship cuz the game isn’t finished yet so there’s always the likelihood that we’ll get more information later, but the thing that always gets me is when ai shin mentions that hiyori claimed to be an older student at his school but he later learned that wasn’t true. It sounds so eerily like a grooming story and the way we see human shin retreating into himself In reaction to that hits really hard, like he’s embarrassed it ever happened

Then there’s stuff like the detail that hiyori would always take pictures of shin without consent and would hang them up, or the fact that hiyori kept a personal shin ai for himself that he had control over, or the way that maple is supposed to parallel shin. It all just sounds like they had a relationship that blurred the lines a lot in a way that was very uncomfortable for shin. Moments like the shin ai sobbing and Hiyori saying “no don’t be like that show me your cool side shin!” and shin reacting to that, it’s like hiyori is trying to praise shin while hurting him. Seems way too much like a common occurrence

I think also (but maybe im just projecting) that shin is pretty queer coded in a lot of ways (hot springs scene, soft-natured personality that he tries to smother, his relationship with hiyori paralleling a romantic one, etc) and I think this plays into his relationship with hiyori a lot. Because of gender roles and toxic masculinity bullshit, i really doubt shins soft personality was allowed to fly under the radar for most people, so he was isolated a lot. Hiyori probably made him feel special at first with the way he seemed to like this about shin, but it becomes pretty clear that hiyori loves to fawn over shin and treat him like a cute baby and really only loves shins personality cuz he sees it as easy to take advantage of. I think it’s really easy to imagine a scenario where shin is a closeted teenager who finally has someone he feels he can confide in and hiyori blurs the lines between romantic and platonic a lot and shin latches onto this because he wants to feel like he can be loved by another boy and thinks this is his only shot. It’s way too common and all the pieces just fit right into place, you know? And I’m aware of the line where shin says hiyori is like an older brother to him but imo I think these two things can actually perfectly coexist cuz again, theres blurring of lines going on cuz this is an abusive relationship and feelings are being toyed with constantly

Basically all this to say, I very much think it’s likely that there was a romantic and sexual aspect to this relationship going on. I wouldn’t say they were labeling themselves as boyfriends or anything, more like it was a vague mess that hiyori refused to elaborate on. I don’t ship these two cuz I think it’s pretty clear shin wants out of this relationship, but I think inherently being mad someone wants to explore the idea of them having this kinda relationship is really ignorant and is only gonna result in only shallow ass takes about abusive relationships being allowed

[totallynotasimp67]

DMC Prompt

Now I’ve finished the 1st game and I’m on like the 17th mission in the second but with the amount of fanfics I’ve read I think I have a pretty good grasp of who the characters are lol

Reader is gender neutral, only gendered term would be perfume but I wasn’t sure of a good substitute lol, Dante/Reader

I intend the use of ‘perfume’ to be gender neutral so if you use this feel free to change it to whatever makes you happy, I also went with a neutral scent

Is that a new perfume?

You had been working with Dante Sparda for 3 years now, 2 of which you had a massive crush on him but didn’t allow yourself to express not wanting the comfortable friendship you had

You thought if you confessed to Dante he would look at you differently, disappointed or discusted not knowing which you feared most opting for keeping silent was best for you, for him, for everyone, who knows what the ladies would think of you after they found out, though they likely know or at the very least suspect your feelings

But that didn’t stop you from trying to gain his affections, though subtle hints seemed to not work too well, like paying for Pizzas, claiming ‘I just wanted to, you had a pretty rough job, let me do something nice,’ or wearing a perfume that Dante himself said he liked, although not directly, having said randomly once ‘yeah, I like smell of Vanilla’ prompting you to buy Vanilla scented perfume, Candles, Body wash, almost anything you could get your hands on

Lady had always said she liked the perfume you wore, not knowing why you wore it have joined not long after Dante confessed his like of vanilla, swearing to yourself you’d never tell why you always smelled like vanilla despite her and even Trish gifting perfume of other scents having only worn them occasionally

But, back to the present, Dante had just gotten back from a rather easy job but still eager to sit and relax, he decided to join you on the couch, not noticing how he sniffed the air having had your nose in a book, but that didn’t stop Lady from making a passing comment ‘what are you Dante, a dog smelling a new scent?’

‘Not a dog, but yes a new scent’

‘Well whatever, I’m gonna take a nap in the guest room’ as she spoke she waved and walked up the steps

No longer interested in your book you question Dante, ‘what’s it that you smell?’

Without missing a beat he replied ‘Vanilla, is it a new perfume you’re wearing? Cause I swear in the 3 years I’ve know you, you’ve never smelled like vanilla.’

Chuckling a bit at his comment ‘well I’ve been wearing the same perfume for about 2 years now if you must know’

‘Don’t laugh, I’m serious, have you really been wearing the same perfume for 2 years and I just never noticed?!’ The last part was uttered a tad exasperated

‘It would appear so,’ you chuckled ‘and hear I thought you a great sense of smell’

Now the rest I leave up to you dear reader or writer, and as always if you use this tag me in it, I wanna read your work

[nickeverdeen]

Hello! I’m here for Spiderverse match-ups! One nsfw and one romantic please :)

My name is Mk, and I’m in my late teen years!

I tend to be very sarcastic and snarky, but I’m also very nice to people that I like, I usually have a soft spot for people I have a crush on but I’ll usually avoid them bcs I’m too scared to interact with them and I don’t want to embarrass myself lmao. I get embarrassed easily, especially if someone’s flirting with me or doing something cringey near me. Whenever I’m around people I don’t like I usually just give them a nasty side eye or a glare. I don’t really have friends, but that’s because I’m homeschooled and I live out in the country so any town I’m around is usually 45 minutes away. I’m very selfless and I always put other people’s well-being before my own and I’m not good at saying no. I usually follow the rules and never get into any trouble because I prefer to stay under the raidar. I’m alone most of the time when I’m not learning, and I’m pretty isolated as well. I’m very empathetic towards plants and animals as well as the environment, so I like to pick up any trash or anything that could possibly harm the environment. As I’ve said before: I’m very sarcastic, but I’m also quite oblivious so I can’t detect sarcasm that easily. I’m pretty bad at social cues, and I’m oblivious when it comes to people who have a crush on me or try to flirt with me, but like I said, I get very flustered when I realize someone’s flirting. I’m very shy and nervous around new people, and I usually stay close to the person I know the most when I meet them.

I LOVE history, but mostly the creepy and darker side of history. I’m super into paranormal investigating and I’d love to investigate with friends and such. I like exploring abandoned buildings but I always prefer to have someone with me. I like doing creepy challenges with friends, I also like exploring the wilderness and nature. I LOVE swimming and I have a deep connection with the ocean and water. I can be pretty weird when I’m not being sarcastic.

I’m pretty unlabeled when it comes to my gender and I literally just use any pronouns cuz idgaf, I’m also unlabeled on my sexuality, I like who I like and that’s that.

Likes: Conspiracy theories, cryptids, mysteries, exploring, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, scary stories, legends, creepy history, paranormal stuff, Star Wars, marvel, anime, video games, music, dr.pepper, Pepsi, candy (specifically chocolate and cotton candy), witchcraft, Ninjago, Tmnt, nature, cats, foxes, rabbits, the morning dew, science, and other nerdy stuff.

I have social anxiety, autism, depression, and some PTSD

I have a pretty traumatic childhood, but I don’t remember much of it because my brain made me forget, so kudos to my brain ig

I’m not gonna do NSFW here as I’m not so sure about it and it’s a bit uncomfortable

Your Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse match is…

Hobie Brown

Hobie would be fascinated by your love for paranormal investigations and creepy history

He’d gladly join you in exploring abandoned buildings, claiming, “If ghosts are real, I wanna meet ’em.”

He’d tease you about your obliviousness to flirting but would find it endearing, often dropping playful hints that leave you flustered

Hobie loves your sarcasm, often firing back with his own, turning conversations into a playful banter

When he sees you isolating yourself, he’d subtly encourage you to open up

He’d help you pick up trash on walks, fully supporting your care for the environment, and might even bring spray paint to tag anti-pollution messages on walls

Hobie would write punk songs inspired by cryptids and conspiracy theories, sharing them with you to make you laugh

He’d take you on spontaneous adventures, whether it’s exploring hidden parts of the city or watching the sunrise by the ocean to connect with your love for water

Understanding your social anxiety, Hobie would always keep you close in new situations, subtly acting as a buffer while making sure you’re comfortable

He’d surprise you with little gestures, like fixing your headphones when they break or leaving a chocolate bar on your desk with a cheeky note

Hobie would make sure you feel seen and valued, constantly reminding you that you are

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

fuck it. ethan hair ranking

it's saturday im bored i don't want to practice mozart anymore. let's go

I'm gonna rank bottom to top this time and include visual aids. none of my choices are going to be much of a surprise to anyone who knows my particular tastes I think.

