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[hdusa]

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[angelfrombeneth]

MESSY - M . RIDDLE

Mature and Possibly Triggering Content Ahead

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Summary: You and your bestfriend of 13 years have a bit of a spat, that turns into her being a shit friend. So you also return the favour.

Warnings: SMUT, Implied Cheating, Slight mention of violence, Your bestfriend is a shitty friend, You do something shitty, Dom!Mattheo, Sub!Reader, Not been proofread - expect slightly grammar errors.

A/N: Thought I'd switch it up with Theo and do a Mattheo short. This is just a random draft. It's not one of my best works but I wanted to put something out cuz it had been a while. I've been super busy w my studies so I haven't had time to finish my other fics or any asks. So please accept this for now 🫶

"Hey Erica!" You smiled as you skipped up to your friend. Erica had been your best friend for 13 years. Your mother's were best friends before your mum passed, you grew up together and stuck by eachother no matter what. Even when you both got sorted into two different houses; she got Slytherin and you got Hufflepuff. Despite all odds, you both at in 6th year still going strong.

Erica turned to look at you, her eyebrow quirked. "What?"

You stood before her, confused with her attitude. "I thought we could go hangout in the pavilion together?"

She turned to her group of Slytherin friends and snickered slightly, bidding them goodbye before looking at you. "Sure, Where's Cedric?" You looked at her weirdly while you both walked towards the pavilion.

"I'm not sure, why'd you ask?"

"No reason, just suprised your both always at eachothers hip, it's weird he's not"

"Your right.. I should ask him-"

"No!" She cut you off. "Its ok, ill ask him for you, maybe he won't tell you the real reason"

"Thanks Erica" You smiled. The pair of you sat in the pavilion and gossiped about many different things.

You spotted Pansy across the pavilion waving you over to her and her friends. "Hey, I'm going to see Pansy, ill see you later?" You stand.

"Her? You're friends with her" Erica scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Whats wrong with Pansy?"

"Everything, she's just a fucking whore. All those guys she's friends with she probably sleeps with them all she's a wh-"

"Erica stop it. I don't know what your deal is... Pansy is nice to me ok? Just drop it" You looked at her weirdly from her behaviour.

"Your right, I'm sorry. I'll go speak to Cedric now for you" She smiled before rushing off.

You shrugged it off and walked over to Pansy smiling.

"Y/N!" She cheered as you sat down next to her. "We were just talking about how cute you and Cedric are, 3 months now right?" Pansy smiled at you.

"Yeah, it's going great, im really happy actually"

"Thats so good, Although we always thought you'd end up with a Slytherin boy" Astoria snickered.

"Really? Who, I don't even really talk to many of the guys" You quirked.

"Probably Theo, he's the gentleman out of them all, the best choice other than my Blaise" Daphne smiled.

You smiled at her, Her and Blaise had been together since 2nd year. They were like the powerhouse couple of Hogwarts, perfect in every way.

"Pans, did you and Erica have an argument she seems to have a strong.. hatred for you" You looked to the girl beside you.

Pansy looked up at Daphne and Astoria and laughed slightly before taking your hand. "I never did anything to her, she's just jealous I'm friends with the guys. She keeps implying I'm 'fucking them all' but I'm literally gay" Pansy snickered.

"Thats literally what I thought, I thought everyone knew?"

"Everyone does, Erica is just fucking stupid" Tori scoffed, crossing her legs over eachother.

"Tori-" Daphne glared to her.

"Besides its because her and Mattheo have this thing or whatever, and me and him are close" She shrugged.

"Mattheo? As in Mattheo Riddle?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Yeah- Why?" They all looked at you weirdly.

"Isn't his dad like.. You-know-who?" You whispered.

They all laughed at you softly. Pansy patting you on the back.

"You're so sweet and innocent" Astoria cooed.

A loud bell chimed around the whole castle you all stood up.

"Fuck, I have potions" Astoria groaned.

"You'll live" Daphne laughed at her.

"See you around Y/N!" She smiled to you as you all parted ways.

You sighed as you walked into the castle.

Over the next few weeks you hung out more with Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. Everytime you'd hang out with Erica she'd ice you out or something. You also notice Cedric just get more and more bored with your presence which just didn't make you feel any better. You had wondered what Erica and Mattheo were considering she never once mentioned him to you. At all.

You sighed, as you stared down at your tea leaves, poking at them with your wand.

You felt a gush of wind beside you as someone sat in the always vacant seat.

"I know this seat isn't taken, so I will be sitting here" You heard. You looked up to see Mattheo, smiling down at you.

"I take notice when my favourite girls start hanging out with another person, which means you must be a goodie" He smiled at you. "Y/N, right?"

You nodded smiling. "I didn't realise you all were so close"

"We are like a second family, since our actual ones are pretty shitty" He snickered.

Over the following weeks you had grown close to all the Slytherins, hanging our with them all. Occasionally Cedric would come over but he wasn't that interested which just irked you. He had apologised for his lack of presence that made you feel a bit better.

You and Mattheo had become quite close, to him he was quite fond of you. Found you very cute. Erica didn't like your friendship with Mattheo all of a sudden and this was the brunt of most of your arguments. You always apologised then backed away from the group for a day or so, but it was just like a forever cycle.

You had discovered, Mattheo and Erica were dating but you were confused as to why she hadn't told you but you didn't want to take it to heart, there must've been a reason.

After class, you walked down the halls, students rushing quickly to make it to their next class, as you walked down towards the Hufflepuff entrance you noticed all the Slytherin boys all hanging in the kitchen.

"Feeding time at the zoo again?" You snickered. The boys all turned staring at you like deers caught in headlights. This wasn't the first time you'd come across them in the kitchen. You had grown close with the Slytherin boys recently, but you had grown to know them more for you sort exchanges everytime you see them feasting away.

"Fuck- Y/N you scared us. I thought you were a fucking teacher" Blaise sighed.

"Why are you guys always here on my free" You quirked your brow.

"We just wanna see you so bad!" Enzo whined as you chuckled.

"Where you off to in a rush anyway" Draco licked his finger from the pie covering it.

"M' meeting Cedric in the common room. I'll see you guys later" You smiled to them before walking a bit away from the kitchen and entering the Hufflepuff commonroom.

If you could go back to 2 minutes ago when you were laughing at the boys stuffing their face with pie. You would.

As you rounded the corner towards the opening of the commonroom to froze, hearing giggles and.. moaning? What freak would fuck in the common room, you scoffed. What you didn't expect was who. You decided to just ignore the sounds and quickly pass up to Cedrics dorm when you caught a glimpse of an oh so familiar green gem clawclip thrown across the floor.

"Erica?" You raised your eyebrow as you stared at the couch.

You watched as Erica sat up, disheaved hair and messy makeup before the other person sat up to. That person being... Cedric.

"Cedric- Erica what the fuck??" You shouted at them both.

"Y/N- He threw himself at me, I swear. We were just talming and-" She gasped, standing up and changing herself.

"What No??- It's not what it looks like- She"

"SHUT UP!" you screamed. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to your stupid excuses. You didn't slip and fall into her Cedric be fucking for real" You scoffed at him, storming up to him and slapping him across the face. Your voice cracked as you yelled and turned on your heels and ran from the common room.

"Y/N WAIT!-" Cedric yelled.

As you rounded the last bend the last thing you heard- "Wellthat was easy, see you later Cedric" Erica cackled.

You thought she was your friend, best friend forever. She was a fucking liar. A disgusting whorey liar. You sobbed as you ran from the commonroom towards the stairs. You ran past the kitchen, the slytherin boys noticing you running. You didn't stop, you had to go to Pansy. You knew she had a free and she was in her dorm. So you ran there.

Third POV:

"Was that Y/N?" Enzo poked his head out of the kitchen confused by your rushed nature.

"She was crying- I hope she's OK.." Theo hit his lip slightly nervous for you.

"She's fine, probably stubbed her toe or something" Draco snickered.

Mattheo and the boys decided to ignore the fact Y/N ran past crying and it probably wasn't any of your issues. That was until he noticed two people sneak past the kitchen.

"Who was that?" Enzo questioned.

"No clue" Mattheo shrugged.

Your POV:

The next few days you spend sobbing and skipping classes. Astoria, Pansy and Daphne took turns looking after you as you wailed in their arms. Not only had your friend relationship fucked up. He cheated on you and with your 'best friend'.

When you told the girls they were pissed. You practically had to talk Astoria out of certain violent consequences. They stayed with you and comforted you for ages. The first few days were crucial.

You had recieved owls from Erica, explanation in her own fucked up words how the situation wasn't at all what she thought it was and how it was just a huge misunderstanding. You couldn't help but scoff at her bullshit.

Three weeks had passed since everything you left Pansys after a few days and stayed boarded up in your room for an additional 2 weeks. No one came in and no one came out. The girls were concerned for you but understood you needed time.

News travelled that you and Cedric broke up but nothing about Erica being a home wrecker. When you finally left your pit after nearly 4 weeks you had seen significant changes. You were quite pale due to lack of sun and nutrients - you didn't look sick you just looked tired. People noticed and just felt.. bad for you. What really set you over the edge is in these 4 weeks not only had Erica homewrecked your relationship- she had clung to the people you had become to get comfortable with.

This was the second time Erica had done this to you. In 3rd Year you had started dated Adrian Pucey when she swooped in and was making out with him. She had told you he threw himself at her and she was so sorry she didn't mean to hurt you and you fucking believed her. Now this was just proof she was a bitch and she expected you to just forgive her which is what you'd do, but you had to come up with a plan.

You walked down towards the Slytherin common room, and up towards Erica's dorm. Erica only had one other dormmate but she was in the hospital wing currently due to a mishap in potions.

You knocked on the door and the door swung open to reveal Erica. A sickening smile spread across her lips as she let you in.

"Oh Y/N- I'm so glad your here. I need to explain everything to you" She wore a fake pout as she hugged you before pulling away.

She was rushing around her room fixing her hair and doing her makeup as she spoke to you. You sat on her bed.

"I was talking to Cedric, about what I said when he threatened me. He was saying about how he'd hurt you and how he'd do horrible things to you if I didn't sleep with him Y/N"

Really. Does she really think you'd believe this. You had to try your best not to laugh.

"Erica that is so horrible- I know you didn't mean to- You'd never do anything to hurt me" You smiled.

"Exactly!" She turned to look at you smiling. "He was a terrible boyfriend Y/N you can do so much better- Look stay here. I'll be back, I have to go see Mattheo in the hospital wing but I'll be back soon. Then we can have a girlie night" She smiled again. That fame smile was irking you.

"Of course" You smiled as she rushed out of the door leaving you. How stupid was she to think you'd believe her bullshit lies. You peered around the room, groaning. Why did she get to keep a boyfriend after all of this.

Speak of the devil, the door swung open to reveal Mattheo, leaning against the door frame as he quizzically looked at you.

"Y/N? Where'd Erica?" He asked.

