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possibilistfanfiction · 11 months

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Hi, may you please spare some advice on what casual, but also cool in a hot climate, clothing a baby butch could look into wearing that’s a bit fashionable and isn’t just a shirt and a cargo shorts?

whew first of all donate any & all cargo shorts immediately (pretend tan france is telling you that Urgently). i do understand finding shorts can be kind of weird depending on ur body shape bc men’s shorts are often bulky & long. i prefer a 5’ inseam, but you can go for a 7’ if that feels better. under No circumstances should ur shorts hit ur knees lol. madewell has some pretty good options (if you can find one that’s mens & womens in-store that’s the best). pacsun usually has some pretty chill options. for online shopping, bearbottom shorts is not too expensive & has a lot of colors in both 5’ & 7’ shorts. i really like the swim shorts both& just made (not sure if they’re sold out). get lighter colors in the summer if you want for shorts, & just… no khaki.

& i love a t-shirt, but it’s in how it’s worn. i don’t think it even needs to be an interesting t-shirt, but it should have a fit & pov that looks intentional. i like to get my t-shirts a size up & tuck them in, sometimes pair them with an overshirt. if i know i’m going to be SWEATING & i want to wear a tshirt, i’ll wear something looser & actually thicker cotton in either black or white. i’ve had top surgery so i can wear tanks without stress but if binding is a concern, both& has some great tanks for ppl who bind.

if you do want to be more dressed up than a short/t-shirt combo, the answer is & will always be linen. a short sleeved linen button up (from really anywhere you like that fits well — uniqlo has both men’s & women’s in many earthtones for under $50!) is The Key. put it on as an overshirt over your t-shirt or wear it buttoned halfway in a french tuck. i prefer to stay away from patterns & bright colors bc it can easily look a little zany, but do your thing there. i have a few pairs of linen pants i also love, especially for things like taking my wife on a date, or if it’s just a cool day/nighttime activity etc. literally just… linen button ups & linen pants, even drawstring pants! if you wanna ball out, theory makes my favorite linen pants, but oak + fort is a close second & much more affordable. everlane also has all of these pieces in mens & womens & is very high quality!

idk ur shoe situation but two great options are always birkenstocks (the rubber ones are under $50 & v comfortable) and/or all white low air force 1s. a good all white sneaker is a great starter sneaker & will always go with everything. i myself prefer dunk lows but u gotta rly be wanting to invest in some sneakers to do that lmao but if you are! they’re cool

lastly, small accessories go a long way! i have a few chains, a small hoop earring, a ring (& my wedding ring but lol i don’t think we can count that as an accessory), & then sunglasses i love. i have a Beautiful watch from my wife but literally just a watch w a normal watch face & a leather band is better than nothing or wearing a smart watch out when there’s quite literally no need lol. a good baseball cap, either plain black or from a cool brand (mine for this summer is aime leon dore) is both a nice addition & also practical. do not & i mean Do Not carry around a backpack unless u Absolutely have to lol. masc cross body bags or canvas totes are much better if u need a bag

also:

- you can find tons of overshirts thrifting or at outlets! since they don’t have to fit perfectly it can be a great place to look for them

- i live & die by a good pair of light wash denim in the summer. allsaints & madewell always have beautiful denim, but you can look at levi’s as well, or thrift!

- tailoring is not expensive!!!!!!!!! if u find pants u love that are too long, just get them hemmed! fr it’s like $10, everyone needs a good tailor

- never underestimate a good sweatshort/t-shirt/overshirt/birks moment to go get a cup of coffee or something… 10/10

- i have definitely not been in a place financially to do this in the past, so pls take this w a grain of salt & of course do what’s best for your budget, but higher quality, simple fabrics ethically made are ALWAYS going to be best. they’ll last longer & keep their fit. launder ur clothes carefully too! hang drying pants & heavy cotton will get their lifespan to extend. & it’s 100% cool to find brands u love & stick to them. if u find a piece u like, u can get it in a few colors, rather than trying to find a bunch of other stuff. quality > quantity, capsule wardrobes are easier to wear & maintain

- some ppl whose fashion i like rn: courtney williams, arike ogunbowale, shanice van de sanden. & sue bird knows how to wear a short/button up summer set with the best of them. kristen kish Obviously. (& also i love mal from the queer ultimatum lmfaoooo)

- wear whatever u want, just not cargo shorts :)

#i can Hear tanny throwing a pile of cargo shorts from the closet to the floor lmaoooo #but rly it’s just linen that’s it that’s the most important thing lol #not to be silly but u should watch s7e2 of queer eye bc tan gives some great butch summer advice!