7. Dead Reckoning Part 1

Ethan is just gorgeous in this movie but his hair doesn’t do it for me. It’s short enough that it can’t have the same personality as it does at Fallout or MI1 length. It looks good on him! But it’s kinda flat. It's just fine. Also it doesn’t strike me as being a character choice so much as a “McQ likes TC’s hair better short” choice

6. Fallout

I would like to formally apologize to arc @callmearcturus i am sorry for slandering your boy like this. I love him too. fallout ethan is objectively the finest look that ethan has ever had I love him even above my dearly beloved MI1 ethan. He's deeply beautiful and i love him so much my heart hurts. but for me it's not the hair it's the Vibes. the vibes are here but the hair is just. it's a haircut. It's just normal to me, it’s floofy which I appreciate but. still. It’s a nice looking cut. Good for cosplaying a man. Utilitarian. It works well on Ethan but it doesn't capture my fascination.

5. MI3

it might also be time for me to formally apologize to mar @malewifebillcage for slandering her boy.......mi3 ethan's hair is also just a cut to me. and objectively i think the fallout cut even looks better on him. but I love MI3 hair dearly and deeply for character reasons because it’s such an aggressively rom com cut it really feels like Ethan googled “house husband” for reference pics. so i like it better cause it amuses me

4. MI1

I'd like to formally apologize to myself for slandering my own boy. (Also Luther in the back hi Luther I love you.) Ethan's hair in this movie is also excellent characterization and provides a perfect baseline for all my Ethan Hunt hair meta thoughts. And it’s so expressive! I love how spiky it is! That being said while it has a lot of personality it is simply not as aesthetically gorgeous to me as some of the cuts I ranked higher. MI1 Ethan I’m sorry

3. Rogue Nation

rogue nation Ethan literally takes my breath away at times with how beautiful he is. I am obsessed with the subtle length and swoop and the way it falls over his forehead. It’s the kind of hair that says “I had my gender crisis years ago and decided my gender was Gorgeous”. And yet it isn’t Character Driven enough for me to have it at the top

2. MI2

mi2 hair i think about you all the time.

both rich in Character Implication and mind-blowingly pretty. This is his hot girl summer hair his cherry bomb by the runaways hair it’s his ‘blew up my dad who wants me’ hair. It’s so far from the MI1 ingenue that it leaves manwhore in the dust and wraps back around to ingenue again. This is the hair of a man (????) who is trying so very hard to be absolutely anything other than what he is that he becomes exactly what he doesn’t like being. Every single image of him with this hair is like a masterclass in gender and rebellion and trauma and self discovery. and I Want To Run My Hands Through It.

But! there is something about the MI2 hair that feels. Styled and calculated and superficial. Hair for an Effect. Which is part of what I love about it! It’s also why this hair isn’t my absolute favorite. That title goes to:

Ghost Protocol

Ghost Protocol hair my absolute fucking beloved. What tips this hair over the edge for me is the way it looks when he’s tired and disheveled, in the prison breakout scene, in the car after the Kremlin, etc. This hair feels so natural for him, it’s a bit wild and floppy and makes him look kinda like a Creature instead of a man (I mean this in the most flattering way possible). He’s not trying to claim gender the way he is in MI2 or MI3, he’s…doing his own thing. It’s somehow both a utilitarianism and an indulgence. He’s not trying to fit in anywhere, he’s not trying to be anything, he’s in his base state and it’s fucking gorgeous. I guess for me this is the thing—MI4 is the movie where Ethan doesn’t have to function as a member of society, and has been free of functioning as a member of society for a while now. And this is the result. I could stare at him forever<3

[t0bythebat]

i have a small fnaf theory. before you go yelling at me, i’m aware it has MANYYY plot holes. i just wanna get my thoughts out there.

the candy cadet stories have always intrigued me because we don’t know anything about them (as well as the fnaf 4 box. it keeps me up at night smh). we all know each one has something to do with five becoming one. five keys being melted into one, five kittens becoming one, etc. this seems obvious but the first connection i made with five was the five missing kids. Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz and Cassidy. although, we don’t know much about Cassidy. All we know is they (using they because we don’t know the canon gender of them. Scott said they could be male or female) have a huge want for vengeance against William, their supposed killer. but we don’t know anything about them other than that. we don’t even know if their name is Cassidy, since it was found in an unreliable word search and their name has always been obviously hidden in the games. we know more about the others than them. Susie has her whole backstory with her dog and that she was the first victim and Jeremy has the dialogue in SB that could be about him.

Because we know so little about them, it got me thinking. what if they weren’t ever an actual kid.

William had more than five victims if were counting Cassidy. Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Susie’s dog, Fritz, Cassidy, Charlie, Elizabeth (could be argued she wasn’t a victim of his but i’m gonna count it), and possibly many more if we take into account the fact he made the SL animatronics mass murder machines. some argue that CC is also technically a victim of William so for now we’ll count it. even if we exclude Cassidy, thats still more than/at least five.

I was thinking maybe five of William’s victims decided to merge somehow to become Cassidy. they aren’t an actual kid, but instead an embodiment of their rage and anger towards William.

but see now the question is who’s the fifth soul? i think if they were to merge the main four would be in it. the options i was thinking were CC and Charlie. CC never really had anything against his father, as far as we’re concerned. although we do know that Charlie does. at first she was more worried about making sure the souls were able to get a second chance. and if they were to merge it’d have to be after the happiest day. so it could very well be plausible that she was involved in the merge.

and if they did merge it doesn’t necessarily mean that every part of them did. it could be an ennard-like situation where only parts of them were combined. and that would make sense with the fact that the fnaf 1 animatronics + the puppet are still possessed while Golden Freddy is too.

basically my theory is that five becoming one is the kids merging some parts of themselves together to make Cassidy.

i hope this was at least kind of readable and makes somewhat sense. again, this isn’t me claiming this is canon or anything i just wanna get my scrambled thoughts out there.

[greens-saline-solution]

Could you possibly do a Kyle Broflovski X catholic reader fluff? Where Readers parents don’t approve of the relationship because of religion and forbid the reader to see Kyle. However, They both still find a way to see each other. I know my writing is really confusing 😭 so no worries if you can’t do it.

Meeting the Parents

Note: I used to be Christian but was never Catholic so I’m sorry if I got anything wrong about being Catholic. You’re an adult so it's not like the parents can do much to forbid the reader from seeing someone, so I tried my best with it.

Warnings: parents disowning you

Gender: female

Relationship: established romantic

“I think I’m ready for you to meet my parents,” you say in a confident voice, but deep down you were scared of how your parents would react to you dating a Jewish boy. You know in their perfect world you would be dating a white, blonde, blue-eyed Catholic boy. “Awesome! I think I’m ready for you to meet mine as well,” you smile, you were excited to meet his parents, but also scared they wouldn’t approve either. You thought you needed to warn Kyle about your parents, knowing how they were. “My parents can be pretty scary, they are devout Catholics and I don’t know if they’ll approve of us dating… but we’re adults we can do what we want.”

“Oh, my parents are probably cool with us, if that makes you feel any better,” Kyle says, starting to stroke your back, “And if they do not approve of us, who cares, we’ll still see each other somehow.” You smile up at him, he was always so good at reassuring you that your worries won’t be as bad as you make them out to be. Kyle leans down and kisses you in the wooded area with a big rock you two claimed to be ‘your spot’. After he pulled away you two started texting your parents and set up good times to meet with them.

First, you and Kyle went to his parent’s house. You walked in and they greeted you with such kindness and then you all sat down and got to know each other. They were so happy Kyle had found a nice girl, they didn’t mind you two being different religions, especially because you weren’t too fond of yours. “Yeah, my parents were always super strict and I hated waking up early on Sundays to go to a mass that went on for what seemed like forever,” you said before they started telling you about Judaism. “Mom, it's not like she's gonna convert to it right now, or even ever, so she doesn’t need to know everything about it,” Kyle says starting to get a little embarrassed. “Oh, sorry honey, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was trying to convert you,” Sheila says. “Oh no, no you’re fine,” you say not wanting her to feel bad.

Soon enough you had to get back home for your work tomorrow. Kyle excused you two from his parent’s house, but not leaving before Sheila gives you both of you hugs. You two got into Kyle’s car and Kyle turned on the car and started pulling out of the driveway. “So, that went really well, huh, Kyle,” “Yea, they really seemed to like you, so I don’t think they have any problems with us being together.” “It’s good we got the easy one out of the way first, I apologize in advance, but I really don’t know how my parents will be,” you say, preparing yourself for the worst with them.