"Mattheo? She said she went to the hospital wing for you-"

Mattheo rolled his eyes scoffing. "I came here to break up with that cheating slut and she's gone to cheat. How ironic" He laughed, venom lacing his tone. "I know your friends but seriously you can do b-"

"Actually we aren't friends" You cut him off. "I was here to listen to her bullshit excuses on why she fucked my boyfriend" You scoffed.

"Cedric too?" Mattheo scoffed. "I don't get it, I was actually a good boyfriend to her, for once I wasn't the asshole" He laughed mockingly.

Mattheo sat next to you on Erica's bed as the pair of you sighed. It was quite for a moment before you spoke.

"Maybe she needs a taste of her own medicine.." You peered to Mattheo, who was now smirking.

"A dark streak for a little hufflepuff like you? Do go on" He bit his lip as he stared down at you. Now you look at it, Mattheo was twice the size of you.

"Maybe we could.. you know" You looked down.

"I'm a changed man Y/N- but fuck, my old ways would always come back for you" He smirked, referring to his last two years of THE player and heartbreaker of Hogwarts.

Before you could reply you heard a soft chuckle before Mattheo's hands are instantly all over you. He kisses you softly but needingly. The way his lips move against yours as his hands grab at the plush of your thigh.

You could almost laugh at his neediness but it turned you on even more. You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, needing more. Your tongues dancing upon eachother as you grinded down against his growing bulge. The softly moans he'd release into your mouth were enough to have you moaning.

You broke away shortly as the pair of you quickly stripped down to your underwear. You stood up, throwing your jumper and shirt off as you shimmied out of your skirt. Mattheo kicked off his trousers, throwing his jumper and shirt across the room just in time to catch you as he jumped onto him again. A light chuckle leaving his mouth as the pair of you sat pratically skin to skin.

"God you are so fucking hot" He smirked, biting his lip as you sat back down on his lap, as he sat at the end of the bed.

He watched as you, pulled your panties off, dropping them beside the end of the bed as you yanked at his boxers. Smirking as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach.

"So big, and you were all hers?" You smirked, pecking his lips softly as you pulled yourself closer, instantly sinking down on his length as you yelped at the size. His grip, harsh on you as his fingers dug into your hips,his eyes slightly rolling at the sensation.

"Fuck-" You sighed out as you wiggled down on him, reaching back to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside, before pulling him closer and smashing your lips onto his yet against as you grinded down against him.

You gasped, as he gripped your waist, thrusting up into you as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Dont be a bitch Y/N" He smirked against your mouth as your tongues tied to one another as your hands roamed all over. His hands reached to your ass, squeezing, gripping and slapping the flesh as much as he could as your hips buckled against his, his cock burying itself deeper inside of you.

"mm.. J-just like that" You sighed, reading your head against his shoulder as you rocked your hips back and forth against his, sighing at the sensation.

He couldn't handle it much longer as he threw you down against the bed, giving you time to get on all fours as he kicked off his boxers as he gripped your hips and began to piston into you. Your back arched as you gripped the sheets, your teeth sunk into the duvet as you whined into the cotton. You could practically hear his filthy smirk as you whined. His hands aggressively gripping at your love handles as he bounced against you, pulling you back harshly with each thrusted rebound. The way your skin slapped loudly against his as it collided. The way your ass, bounced against his thrusts sent him over the edge.

With each thrust, his hand would grasp at the flesh of your ass, squeezing it or slapping it as you whined down into the mattress. A filthy smirk spread across his face.

"Oh fuck!-" You gasped as you whined, eyes rolling back slightly as you gripped at the sheets.

"Good girl- Good fucking girl.. Taking it so well" He growled from behind. His voice just made you even wetter, the whole situation had your stomach in knots.

He continued on your ass as you gasped for air, his hand yanking at your hair, collecting it into a messy ponytail as he yanked you up and back against his chest. His free arm snaked around your waist, pushed down against your lower stomach, intensifying each thrust as you could feel the pressure of his arm. You whined out loudly, gasping at the sensation as he took the chance to let go of your hair and wrap a hand around your neck.

You gazed to the side to look at Mattheo, as he smirked, before kissing you roughly. His tongue instantly sliding into your mouth as you sighed into the kiss. Toying with his tongue as his cock made at home inside your walls. The way he thrusted in and out like he owned it had you on the edge.

You broke away momentary, gasping for air as he pulled away completely. The emptiness between your legs prominent as you whined, falling forward but catching yourself, moving to lay on your back against the bed, looking up at him.

"Miss me already" He laughed, sweat dripping down his body as he stared at you smirking, as he climbed ontop of you, kissing down your neck, sucking softly at the skin.

"Fuck- How can I not, when you look like that" You chuckled, running your hands up and down his naked body. You couldn't help but let your hand linger over his stomach, as your fingers dipped between the crevasses of his chiselled chest.

"You're bad, fucking your bestfriends boyfriend" He smirked, biting his lip as he hovered over the top of you, his hand pumping his cock as he stared down at you.

"She did it first, I'm just returning the favour" You smirked, pulling his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. You could feel Mattheo smirked against you as he lined up yet against to thrusts into you. His forehead against yours as he smirked down at you.

"You are so cute, shame it took this to see your dark side" He laughed as his thumb caressed your cheek softly, pecking your lips as he slowly slid back into you. You gasped, arching your back, as your chest pressed up against his as your body shook below him.

"God, I fucking love how you just melt at my fucking touch. So slutty" He laughed lowly in your ear, as he nibbled on the shell of it before biting at your shoulder and sucking on it as he began to thrust.

As he began the thrust at first they were soft, his lips peppering kisses all down your neck and collarbone as you whined softly under his touch. You watched as he licked the bruises that had formed across your skin as he smirked down at you. His smirk was sickening. Sickeningly sweet.

His cock sunk in and out of you like it was moulded for you. The way you whined and moaned into his ear had him harder than ever. He was obsessed with you and the pretty little sounds you made.

As he fucked you, he tossed your leg over his shoulder as he continued to fuck you at such an animalistic pace you were unsure if you'd make out of this in one piece. Your stomach, knotted at the pleasure. You hummed and whined as his cock thrashed in and out of you as he whined.

His lips capturing yours once against for a kiss, yet this time deeper. His lips moved so sensually against yours, as he kissed you with such passion. His hand, clasped around your neck as his tongue slid in and out of your mouth as the pair of you hummed. It was like time stopped and it was just you. You had never been fucked this good before, but thanks to Mattheo you now had.

You continued to whined with each thrust, gasping as you gripped at his hair, tugging on it. Mattheo's slight chuckles at every whine that left your mouth sent you spiraling.

As he kissed your deeper and fucked you harder you heard as scream, causing you both to pull away from the kiss. But that didn't stop Mattheo from railing the fuck out of you still. The pair of you looked over his shoulder to see Erica stood in the doorway. On urge you went to pull away from Mattheo in embarrassment but he held you down, smirking back at you as he sped up causing you to arch your back, screaming.

"Mhm- Fuck.. Your dick is so perfect" You whined as your gaze slightly lingering on Erica as the pair of you made eyecontact before you arched your back, leaning back and gripping the headboard. as he fucked you into the mattress. Your body recoiling against the thrusts as the bed creaked and shook.

The two of you edging closer to your high before you both case against one another. You pulled him closer as you kissed him deeply. Moaning softly into his mouth as you creamed his cock. Sighing softly as your body slowly loosened up.

Mattheo pulled away, smirking as he licked his lips. The pair of you had forget Erica was in the room and could more than happy stay like this until you heard a shrill shriek. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She yelled.

The pair of you untied from one another as you sighed, standing up and pulling your clothes back on, as Erica stood in shock at the two of you.

As you buttoned your shirt, you threw your jumper of your shoulders as you grabbed your heels before walking around Erica. "Just returning the favour" You smiled at her wholeheartedly. "Have fun cleaning" You turned to Mattheo before you left, shooting him a wink as he still led against the bed, bare naked.

"You- WHAT??" You could hear the cogs turning in Erica's head as you felt the scene before hearing crashing and screaming. Now she knows how you felt I guess, and well.

She deserved it.

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[vee-xxo]

Bakugou x non-binary AFAB reader hcs + scenario ! !

This is entirely self indulgent, but if you enjoy it please let me know.

Reader uses they/them.

Warnings: fluff, very light discussion of gender dysphoria, soft bakugou, hopefully not too ooc

First things first; Anyone saying that Bakugou would be bigoted in any sense of the word needs to start brainmaxxing cus what the hell babe

He straight up could not give a wet shite tbh 😭

Not as in he'd not accept your identity ofc, he knows you're serious abt this, so he obv takes u seriously as well

He's not super educated. Knows gay ppl exist, knows trans ppl exist. Just more extras standing in HIS shadow as the spotlight shines on HIM

I imagine him cussing someone out, them correcting him on their pronouns and him just repeating the insult with the right ones

"what the hell are your pronouns so I can insult you properly"

Ok let's rlly get into it now ok!

So, after some good thinking and research to rlly understand yourself, you decide to tell your boyfriend on a quiet evening in his dorm. He's sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, dogs out unashamedly. Meanwhile you're sitting across from him, playing nervously with the cuff of your sleeve and preparing yourself to tell him. "So?" He looks at you, his elbows resting on his knees and his back a bit rounded. You look at him again, and after a short breath, "I think I'm non-binary." it slips out.

He looks at you. You look back at him. For a second, you watch the gears turning in his mind. He's sure he's heard, or at least seen that term before. Something something gender, right? Gender... Transgender?? He looks at you again. Your heartbeat having picked up significantly now.

"So you're..." He squints, and you feel a cold sweat on your back. "You're not a girl?" Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you slowly nod. Again, he takes a moment to process this new information. "So... But, you're not a guy either. Right?"

A sliver of hope sparks in your chest. Again, you nod. He also nods, slowly, and very softly. "How uh... how'd you know?"

You look down, gulping although there's nothing really stuck in your throat. "I wasn't comfortable being a girl." Your voice is quiet, and the last part comes out as a mere whisper. "...It's hard to explain."

His expression seems focused, sharp but soft. He's a little lost, honestly. So, you continue explaining. "For a while I thought maybe I wanted to be a guy, or maybe I just liked appearing more masculine sometimes. But I don't fully feel pulled that way, I guess. But when I thought that maybe it's just a phase and I'm really just a girl, I'd feel upset. Because I don't want to be a girl. I don't feel that way. That's just not... Me."

His hand is placed on his chin, he is listening. Your mind searches for something, anything that could be a hint of discomfort or disgust, but he's just... Listening.

He places his hand down again. "So." Your eyes flicker to his hand movement, then back up to his face. "What do I call you then?"

Your breath halts for just about half a second. "Er, I guess uh, partner? Or significant other? That's what people do online I think." You don't think, you know. After all you've asked all of these same questions before, by almost obsessively typing them into your browser and reading through half the internet every other night.