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secretcircuit · 2 years

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descendant, sagittarius, 1H!

descendant: what kind of people do you usually attract?

ooh good question... usually ppl who are creative (in various ways!)... people who like Bickering / can dish & take a good roast... also a lot of pisces, libras, & scorpios come into my life which i find interesting...!

sagittarius: what places would you like to travel in the future?

ahhhhhhh someday... i want to travel to the so-called pacific northwest again; it's beautiful there (& i have friends there!)... ive considered backpacking, too, before? but haven't given much thought as to where!

1H: describe your style

i dress so if u look at me u are like "oh, ur butch" or "oh, ur a jock": pants/shorts, T-shirt, button-down long-sleeved shirt. sometimes a backwards baseball hat if im going outside lol. basically i dress like a cartoon character designed for ease of animation. i tend to wear a lot of dark blues/greens, purples, a lot of black... earthy tones! i am always very comfortable :) oh & i love socks with fun patterns!!

thank u for these asks!! they were fun :))

#ask meme answers #transmascchoso

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denkilightning · 4 years

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trans bakusquad headcanons

(written by a transmasc person)

First their ✨gender flavors✨:

denki (afab): transmasc enby (he they), katsuki (afab): trans boy (he), hanta (amab): genderqueer (they, later +she he), mina (amab): genderfluid (any pron), eijirou (afab): trans boy (he); [additionally kyouka (afab): nonbinary (they)]

the first to come out was hanta and they were very stressed cus their dad almost killed them the first time they came out

imagine their surprise when denki just went "oh wait thats?? a coming out????" and hanta goes "yes???" and denkis just "oh cool. name, prons and identity?" and mina just goes "if u have one. its perfectly valid if you dont have it figured out" and katsuki adds "also alright if youd like to not be referred to at all" and hanta just starts happy crying cus its so fucking easy??? so they tell their name and prons and that theyre genderqueer

and then they realised "wait- some of you are trans too?" and every single one of them goes "yes" and they all laugh and eijirou reminds them that if they want to change some things up or try some new terms the squad is there to support them and apologies for misgendering them before

and then the topic changes and they just go on their day

and thats how they all came out

denki realized he was trans when he was three. that is, when his sense of gender has developed (scientifically speaking, the sense of gender identity shows up around three years old) and since his older sister was trans too

his parents asked him what name would he like to have (his parents were incredibly smart but,, they were also dumbasses) and he just went 'blip!! electricity!!!' so they were like 'uh okay? how about denki? it means electricity in japanese!' 'kay'

and that is peak enby culture. im still thinking about changing my name to 'rock rock' and fleeting to australia or new zealand

katsuki doesn't bind!!! he trains and sweats too much to wear one!!!!! he just wears sports bras!!!! and honestly so good for him!!!!!

eijirou never really minded femininity and stuff but he just really really really like 'manly' stuff. his love for crimson riot only deepened that and on of his moms went 'maybe youd like to be a boy honey?' and he just went ':O i can???' 'if you feel like it?' ':D!!!' and he got his binder and started T before entering ua

mina doesnt really know her gender... if she were to describe it shed describe it as like a holograph itll always look different. they experimented with terms throughout middle school and high school. he just threw genderfluid sprinkles in like the 3rd year and went 'yeah thats cool'

bakugou manspreads to assert domination against weak cis boys

mina makes them all pride merch!!!

denki took blockers all his life so he has absolutely no idea how period feels, he jsut knows biologically-wise what it is and that it can hurt more than a fucking heart attack

so he freaks out when katsuki gets his period at school. the rest of the squad freaks out too. if not eijirou theyd all be dead

from that time denki carries all the period stuff in his backpack and always has an extra in his locker

squad in skirts? squad in skirts

'on wednesdays we wear skirts cus gender roles are for ugly people'

denki doesnt really like dresses but hes cool with skirts, especially paired with his martens so in consequence their skirt days turn out to be way more punk than expected

denki is v v v non passing so he looks like a soft butch lesbian most of times

he likes the way he looks but that gets many people hitting on him who think hes a girl. he doesnt mind, he always makes sure to send the cute and nice ones to mina though

they have a huge ass weighted blanket with a trans flag on it, and the whole squad fits there

denki hanta and minas hobby is confusing cis people

gender comforming? never heard of her

denki once said jesus is a trans man and hanta, a half portuguese catholic, cannot get this out of their head

anyway theyre all trans fight me

#bakusquad #trans bnha #denki kaminari #katsuki bakugou #hanta sero #mina ashido #eijirou kirishima #*mine #*mine: headcanons #death tw #death mention