Two days later you meet up with Kyle at his house. For the past two days, you had been extremely anxiety-ridden thinking of all the things that could go wrong when Kyle meets your parents. You knocked and Kyle answered the door, you went right in for a hug. Kyle hugs you back but you hold him so tight and say “No matter what my parents say, I want to stay with you, just so you know, they might not approve of us having different religions.” “I want to stay with you too, no matter what they say we’re adults and can make our own decisions to stay together,” Kyle says, petting your hair and giving you a  kiss on your head.

You knock on your parent's door, hand a little shaky, Kyle notices and says “It’ll be fine, sweetie, we can get through this.” Your mom opens the door and greets you with “Y/N!” and a big hug. Your father, behind her, says “Hello you two, I’m Daniel and this is Jane, come on in.” Your mother lets go of your hug and you and Kyle walk in. You all start talking when you get to the topic of religion, “I presume you’re Catholic too, Kyle,” your father says starting to talk about your priest. “Oh, no-” Kyle interrupts him, “I’m actually Jewish.” Your father immediately shuts up and looks at you along with your mother. “Oh god, here we go,” you say in your mind. “y/n, a word please?” your mother says in a sweet tone as she starts to get up along with your father.

You get up, looking back at Kyle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look, and start walking with them to the Kitchen, leaving Kyle alone in the living room, twiddling his thumbs. “What in the h-e-double hockey sticks do you think you’re doing bringing someone like that in here young lady!” your mom quietly scolds you. “How many times have we told you that you are supposed to date and marry a Catholic boy?” your dad whisper yelling at you. “You have to break up with him right now. You are not allowed to see him again.” “Mom, Dad, I’m an adult, I can make my own choices,” your parents begin demanding you stop seeing him, and how you need to break up with him.

“Come on Kyle, let's get out of here,” you say angrily, picking up your coat and purse. Kyle assumed what had gone down in there was not good by your tone of voice. It was confirmed when your father shouts out “Don’t come back until you come to your senses!” as you walk out the door. You start quietly muttering about how they were so unfair and so ridiculous. You get in your car and start bawling your eyes out. Kyle gets in and starts rubbing your back, “It’s okay, y/n, they can’t control us.” “I have to find a new church, as long as I stay with you they don’t wanna see me at all, and I don’t want to leave you,” you look at him with doe eyes. “Oh, y/n, we’ll get through this,” Kyle says as he goes in to hug you. You appreciate the embrace, starting your car after. You speed out of your parent’s driveway and neighborhood. Instead of going home, you drive to the park where your guys’ spot was.

You two get to the rock in the middle of the woods, hop on, and lay down together looking at the stars and cuddling. You curl into Kyle’s side, still lightly crying, and hold him tight. You loved your parents, but you also loved Kyle, you were so mad that your parent’s just immediately frowned upon him just because he was Jewish. You also couldn’t go to the church you had gone to your entire life, you didn’t want to stop going to church though so that meant you had to look for a new one, which scared and intimidated you, but you knew that god would give you the courage to get through this. 

You turned your head to the sky, closed your eyes, and started a prayer. You praised god before you thanked him for what you had, and how your parents cutting you off wouldn’t hurt you financially nowadays. You then explain your dilemma, how you were dating a Jewish man and there was nothing against it in the bible, but your parents disapproved of it and were getting you out of their lives as long as you were to stay with him. You asked for help being able to stay with Kyle and keep a relationship with your parents, or at least guidance in finding a new church and becoming completely independent. You finish with an amen and open your eyes looking up at all the bright, beautiful stars. You sniffle and look up to Kyle, “I love you so much I hope you know, I’m so sorry about my parents being so insensitive about your religion and how closed off they are,” you say. “I love you no matter what challenge life would give us.”

[x-on-the-calendar-business]

ryan ross iceberg (tier 5)

tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

near end of the iceberg:

r.r. confessions twt account:

there used to be a ryan confessions account on twitter under this name, but it was deleted. however, people said the most unhinged shit on there and there was so much drama. i wish i could list specific examples, but i don’t have any unfortunately.

there is a new ryan ross confessions account here, but i think it was created after the last one ceased to exist [i]. this one also has some unhinged stuff on it, such as someone saying they used ryden theory for their gender studies class, and someone else claiming that ryan has a child on the way (they confirmed they were joking). also the person who claimed their friend hooked up with ryan in a bathroom or something like that.

there is just nothing going on in the ryan sphere so the stans are bored.

dank eyes:

this is the nickname for dan keyes because, when you look at his instagram handle dankeyes, it looks like dank eyes. in 2015/2016, this is how most of us referred to him. honestly, i still call him this most of the time out of habit.

light brown:

this is a…uh song? that shane morris (we’ll talk about him next) posted on his soundcloud in 2012 featuring ryan and danny fujikawa.

you can listen to it here for the lore:

shane morris:

buckle up for this one.

this is ryan’s former manager from about 2012-2016, and he was just an absolutely horrible person. the masterpost about all of his wrongdoings (which i will link of course) starts out with “tw: rape, self harm, abuse, pedophilia, body-shaming, sexism, swearing, talk of drug use, suicide, nazism, classism, generally dicky things,” if that doesn’t tell you how things are gonna go [ii].

there is so, so much that this could be an entire post itself, so i will give a tldr but link some posts for further reading. there’s a couple of things related to him that will also appear as their own entries, so i will save in depth discussion of those for later.

shane has a pretty extensive history of posting disgusting things on the internet: rape jokes, fat shaming, making fun of people who self harm, eating disorders, slurs, basically anything that is problematic. the post i’m going to link shows specific tweets and tumblr posts about this. he also has a history of bullying ryan’s fans, and the picture below is one of many examples of it.

so he was generally an abhorrent human being, but let me elaborate on some of the stuff specific to ryan. shane would often promise fans new music from ryan but never follow through with it, likely because ryan didn’t know he was doing this. he actually ended up leaking some of ryan’s songs, but we’ll touch on that again later, along with him impersonating ryan on both twitter and facebook. once he and ryan cut ties, shane also deleted ryan’s soundcloud, i guess in an attempt to “get back” at him and the fans by robbing us of music that was backed up anyway. he spread rumors that ryan is a drug addict and transphobic as well [iii].

the context that ryan is not really active on social media is so important here because he had no idea of a) the kind of person shane was and what terrible things he said on the internet, and b) the way he was attempting to sabotage ryan’s career.

don’t worry, shane is still at it with managing musicians and creating drama. he was travis scott’s former manager, and in 2021, he claimed that he helped travis fake all of his streams to launch his career [iv]. this could be true, but it’s shane so i always take everything he says with a grain of salt anyway. he posted the tiktok about it during the astroworld events, so it reads to me as an attempt to insert himself into the situation (which is so tone deaf for such an insane tragedy like) (and of course, i’m not a travis scott apologist either). i take it that he is still the same as he was 10 years ago.

like i said, there is so much more to cover about shane, but we still have more entries to go over in this tier. therefore, i will leave you with this link to the aforementioned masterpost:

and another link with some more information:

its for lovers or just friends:

i mentioned this in tier 4, but this is a quote from ryan’s last ever livejournal post from june 25, 2006: “You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)”

brie larson disneyland:

this refers to this picture of ryan at disney with brie larson.

i think it was from around 2017? they were hanging out because brie and alex greenwald used to date, and they were engaged before breaking up. there’s more pictures of them from this day in this twitter thread [v].

chelsey:

okay put your seatbelts back on cause this one is another entry that is a lot.

chelsey lynn is also known as the panic! stalker, and for good reason. she is a pretty terrible person and a lot of the reason that ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore. as discussed in an earlier tier, ryan and brendon did run into each other at a hooters and hang out, but around that same time, they tweeted each other occasionally, although they weren’t necessarily friends; however, the chelsey saga ultimately led to the complete ending of their friendship (which, granted, is not the worst thing in the world since brendon is also a pretty abhorrent person).

in 2012, chelsey started to catfish ryan pretending to be brendon. she did this by hacking shane valdez’s (panic!’s former photographer and brendon’s former roommate) facebook account and messaging ryan under the guise of brendon. she told him she wanted to rekindle their friendship and was able to get ryan’s number, though she claims she got it from one of his friends, which is still weird. she catfished him for nine (9) months. she was able to coax all sorts of private and vulnerable information from ryan, such as the split, his relationship with z, his childhood, and more [vi].

once a fellow panic! fan and tumblr user got chelsey to confess, she went to shane morris about it, who thankfully actually took it seriously (even though shane has his own history of impersonating ryan, but we’ll talk about that later). due to the general public finding out about chelsey’s wrongdoings, she released an apology, but no fans really accepted it [vi].

chelsey did leak screenshots of her texts with ryan, which i won’t post here because i don’t think it’s appropriate, but you can find them if you feel so inclined. she also messaged someone on facebook stating that she has pictures of ryan she could leak, but she’s “nicer than that” [vii].

as i’m sure you can imagine, once ryan found out the truth, he was pretty upset. he made some instagram posts right after that were fairly sad.