"Eh, that's a bit long." He scrunches his nose for a short moment. His eyes are darted somewhere on the bed, not really focused on anything. Your chest feels strange. It was tight before, all knotted up. But now it's just... Weird. Overtaken by a strange, swirly sensation. "Wait." You say. "Doesn't it bother you?"

He looks at your eyes again. "What?"

"Well, you like girls don't you? But I'm not one." You move up your hands, gesturing to him. His almost underwhelming reaction not really helping your anxiety. "And like, referring to me differently, wouldn't that bother you?"

His brows scrunch together a bit. He sits up a bit more straight than before and says "What, ya think I can't switch up a couple words for you? I wouldn't be dating you if something simple as that could turn me away, you know." The tone of his voice feels a bit hard, a bit tough, but it always does that.

"Also, I don't like anyone 'cept you. Dun' matter if you're a girl or not."

You let go a breath you didn't know you were holding. The tension in your chest, shoulders and arms falls. He sees your relief and continues. "So, what do I call you now?" He asks again, looking directly at you.

"Oh, I haven't really decided if I want to change my name or not. But uh..." You look down at your fingers playing with your sleeve. "I think I want to be referred to as they them. Like, my pronouns I mean. Instead of she and her." It felt weird to request this, many people still didn't know anyone today who'd use only they them, safe for a few celebrities, who would often face controversy for that despite how silly it was.

"Alright." Katsuki straightened up again. "That's easy." He smirked at you, the rest of his face completely relaxed again.

"Huh?" You looked up at him. That was it?

Katsuki leaned back and turned his head as he reached for his phone on the bed's headboard. "So you're free on Saturday, right?" He opened his calendar app, that organised weirdo.

"Uh, yeah?" You were still confused on how quickly he switched topics after such a tense conversation, at least to you.

"Good. Then we're going to the mall. Shithair and Raccoonface wanted to go fall shopping. Figured you'd wanna join."

He was typing something on his phone, meanwhile you remained quiet. Once finished, he stared back at you, his eyebrows furrowed together again. "What?"

You shift a bit, changing your seating position. "Nothing! I just uhh... I didn't think we'd be over me being non-binary so quickly."

"I'm not dating you because of your gender." He says, very matter of factly, eyes still fixed on the small screen.

Huh.

"Huh!" You say.

"How much money do you have right now?" He suddenly asks.

"Oh uh, I'm not sure-"

"Forget it, I'll just pay. The others wanna go eat that McJunk with us again."

You lean your weight on your hand, resting on the mattress next to his leg, looking at his phone as he types something in the Bakusquad group chat.

"You don't have to do that, Katsuki." You say.

"I want to. You're my lover." He says the last part just a bit quieter, and you can't help but smile.

His lover.

[myrmyrtheorca]

Myeeeeell! Hi, hi~!! I hope you're doing well, dear! I'll ask about my personal favourite: Lidija. "What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?", "Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?" and "What type of environment does your character like best?"

Hello Momo 🩵🩵 boredom at work strikes again so it's time to be productive and keep answering questions~

Putting this under the read more jail because Lidija has a lot to say about dresses LMAO

- What would [Lidija] wear if they were told they had to gussy up: ok disclaimer, I've never heard of this expression before so I had to look it up, hopefully I understood the assignment here and answered correctly if not please feel free to tell me if I missed the mark 🙏 if there are any subtle meanings to the phrase I'm pretty sure I didn't catch them lel

After freaking out from the excitement of being invited to some event where she can dress up and taking approximately one week (in the best case scenario) to choose what to wear, our little princess will be up and running ready to blind you with her sparks! This sounds like PR and it is, this is a Lidija-sponsored post here we celebrate the marshmallow

Her favourite choices include long dresses, because she feels really uncomfortable when her legs are showing, even if it's just the ankles. The puffier/larger/more full the skirt is, the better: anything too tight will show her silhouette and hinder her when it's time to ✨dance✨ (she's convinced it's an established part of every social gathering) So no cocktail or sheath dresses, and mermaid ones only when she's super confident about it.

She has much less problems with showing her shoulders and arms, though, and this makes her a big fan of strapless dresses! I'd say her perfect fit would be a strapless top with a gown-like lower half, and an empire or basque-style waistline.

You'll probably notice I've only talked about dresses, and that's because it's her favourite thing to wear. Long palazzo pants are the most daring piece of clothing she'll wear. She's a big fan of blouses knot right under the bust though! So if it's a more informal type of gathering, she'll probably attend with one of those and a long high-waist skirt.

As for shoes and accessories, high-heel boots are her go-to for anything. In general the higher the heels are, the better. She likes to style her hair a lot and has scrunchies/pins/circlets for every occasion. She must stand out, she's royalty!

Favourite colours: pastels, shades of red, ABSOLUTELY NOT PURPLE.

Favourite patterns: polka dots, Scottish,plain with sparkles/small shiny decors, lace.

- What type of environment does [Lidija] like best: the bustling streets of a big city! Much like Myr, Lidija likes places full of stimuli (and shops). She's very extroverted and feels at ease in the crowd. Bonus points if it's one of those picturesque villages aimed at tourists like Cortina d'Ampezzo.

- Would [Lidija] prefer something bought or made personally: if you make something for her with your own hands she'll find that very sweet and thank you profusely.

Having said that, if you bring her to one of those fancy malls and there's a Celine or Yves Saint Laurent boutique... she'll find that VERY sweet and will thank you PROFUSELY.

May the lord himself financially help whoever she ends up with.

Ok memes aside, she really values it when someone takes the time to make stuff for her, because it doesn't really happen often. But if given money, she's a menace and spends it in the blink of an eye, so letting her indulge in her shopping habits by giving her a hand would also make her super happy.

[violentlyexplosive]

man, trying to find good fan-written work featuring a blind/visually impaired character (or reader) is like wading through waterfalls of literal shit. like I hate being mean about this kinda stuff, I understand not everyone on the planet knows what it's like to not be able to see properly, but for the love of GOD, GOOGLE IT. OR ASK SOMEONE. OR JUST DON'T WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU KNOW LESS THAN NOTHING ABOUT.

if you're hell bent on writing a visually impaired or blind person, here are some quick pointers so you don't come across as an ableist prick:

99% of us don't hate being blind. some of us were born this way. others have had plenty of time to come to terms with whatever happened to us. for a whole lot of us, it is simply a fact of life, and not something we even really think a lot about on a day to day basis. I am sure there are tons of low vision people out there that do hate it, but it is an incredibly individualised and nuanced experience. please for the love of all literary goodness, don't do the whole "oh woe is me, I'm blind, however will I go on!!!" thing. it's tired, overdone, and frankly a little insensitive.

WE DON'T JUST SEE DARKNESS. WE DON'T SEE BLACK. WE DO NOT SEE. for some people, like myself, we have significant vision loss, but can still see clearly enough to move through life without much difficulty. for others, they might have large blind spots, and small sections of vision to rely on. only a very small percentage of us have absolutely 0 vision, and in those cases, it isn't "darkness" or "pitch black" that one sees- it is nothing. I know it can be hard to wrap your head around, but a common example used is: bend your arm and point your elbow forward. what does your elbow see? nothing, right? not blackness, not darkness- just the absence of sight. that is what total blindness looks like.

ok, so I'm aware this one people are getting better about, but it bears repeating: blind people do not touch faces to "see" them. why the fuck would we do that. I'm sure with close family members, romantic partners, or even friends, it may be something one does just for the fuck of it, or to make note of a specific feature (i.e. hair texture, nose shape, scars, etc,) but nobody is out here using their fingers to map out people's faces just on the reg. do you have any idea how awkward that would be. I don't know where your face has been, and I'd frankly rather just imagine the specifics of your features and admire your blurry visage WITHOUT my fingies, thank you very much.

OUR OTHER SENSES ARE NOT MAGICALLY ENHANCED. we're not superheroes, we're disabled. sure, over time, we might come to rely on our other senses more, and hone them better, but we're not fucking Daredevil. I can't hear the buzzing of my lightbulbs because I'm legally blind and super cool (unfortunately,) I hear them because I'm fucking autistic.

a good chunk of us don't know how to read braille. an unfortunate side effect of having text to speech functions on phone cameras is the loss of this skill. if i can't read something, I ask someone else to read it for me, or I take a picture and zoom in. braille differs from country to country, language to language, etc etc. even if I learned Irish braille (written as Gaeilge, by the way, so not even in English!) I would not be able to read braille in my native language of Swedish. and beyond drugstore products, it typically isn't used much. I've rarely, if ever, found braille menus, instruction manuals, books, etc. and with modern technology, learning and knowing braille is falling increasingly out of style.

not all blind eyes look milky/all white. my fully blind eye is constantly closed, but my functioning, legally blind eye is perfectly normal in appearance. in fact, you've probably met one or two people in your life who would qualify as legally blind/low vision who function and, through all outward appearances, are no different from you.

we are not weak little babies that need protecting. I'd argue that visually impaired people can probably get around better than some fully sighted people, purely because we're forced to be more aware of our surroundings. not to mention some of us have guide dogs or friends/family/what-have-you to help us manoeuvre when necessary. just because we can't see well doesn't mean we're damsels in distress incapable of wiping our own asses. we're people with personalities and skill sets and life experiences, not infants.

ok so I'm sure this has come across as aggressive and/or rude, but yknow what? I don't particularly care anymore. I have seen far too many ignorant and uneducated people try to write or otherwise portray blind/visually impaired characters using guesswork and stereotypes from television, and I've just hit a wall in terms of being able to disregard it and not care. I do care. a whole lot, apparently. I'm tired of seeing random people on the internet deciding they'll write a low vision character and butchering it so terribly it makes me physically cringe. if you have to write a character with a visual disability, I implore you to read a fucking book, google it for 15 minutes, hell, make a reddit post or something to ask actual visually disabled people about their experiences so you're not making a fool of yourself, talking out of your ass and insulting an entire category of human beings. it is that easy.

[funnier-as-a-system]

ok wait question kinda abt plurality can an alter cause like. gender envy in a way? like the really bad kind where u think ur gonna cry if u cant be that guy immediately. maybe thats closer 2 straight up dysphoria idk. and like if so can i also ask like. how i guess?? like would it be them just wanting their actual body?? asking specifically in a case where theyre either not fronting at all or are maybe cofronting but being like really super subtle about that fast

This seems like complicated situation for you. To summarize what I believe is going on, you are envious of another alter in your system to the point it is causing you emotional distress, correct? And this distress is either similar or identical enough to gender dysphoria that you feel making the comparison is at least somewhat accurate, but you're not sure why it's happening, or if it's even possible in the first place. (If I have misjudged the situation, please do let me know.)

Firstly, I'd say this is possible. You're experiencing it, aren't you? That alone makes it possible; dysphoria, gender envy, and systemhood are all personal and subjective experiences, so the only way to judge how "possible" a situation like this is is to ask if there's a personal account of such experiences, which you have. Perhaps you've gotten some wording or details incorrect, but I'm not worried about that. The gist of the problem is communicated well enough, and I believe you when you say you have this problem, so I'd say yes, this is possible.