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libra-kirishima · 4 years

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Hey noticed requests are open and my bisexual ass is gay for Ochako. Can I request an imagine with a fem!reader that's butch, tall, and stoic/quiet (not very good at noticing flirting signs). Prompt can be reader accidentally does kabe-don to Ochako and Ochako is just flustered as fUck and internally screams "Is this kabe-don???" thank u

Everybody loves cool older butch girls. That's not an opinion it's a fact. Everyone loves cool older butch wlw girls.

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Your concentration on the text book before you was interrupted by the sound of paper shuffling. A second later, a small stack of white sheets with bold black lettering was slid into your line of sight.

"Do me a favor and put those in that filing cabinet behind you? There should be a new folder in there labelled 'Uraraka.'" He told you.

"Of course," You answered, rolling back in your office chair to do as you were asked. "I'm so sorry if it looked like I wasn't working, sir. I assure you I was paying full attention to-"

"Relax." He assured you. "You're fine. Last minute cramming?"

"Yeah," You sighed, closing the filing cabinet. "History test tomorrow and I haven't had a chance to-" Turning back around, you expected to meet the figure of your boss, but instead found your gaze locked on that of a short girl with wide brown eyes.

"She's not gonna hurt you, (Y/N)." Gunhead laughed. "This is our new intern."

"Oh, right, sorry!" You hadn't realized that you were staring, or that you stopped talking, until he had called you on it. You stood to give her a proper introduction. "Sorry about that. Uraraka, right? I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you."

Once she got a good look at you, it was Uraraka's turn to be tongue tied.

You were taller than her. And while that wasn't saying much for her, you were much taller than her. She had to look up to meet eyes with you. Your gaze was intense, and your eyes were sharp. You were strong, presumably achieved with Gunhead's help. Sharp features led her to believe you were older than her as well, but she couldn't bring herself to be intimidated by you. She was too busy staring to process any thoughts other than "wow."

Thankfully before she could embarrass herself in front of you, Gunhead spoke.

"(Y/N) is a third year that works here on a work study. You guys go to the same school." He added. "It's a pretty small agency, so we all kind of fill in for each other whenever there are gaps. You'll catch on pretty quickly, Uraraka. No need to be nervous."

"Our secretary had to stay home today because her son got sick, so I'm on front desk duty for today. But I'm sure she'll be back in a day or two, so you'll meet her soon."

Ochako nodded, offering you a small smile but not managing to form any words. All she could do was smile, nod, and stare. Hoping all the while that it didn't come off as creepy. You shrugged, figuring the girl was just nervous, and returned to the textbook before you while your boss continued his tour.

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She'd interned there three days, and so for three straight days all of her thoughts were overwhelmed by you.

But today was different. With the agency's secretary back at work, she encountered you for the first time today in the middle of hand to hand combat with Gunhead. She couldn't stop watching the two of you until you swiftly pinned him to the mat, and turned back to wave at her. Uraraka waved back before bashfully gazing down at her feet. Another moment later you were pinned beneath him on the mat.

"You had me, too! But you just had to lose focus." He chuckled.

"Saying hi is the nice thing to do." You answered. "I thought you said it was important for us to make her feel welcome."

You bantered back and forth as he helped you to your feet and shifted his focus to training her.

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Five days.

"I think you've gotten used to me, Uraraka." Gunhead laughed from beneath her. "I'm proud."

"Thank you, sir. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Here why don't you try fighting with (Y/N)?"

Uraraka shifted to look at you. You'd been watching them the entire time, wordlessly observing every move she made. She felt her face burn, and hoped that you would assume it was from the exercise and not from the way you watched her like a vulture watched it's prey from above.

"'Kay." You answered, standing to stretch the muscles in your arms. The rational part of her brain is telling her that she should be terrified, but she could hardly focus on that when you were so captivating in the way you moved.