the thing is, chelsey didn’t even like ryan that much; she was just obsessed with brendon and sarah. she stalked their families as well, and even had a spreadsheet of all of their information. she hacked several of their accounts too. she took photos from their private accounts and posted them on her tumblr, posing them as “rare” photos of brendon and sarah [vi].

the worst part of all of this? CHELSEY REMAINED ACTIVE IN THE FANDOM. she had a popular instagram account, called brendonurievines, and sarah followed it.

sarah ended up leaving a comment on instagram about it, in which she says there is nothing but love between them when they see each other…okay then. she also says she doesn’t follow her which is just a lie [viii].

chelsey has met brendon and zack hall multiple times, even as recently as when brendon was in kinky boots. she has deleted her instagram, but her youtube channel is still up. she hasn’t posted in 2 years, but even in 2020, she was posting videos of brendon and sarah.

lastly, she posted a statement on her instagram stories about it in 2018, taking no accountability.

so in conclusion, chelsey is a terrible person and one of the darkest sagas in ryan’s life. the way she catfished him during an already rough time in his life and gave him false hope that he could rekindle one of his oldest friendships was insanely gross. she shouldn’t be forgiven for this, and although she isn’t active anymore, we still shouldn’t forget what she’s done and continue to hold her accountable. here’s a post you can read to get more details than i put here:

gremlin:

a far more lighthearted entry than the last couple.

in 2015, ryan dressed as a gremlin for halloween. we’ll come back to this halloween party in the next tier.

zooey deschanel:

in around 2011, ryan and zooey were friends. they appeared on each other’s instagrams and tweeted back and forth some. the pics of them together are from vicky t’s christmas party in 2011.

the tragic love life of ryan ross:

this a series of tumblr posts by @pathetic-at-the-disco that chronicle ryan’s relationships. it starts from his high school girlfriend (who most of fever was written about), and it was originally supposed to end with helena, but they left off before moving on to z berg 5 years ago. it also discusses jac, keltie, katie, and his fling in cape town [ix].

they are fairly long posts because they contain a lot of detail, but i definitely recommend reading them because they’re really informative. definitely very well done and impressive. in fact, i sourced them a lot when talking about jac and keltie.

if you remember, in tier 2 i said i would link more info about his relationships with jac and keltie later in the iceberg. so here we are:

this is another post for further reading that corrects some things that were incorrect in the original post:

hung out with freshmen:

i cannot find the source for this anywhere, but in an interview, ryan said that when he was in his junior/senior year of high school, he hung out with freshmen.

tweets that aren’t his:

back to shane morris i fear.

in 2014, he hacked ryan’s twitter. i’ll talk about the specific tweets he made in the next tier. ryan did find out about the hacking and tweeted this.

all of the tweets are still up, and his twitter bio still says, “Nope. It wasn’t me.”

this is my coming out party:

in 2009, someone hacked ryan’s twitter and tweeted this, and it was absolutely iconic. i actually quote this frequently lmao

ryan ross struggles:

this is a twitter account, ryanrosstruggle (shoutout kiki), who posts struggles from ryan ross stans. struggle accounts basically just post unhinged or cringey tweets (or other posts) from people within the fandom. there are other kinds of posts they repost, but it’s really hard to describe, so you should just go to kiki’s twitter to see some of the things she tweets [x]. here’s a couple examples:

up next, we finish the actual iceberg before diving into the deeper waters.

tier 6

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/ryanrossconf?lang=en

[ii] https://astroe.tumblr.com/post/42733669382/shane-morris-and-why-everybody-hates-him

[iii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172418363736/hey-can-you-elaborate-on-the-whole-shane-thing-i

[iv] https://www.dailydot.com/unclick/travis-scott-shane-morris/

[v] https://twitter.com/crossboydreamie/status/1569466922042802178?lang=en

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172832450316/the-time-that-ryan-ross-was-catfished-by-a-fan

[vii] https://dallonsmiles.tumblr.com/post/42837896821/here-are-a-few-screenshots-from-a-conversation

[viii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172147291981/last-year-i-remeber-in-a-comment-sarah-left-on

[ix] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171140808026/the-tragic-love-life-of-ryan-ross-all-links

[x] https://twitter.com/ryanrosstruggle

[aurora567]

Pandora's Gift Ch. 36

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.

Summary: It's party time. And a drunk Sakaki becomes entertaining.

Word count: 3664

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Even Bakugou had to admit that watching the pink woman and the tall lanky black haired man just standing there blinking there large round eyes at the dark haired omega who was sitting comfortably on his couch smirking widely at her old classmates who were struggling to place the strange omega woman who apparently knew them. It was clear as day the two did not recognize the woman right away. Then again Bakugou probably would not have noticed either had it not been for Kirishima who was truly the one to remember her.

“It’s Sakaki you bone heads,” Bakugou growled after giving the two a solid minute and they still had not realized it. The surprise on their faces had the woman cackling up a storm as she sat on the couch. Mina was quick to rush to the girl nearly jumping around like an idiot.

“No way. Is it really Sakaki Shinzuko? And O.M.G you're an omega! Girl! Why did I not know?“ Mina was off as she leaned over to pretty much smash the dark haired woman’s head into her chest as she engulfed her in a hug. Which was when Kirishima and Sasara had walked into the living room each holding a bowl of chips.

“Ashido I can’t breathe,” she growled at the pink woman who was smothering her before she dropped her arms and took a step back.

“Okay one question at a time. Yes I am omega and I hid it the entire time we were at UA. Because high school was hard enough trying to be a hero I did not need my second gender to be an even bigger hindrance. I never told anyone willingly,” she said simply trying to answer the questions that the other woman had asked.

“Awe I feel so betrayed I never knew, who all knows now?” Ashido asked seemingly a little hung up on this new information of her old friend.

“Well Kirishima and Bakugou knew since I’ve been stuck working with them. I’m sure lots of others have noticed I don’t suppress as heavily as I used to. I still wear scent blockers on patrol to be safe. But I do not go out of my way to hide it anymore,” she said simply with a shrug of her shoulders. She also did not flaunt being an omega hero. She was well aware of the stigma around how they were only good for rescue missions and the like. And that was not Sakaki’s taste in work. She was also aware of the dangers of an unclaimed omega fighting villain's. One wrong move and she could find herself claimed by one. And after watching the complete hell it had put Sasara through it was not something she ever wished to experience.

“Well it is so good to see you again. It has been so long. Kiri said you have been working for Miruko. That must be nice working for such a top rank pro. But you have been with the guys now for what two or three weeks?” Mina was once again going off. Her hands waving around softly she always had been easily worked up. Add that to the woman’s overly friendly nature and she was just going off with questions.

“I see you have not changed Ashido,” the dark haired woman said, smiling softly at the pink woman. But also it was an easy way to avoid answering the barrage of questions. She watched as the woman pouted softly.

“You don’t have to be so formal. We are old friends just call me Mina,” she said pouting softly as the dark haired woman still called her by her last name. She always called people by their last names. The only exception was Sasara, she was the only person she called by their first name typically.

Luckily in that moment Sero had walked up to the pink woman and offered her a beer before offering the dark haired woman one as well. Which earned the man a thanks from them both. Now it was Sakaki’s turn to smirk playfully at the pink haired woman.

“Enough about me. What about you? When were you gonna say anything about you and Sero?” Sakaki asked, smirking with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows which had both the pink haired woman and the tall lanky man blushing.

“It’s not like that,” the pink haired woman was oddly stuttering and blushing as if she could not go any more pink than she normally was. But even Sero was blushing. Sakaki struggled to contain her giggles as she watched the two standing in the living room each shifting from foot to foot embarrassed.

“Two can play at that game,” Mina suddenly announced as she looked between Sakaki and Bakugou.

“When were we going to learn about you and Blasty?” The question from the woman nearly had Sakaki’s beer end up shooting out her nose as she quickly started to cough as her eyes watered as her nose burned with the carbonation from the beer. Bakugou was even stunned for a moment. It took him over forty seconds before yelling was heard from the angry blonde.

Now it was Mina’s turn to giggle as she gently pat the dark haired woman’s back to help with her odd lingering cough. But at least it gave her a valid excuse to get up off of the couch to go wash her face, and try to blow the lingering beer out of her nose. It was her way of running away from the question as she listened to Bakugou continue to yell at Mina as she sat on the couch beside where Sakaki had been only moments ago.

Even once Sakaki had returned to the living room Mina was still a laughing idiot as Sero shook his head and Bakugou had given up on his yelling and had retreated to the armchair that sat alone between the two couches.

Spotting Sasara on the other couch curled up against Kirishima, Sakaki walked over to plop herself on the floor at the pale woman’s feet. Deciding she would try to help keep her friend calm although Kirishima seemed to be doing a pretty decent job on that front. It also helped that Mina was not harassing the poor woman who was just trying to hide behind her large red headed boyfriend. Maybe Kirishima could act as a barrier for herself too.