Besides – similar things happen with singlets. There are plenty of trans and genderqueer people who want to look/sound/etc a certain way, and who get dysphoria from seeing or being around those that are, in their eyes, living as they wish they could. It's not too terribly hard to believe that the same thing could happen in a system.

Secondly, I can't say for certain "how" this has happened, but I can make some guesses.

If it's something that only pops up when this alter is fronting, it may be a matter of behavior; many actions, both subtle (like the way one stands or takes off a shirt) and not (like the hobbies or career a person has), are seen as traditionally either masculine or feminine, and it's possible that this alter behaves in a way that is usually considered more masculine or feminine.* For example, if you have dysphoria over appearing masculine, and this alter happens to stand in a way that is traditionally considered feminine, you may find yourself experiencing dysphoria over not standing in a way that is "feminine enough" by comparison. In short, the (subconscious) line of thought here is, "They're acting in a way that clearly communicates the gender I feel I am, but I'm not as good at acting that way, which makes me dysphoric."

There's also the matter of... well, for lack of a better term, vibes. Some systems are able to "sense" their headmates/alters to some degree, and sometimes alters can "feel" masculine or feminine. Or, if it's a matter of internal communication, an alter may "sound" masculine or feminine – or, if it's a matter of appearance in the innerworld, an alter may appear more masculine or feminine. There's a lot that can go into expressing gender, even in your own head! If you feel your gender presentation/expression doesn't match your desires as well as your alter matches it, that may be a source of dysphoria. To restate a point made earlier, this is something common for trans and genderqueer singlets – no reason why it couldn't happen to you, too.

Gender dysphoria is tricky as a system, as not everyone may be able to properly present as themselves. Alters who are dysphoric over having breasts may find themselves in opposition with alters who would feel dysphoric without breasts. Alters who find their body's deep voice to be euphoric may be in opposition with alters who find such a deep voice to be dysphoric. So, yes, it may be a case of wanting your own body – one where you can make decisions about presentation and transition without worrying about causing stress or tension in their system. But that's not really what you're getting at, is it?

You were asking about how one may have distressing gender envy – or dysphoria – as an alter. I believe I've answered this to the best of my ability, although it should be noted that I am not an expert on your mind or gender. These are merely theories based on what I know about your situation and the accounts I've heard in both system and genderqueer spaces.

Now, then – why don't we discuss some methods that might decrease your dysphoria?

There are, of course, the classics – voice training, gender affirming clothing, gender affirming hairstyles, packing or binding. There's also using makeup to make your face appear more masculine or feminine, or engaging in specific hobbies that are more closely associated with your true gender, or at least less closely associated with your assigned gender. For system specific tips, I would suggest trying to give yourself a more affirming appearance in headspace – it may take a while, and isn't achievable by all systems, but we've known many alters and headmates that could partly or fully change how they look in-sys, given enough practice of visualizing themselves differently.

You're far from alone when it comes to dealing with gender dysphoria, anon, even if it's from such a specific cause. Why not look up some other suggestions on how to reduce gender dysphoria? Remember, though, you know yourself best, and that means that whatever gender you feel you are, you are that gender, no matter what your dysphoria says.

Hope this helps and you have a good day, anon!

*(Note: I focused on masculinity and femininity because it helped keep my response and explanation as clear as possible, but similar cases could be made for androgyny or other gender related expressions/identities.)

[aspd-culture]

I think my friend has ASPD. I know he can’t afford therapy right now, and he’s holding everything in. I am autistic and just generally very different from him, and I’m clueless about how to support him. Nothing I found while googling was helpful. Does anyone have any tips or resources? How do you feel most supported by friends? I don’t know how to meet him where he is and I want to.

First and foremost, thank you so much for caring enough about your friend to ask this question. Genuinely, if more people tried to learn even a bit from people with ASPD, a lot of us would be better off.

That said, you do first need to know your friend and how they respond to this type of thing. Most people I know, but especially people with ASPD, can get defensive about people making assumptions like this about us if we aren't comfortable with it. My best friend or fiancé could tell me "hey I think you have (insert literally anything no matter how stigmatized)" and I would take it with love and research it heavily and get back to them on if I agree. If any of my other friends did that though, I wouldn't take it super well especially something as stigmatized as ASPD. So, if your friend wouldn't be into this, then avoid the urge to assume they have it. That said, some of the other advice I have you can follow without it having to be an assumption that they have it and some of it is honestly just being a good friend imo so stay tuned.

If your friend *would* be ok with this, then I'd suggest bringing it up to them and seeing if they've heard of it. Come armed with light research (plz no pages and pages of things we do that might be symptoms - that feels intimidating to almost anyone who isn't expecting it) that led you to this conclusion, and make sure to not just avoid stigma but to actually face it head on in this convo - something like "and I know this is something that carries a lot of stigma. I want you to know that this isn't in any way me saying anything bad about you. I just care about you and want to help you get support in the best ways I can, and if knowing more about this can help you then I'd like to help you with that. If you do have it, I will not judge you or think less of you in any way, and if I say something that feels judgemental or stigmatizing please let me know so I can apologize and do better". Stick to that if you say it though please. If they do have ASPD, they're probably pretty good at sniffing out false positivity/sugarcoating.

So, if they are down to research more or you find out they already thought they might have it, that is a good conversation to start with. From there, do your research on the disorder both under the umbrella of how you've noticed it affecting your friend, and outside of that (since there may be symptoms you dismiss and find out later your friend actually *does* struggle with or that they start struggling with later down the line). Learning about the disorder in general is great to decrease stigma even if this friend doesn't end up having it. Make sure this research includes anecdotal stuff across many different media platforms and creators. Don't get all your stuff from one site or creator, or just from scholarly sources. Anecdotal stuff will help you know what day to day life feels like for someone with it but is more likely to not necessarily apply to your friend whilst scholarly stuff is more likely to be stigmatized/demonized, but is more likely to be universal. If your friend addresses anything specific they struggle with that is a part of ASPD, try and find what has helped others with that same symptom. I know personally I love when my friends tell me "hey I know you said you had trouble with this here's something that I found that might help" even if it doesn't bc it shows you're listening and care about how hard this is for the person with the disorder.

Make sure during this research to look into tags like "aspd stigma" or "cluster b stigma" to find out harmful things that are done/said to people with the disorder and try to internalize the information given there so you avoid accidentally hurting your friend. Oftentimes when we feel attacked or condescended against, we get frustrated and lash out because our brains tell us we don't need people, any people, in our lives.

Onto the stuff that is useful even if they wouldn't be ok with you talking about this (aside from researching bc again that could benefit you as a person either way to know).

Try and be sensitive and caring with your friend's feelings of anger, frustration, etc. People with ASPD tend to have heightened sensitivity to these emotions and we often lash out over things that seem small because we have a natural "short fuse" especially when it comes to other people. Don't coddle to the point where it would annoy someone, but just try and see the situation from the perspective of your friend. Even if something "isn't worth" getting angry at to you, they may not be able to control it. An ex friend of mine used to say something to the affect of "if someone lost their pencil and that made them want to (TW) harm themselves, then it doesn't matter that the pencil wouldn't be important to me because evidently it's important to them and *they* are important to me". Bad person, but good advice.

Learn what flat affect is and try to learn to be comfortable with it. I personally hate having to put on appropriate affect and find that having to fake that makes me feel dissociated and disconnected with my own emotions (which leads to more lashing out bc anger creeps in without me realizing). The best thing anyone in my life could do for me would be to be ok with flat affect and not ask "are you ok" 80 times (once is nice and I appreciate it but if I'm ok and they keep asking it again makes me irrationally angry) just because I'm acting normal for me. Not everyone deals with flat affect, but if your friend does, they might appreciate this quite a bit and it might make you a safe place for them to stop masking.

Try to learn the difference between your friend intentionally being mean/harsh and them just being blunt. My bluntness has lost me too many potential/former friends bc they thought I was just trying to be mean. Yes this is of course something I work on, but it helps when my friend doesn't take it personally and says "hey that came off pretty harsh but I know you didn't mean it" vs getting emotional about it and yelling at me/assuming I wanted to hurt them when I didn't.

Don't push too hard to manage/mask the symptoms. Obviously some symptoms are harmful and need to be managed, and I don't in any way mean to let your friend hurt your feelings even on accident without standing up for yourself. I just mean that if your friend *does* have ASPD you shouldn't ever expect them to get to a point where they won't show symptoms bc this is not the type of disorder where it can be cured or even mitigated to the point where it isn't noticible. It's sort of like asking an autistic person to stop showing any autistic traits. It wouldn't be possible - they would just be masking 24/7 which leads to burnout, meltdowns, etc right? Similar idea with ASPD. Encouraging and helping them get their symptoms to a non-destructive level if any are currently harmful to them is great but if it's not harmful then allow them the space to have symptoms. Tbh letting some non-harmful symptoms (such as flat affect) go without masking them helps me control the ones that can be harmful.

Be open and honest about your feelings. A major part of ASPD is issue with empathy, meaning if your friend seems like they don't care that you're upset, it's very likely because they don't know. Get good at communicating "hey I'm feeling this rn" or "the thing you just said made me feel XYZ". This lessens some of the massive workload that people with ASPD have to do to engage in close friendships which again helps avoid social burnout or frustration. This goes for good and bad emotions - it's also nice to hear "hey that was a really sweet thing you just did/said, and that means a lot to me". Bonus points if you can help any confusion they may have about mutual friends emotions. For example if you notice (thanks to the superpower you people with empathy got *built in*) that a mutual friend is upset at the friend with ASPD traits, and they don't seem to get it, pulling them aside or mentioning in a discreet way what they're feeling and why ("hey X, you seem kinda hurt about the thing Y just said") also can go a long way to easing the burden of low empathy.

Learning to recognize impulsive needs and what fills them for your friend can do a lot too. This doesn't work for everyone, but sometimes when I wanna do something sorta off the wall (which is a symptom of ASPD), having my friend offer to do something impulsive but safe helps me personally. For example, if my brain starts itching to pick a fight and my friend pulls out of the blue "hey do you wanna go (insert replacement behavior - for me that would be concerts due to the high energy release or things like sports/indoor trampoline park due to the gross motor and testosterone release)", it can entirely stop me from doing the original destructive behavior. The trick for me though is you can't bring it up *as a replacement*. So for me if my friend asked me "what can we do to avoid you fighting someone rn", nothing we came up with would work, but if they just notice me getting irritable and say "you know what? I wanna go to the trampoline park rn do you wanna come?" then that would work. This is harder for some than others so this step may not be applicable to your friend in particular but I know it does help some.

I think that's everything I have off the top of my head right now, but thank you again (/gen) for the question!