She couldn't fight back even if she tried. Ochako basically let you sweep her off her feet and to the ground. Her head hit the mat with a thunk, but she couldn't feel any pain when you were on top of her with an arm on either side of her head. "Oh, come on. You let me win that one." You cooed. She tried to form a single coherent sentence, but once again found herself wordless. "Cat got your tongue, Uraraka?" You joked. A smirk graced your face as you helped her to her feet again. "We'll go again. But don't go easy on me this time. Alright?"

Filled with a newfound sense of vigor, she nodded and braced herself.

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The end of her seventh day. Her last day there.

Uraraka feels like she's learned so much, but also that she still has so much to learn.

"You should try to come back here." You told her in the agency's locker room. "Once you're in the place to start looking for a work study, I mean."

"I'll definitely try to." She answered. Suddenly she was flooded with guilt for not speaking to you more while she had the chance.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you every day." You told her, shooting her a smile as you slipped your costume into your bag so you could wash it over the weekend.

"Me too." She mumbled. Here goes nothing. "We should hang out some time."

You grinned at her.

"Yeah, totally." You answered. "You should let me take you out some time."

"Like... Like a date?"

"Could be a date if you want it to be."

Uraraka's face felt like it was on fire. Just like her first day there, all she could do was smile and nod. You slipped a note card from your backpack and scribbled something down on it. "Here, take this." You tell her as you make your way for the door.

"English Colonial India?"

"No, not that. The other side." You told her before slipping out the door for the day.

Beneath a short list of facts about the East India Company, she noticed a phone number scribbled in green pen with a small message beside it.

'Call me :)'

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #uraraka ochako #uraraka x reader #wlw x reader #wlw imagine #wlw imagines

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Sorry for asking so much but if u dont mind i like to think that blossom sees boomer like his little bro so lile one day boomer having panic attack and blossom helping him. God i love my bby boy suffering

Oh don’t apologize! I love it! Ask as much as you want love. Fun fact, I used to have panic disorder from the age of 6- 17 so I know all about panic attacks. That wasn’t a very fun fact but uhhh, hope you enjoy!

Everything in this fic is from my own experience and I also took psychology as well.

So I’m going to write this with my version of my own attacks so what you see boomer having is equivalent to mine. From my own experience just so that no one comes for me, I can’t speak for about ten minutes and its had to move so im either sitting or under neath something like a desk. Once I can talk, I stutter and can barely form full sentences. Its important to know that panic attack and anxiety attacks are much different as the first doesn’t have triggers but the second does. Also the first thought you have when you going into a panic attack is thinking you are about to die, scary but its true.

Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fic and sorry that it took so long to do!

Pairing: Blossom and Boomer (non shipping)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She never really knew how or why she heard it. Super hearing gave you many things but hearing the worlds smallest sob escape trembling lips was never something she usually picked up on.

It buzzed in her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with a slight chill. Soon her feet were taking her upstairs and it was the first time she had ignored the hall pass rule.

Being a hero meant she had to be ready for anything. Monster attacks, demons rising from the pits of hell and even gangs shooting up stores, it was all part of the deal, yet there were some problems that not even super powers could handle.

She opened the door to the roof slowly before stepping out and feeling the crisp and cool air of the morning. It would have been peaceful if someone wasn’t crying. Her foot steps were that of a ghost as she walked towards the other end and she dropped to her knees before placing a hand on a trembling shoulder.

“Boomer?” she asked quietly.

The blond boy looked up, his eyes had been blown wide and were rubbed red to the point that they might scar. His lips trembled as he said nothing stared at her with an empty look.

She felt frightened in that moment, not for her well being but his. She watched as his lips parted but nothing came out. He tried to speak but his voice was like a desert. Dry and bare.

His eyes searched for an answer, something to cling and grab onto so he could swim.

“Boomer, are you okay?” She asked knowing the answer already. Again, no words but blue eyes that begged for help.

His breathing picked up, hyperventilation coming into play and he brought his hands to his ears and slammed his foot down as if to drown out the silence. Blossom searched for any sign of what could have hurt him, she had to think. There was nothing, no monster or attack and he didn’t seem physically hurt, so what could-

Oh. Oh. OH.

She should have known what was happening the minute it she saw him. Her advanced psychology classes came into handy just now.

“Boomer.” She said softly and he opened his eyes. “I think you are having a panic attack.” His eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. “Okay maybe you are aware of that but I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

Boomer said nothing and she didn’t expect him too. She made a mental note that he was going non verbal during these and maybe that's why he couldn’t call for help.