Things seemed to settle down the second Sero got the game system going and the boys had their controllers in hand. Deciding currently it was best to play just two player games at the moment as neither Sasara or Sakaki could care less about playing, that then had Mina also caring less she was just as happy to chat with the other woman as the men took turns. So the guys just took their turns playing against each other.

It was not till another knock at the door that had Bakugou get up since he was not playing at the moment to let the last of their visitors in. Of course Kaminari’s chipper voice was easy to hear as he barged into the house. It was his plus two that caught Sakaki’s eyes as an all too familiar head of lavender hair came into view.

“Hitoshi,” the dark haired woman called out a wide smile pulling at her lips as she drew the attention of everyone else as she greeted the tall lankier alpha. Of course her excitement surprised everyone but the two newcomers. Shinso just smirked lazily at the woman who was sitting on the ground in front of one couch with a beer in her hand, while Denki was quick to bound towards her pouting softly.

“Hey, what about me?” Denki asked, his bottom lip sticking out.

“And a hello to you to Kaminari,” she greeted but the electric blonde only proceeded to stick his bottom lip out even further.

“That’s not fair you called Shinso by his first name. I want to be greeted the same way,” the blonde said as he continued to pout.

“Fine. Hello Denki,” she said with a roll of her eyes at the blonde beta. How exactly Shinso could put up with him she could never know, but they always had looked adorable together. Still she smiled softly happy to see how the blonde lit up smiling widely as he stood before her as Shinso sat on the couch beside Sasara having a strong suspicion that was who Sakaki was sitting in front of on the floor. Denki was just as quick to slip to the floor beside the dark haired man and rather in between Shinso parted legs as he rested his head against his alphas knee.

“Oh Denki, Hitoshi this is Naito Sasara. Sasara this is Kaminari Denki otherwise known as Chargerbolt, and Shinso Hitoshi though I doubt you would have ever heard his hero name. Mind Jack stays pretty low. Or he did before recently deciding to actual get on the charts,” Sakaki said, smirking playfully at the purple haired man she was teasing as she watched him roll his eyes at her. Sasara tried to give both men a soft, still slightly uneasy smile. Being around so many hero’s was still a rather nerve racking for the poor omega.

“It’s good to be able to put a face to the name now when I run into Sakaki and she brings you up,” Shinso said lazily as he leaned back into the couch as his left hand moved to gently start subconsciously playing with Denki’s hair.

“Oh Uhm same,” Sasara mumbled softly as she leaned into Kirishima’s side a little more which had Shinso softly arch an eyebrow at the light haired woman before looking to the dark haired woman who simply smirked lightly. Denki the loud idiot like Mina seemed unaware of the woman’s slight discomfort as he turned his bright golden eyes into her.

“Oh your Sakaki’s friend. The one she met on that case some years ago,” Denki said, unaware of the slight sour look the silver haired woman gave him. Denki always did have a tendency to not always think before he spoke. That little ADHD mind of his just rattled off whatever came to his fried mind.

“Yeah that’s me,” the woman said softly though Denki only continued to smile widely at her. But luckily Denki’s short attention span had him already asking Sero and Mina how their work had been. Sero was still focused on the game he was playing as he tried not to let Kirishima win at their round of some first shooter style game.

Sakaki had finally turned her attention to glance over at the tall purple haired man sitting on the couch as he played with his boyfriend's hair. She watched his lips curl up into a small smirk and she silently arched an eyebrow at him as if to silently ask him what the smirk was.

“So when were you going to tell me you and grumpy were a thing?” The tall alpha she also saw as one of a few friends asked her in a low tone as to not draw too much attention to their conversation. That had her ears growing warm as she quickly glanced over at said blonde man who was watching her already and their eyes met before she quickly looked back at the other alpha beside her.

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” She grumbled under her breath as she tried to glare at her long time friend. But the blush on her face made it hard to keep the glare looking dangerous. And the look that Shinso was giving her only had her own embarrassment growing more. The look he gave her meant that he could tell, she could only assume that he could still smell Bakugou’s scent on her. She usually would have tried to say that of course she would smell like the man she worked with and who’s home she was in. But Shinso’s nose had always been one that seemed to be able to pick up even more things than anyone else she knew.

“So Denki how is it working with this tired old man?” Sakaki quickly tried to drag Denki in to save her ass. And the blonde did not even seem to notice he was being used as a diversion as he smiled over at her.

“Oh you know. It’s not so bad. He’s started doing more public work since we moved in together. Though I still can not get him to not work all day and night,” Denki said, smiling softly oblivious to the quick light glare the man above him sent.

“Does he still need to hit a coffee shop every four hours for a strong black coffee?” She asked, smirking as she glanced over at Shinso as she lightly joked about his need for coffee. Which had earned her an eye roll from the man she was teasing.

“Yep and it’s like clock work too,” Denki said, sounding a little amazed by his boyfriend's coffee addiction.

“I’m pretty sure he got that from Aizawa. Have you had to work with him when he can not get his coffee fix in? And I used to think Aizawa could get scary when pissed off,” She said with a laugh and over exaggerated shiver. Though she only laughed harder when a hand smacked the back of her head lightly.

“You’re one to talk. Last time you pulled an all-nighter on a job you probably could have put Bakugou to shame,” Shinso teased, well aware that the blonde who he had mentioned had been watching him and Sakaki since she greeted him. All eyes that were paying attention to Sakaki, Denki and Shinso had turned to look over at said blonde as he glared at them all.

“What!” Was the roar that came from Bakugou and had nearly the enter room burst into laughter. That was exactly what had been expected by everyone when the second Bakugou’s name was mentioned.

“Do you two work together a lot?” It was Mina who asked the question as she looked between Shinso and Sakaki. Though the look that seemed to light up in those dark eyes of hers was almost a little worrying to Sakaki.

“We worked on a few jobs together right after high school. But we have not worked together in what three years?” She asked looking over at Shinso who just lazily shrugged his shoulders at her.

“Sounds about right,” Shinso said, simply agreeing with her.

“Miruko stopped putting me on underground work. Doing more day time patrols and missions that had me working with other agencies lately. Like this mission with Blasty and Red,” Sakaki said as she thought through her timeline of how Miruko had been changing up the types of jobs she did trying to force her to work less independently nor allowing her to hide as much.

“Oh yeah Kiri said Miruko’s agency was working with them on that drug smuggling ring. I had no idea you worked for Miruko,” Mina was pouting by the end of her comment. Which just had the dark haired woman flash her a soft sorry smile.

“Don’t worry Mina. We never knew either,” Kirishima said, smiling over at the pink woman.

“Ha you should have seen the looks on their faces when they realized. Even Bakugou had looked something other than scowling and pissed,” Sakaki said with a light giggle as she glanced at Bakugou who was glaring at her. \

“Shut up,” Was the bark that she got from the blonde which once again had those listening laugh lightly.

“Well can you blame us? You dropped off the face of the world. It was a rather big shock when you introduced yourself,” Kirishima said, still not taking his eyes off the tv as he tried not to let himself be shot while talking.

“Eh I didn’t completely drop off the face of the earth,” no she just made sure to never work with old classmates other than Shinso for a while.

The night was pretty easy going, with everyone now present the game changed from two person shooter to some good old Mario cart where four people could play at once. Controllers were passed around based on who wanted to play more. But everyone got sucked into a turn or two. Beer bottles were also quickly starting to litter around the room.

At one point a tipsy Mina and sober Sero had volunteered to gather some up and make room for more fresh beers to come as they filled their hands up and headed to the kitchen. Though maybe calling Mina tipsy was a little too generous as her giggles could still be heard by Bakugou who was seated closest to the kitchen with his armchair.

Though his attention was drawn when he heard her mention Sakaki’s name. Should he have been eavesdropping? No but his three beers in already had him not thinking about that as he draw his attention away from the game that was going on as Sakaki, Sasara, Denki and Shinso were all racing.

“Sakaki seems really chummy with Shinso. Do you think there’s something going on between her and him?” Mina’s voice could be heard asking Sero.

“No way. He’s dating Denki,” Sero had retorted with a small snort.

“Oh come on we know those two don’t have much for preferences. And I'm pretty sure Shinso and Sakaki had a thing back at UA. I’m just saying I can see the three of them,” Mina said with a string of giggles as if she was thinking of what said three people would be doing together.

“Mina,” Sero tried to scold the pink woman but that only had her giggles evolve to full laughter as the two returned to the living room with a fresh round of drinks in hand.

Now Bakugou was sitting there nearly fuming over the idea as he watched the dark haired woman slamming her shoulder into Denki who sat on the floor beside her trying poorly to break his concentration as they raced around the track.