Small edit: upon rereading to check for clarity and proofread, I realized this comes off as me assuming you have typical to high empathy. If you struggle with low empathy, which I know sometime comes with autism, my apologies! Much of the answer to this question was written with how my friend who doesn't struggle with low empathy helps me, and I accidentally wrote it assuming a similar dynamic)

[lost-lonely-and-loveless]

So the minimum wage worker on the ground should get fired but the people who actually trained that person on the policy, the people sitting on whatever board MADE that policy…? Sure as shit it’s always fire the lowest wage worker who is tasked with enforcing the policies and everyone higher up gets to apologize and pat themselves and their big figure salaries on the back for doing it. Far as I can tell the biggest mistake(?) was not stopping to talk to the woman and just trying to hold firm on the no bulky items on back policy. Is that really something you think for sure means that worker is extra super needs to get fired racist? Again if so I want everyone up the chain fired/resigning. If it’s really that bad it should be everyone involved. If it isn’t that bad sorry this is classism. It’s how people get excited to kick around the servant level staff whether in person or as political footballs when it was not their policy that got set. It’s easy to say oh well everyone should break the rules then when it’s not your job. Like I let anyone I think needs to steal small items WHEN I CAN but when I cant?? When I’m under scrutiny or when they pull something too big or too blatant? I hate it but I don’t have another choice but to effectively protest quit. And then i bet those same people aren’t coming together to support me. Not to the tune of my lost wages. Does this make ME evil when I have to alert security? Should I get hurt for it?

Um hi. I honestly thought about just deleting this but then I decided it would be interesting to know the truth, and so I am responding to make note of my own efforts (this is my space after all).

Please know the comment I made was just to let off some of the frustration I was feeling. I'm not sorry that I've offended you. Your ask does seem kind of erratic and there are flaws in your arguments, so I am assuming you are also needing to let off steam, and I get that.

I understand what you're saying about the 'whole team up to the board' being fired. If that's what it takes to create necessary change then I support it. Truly. By no means did I say I am in opposition of that idea. Please DO take it all the way up to the policy makers on the board because maybe that would ACTUALLY solve the root of the problem at it's core. But since you're probably just a troll whose caught up in the moment, let me tell you about how it was actually resolved. I'm happy to let you know the PAI and the museum issued a formal apology to the mother, and the board members did come together to resolve the museums policies. Perhaps if you took the 2 seconds to look it up and actually do the research instead of sending a stupid hate message this whole conversation could have been avoided.

In regard to your "minimum wage worker" comments, I am pleased to inform you that the "minimum wage worker" you have so gallantly tried to defend is actually someone who holds a security officer position, which is by no means as you put it a "servant level staff". These positions make significantly more than minimum wage. The reported salary for this position is an average of $60,000 - $65,000 yearly (per indeed and Glassdoor). My dude. These people make more money than I do even though I work two jobs to put food on the table for my family. Ok. I'm not saying life is bad or whatever but it's true. However, regardless of these facts, I'd just like to make clear that anyone who is abhorrently rude and it involves any kind of racism AND you're a bystander to it, then all individuals involved should absolutely be held accountable regardless of a pay rate or education or life position because it's just that wrong.

Also, as a side comment, if you need some support I don't mind being there for you. But I'm not sorry for you and I don't pity you. Just and honest person with honest feelings.

[cupofstarss]

hi i saw your young lemon and tagerine hcs post. i have soso much to say about them i want to talk about them !!!!!!!!!

its my favorite thing to think about when it comes to lemon and tangerine because it could be so many different things. obviously they had a rough childhood so like,, what happened??

i have like a whole essay i wrote as a reblog to the post abt my hc of them as teens/young adults but now i feel like its too long and im too scared to post it tbh

but heres some shorter hcs i have for them !!!

Lemon is the voice of reason between them. Emotionally, he's more mature and he is very calming, helping Tangerine keep control of his emotions and temper. On the other hand, Tangerine is physically fiercely protective of his brother.

I think Lemon had a phase where he tried to drop all his 'childish' interests, like Thomas. The one who brought him back to himself was Tangerine. He was expecting to enjoy his brother not always talking about and watching kids' shows, but Lemon got super serious and tried to focus on their job---and it was like most of his brother died. He was so serious and always trying to get things done, he was like Tangerine, and to his own surprise, Tangerine couldn't stand that because that wasn't his brother. Tangerine forced him to start watching Thomas again

Tangerine has a problem with getting paranoid at night. It was worse when they were young adults just starting to live on their own, and so he would only fall asleep if he was right next to Lemon on the sofa when his brother was watching Thomas on the TV. The familiar background noise and the feeling of his brother being right beside him was the only thing that could calm his mind enough to sleep. As long as he was on the sofa with Lemon, he would be fine, but more often than not he just slept on his shoulder. Lemon was just happy to help his brother, and also happy that helping his brother involved watching Thomas

I have more, I've got like 30 fanfic wips of them in that era so I have a lot of ideas, but these are the ones I could think of atm !! i hope you're ok with me sending an ask like this if not I'm sorry

FIRST OF ALL, thank you anon for this message and I would loooove to read all your wips and hcs and everything, so please do it and tag me if you post them, I need some serotonin so just know you're in charge of my happiness rn. I'd love to read more about all that happened in their upbringing because they're fun and wild and crazy sometimes but im sure there was a lot of suffering and angst and I love angst SO.

I absolutely agree that Lemon is the voice of reason between them while Tangerine is more impulsive and physical??? idk if it makes sense. but Lemon counts to 10 or maybe 6 before acting on something. Tangerine tries Very Hard.

and yes on the surface it looks like Tangerine mocks Lemon for Thomas the tank engine but deep down it soothes him too and gives him a sense of security. knowing that Thomas is there and therefore Lemon is there, just being Lemon and being his brother. as always. they're each other's lighthouse/anchor/person

ALSO WHAT ABOUT MOMO??? i completely forgot!!!! I think they meet/start to be in contact right in these initial years..

i honestly just love these two and i like to pretend theyre just fine and alive and thriving!!

please send more if you want I would absolutely adore reading them also because im not very good at writing/thinking myself so I love to read creators' work!!! and thank you I'm honored that you sent me these 🥺💞💞

[love-to-lgbtq]

Please help.

I'm a girl, and I have my first boyfriend. However, my boyfriend was born a girl but is trans. I'm super socially awkward and I've never been in a relationship before, and I don't know what to do! Please help!

Hi anon,

Congrats on your first relationship! I'm gonna be honest with you here, I'm not quite sure what you're asking me. If you want to clarify in another ask or DM I'd be happy to be more specific in my advice.

However, for basic relationship advice and talking to trans people advice, here's some "do" and "do not"s for you:

Do:

Set boundaries

Tell him about what you want in the relationship

Get to know him and listen closely

Ask about his boundaries

Tell him if something is wrong

Ask about what terms he's okay with (how he likes to be complimented/described, what gendered language is ok, etc.)

Be open about this being your first relationship

Be yourself

Dont:

Ask him what his dead name is

Try to change who you are or who he is

Ignore a topic just because it might be awkward

That's the basics for you, please let me know if you have any more specific questions!

Good luck!

-Day

[smolandweirdwriter]

I'd like to order one talk about Rebellion's not about labels please

But seriously, it sounds interesting so tell us about it!!

okkk so basically this is a fig-centric fanfic where she basically... helps her friends come out? kinda?

it starts with fig & kristen going to a gsa meeting in the beginning of junior year because kristen convinced her to go, and everyone is talking about like discovering their sexuality and coming out, and someone asks fig what her sexuality is & shes like "I don't really think it matters tbh", which prompts a whole discussion/debate and fig has literally never known that sexuality was this complicated and she goes home and starts to panic a little bit bit.

she & kristen talk and kristen says something like "if you're not sure of something, that's like a time of doubt right? I'd talk to Cassandra" & so fig talks to cassandra and comes to terms with the fact that it's okay if she doesn't want to label herself and it's ok if she's not super sure of who she is

she then helps gorgug as he's VERY much not certain if or why he likes Unit because they a) use they/he pronouns, and b) are a bronze cube???? so yeah gorgug's very confused rn. he's never really thought about his sexuality, although his parents are very open-minded (maybe a little TOO open minded), so now he's a little bit worried that maybe he's got it wrong. he & fig are recording together one day when unit texts gorgug. fig teases him about it, prompting gorgug's confession to his uncertainty. Fig basically goes, "But do you like them??" and when gorgug says yeah fig says, "Then ask them out, dummy!! It's ok if you're confused--but don't let that stop you from being who you are." so gorgug asks out unit

fabian has not asked mazey out yet, and at this point, riz has come out as aroace, and fabian is determined to support that. he's riz's best friend, he has to support him! he loves riz! but he realizes in one sickening, sleepless night: he loves riz. he really, really loves riz. panicking, he spends the rest of the night pacing and trying to convince himself he's wrong. the next morning, he finds riz and it's... not a great interaction, all things considered. afterwards, fig asks him what's going on and he confesses. fig winces sympathetically and asks him if he wants to go get ice cream. they get ice cream and talk about unrequited crushes (fig has had... many). and it's ok. he'll move on. eventually.

the next chapter is in the summer after junior year.

riz is asexual and aromantic. and he's learning that that's not bad, or wrong. but he's struggling with feeling alone. one day after school, fabian and mazey are on a date, and kristen and tracker are reconnecting after tracker came back for a bit after her breakup with Nara, and fig is supposed to go on a date with ayda but riz looks so, so lonely as he's walking home. so when ayda texts fig that she's realized she's supposed to have dinner with her dad tonight and can't go out with fig, fig's not too upset. she spends some time with riz and they have a sleepover and talk about the future until late at night. and in the morning, riz is happy because he's not alone, and he has friends who do love him, and there's nothing wrong with him, and fig won't leave him alone. none of them will. he's important to them all, just as important as their partners

later, they go to fallinel for vacation and adaine is?? having a crisis?? she thought she was straight, but wait she did not remember Nara being that nice or smart or pretty, what's happening to her? she doesn't want sex, but someone to hold hands with or kiss would that be so bad? but does she want to be in love with a girl? and is that real, because she's never even thought she was anything other than straight until her friends came out, so isn't that kinda fake of her? if she didn't know there were options other than straight, would she still be straight? she ends up voicing all of this to fig at 3 in the morning, who helps her calm down, and that's when the titular line is said by fig

[lizardreacts]

What is this blog?

This blog exists to answer the age-old question nobody ever asked: Can lizards use Tumblr? With the help of her blog manager, Xion will be shown posts and her reaction will be photographed. Sure she can't talk, but a picture paints a thousand words, right?

Who - or WHAT is Xion? Xion (she-on) is a self-proclaimed dragon - she's technically not wrong! She's a Central Bearded Dragon (Pogona vitticeps), a species of reptile native to central Australia. She was found left behind in a dingy garage, tiny and hungry. She's grown a lot since then!