Blossom dug through her bag for her notes and found it in record time. “Okay lets see, panic attacks.” She began to read. “The first thing that happens during an attack is the thought of death. Oh.” She frown. “There is a constant state of panic that last five to ten minutes but the after math of the fear could last hours. In order to stop a panic attack, the person experiencing it must wait it out or an extreme reaction can help quicken the process, other than that, there's nothing to do.” She scoffed. “Gee that was helpful.”

All she needed was a distraction, she could do that. She could tell a joke? No, she wasn’t good at those and only got a humorous reaction from her clumsiness. Instead of trying to figure it out, her phone was her next best guess.

“Don’t worry Boomer, I got you.” She smiled. She went to a few different sources and found one. “Ice in the mouth. It should trick your brain into thinking about it instead.” Blossom looked around. “Where can I get ice?”

She suddenly felt a finger poke at her cheek. She looked at Boomer who was point at his mouth then to her. Oh!

“My ice breath!” She cheered and held out her hand and carefully blowed until a small cube formed in her hand. “I’m not sure Boomer that might be a little gross-”

The cube was taken and before she could protest, it was in his mouth.

“Okay then, how's that working?” She questioned with a soft expression.

He looked from the left then to the right as he shifted the ice in his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“I-” He tried to say as tears formed in his eyes again.

Blossom put her hand on his and ushered him not to speak.

“Its okay, you don't have to say anything. You got through it, I’m sorry I was only here at the end but you did it, Boomer.” She said proudly.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve that was already soaked from earlier and leaned to grab her shoulder and pull her into a hug. She felt the tension from his shoulders fall instantly and his heart rate slower to a more desired rate as he hugged her tighter and held her for a moment. She didn’t dare budge but gave him a squeeze and ruffled his hair as he pulled away.

“Your face is awfully red, maybe you should go home.” She said as she helped him stand.

He nodded and grabbed his bag. “T-thank you.” He croaked. “No one has ever been with me before.” He said sadly.

She frowned. “Does Brick know?”

Boomer shifted on the balls of his feet. “No.”

“Do...do you have these often?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“Once a month maybe. Most of the time I’m at home, haven’t have a public one in a while.”

“Was there anything that could have caused it?”

He bit his lip and shrugged. “No. You read those books, they are random but Brick and Butch fighting constantly and the stress of school doesn’t help. But it's okay.” He offered her a smile. “That ice trick worked really well. Without you, I probably would have been there until school got out. I’m just really happy it was you and not anyone else.” He said honestly.

“I think you should tell your brothers. You can barely speak in that state and I would hate for something to happen when you couldn’t call out for anyone.”

He tightened his hold on his backpack and gulped. “I don’t want to. Its embarrassing. I’d rather keep it to myself, I can handle it.”

She knew there was no way he would budge. She exhaled and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“hey what are-”

“Im installing a safety button. My sisters and I have a button that we can push that automatic lets us know when we are in danger and can’t speak. It's mostly for missions and things like that but this is just as important.” She handed him his phone back. “So when ever this happens and you feel like you need some help or someone to just sit there with you, I’m one click away.”

He stared at the button and placed his thumb over it. A beeping noise came from Blossoms phone and she pulled it out to silence it. “See like that.”

A wave of emotions came over Boomer as he began to tear up for the hundredth time. “Blossom, I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”

Blossom brought him in for another hug. “You won’t be alone any longer, I promise.”

She felt him nod against her shoulder and wiped the tear steaming down his cheek with her thumb. “Lets go get you check out to the office and sent home, you should rest.”

“Yeah. I’m a little dizzy.”

She wrapped her arm around his and the began to walk towards the office just as the bell rang.

“Damn it, I miss third period.” Boomer sighed.

“Its fine. Buttercup will give you the homework and I’ll get anything else you need.”

“You really don’t have to Bloss.”

“As a hero and more importantly, a friend, I will.” Blossom said.

“Boomer.” They heard a voice behind and she knew instantly it was Brick.

They stopped walking just as Brick came in front of them. “The hell are you doing?” Brick asked as he looked at their conjoined arms.

Boomer was about to say something but Blossom squeezed his arm.

“Hes not feeling well and I’m sending him home.” Blossom stated.

“You were fine this morning.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Buttercup said you ditched class.”