Bakugou could not deny he had been watching the woman closely and the way she interacted with the other alpha. And he did have to agree with Mina to some degree. It was clear the woman was friendly and comfortable around him. She poked fun at him any chance she got, she smiled at him and was just over all to relaxed with him for Bakugou’s liking. It did not matter that the alpha was already dating the blonde idiot sitting on the floor in front of him.

He could not help the quickly growing anger he felt seeing her sitting there so close to the two idiots paying them more attention than him, even though he had not even tried to strike a conversation with her. He could already feel one of his knees start to bob up and down as he struggled not to jump to his feet and step between them. Though it seemed he did not need to as his sour scent hit Sakaki’s nose and she turned to arch an eyebrow at the blonde.

That was a quick reminder they were not alone as he noticed Kirishima also looking over at him. Letting out a deep breath he struggled not to just blow up.

“What?” He finally snapped as the woman did not turn her attention back to her game instead loosing as she looked at him.

“Well someone’s cranky. What is it past your bedtime?” Sakaki asked her tone completely teasing but before Bakugou could bark at her Mina beat him to say something.

“Nah probably needs to get laid,” Mina said giggling as she watched all the eyes look over at her. Almost every one gave her a different look. Sero shook his head and mumbled she needed to be cut off. Kirishima almost looked worried as he glanced between Mina and Bakugou, then to Sakaki. Shinso was looking rather entertaining. Bakugou looked ready to kill the pink woman. And Sakaki was not sure if she was feeling embarrassed or not. After all she was well aware that Bakugou as of late was indeed getting laid. And with the teasing Mina had given them earlier she was also aware that there was something going on between her and him. Sakaki’s reaction of spraying beer out of her nose earlier had kind of given away that information. But it seemed in her drunken state that encounter was forgotten.

“I dare you say that again,” Bakugou was growling, the smell of smoke coming from his hands gave away how very close he was to probably either starting something on fire or exploring something.

They watched Mina open her mouth, fully about to say the words again as liqueur made her fearless of the angry blonde. But she never got to say anything as Sero slapped a hand over her mouth. Though when he made no move to remove it when she tried to pry it off that had in turn earned Sero’s palm and fingers a thorough wet lick from Mina’s tongue. Which had everyone but Bakugou laughing as the dark haired man pulled his hand away once Mina’s tongue was starting to try and slip between his fingers.

“What’s Bakugou’s issue though?” Was the soft whisper that entered her ear from the blonde beside her.

“Hell if I know. Everything makes Blasty pissed,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders as she passed off the remote she had used and grabbed her beer to take a swig of the drink.

Shinso had overheard the question his boyfriend had asked. And he had a good idea he knew the answer. But he figured it would be more fun in testing the blonde. Shinso always did enjoy any chance to fuck mentally with the blonde man.

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[originalcollectionartistry]

To be Claimed - SFW version

Hello friends! I found these marriage prompts by @brainbright for our favorite batchers! I immediately felt they struck gold and pushed this fic out in 12 hours.

I have two versions of this fic: a sfw and a nsfw. The sfw one ends before the smut begins so if you want sexy times, I'll link the sexy one at the end.

CW: brief violence, mention of misogyny, revealing of feelings, idiots in love.

Hunter x reader

Word count: 2197

Enjoy!!

You didn’t expect the mission to go as it did, but all of you were alive. That’s what mattered to you. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were all alive and Omega was safe at Cid’s. That’s all you could ask for.

Cid came to you with a new mission. In exchange for some pure spice, you and your Batch were to offer protection for a week to a leader from this backwater planet. The culture was rather archaic. Women were subservient and silent, to be seen and not heard and the men handled everything. Being on that planet made you grateful to have grown up on Naboo. You were in the same classes as Padme Amidala, or Naberrie as you knew her. You were quite a bit younger than her though. She excelled in her politics and academics, while you were more a physical girl. You would rather settle a fight with your fists than words.

You made the decision to keep your helmet on the whole time you were on this planet. Tech modified your armour to give you more protection on your chest and midsection, so your gender wasn’t obvious to others as it was to your squad. You were grateful for the voice modulator. It deepened your voice a bit, so it just sounded like you were effeminate man.

You were protecting the leader of this community for a week from some assassin. You didn’t know which assassin was after the leader, but you knew there were more bounty hunters around trying to lure you away from the leader. They’d threaten locals to make you distracted. So, you and Tech were stationed with the leader, while Echo, Hunter and Wrecker took care of the other troublemakers. As you waited for the all clear to move the chief from Hunter, you and Tech conversed quietly.

“You are certainly mistaken. There is nothing going on between Phee and I.”

Rolling your eyes, you pointed out that Phee flirted with him constantly with every encounter you had with the pirate.

“Tech, she calls you Brown Eyes at every opportunity! She pays more attention to you than any of us! She’s clearly into you.”

Glancing up at you from his datapad, Tech shook his head. “Regardless, I have no interest in pursuing Phee romantically. Not when I have the squad to look out for.”

That was the one thing you loved and admired about Tech. He’d sacrifice everything for his family without question or hesitance. You only hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed protecting everyone.

“Alright boys let’s move the bird out!” you heard Hunter through the comms.

You lightly pulled the chief to his feet as Tech told him it was time to move. Tech pulled up the rear as you held the lead, blaster in hand. You shot at every bounty hunter you saw, hoping to deter others from trying anything.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly met your fate at the end of a blaster barrel. You paused, looking at the blue skinned woman in front of you. You recognized her deadlocked ponytail and single antenna and clocked that Aurra Sing was in front of you.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she sneered. “My target handed to me on a silver platter by two clones.”

You pushed the blaster away from your face. “Sing. I should’ve smelled your disgusting perfume from atmosphere,” you hissed.

Chuckling, Aurra took aim at you again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you see before you die.”

“Like kark!” You pushed her aside, pinning her to the garden wall, shouting at Tech to move. If someone was gonna die, it was gonna be Aurra Sing. The bounty hunter took far too much from you during the clone war and so you had a little vendetta.

She kneed you in the torso, causing you to be winded for a moment. You immediately swung back, clocking her in her nose. As she backed away holding her nose, you kicked her head, bending her antenna.

Aurra became furious, lunging at you and pinning you to the ground on your back. You gritted your teeth, pushing her off as best you could but she had the advantage. Aurra took your viroblade from its sheath and moved it to your neck. As it dug closer to your jugular, you thought of your squad and how you’d miss them if you didn’t push her off.

Blaster shots rang out from your right, causing Aurra to pause in her assault on you. You turned your head, seeing Hunter and Wrecker firing at the assassin. Aurra quickly got off you and bolted, firing back at your boys.

Eventually, another bounty hunter picked Aurra up from your pursuit of her. You fired your blaster again at the small ship, hoping to bring it down but she escaped again. You prayed someone would take her out one day.

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You and the boys were celebrated as heroes and offered a feast in compensation. Never one to turn down a way to keep Wrecker full, you all gladly accepted. There was music and dancing and singing, in a way you’d never seen before. Sure, you had had parades on Naboo but nothing this extravagant. There were colours of red, blue, turquoise, orange and many more. You were carried on these little mini beds by some locals. You and Echo sat side by side, admiring all the colours and festivities.

“So, you gonna say something to Hunter? Once we’re back on the ship?” he murmured into your comm channel.

You looked at him through your helmet. You almost regretted telling Echo about your feelings toward your sergeant. Sure, there was nothing to stop you now from fraternising with squad mates, but the gods know there was something stopping you from revealing your feelings.

“Depends on how the rest of this goes. There’s always chaos to follow us so I’m just waiting for it to reveal itself.”

Reveal itself it did. As soon as you were all seated the leader gave a speech in their native tongue before gesturing to you to eat. You removed your helmet for the first time in days, grateful to breathe fresh air and eat fresh food. A collective gasp rung out from everyone except you and the boys, confusing you as you took small bites.

The leader and the elders look furious, yelling at you in their language. You were scared and confused, looking to Tech for an explanation.

Tech put his helmet back on and translated quickly, fearing the worst for your safety.

“Apparently, they are accusing us. We deceived them into thinking we were all men. According to tradition, all women of marrying age who step foot in the chief’s house, as we did early this week, are automatically married to him unless they are already claimed. Since you are of marrying age and do not seem to be claimed, he claims you as his wife.”

As Tech finished his translation, you were yanked from your seat and dragged through the seating to be thrown at the chief’s feet. You yelled and screamed, begging the boys to help you. They did, but not in the way you had expected. You almost wanted to face palm.

“She is claimed though!” Wrecker yelled out, looking to Echo for support.

Echo nodded, playing along. “Yes, she’s claimed by our Sergeant! They were wed last year!”

The leader looked from you to Hunter and back. Spitting out another question, Tech translated, going along with this idea. “He asked why we didn’t reveal that upon arrival. Why such deception?”