Can she react to my post? What she reacts to depends on the posts her blog manager finds. Feel free to send us a link to any and all posts though! However, she is not allowed to react to political posts due to her...questionable opinions.

Why are her scales white? Is she ok? If her scales are starting to turn white it means she's about to shed! She does this every few months. Just know she tends to be a bit more irritable when she's itchy...

What's on her face? Xion is a messy eater and sometimes has a bit of food on her face. If it's red, she likely got a strawberry as a treat.

There's something wrong with her tank! If you spot something off with my husbandry, PLEASE let me know! Since caring for her was jumped on me, I'm mostly playing it by ear. I do my research, but sometimes things get jumbled up and I make mistakes. My family is also currently going through some financial issues and I'm struggling to find a job due to physical disability, so it takes a bit to convince my mother to even replace a bulb.

(That being said, currently I'm in the process of setting up her new tank! You might see her running around in either in photos. Please know that loose substrate won't cause impaction as long as the rest of your husbandry is correct! Basically, if she eats some while grabbing a bug she should be able to pass it just fine.)

Will there be opportunities to donate/buy her a snack? At this point in time I'm not sure how I'd set that up, but it would be super helpful given my family's current situation! If you're interested please let me know! I'd be happy to supply lizard pictures in return :]

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Something Wicked This Way Comes || Vampire! Albert Wesker

A/n: I want to thank @lottathoughts for inspiring me to write this. She writes some the best vampire content, so give her a read.

Warning(s): blood and gore, taunting, sex (consented), death, choking, Wesker being Wesker, blood-drinking, female reader, Excella getting pepper sprayed (basically).

No minors allowed!

An ominous air consumes you, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. The sensation brings doom as the sun sets in the west, appearing to have been devoured by the vast ocean on the horizon beyond your bedroom window.

Something is coming; you only pray it isn't death.

Though, as a vampire hunter, praying for life is redundant. You chase death. It's a part of your lineage.

Leaving the room, you join your family in the living area. The television is on the news, cut down so that the volume doesn't bother anyone. As you sit beside your mother on the couch, your father turns his eyes to you a moment from his perch near the window then continues to sharpen a stake he carved from driftwood he had gathered from the beach.

"Are you OK kiddo?" He asks in concern.

You aren't sure.

"I have a bad feeling about being here," you answer.

Your brother snorts.

"I checked the perimeter already and the sensors are working. You're just letting your thoughts consume you."

"Don't worry so much dear," your mother mentions as she rests a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. "Ricardo set this base up for us."

You turn up your eyes at the mention of his name.

Ricardo Irving isn't the most reliable person to do business with but your parents like him. He is a merchant of sorts that for years has moved your family around the country. Vampires reside in all corners of the world and Irving makes a profit from each successful hunt.

He's greedy but he does his job well.

With an uneasy breath, you lean back against the couch.

"The air just feels dark and suffocating here," you mention. "There was plenty of work in the city. I don't understand why we are on an island that barely has 100 people on it."

"You know why. Ricardo gave us intel that Albert Wesker was in the area," your father explains.

Perhaps it is because of him you are uneasy. Albert Wesker is a power-hungry monster; a test subject created by Oswell E. Spencer with the same cells that ran through the Father of Vampires, Dracula; the legend your ancestor Abraham Van Helsing was rumored to have slain.

It's true that Spencer absorbed the cells and became a vampire but his body could not handle the rapid changes, so he engineered a being who could; a being who later took his life.

Wesker then sought to create a super-powered world of vampires. His reach had spread across the world and though hunting him should have been easy, it wasn't. His strength and savagery are beyond compare.

However, if your father believes there is a good chance to kill him, then there must be. You trust him, but the ominous air remains.

"Perhaps I'm just exhausted," you mention.

"I can go back out and check the perimeter if you like," your brother declares.

You will feel much better, you reckon.

"Please."

Your brother snorts and retrieves his crossbow.

"Honestly," he states with a laugh, glancing at you over his shoulder as he swings the door open. "Where would you be––"

You widen your eyes in horror as you hear him grunt, then sputter. To your surprise, you watch your brother collapse to the floor. His stomach is slit open and his intestines hang like a rope from the injury. You scream his name and stand, but a familiar man saunters in.

"Nice place, isn't it?" Irving asks. He steps over your brother's limp body and hums. "Sorry about the mess."

"Ricardo?" Your mother questions in shock.

What is he doing here? It takes you a moment to realize that his hand is covered in your brother's blood. But that can't be. You widen your eyes in disbelief.

"You've been turned."

Irving laughs.

"I was gonna tell you lot over the phone, but I thought I'd make a home visit instead. I hope you don't mind me bringin' some friends over."

Through the doorway walks a man you are familiar with; a stunning man whose appearance you've only been told about. And it's no mistake. Death comes in the form of Albert Wesker.

"Get out of here! The two of you need to run!" Your father shouts.

Your mother reacts first, taking you by the hand and pulling you into the kitchen. You hear your father shout, then there is silence.

"We have to––"

Your mother interrupts you.

"No. Listen to me. We were not prepared for this," she mentions. Her eyes are dark and full of tears. "You need to get to the shore and take the boat to the other side of the island where it's safe. There are people over there who can help you."

"What are you saying? We can go together," You argue.

She shakes her head and quickly rushes over to the counter to retrieve a bottle of pepper spray that had been refilled with aged garlic extract, handing it to you.

"Hurry and––"

"Oh, little pigs, come out and play!" Irving interrupts with a shout.

Your mother shoves you towards the backdoor.

"Go now!"

You want to stay; you want to die with her, but something in you urges you to run. And so, you do. You rush out the backdoor and onto the lawn, running for the tree line. There is a path that leads down to the beach. But as you draw near, a woman in white appears in your way. She is rather beautiful; her long brown hair falls over her shoulder in waves.

"Don't leave so soon darling. We haven't had time to play," she says, baring her fangs.

"Play with this," you hiss, spraying her in the face with the extract.

The woman screams in pain, touching her face. Her skin begins to melt and you waste no time running past her and into the woods. The ground bites at your bare feet as you run down the path, almost tripping over tree limbs and rocks as tears pour down your face. Your entire family is gone. But how? Were you not descendants of Van Helsing?

Breaking through the trees, you walk out onto the beach. The white sand sinks between your toes as you search for the boat. Where is it?

Fuck!

Your eyes widen as you spot it resting on the shore near the end. You make your way over to it, thankful that it has a motor. Once you manage to push it out into the water a bit, you climb inside. But as you grab the string for the motor, you are unexpectedly tossed from the boat and into the cold water.

Emerging with a gasp, you wipe the water from your eyes and notice Wesker standing on the shore.

"Descendant of Van Helsing," he calls out. "The last of his blood resides in your veins."

So, it is true. You are alone.

"Even if the Van Helsing bloodline disappears, there are other hunters," you mention with a sneer.

"But none as strong," Wesker retorts.

You grip the bottle in your hand as he walks into the water towards you. When he is close, you raise it and press the button. However, Wesker is much too fast. All you see is a blur as he darts to the side, reaching out to grab your arm. With a snap your wrist breaks and the bottle tumbles into the water, lost; you scream in pain.

"Humans are such weak creatures. You call me a monster, but I am making your kind stronger by weeding out the worms my creator failed to do," Wesker explains.

You narrow your eyes at him, unable to see his due to the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

"Boohoo," you say in response. A grin pulls at your lips. "All this anger because daddy didn't hug you enough as a child. Humans aren't that easy to break."

Wesker tightens his jaw.

"We'll see about that."

He pushes you down into the water and holds you there. You struggle to get free, clawing at his arms as the panic starts to take over. You can't hold your breath forever. Swiping at his face, you manage to knock his sunglasses off but that does nothing to stop him. The more you kick and punch, the faster your body wears down.

Sea water enters your mouth as you take it in, attempting to breathe when there is no air in your lungs. And when it becomes too much, your vision fades to black. All you remember seeing before you lose consciousness is Wesker's cat-like eyes staring at you from the water's uneven surface.

And then there is warmth.

Saltwater bursts out of your mouth, causing you to sputter and cough. Your throat hurts so bad but at least you are alive.

As you lie on your back in the sand, trying to come to and return to reality, someone leans down on you; the sudden weight brings you discomfort.

"... off of me," you utter.

Something warm and wet trails up your neck, causing you to shiver. It feels good; almost too good. You open your eyes and see the ocean. But as you avert them you see a familiar face hovering over your neck. Wesker trails his tongue over your skin again, then leans up on his hands. His cat-like eyes stare at you in hunger.

You don't understand.

"W-why?"

"Because I've yet to break you," Wesker answers with a grin.

Is he serious? How does he intend to break you?

Wesker leans down and presses his lips against your neck, kissing the area. A shiver racks your body. What is he doing? His tongue sweeps unexpectedly over your heated skin and for a second you assume he's going to bite you, but instead, he bends up. And as his hand slides up your thigh, you realize what his intentions are.

So, why are you not stopping him? Perhaps Wesker is manipulating you. One thing is certain; however, you are curious to see whether or not he will make true to his threat.

When did you become so toxic?

His hand on your thigh continues up until his fingers rest over the crotch of your pants. You sigh in relief; the tension in your shoulders releases.

"Your ancestors would be so disappointed in you," Wesker mentions. His hand slowly rubs over your clothed pussy, even going so far as to squeeze you to draw out a reaction. "Van Helsing would turn in his grave if he could see you right now."

All you can do is bite your lip. His words are nasty but to you, they are a turn-on. You want more; you crave it.

Reaching down, you press his hand down on you, urging him to continue. But Wesker doesn't. He grins as a whine of disappointment leaves your mouth, watching you eagerly touch yourself.

"Break me," you beg.

Wesker snorts, reaching down to undo his pants.

"You are either insane or desperate."

Perhaps you are both. Who spends their entire life chasing death? You continue to touch yourself until Wesker knocks your hand away, reaching down to undo your pants. Once they are down, hanging on one leg with your panties, he turns you over onto your stomach. For a moment nothing happens. You listen to the waves as they smack against the shore, lying with your cheek on the cold white sand. Did he change his mind already?

Then to your relief, you feel Wesker's fingers on you, spreading your lower lips. You expect for him to at least prepare you more; of course, you are wet, but in no way you are ready to take him. However, without much care for your body, he presses the head of his cock against your eager hole and enters you. A groan of pain leaves you as he bottoms out inside you.

It's hard to believe a man as godly as him knows nothing of foreplay.

You turn up your eyes and bury your fingers in the sand. At least he feels good. You arch your hips, pressing your ass against him to urge him on. Wesker takes the hint and grasps your hips, easing back just to thrust into you again.

A pant of air escapes your open mouth, stirring the sand. He's good; too damn good for a creature of the night. You moan as his gloved fingers bite into your hips, bouncing your body with each thrust. This is unreal.

As much as you try, you can't contain the moans as they pour from your mouth. At this rate, your throat is going to be dry and sore. There is a slight pain in your walls from the sudden stretch but it's dull when in comparison to the euphoric sensation you get every time Wesker bottoms out, hitting your cervix.