“He didn’t ditch. Some of us have emotions and right now Boomer is not feeling too well, he can explain on his own time but as his now older sister, I am making him go home and rest.”

“What she said.” Boomer said just as he yawned.

Brick rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, go home.”

Boomer gave him a small smile.

“Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in the office.” Blossom said as Boomer walked ahead.

“Is he really sick?” Brick asked and she could sense that he was really worried.

“I wouldn’t say that but its also not my place. Just go easy on him, he's having a hard time right now and I think having his brother help him through it would be good for both of you.” She reassured him.

“Alright, whatever. I’ll make sure Boomer is fine.”

Blossom smiled and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You're so sweet.” She gushed dramatically.

Bricks face flushed slightly as he took her hand and tried to hide his smirk. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s not be late to chemistry.”

“Would love too but I have to go use my puff powers to get my new little brother home.”

“Little brother?” Brick shook his head. “What are you adopting him next?”

“I just might.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya in class.” She winked as she headed towards the office.

She found Boomer sitting in one of the chairs. “If you could stop canoodling with my brother, I would like to leave, I got a massive headache and my face is a disaster from crying.”

“We weren’t canoodling.” She said under her breath as she went up to the office lady.

Boomer sat and watched as she talked. He felt better by a landslide since she came to help him and hearing her refer to him as a little brother made him a little more happy then he cared to admit. Watching Blossom talk and win over the woman made him smile as he hugged his arms together.

“Yeah, big sis would be nice.” He said to himself but he didn't miss the way her lips turned up into a small smile.

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I hope you enjoyed! I actually really liked this prompt and sometimes its good to read things that can help you in daily life.

#ppg #ppg fic #boomer ppg #blossom ppg #blossick ppg #thewritingstar

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farcillesbian · 3 years

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3, 15, 17, and 23

3. answered in the previous post!

15. What's your ideal first date?

I don't know that I have one ideal date in mind - something sweet and gentle and maybe a little romantic. I have always wanted to have a picnic date (partly because I have a little picnic kit backpack that I've never gotten to use) so 😳

17. What's the most attractive thing a person can wear?

uhhhhhh literally anything butches wear. god help me I love butches so much. a butch in a suit. a butch in paint splattered overalls. a butch in jeans and a simple t-shirt. a butch in a sweet little button down shirt. a butch in a sweater. agghhhjjjj

23. What's your dream wedding like?

somewhere outdoors, not super huge, non religious ceremony, pets involved, and I think live bands are fun 😊

thank u mars my sweetest husbark ily

#petchyposting #lesblogging #this counts as lesblogging because of how fucking gay i got #ask game #bitrender

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eveningclouds · 4 years

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I have a genuine question for you and I hope I am being as transparent, honest and polite as possible. I was reading your about page. can you explain your sexuality as being lesbian while also identifying as male? Truly, I am trying to be more knowledgable in the LGBTQ community. thanks in advance!

thank u for asking so politely! i’ll try to answer as concisely yet accurately as possible, & feel free to hmu if u have more questions :)

a) i think the first thing to note is that pronouns don’t inherently have gender. some pronouns can be associated with certain genders [ex. most cis women typically use she/her pronouns], & pronouns can reflect one’s unique experience with gender [ex. someone who is nonbinary but might identify more with masculinity might use he/him or they/them pronouns].

but at the end of the day, pronouns just replace people’s names in a sentence. [ex. ‘this is robin’s backpack’ -> ‘this is his backpack’ or ‘this is their backpack’ or ‘this is her backpack’].

names aren’t necessarily gendered [ex. i know a man and a woman who both go by jordan] & therefore, pronouns aren’t [necessarily] gendered, either!

by this line of reasoning, i use he/him pronouns, but i do not identify as male/a man.

b) there are many definitions of lesbianism because sexuality is both an individual and an environmental/societal thing! some people define lesbianism to be ‘a woman who is exclusively attracted to and pursues relationships with other women.’

however, i find that a more accurate version of lesbianism is ‘someone who does not identify as a man, who is exclusively attracted to others who do not identify as men.’ i still have a few qualms about this definition, bcz i’d rather not define myself by what i am not, but it’s the most...encompassing one i can find atm

many lesbians only feel a connection to womanhood through their lesbianism - if they weren’t lesbians, they wouldn’t identify as women. their love of women, as people who aren’t men, is what connects them to womanhood. therefore, some lesbians might define their gender identity as ‘lesbian’ rather than ‘woman.’ some bisexual wlw may also consider their gender to be ‘bisexual.’