Echo looked to Hunter, who was both furious and concerned for your wellbeing, and tilted his head almost to say, ‘do something!’. Hunter was shocked at the turn of events but over his dead body you stay here as some archaic cultures wife. He came up to you and pulled you up to your feet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, he pulled you closer. You nuzzled into his chest, fearing for your life. You had no idea this culture was that antiquated. Hunter brought his hand to your head and started to gently stroke your hair, making it look like a husband consoling his wife.

“We didn’t want to put the other in danger. Should anyone find out we were wed, they would use it against us. We never meant to deceive you.” Hunter had Tech translate.

Hunter led you to the seat next to him. “You okay with this?” he whispered.

You smiled weakly, hating that this was the improvised plan the boys chose. “I kind of have to be, don’t I? You sure you’re okay with playing husband?”

Hunter took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. He could feel the leader’s anger at him and at you, so he laid the lovesickness on thick. Pulling you closer, kissing your temple, holding your hand and much more. You were blushing like crazy, wanting nothing more than this to be real. Gods you wanted this to be real. Hunter was so good at being loving. You wished more than anything that this was real, and you really were married.

As the festivities settled back into joyous ruckus, the boys encouraged you and Hunter to move into a private area so you could discuss things a bit more. You needed to make things convincing if you were to get out of there as one squad. You didn’t really want to leave the other three, but Hunter agreed it would make it look like you finally had some alone time as husband and wife. Shifting from one foot to the other, you reluctantly agreed to follow Hunter away from the celebration.

Hunter led you to secluded clearing, a short walk from the tents of the settlement. You sat on the ground, not facing him. He sat next to you, listening quietly to your heartbeat. You did not want to make the first move. You had no idea what to say!

Smiling, Hunter pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You froze a second but relaxed into his hold. Taking a breath, you finally spoke.

“I’m gonna kill Echo. I should never have told him about my feelings for you.”

Chuckling, Hunter squeezed your shoulders. “You really thought you could hide those from me? I can feel your heartbeat, I can smell your scents, and I certainly read your body language well enough.”

You froze again. You were a complete nong! Of course, Hunter could tell! He could feel the electromagnetic pulses from a base halfway across the planet! He would obviously be able to tell you had feelings.

Pursing your lips, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Figured you’d say something when you felt the time was right. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Laughing, you elbowed his ribs gently. “Well, you failed at that! I’m so embarrassed.”

Smiling and laughing with you, Hunter let his head fall to meet yours gently. “You wouldn’t have had to worry about rejection. The others have known about my feelings since you joined us back in the Clone War. Didn’t want to endanger you by risking fraternisation.”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. The man you had held feelings for, all this time wanted you just as much! Leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly over his, letting him control the rest. You could feel your heart beating harshly in your chest, and you knew Hunter could feel it too.

Hunter, softly took your chin and pulled you back to his lips, giving you a fiercer kiss than what you gave him. It felt amazing, to finally have his lips caress yours in a way you’d only had imagined prior to today. His were slightly chapped yet soft, pressing to yours softly as you keened for more.

Hunter pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his hips to have a better angle to kiss you. His hands met your hips, lightly pulling you down to meet his pelvis. Your kisses eventually became heated, as your hands pulled at his chest plate, wanting it off.

Moving to your neck, leaving little kisses and bruises, Hunter whispered into your skin, “Should we head back to the ship?”

Smiling, you pulled his hair lightly to bring his lips back to yours. “Oh, kriff yes!”

Hunter smirked, lifting you up from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.

You were in for a fun night.

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Echo was watching Wrecker show off his strength to some locals when all their comms beeped with a message from Hunter.

You might wanna avoid the Maurader for a few hours. We have some more things to discuss ;)

Groaning, Echo settled in for the night in his seat, waiting for Wrecker to switch weights until they got a comm, saying your “talk” was finished.

“It was only a matter of time,” Tech reasoned. “They’ve been pining for years now.”

Echo grimaced, knowing Tech was correct. This was gonna be a long night.

Hopefully this is one better than my last fic! I'll see if I can create a taglist somehow if anyone wants to be a part of that!

Thank you all!

Here is the NSFW version here

[newtthetranswriter]

Word count: 1703

Paring: Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fatgum) x Transmasculine non-binary reader

Summary: Being transgender and working with idiots can be really hard, but luckily you have the softest boyfriend ever.

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, talk of binding, people being dicks, mentions of food, let me know if i missed anything that should be a warning.

A/n: So little background, one this takes place shortly after the Shie Hassakai raid, so Taishiro is in slim form. Two I wrote this because recently at work I’ve been having a lot of trouble with people misgendering me even after having conversations with management about my identity. It's getting better but still feeling kinda shitty. Anyway, enjoy this comfort fic and let me know if you like it. Also, requests are open just check my rules and character list and feel free to ask for anything.

    Today was by far one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I just wanted to go to bed and not get up for anything. I spent the entire day at work being misgendered by coworkers, and customers, this really did a number on my gender dysphoria and self esteem. Every Time I was called ma'am, or heard someone refer to me as her or she I felt like all of the work I have done to pass as masculine was for nothing. I know I shouldn’t let these things get to me because people can be dicks but it still really hurts, especially when I've told coworkers multiple times that my pronouns are they/them or he/him, and they keep ignoring my wishes.

     My only relief is when I get to go home to my lovely partner Taishiro Toyomitsu. We’ve been together for the past couple of years and he has been supportive the entire time. He has been with me since before I started transitioning and didn’t even bat an eye when I finally came out and decided to transition. Tai always knows what to say when I’m having a bad day, and supports me in every way that he can. I don’t know where I would be If I didn’t have him.

     That’s why I was so relieved to arrive home to find him relaxing on the couch with take out from our favorite restaurant down the road. It’s like he knows when I’m having an off day before we even talk. I took my shoes and coat off, setting them by the door before plopping down on the couch leaning on his shoulder. While I enjoy the warm cuddles I get from him when he’s in his fat form, I enjoy being able to lean on his shoulder without struggle. 

      “Hey dumpling, you want to talk about it, or just eat dinner?” Tai asked as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

      “Food first, I just want to relax with you.” I was not ready to talk about my struggles of the day yet. He just nodded and reached for a take out container with teriyaki salmon and noodles, handing it to me with a pair of chopsticks. I gladly accepted it, ready to enjoy a meal with Tai.

      Before we could get too far into eating, Taishiro sat up from his current box of rice with a look of reliastion on his face. “You didn’t take off your binder.” He turned to me. I turned away slightly because I know what he was gonna say, sure he’s right I just can’t handle that right now. “Hey, I know you don’t want to, because of whatever happened today. But it’s for your own safety, I don’t want you hurting from wearing it too much. Tell you what, if you go take it off now you can wear one of my hoodies, and while you’re doing that I will put on How to Train Your Dragon cause I know it’s one of your favorites.” Tai encouraged me to go take off the constricting fabric.

       I nodded begrudgingly, before getting off the couch to find the giant hoodie I had claimed as my dysphoria hoodie. It took me a minute to get my binder off and get the hoodie on, making sure to stretch out my shoulders and cough to help expand my lungs after 8 hours of compression on my chest. Once I felt somewhat comfortable, I made my way back out to the living room. “Happy now?” I said as I watched my boyfriend finish what I assume is his third box of rice judging by the empty containers stacked at the end of the coffee table. He looked up at me with rice stuck to the outside of his mouth, he smiled at me and nodded. I sat down next to him picking my food back up and playing the movie.

       After about three hours, an entire table’s worth of food, and two How to train Your Dragon movies later, I was faced with a discussion I still didn’t want to have. “You should really talk about what happened at work. I know you don’t like talking about your struggles, but you can’t bottle it up all the time, dumpling.” Tai said, pulling me into his side.

       I nodded but took a minute to respond. “It’s just so difficult. I work so hard to look the way I want to and people just ignore it. They just assume because I have a higher pitch voice that obviously I’m a chick. I just wish people would take in more than one feature of a person before making assumptions, or ask before calling people something.” I began ranting, and like every other time I’ve needed to vent Taishiro just listened, rubbing my back. “I hate that I’ve explicitly told people ‘hey I’m non-binary and prefer these pronouns’ and they straight up ignore it. If I didn’t need this job I would probably quit. And I know what you’re gonna say, yes technically we could comfortably live off your salary as a pro, but I can’t sit around all day. I need to do something and not be cooped up all the time. I just wish there was a way to get people to pull their heads out of their asses and be respectful.” It felt nice to get that off my chest, I truly did like working and being out of the house, but dealing with assholes is so draining.