"That's it," you utter.

Your stomach feels warm. Surges of pleasure – like electricity tingling your nerves – cause you to tighten. You can hardly take it. Reaching beneath you to your clit, you begin to rub circles around the bundle of nerves, moaning as the pleasure intensifies.

Wesker continues to fuck you and all the while you match his firm yet erratic pace. There's no way you can last much longer. You debate asking him to slow down; to at least drag out the moment, but it's too late. Your body shudders as you orgasm, forcing you to turn up your eyes in ecstasy. It's nothing like you've ever felt before. And once it runs its course, you slump in the sand, panting in exhaustion.

Wesker leans up on his knees, pulling you with him and pressing your back against his chest. From there, he continues to fuck you, tightening a hand around your throat. You gasp for air, reaching back with one hand to bury your fingers in his short slicked-back hair; the other grasps his arm. It's too much. You can't keep up with him; your body is far too exhausted, and strangely, it feels like he's moving too fast.

"S-slow down," you beg.

Wesker ignores you, forcing you to shut your eyes tight in an attempt to keep your head straight. His warm breath fans out against your neck as he speaks.

"We can have eternity together, my dear."

Is he asking you to become a vampire? You snort.

"Now look who's insane."

"I wasn't asking," Wesker retorts.

A burning pain tears through you as he sinks his fangs into your neck. You dig your fingernails in his arm and groan. It hurts but paired with the intense pace in which Wesker is fucking you, it's almost pleasurable. If only he weren't draining you of blood.

At last his body tenses, and he pulls out of you covering your ass in cum. Releasing you, Wesker yanks off his glove and bites into his wrist, drawing blood.

"Drink it," he orders, offering you a taste.

When you refuse, he grabs your chin and forces your mouth open, letting his blood drip onto your tongue. Tears pour down your face as you allow yourself to swallow the warm liquid. Wesker tastes divine. 

An intense hunger suddenly consumes you and you bring his wrist to your lips to lap at the fresh wound. It's wrong, you know, but you want more. A whine of disappointment escapes your throat as Wesker yanks his arm away.

"Don't be greedy," he sneers. 

You sigh watching the wound heal. Why would he offer to turn you? It makes no sense given your history. 

"Is this how you plan to break me? By making me a vampire."

Wesker grins.

"Killing you would be too kind. I have forever to tear you apart now that you are mine."

You widen your eyes. 

Fuck!

Perhaps you should have begged for death. It would have been less humiliating. 

[its-tiamat]

hi hi!! i found your blog and i am falling in loveee >< your writing is so good and adorable aaahhh they're really fun to read too!! i see that the request is open, so... i'd like to request some hcs if it's okay heheh. well... so, i'd like to req hawks, katsuki, and dabi (is it alright if i request three characters??) with a s/o who is an airhead, sort of happy-go-lucky person, who likes to ask random questions like "what if the chicken i am eating right now was your chicken's sibling? or worse, mother??" when they're eating dinner.

i hope my request is not confusing >< thank you sooo much! I hope you have a great day!! 🌟🌟

|| WITH AN AIRHEAD S/O ||

ok anon, SO, beside thanking you from the bottom of my heart for all the kind things you just said, I LOVE THIS PROMPT. If you ever feel comfortable enough to text me, pls do it. Like, you just gave me a genius tier prompt and two of my fave characters to work with so I'd just give you the biggest kiss rn. Also, requesting three characters is super fine (It's the ideal number! I love you!) and encouraged, so I'm sure I'm working with someone you like.

Pairings: dabi × reader • bakugo × reader • hawks × reader

To be honest, at first Toya was kinda worried about you being such an airhead. But that also means you're comfortable enough to speak your mind around him, right? He won't complain.

You love the concerned look he gives you when you do or say something weird. "You were talking in your sleep last night," he said once, while you were having lunch at your place. "Huh? What did I say?" you asked.

Toya lifted his shoulders: "you turned to look at me and said: I realized why it's called breakfast, because it breaks the fast. I mean you're not wrong but-"

"Love. I was fully awake. I was talking with you."

"...ah."

Don't keep asking him which food he can cook best with his quirk, please. The answer is none.

He must admit it though, your questions made him so curious. He tried to cook bacon while you weren't at home once.

It tasted like coal.

Also let's not forget, he's still a villain. Thinking out loud, you once asked him what would happen if he donated his hair and whoever used the wig committed a crime, leaving his DNA on the crime scene.

"Honey," he huffed, "my DNA is already on half of the crime scenes in this city. Honestly, I wouldn't worry that much."

It kinda froze your blood. Welp. That's the good ol' fuck around and find out. Maybe if you ever commit a crime you should drop some of his hair to the ground. Just in case.

Bakugo used to be. So damn annoyed by your random thoughts. And his reactions are so fun that you tried to film them a couple of times.

"Do you ever think about the fact that the bus we are in is powered by decomposed dinosaurs?"

"No? What the hell, Y/n. Wait, are you filming this?"

"Nah, why would I film it? By the way, do you ever think that maybe the water you're drinking right now has been into like, someone famous? All Might, maybe."

Bakugo almost spat water over the old lady that was sitting in front of you that time. What the hell was wrong with your brain?

You couldn't deny it, annoying him is part of the fun, especially when you manage to break his tough exterior, taking him by surprise. He's been catching up lately though, and he tries to answer your questions.

"Katsuki? I have a question."

"Please, tell me it's not one of your weird ass questions, huh. It would be the third today!" He said, holding up his head with one of his fists.

"No, it's a serious one. You know how electricity runs through water right?" you asked.

"Yep," Bakugo looked at you, "another weird ass question. I knew it."

"How do fish survive when a lightning strikes the sea?" Bakugo's eyes widened. How did the fish survive? Shit, he didn't know either. With a groan, he took his phone "I gotta look this one up."

(just for the record, they don't survive :( the ones closer to the point where it strikes die because of the electric impulse, and more die because of the shock wave resulting from it. I was too curious and had to look it up too lol.)

Keigo, on the other hand, loves your stupid ass questions. He's so on board with that.

Mostly because his head is at least as weird as yours, so even when you ask him what his favorite brand of milk is, he has a straight  answer for you. Why shouldn't he have a favorite brand of milk after all? It's the one that complements better your favorite cookies.

You both startle each other with weird facts and questions lol. It gets to the point where it looks like a competition.

"What if the chicken I'm eating right now is the sibling of the chicken you're eating?" you blurted once while you were out eating at your favorite yakitori place. His eyes kept moving from his plate, to you, to your plate. "What if my chicken is the mother of your chicken? That would be even worse!" He exclaimed. You shrugged. "At least they got to be cooked together, right?" He nodded, and went back to eating.

You love how your random thoughts just make sense to him, and how your vibes are reciprocated.

Once, while you were cuddling, he asked you: "Y/n, don't you think some word just sound...plastic? forged? I really don't know how to describe it." You shifted in his arms to look at him "like, they sound fake?"

He nodded: "Like elbow, or aardvark."

"Like harpoon?"

"Yes! You get it, love"

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[maybenotmei]

HELLO HI HI HI OK SO CAN I REQUEST PLATONIC GN!READER WITH LIKE PEEPAW LILIA MAYBE IDK READER IS LIKE A 14 YEAR OLD THAT GOT TRANSPORTED TO TWISTED WONDERLAND AND LILIA JUST DECIDED TO ADOPT THEM ON THE SPOT UEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU (if you'd like to, can u also add in Crewel?) TY VERY MUCH DEAR AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY URBDBBDNDN

guardian!

ft. lilia vanrogue

notes at the end! THIS IS PLATONIC. (the x reader tags r for reach)

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you really don't know how you ended up here. all you know is that this place looks terrifying, and you're unsure if you can make it out of here. right now. or later. or even make it out alive. you're pretty scared since you ended up in front of some home that looks kinda terrifying...

...!! who is this, someone appeared behind you- that someone is hanging upside down!!!!!

after moments of trying to calm down, you ask who they are. they introduce themselves as lilia vanrogue, vice housewarden of diasomnia.

...who now?

he asks why you're here, and honestly you have no idea either. you (hesitantly) explain your situation to him after telling your name, and he thinks. carefully.

"i'll take care of you while you're here then."

what.

What????

...i'm not sure how you ended up being under the care of some guy you met outside the dorm that showed up upside down, nor how that conversation even went, but well, you're kind of here now. it's better than foraging outside somewhere you don't know, right?

and besides, lilia is a great father. huh? father?

malleus... allowed you in. who even was malleus in those three you saw? there was someone who said "as long as malleus allows you, i shall allow you as well!!" and some guy sleeping on the couch... you still had no idea what was happening. lilia was kind enough to show you around and explain for a while.

he let you stay in a spare dorm and made sure no one from the dorm or outside could even try and enter when you're alone— he's worried! but he introduces the others in the dorm to you, and encourages you to talk to them with caution. you didn't have any magic at all...

still, he's still the type to introduce you to a lot of people. and i mean a lot. and would tell you to interact with them in a friendly manner (you may subconsciously copy him, which is ok)

though i'm not sure if anyone would try hurting you, lilia can hear and see everything very well. don't even worry about safety— diasomnia's housewarden and vice housewarden are here to make sure you are 100% safe in their hands

during dinners, lunches, or meals, he makes sure to bring, buy, or make you some as it's a little difficult using the kitchen without any magical power. i'd recommend you to start learning how to cook if you can't stomach lilia's cooking....

he offers great advice about a lot of stuff, too! as you're extremely young, he'd offer a ton of life advice when the timing is right— like when you're having difficulty with something like navigating the school and stuff.

also, he's strict about making sure you yourself can stay safe here in nrc. he knows some people have ill intentions, and he intends to make sure you stay away or know when to call for help. he might have a spare phone, so he'll give it to you if ever you need his help (that is, if he can't hear you from where you're at, which is near impossible) and he forbids you from going to dangerous places (please listen to that)

he's super fun to be with when he isn't strict and serious, though. ask him to play some games with you and he'll Try! try...

he'd play around with you if you want to or are comfortable with him appearing out of thin air. he's very playful towards people he's familiar with anyway.

overall, your whole stay was comforting. as malleus, lilia, silver, sebek, and you were looking for ways for you to go home, you enjoyed your stay and the comfort lilia did give you.

i still recommend learning how to cook before he serves you soup with hotdogs in it, though... also if he technically adopted you, does that make silver your older brother...??? and malleus your other father?

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notes: this was fun to write Thankz jin ly

[milkyybuns]

Strawberry Margarita

(Bartender!Uzui Tengen x Reader)

Characters: Uzui Tengen, afab!Reader

Contains: NSFW (MDNI), dialogue, plot, excessive drinking, one-sided infatuation, masturbation, super naïve and innocent reader, modern AU, crack but that's just my writing style at this point

Synopsis: Working at a bar in downtown Tokyo meant Uzui has seen it all, but he has never seen someone as out of place as you. He takes you home after you pass out from drinking. Nothing happens between you but he can't stop thinking about your adorable, innocent eyes.