c) according to some people, lesbianism is inherently gender nonconforming.

their line of reasoning essentially follows: women are expected to only be in relationships with men -> women who do not only wish to be in relationships with men, go against typical gender roles ascribed to women. [if ur curious, i’d recommend looking up monique wittig - i disagree w many things she writes, but she has some interesting things to say]

lesbians [& bisexual women, & other wlw] have a history of playing with gender & subverting gender norms as a result of their attraction to, and prioritization of, other women...butch/femme relationships/identities are one example of this!

someone’s gender might also be influenced by their race, disability, or other factors -- ex. gender is a colonial construct that legitimizes whiteness, so women of color might experience gender differently than white women [ex. women are typically expected to naturally have less body/facial hair...but women of color tend to have more hormones that grow facial hair, & so, go against the typical expectations of their gender]

d) there’s a history of lesbians [& likely, other wlw], who use he/him pronouns to reflect their relationship with gender & womanhood & sexuality.

storme delarverie, from stonewall, used he/him pronouns; leslie feinberg, author of stone butch blues, was a lesbian who used he/hir pronouns [https://www.lesliefeinberg.net/]

#sorry if the read more doesn't work & lmk if u'd like further explanation!!#mail #lesbian

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cometcrystal · 4 years

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lesbitchin replied to your photo “lovecore flannel, pineapple backpack, new fidget spinnor, and fudge...”

that flannel is so cute i love it

thank u i knew i had to have it the second i saw it. lisa frank butch is my aes

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moristarcake · 5 years

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Biff Tannen x Reader: Chapter One

(Please read the author’s note)

(A/N: Two changes: this will take place in college, not high school like it was in the movie, and there’s no terrible r*pe plot line with Marty’s mom anymore. Obviously this could be taken as a meme or seriously, I don’t mind either way you see it, but c’mon, Biff Tannen deserves redemption. His actor’s too sweet and handsome.)

Finishing class work early always has its perks of free time and earlier sleep, but it didn’t come without a cost, either. (Y/N)’s eyelid’s droop in boredom as they walk along the sun baked sidewalk of Hill Valley. A small, uninteresting town with nothing to do but glance at passing shops and daydream of buying trinkets with money you don’t have.

Not even being in college makes things more interesting around here. The old building where students gather is about as fun as a funeral. Professors are strict, students are too tired to party, and there are no dorms to stay in. Most of the community college’s students still live with their parents or in a dinky little apartment somewhere close to campus.

(Y/N) had the latter, and their job to keep the stupid apartment was even more grueling than school. Still, they had the day off of work so they were free to do as they wished after classes were over.

They still had to walk everywhere, though. A job at a gas station didn’t exactly pay enough to get through a month’s rent, let alone a car.

A sigh escapes them as they shift the weight of their backpack, soreness developing in the centre of their spine. It was a long walk home, and the sun was beating down mercilessly onto their skin and sticky clothes. Instead of continuing forward, they made a sharp turn down a cul-de-sac with a small bakery squatting next to larger buildings, and trudged into ‘McFly’s Pies’, the bell atop the door notifying an elderly man behind the counter.

“Well if it isn’t Little Brown,” he chuckles, sliding from around the counter, “summer heat got you beat?”

They glance up at him unamused, “what’s with that lingo, Marty? It’s twenty-twenty one.”

“Since when is rhyming words together ‘lingo’?”

“Since an old man said it to look cool,” they gave him a smile and plopped into a seat.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, smacking them with a dishrag, “you and me both know your grandpa was the coolest old man to ever live.” He slips behind the counter and grabs a glass, filling it with cool water.

(Y/N) shrugs, “never met him Mart, only heard stories from you and Jen.” They take the glass gladly, gulping it down faster than they should have. Marty shakes his head and pulls out the seat across from them.

“Hey, slow down kid. And they aren’t stories, (Y/N). I may be old but I know what happened to me, Doc, and that DeLorean.” (Y/N) gives him a disapproving look over their glass, but remains silent. This has been an argument ever since (Y/N) was little, even their mother would take Marty’s side. ‘Emmet Brown was her father after all, she would know!’ was what Marty would always rebuke with. They’ve learned to ignore it, though there was always that curiosity of why they’d keep it up for so long, if it was a lie.