       Taishiro didn’t immediately respond knowing that it was necessary and just pulled me closer. It may not have been long since he used up his fat stores but I could tell he was steadily building it back. He was becoming less lean and softer. I was always in awe of how much he changed because of his quirk, it honestly made me slightly jealous and that thought led me into another rant. “Uhg, I'm so jealous of you sometimes you know. You have such an amazing quirk, you get to save people and they respect you no matter what. They don’t look at you and assume you’re lazy because of your fat form, they don’t treat you differently when you expel the energy from your body and become skinny. No matter what to people you are the BMI hero Fatgum. But when people look at me, I’m just some chick trying to pretend to be a guy. If only I had a quirk that let me change how I looked, I would be able to look how I want when I want and I wouldn’t have to wait ages to get approved for surgeries to make me feel comfortable in my own body. Hell if I even just had a quirk people would probably respect me more.” I finish slightly out of breath.

       I heard a sigh from above me and looked up at Taishiro. “Don’t say that. People respect you plenty. Plus you’re perfect the way you are. You are so much braver than most of the pro heroes I’ve worked with. You face the world everyday with a smile on your face even when you feel less than perfect. You treat everyone with respect even when they don’t really deserve it. And yes people will look at me no matter what and see Fatgum the BMI hero, but only you look at me and see Taishiro. You’re the only one who knows how frustrating it is for me to find clothes because of my size, or how tired I get after using up all my fat. You are the only person I want to see when I’m eating a grocery store worth of food in one sitting because it’s not a pretty site and I know you won’t judge me. The people love Fatgum because he can save them and not break a sweat, they love that in dire situations he goes from an 8 foot ball to a 6 foot lean attractive person. Being able to change how you look can be great but it can also be a pain. I wouldn’t want you to change the way you look just so other people stop being dicks. If you want to change the way you look, do it because that's what you want. And I’ve told you before I’ll pay for anything you want, if you’re tired of waiting for approval for top surgery I’ll gladly pay for it. If you want to quit your job because people are assholes, quit your job.” He went on his own rant trying to get his point across. “ And before you say it, if you quit your job you can come be my assistant at the agency, help me with paperwork and talk with Amajiki and Eijiro cause I know how much you care for those two.” He added on. We had talked about it before and I had always turned down the offer, but with how stressful my current job is it would be nice to work with people who actually respect and care about me.

      “Okay, I guess I’ll come work with you. It has been a while since I talked with the boys. I’ll put in my two weeks tomorrow.” He gave me his signature smile finally glad that after years of trying to get me to work with him I agreed. “Also thank you for listening and cheering me up. I love you so much Tai. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up to head to the bedroom for the night.

      Before I could get too far he pulled me back down to the couch, giving me a kiss on the lips. “I love you too, Y/n. I truly am proud of you, whenever you need to talk I’m always here for you.” Tai said before letting me up and following me to bed.\

      There may be bad days where it feels like nothing is going right but at least I know I have the most supportive boyfriend ever to help me through it.

[haunting-ranpo]

| Love you

Character(s): Kunikida

TW: Assumed unrequited love, technically misunderstandings, assumed attempting to lead someone on/play with their emotions (not necessarily romantic emotions)

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral reader || You’re like not far off of Dazai level annoying || So. Uh. Yeah I’m alive kind of. The theme for this blog has been bugging me for ages and I couldn’t get back in to writing on this blog before I changed but I was putting it off for ages because I didn’t know what to change it to. Back now though and gonna try and be more consistent which means I also have a back up new theme for once I can’t work with this one anymore 👍

“Kunikida, Kunikida, Kunikida, Kunikida-“

It’s after maybe your 25th repetition of his name accompanied by a poke to his shoulder that the blond still sitting at his desk gives a response, which comes in the form of a strained. “Yes. [Name]?”

Your shocked expression at both his response and his tone of voice - it was a little more biting than he had intended, he thinks - borders on hurt for a brief moment and guilt quickly rushes into his mind.

He’s prepared to apologise for his tone - despite it honestly being a reasonable response to your insistent repetition of his name, though he should have assumed that that was what you were going to do when he didn’t respond the first few times; too engrossed in his own work.

At least, he is until the hurt is quickly wiped away from your expression, so quickly that he immediately realised that you were merely messing with him - not an unusual occurrence. The following smile of smug satisfaction at finally distracting him from the work that he’s been getting through at a rather orderly pace made his brow twitch, but his annoyance was washed away as quickly as his previous guilt when your expression warmed. The smugness gave way to a genuine adoration that had his words catching in his throat before he could lecture you about the importance of the work that you were evidently not doing.

“Love you.”

He had half a mind to compare you to Dazai in that moment, bothering him and then deciding to end off with a disarmingly adorable gesture (this was something you were significantly more successful than Dazai was when it came to most people - Kunikida included and specifically) but Dazai was nowhere near this genuine. He had no reason to be and, at least, as far as Kunikida was aware, nor did you.

But Kunikida wasn’t aware. At all.

Constantly turning away with flushed cheeks whenever you would proclaim your love for him so openly and confidently, he had no clue about how genuine you were. He never saw the way that your eyes softened and your lips curled up in amusement when he did so, but brows furrowed - despondent if resigned - whenever he refused to look at you and assumed your love to be another one of your silly little jokes to rile him up.

But that was on you really. You did love to rile him up.

But he saw it now. He saw the way that you genuinely hoped that he would take you seriously. That you would get a response from him. Something, anything at all.

You decided to yourself that the way that he stared at you - rather than like you’d said something ridiculous or unbelievable - so hopefully, was response enough. For now, at least.

You could wait a little before the sincerity of your words had fully set in.

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💛

[la-principessa-nuova]

Long venting post:

I accidentally ended up visiting my parents tonight. Basically I was bringing back the dog after taking her during the day and my mom was just getting home and she was like, “are you gonna stay and talk or…”

And I felt like I should but I knew I shouldn’t, especially because my mom was on the phone with her sister and so I’d be waiting around for her to get off the phone first, so I was like, “No, I was just dropping off Lucy,” and I went home.

But then a few minutes later my mom texted me a picture of mail for me from the doctor’s office, which must have been sent before I updated my address with them. I eventually went to get it, and now my dad was home and my sister was there.

My dad was in the middle of ordering food and asked if I wanted anything. I said no at first, but it was from a place I’d been wanting to try and so I changed my mind. So then I’m waiting for the food and start talking, eat, and keep talking, and I end up there until like 11 PM.

And mostly it was good but then it was so bad. There was some stuff that was nice, like my mom and my sister were talking about makeup and I didn’t chime in because even though they know I’m trans I don’t think they’ve come to terms with the idea that I wear makeup and haven’t seen me in it, and also my dad was still awake in the other room.

Then later they’re talking about their hair and how long it is and stretching to see how far down it goes. I’m pretty dysphoric about my hair but I mostly just felt included in it so it was fine. Then my mom made a comment “I know you’re jealous” about the long hair, and I thought it was a nice inclusive thing to recognize that I’m jealous of them having long hair, but in hindsight, she might have meant it as a hair loss joke.

And then it took a turn for the worse when my sister said she’s planning on voting for Trump now. The thing that she said convinced her was him saying he’d make IVF free, which would be a big deal for her, but it’s also clearly a lie based on his past actions and obviously that ignores everything else.

But then it got worse because she started talking about the same conspiracy theory stuff my grandmother had gotten down that made it impossible to talk to her, and from her explanations it’s clear that she’s started getting conservative conspiracy theory TikToks and fallen for them.

But what makes it so hard to argue with them is that they both (my mom included) believe that the only thing politics really effects is how much they pay in taxes and stuff that effects other people far away that they don’t care about, and despite my sister sometimes claiming otherwise, they both have extremely xenophobic beliefs deeply ingrained, but they do things like say something awful and then say they were joking, or act like it’s the group they’re offending that just can’t take a joke, and how the real victims are the white people being called racist, and stuff like that.

So I’m like trying to make them see the they’re being brainwashed by all this conservative propaganda that they’re suddenly believing all this stuff, and meanwhile they’re acting like I’m being so unreasonable for being offended that they’re voting to take away not just my rights but all of our rights so they can maybe save money on taxes. Because in their view it’s ridiculous to get this worked up over politics.

And when I bring up a specific issue it’s met with one of the following responses:

Baseless speculation that maybe Kamala Harris also will do the same thing anyway or something worse because who knows

Dismiss it as not important

Glance around awkwardly because the elephant in the room is that they don’t actually want trans rights or feminism.

And the inherent hypocrisy in so many of their arguments. That gender affirming care for trans people shouldn’t be free “because it’s a choice I’m making” vs her PCOS treatments should be because that’s an actual medical thing. They’re literally both gender affirming care. The only difference is despite claiming to not be transphobic she doesn’t see me as a “real woman”. Or to have my mom and my sister sit there and tell me how the last thing we need is a woman as president.

They both hated Trump a few months ago. And now they defend his crimes and horrible behavior/personality while condemning Kamala Harris not based on even knowing anything about her, but just because they heard her talk and thought she seemed kinda fake.

So eventually I went home and I forgot the mail I went there for and now the night’s over and I’m so fucking tired.