Word Count: 1.8k

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a/n: Been dying to write modern AU for Tengen, I feel like he would be a very cool n flashy bartender. This fic is a cocktail of crack, fluff, smut, angst and romance, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The focus is on Tengen's POV, enjoy!

tagging: @novaresque (scroll down for the smut you whore), @awaruna2

comment/msg/ask to join the tengen fucker tag list 💖

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(Tengen's thoughts are in italics)

9:00pm

Another Saturday night. As usual, Bar Wisteria was packed with loud 20-somethings abuzz with chatter. Tengen didn't really care for these patrons, the kind who couldn't even tell the difference between vodka and nail polish remover. He did however, enjoy performing various flashy tricks with the bottles and lighting towers of flaming shots. He was humming to himself and clearing the bar of discarded glasses when you walked in.

For once, your quiet presence made you stand out. Your shy demeanour meant you were virtually invisible to the other bar-goers. Being a new face in this well-worn establishment, Tengen noticed you immediately.

Fuchsia eyes quickly scanned your appearance as he took notice of your outfit. A sensible leather jacket, simple jewellery, a little makeup and a flowy dress that had sunflowers on it.

You look like you're in the wrong place sweetheart.

To be honest, you looked more like you should be on a date in Disneyland rather than at a cramped and dimly-lit bar. You didn't seem to be waiting for anyone, instead looking nervously at the sticky floor and clutching to your phone like a lifeline.

"First time?" Tengen asked, wiping the counter clean in one smooth motion.

"M-me?" You said.

"Yes you. What can I do for you?" He replied.

"I would like a drink."

Yeah no shit.

Tengen decided to keep that to himself lest you break out in tears.

"What kind of drink do you want?" He calmly asked.

"I'm not sure..." You said.

"Would you...like a recommendation?"

My patience tonight is outstanding. Good job Tengen.

"Yes please." You mustered up a wry smile and looked up at him. It was only then Tengen notices the streaks of dried tears on your supple cheeks.

"You like sweet drinks?" He asked, feeling a little guilty now.

"I think so? I don't really know what I like. " You replied.

"Hm ok, let's do you a strawberry margarita."

"Sounds good." You nodded. To be honest you weren't really sure what was in a margarita but you think you've heard of them on the TV shows you watch.

"Virgin?" Tengen asked.

"W-what?" You jolted up, face flushing red.

"Virgin. Meaning no alcohol. Did you want it with or without tequila?" Tengen asked.

"Oh sorry. Yes I'd like alcohol in my drink please, that's the whole point of drinking after all.." You laughed awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed.

Tengen ran a lime wedge around the rim of a tall legged glass, the citrus seeping into a cut he didn't know he had. He then rolled it into the salt mixture and set it aside.

You seemed to be staring at the glowing screen of your phone, refreshing the same page with no new notifications.

Tengen tossed the frozen strawberries, tequila, orange liqueur, and lime juice to a blender. As the drink whirred in the machine, he looked at you a little more carefully. Aside from the residue tear streaks on your cheeks, and the obvious tiredness in your expression, you were quite cute, not really his type though.

Not that it mattered.

He poured the ruby red blend into the glasses and garnished it with a strawberry.

"One strawberry margarita for the lady." Tengen placed it on the countertop and slid it towards you.

"Oh wow! It's so pretty! Thank you." You smiled at him, a dimple forming on one cheek.

Cute.

"Blehhh! vath thith thtuff on the wim?" You said, tongue sticking out and face scrunched up.

"Salt." Tengen replied, deadpan.

"Why would you put salt on a drink?" You had finished wiping the salt from your mouth and was busily picking the rest off the rim.

"Hahh? Are you seriously telling me you ordered a margarita without knowing it comes with salt on the rim?" The bartender couldn't believe how utterly clueless you were about one of the most well-known drinks.

"I-I don't know, I've seen people in sitcoms order it and I thought it was sugar or something." You said, face flushed as red as your drink.

Tengen mentally facepalmed.

"What brings you here?" He asked, an attempt to change the topic before he got more frustrated. "No offence but you don't seem like the bar type."

"I had a date, but he stood me up." You said, a sad smile on your face. "It's ok, I'm used to it. Plus he was kinda creepy anyway."

Tengen didn't know why he wanted to punch this guy in the face. You were such a cute little thing, so innocent-looking. His protective instincts kicked in, but then quickly chided himself for thinking such a ridiculous thing about a girl who was no more than a total stranger.

10:00 pm--

You and Tengen talked through the night. He got to know you were into the same music as him, how you were at the end of a long college degree, and that this was your third failed date.

You two talked a lot, given you didn't have anyone else to chat with at the bar. Tengen watched the sadness in your expression gradually disappear. Your eyes sparkled each time you laughed, and he cracked a smile or two as well. You asked him how he became a bartender, and if drink choices really do say a lot about a person.

Customers generally weren't interested in knowing more about Tengen, but you were a good listener.

You'd had a couple more margaritas, without the salt this time, before Tengen decided to cut you off as you were unsurprisingly a total light weight.

"Oi Uzui! Birthday girl on table 7 wants a Flaming Tower." Sanemi yelled at Tengen.

"Yeah coming right up." Tengen replied, a little annoyed at the interruption.

Guess I'm still on the job.

With practised ease, he poured the 24 shots consisting of vodka, tequila and bourbon and placed them on a tray on the countertop.

Shit where's the lighter?

Tengen crouched down to look under the alcohol pumps, but he couldn't find the lighter in it's usual place.

Fuck it must be in the back.

"Oi Uzui! where the fuck are the shots? They're getting on my ass." Sanemi hollered, impatient.

"They're fucking coming, so keep 'em busy won't ya?!" Tengen yelled back. He ran to the storage room behind the toilets, where he found the lighter on a beer crate near the back door.

Gyutaro was probably using it to light his cigs again.

Tengen rushed back to the front. To his absolute horror, you were nearly done slamming back the 24 shots.

"Y/N what the fuck are you doing?" He tried his best not to yell but he was visibly angry.

"Mmnh relaaaax Uzuiii-sannn you are like...sooo loud right now." You smiled lazily and poked his cheek. “Lighten up would ya?” You giggled like a mad woman as he proceeded to lecture you.

"Those were not for you, oh my actual god I was gone for a SECOND and you couldn’t just stay put?" Tengen grabs your wrists and practically drags you to the corner of the room, propping you up on the bar's battered old couch.

"Stay here and sober up, don't drink anymore got it?" Tengen sighed loudly, tightening his ponytail before running back to the bar.

Tengen rushed to repour the shots you drank. He haphazardly stacked them up into a tower and called for Sanemi to serve it up.

"Final-fucking-ly." Sanemi said when he came to the bar counter.

"It's here now isn't it?" Tengen shot back.

It’s gonna be a long night.

Sunday 2:00 am ---

"Oi wake up!" Tengen gently shook you as you slept soundly on the dirty couch, a thin line of drool dangling above your shoulder. Needless to say, this was not your most flattering moment.

It was closing time at the bar and after the flaming shots fiasco, Tengen had completely forgotten about the girl he left on the couch.

Ah shit, she’s so wasted. I can't let her go home like this. And it's too late to call a taxi…

After some quick deliberation in his sleepy mind, Tengen decided to take you home with him. It was his fault for not looking after a customer, letting you get too drunk for your own good.

He did manage to wake you up, but you were in no state to walk safely or answer his questions about where you lived. So he supported your drunken frame and all but lugged you into the backseat of his car.

Sunday 3:00 am ---

Finally time for some goddamn sleep.

Tengen thought as he laid on the futon in his living room while you snored away in his bedroom upstairs.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn’t met by blissful nothingness. Instead, images of your pretty eyes, your cute dimple and your strawberry-stained lips flooded his mind. The way you said his name, even if it was only his last name, was goddamn adorable. Tengen's eyes snapped open.

What the actual fuck?

The silver-haired man didn't understand why he was thinking these things about you. He barely knew you, and no offence but you weren’t even that hot. Like a 7.5 at best.

He decided it was just because it's too fucking late, and every damn part of him was exhausted.

Tengen glared at the bulge in his underwear, his semi-hard cock beckoning him to touch it.

Well I guess not every part of him.

It's ok right? It's not like she'll find out I'm doing this. Unless she comes down stairs and see me touching myself. I wonder how she’d react…

Ugh what am I even thinking? This is gross, and I'm gross. But it’s not gonna go away on it's own...Fuck.

Defeated, Tengen started palming himself through the cotton of his underwear. Closing his eyes again he let his imagination conjure up your timid yet cute expression.

He groaned as he languidly stroked his cock, imagining it was your small hands instead of his wrapping around his shaft. Those cherry-red lips of yours would be so cute pursed around his tip, your pink tongue lapping up his milky precum. Tengen thought about how adorable you would be with your round cheeks full of his cock, how he wanted to press his thumb and forefinger into your dimples and squeeze as he filled your little mouth with his thick cum.

His cock was rock hard by now, it's been a while since he'd gotten this worked up while touching himself and he wasn’t about to stop.

He thought about the pretty sunflower dress you wore, as he imagined bending you over the bar counter, the fabric bunched up to your hips. He wanted to tease his erection against your dripping cunt.

God I bet she‘d beg so sweetly,

He wanted to fuck you until you were a babbling mess, your angelic voice hoarse from screaming his name. He wanted to stretch you with how big he was, so you'd be ruined for any other man in the future.

A couple more hurried strokes and Tengen felt himself near the edge. He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan he let out as he came. His stomach messy with his own sticky seed as he laid there in the dark, panting hard.

Oh what is wrong with me?

Sunday 2:00 pm ---

Another morning, or should I say afternoon?

Tengen's eyes fluttered open as the afternoon sun shone through the living room window.

Wait why am I sleeping on the futon?

Tengen shot up as he remembered the girl he took home from the bar last night. He threw on some track pants before scurrying upstairs to see his bed was empty.

Was it a dream or something?

No it couldn't have been.

Tengen recalled you drinking all the shots, taking you home with him, tucking you into his bed, and... jerking off to those inappropriate thoughts of you. He felt guilty for the last one, but pushed it aside for now.

He then noticed a small note on the coffee table, the handwriting was hurried but neat. It read:

Dear Uzui-san,

I'm so so sorry about last night, I shouldn't have drank so much and made myself a burden to you. I wanted to apologise in person but I have to go to work now and I don't want to wake you.

Here's my number. Please text me so I can pay you for the shots.

Y/N

Tengen rubbed his temples, unsure what to do with this little piece of paper. He was about to scrunch it up and toss it in the trash, but for whatever reason, he didn’t.

Ugh guess I better have some breakfast before I make any more dumb decisions.

With that, the little piece of paper was tucked away in his pocket.