“Look,” his sudden speech caught (Y/N) off guard, “you got school work to do?” They shook their head, a wave of boredom hitting them again as they remembered there was nothing to do for today. Marty leaned forward in his seat, a trademark sly smirk wrinkling his already wrinkled face, “I got the key to Doc’s old shed. He kept all of his inventions in there. Mind reading machine, dream controller, even the DeLorean. It’s all in there.”

(Y/N) leans forward as well, intrigued, “what? Why are you telling me this now, after all those years of bickering?”

“I’d lost the damn thing,” he said, holding up a copper key he dug out of his pocket, “but turns out after ten years I found it under the pie racks today. Must be fate, huh?”

(Y/N) throws themself back dramatically in their chair and groans, “don’t tell me you believe in fate now, Mart. What’s next, true love?”

He chuckles and throws the key to them, “Jennifer’s all the proof I need, (Y/N). Even after seeing future old, gross, wrinkly me when she was a teen, she still loved me. And now that I am that old, gross, wrinkly man-”

“You’re only fifty two.”

“-she still loves me.” (Y/N) rolls their eyes so hard they’re sure they ruptured a vessel, but they can’t argue. Though they don’t entirely believe Marty and Jen’s fanciful story, they do know the couple had been together since high school. And that takes a lot.

“Well she ain’t wrinkle free either,” (Y/N) remarks, a shit eating grin tugging at the corners of their mouth as Marty widens his eyes in mock amazement.

“Sick burn Little Brown, now bounce. You already know where the shed is.” He shoo’s them as he hauls himself from the chair. (Y/N) wrinkles their nose at the obvious use of old slang, and grabs their bag.

“See ya.” He gives them a final wave before they disappear out the door, the bell chiming soon after.

It doesn’t take long for the sun to become an annoyance again as (Y/N) makes the final stretch out of the cul-de-sac, past their old house, and in front of a looming, beaten warehouse. Well, garage. Supposedly Doc Brown moved from Germany with his mother and father, who were rich, and bought a mansion here. It got destroyed, and the garage of it was where he lived until (Y/N)’s mother was born. Their mother told them he made a living making inventions for his clients because he spent the whole family fortune on trying to make the DeLorean.

“Crazy old geezer,” they say to themself as their eyes scan the chipped plaster, “I see where I get it from.”

The copper key in their palm reverberates with uncertainty. The fact that Marty found the key after ten years of it being lost seems unbelievably fishy to them. They’d known him since they could walk after all. That smirk meant something. But what was he hiding?

They slowly bring the key to the lock, pausing a few moments before finally shoving it in and twisting the gears. If there was any moment to find out, it was now.

The door creaks open followed by a barrage of dust and cold air. They bring their hand up to their mouth and cough, using the other to wave the particles away. Even though it was mostly dark, the thin curtains on the windows allowed sunlight to stream through. Silent clocks decorated the walls in large amounts, and strange looking machines stood with an eerie stillness about them. Furniture and cooking appliances looked untouched, a thick layer of dust coating the counters and a solitary TV in the corner.

And in the middle of it all, was a sleek, ivory car.

Feeling strange would be an understatement. Though (Y/N) had never met their grandfather, their mother and Marty’s eyes would light up whenever they spoke of him, and a warm fondness would unmistakably be present in their words. It felt as if (Y/N) didn’t have the right to be in here. They’d never known him, why were they allowed to glimpse his former life? It felt wrong, but they press forward into the frigid darkness.

(Y/N)’s hands graze the walls for a light switch, but upon finding and trying one there was no luck. They sigh and reach in their back pocket, pulling out their phone and turning on the flashlight. The rather rough looking sports car caught their eye almost immediately and they made their way through the clutter towards it. Dents and scrapes littered the bumper and doors as well as the windows.

“Damn, girl,” (Y/N) ran their hand across the damage, “you’ve been through hell. Maybe I’ll get dad to fix you up.” It wasn’t until they wandered to the back that they noticed the thrusters jutting from an intricate tangle of wires and added machinery, “oh, well, maybe not.”

They nearly leap from their skin as the door of the DeLorean hisses open, causing them to whip around and aim the flashlight inside the older vehicle. Slowly, they crept up to the opening, peeking inside and unsurprisingly seeing, well, nothing. “You better not be haunting me, gramps,” they grumble, feeling irritation crawl up their back.

There’s a pause before (Y/N) rolls their eyes and climb in, letting curiosity get the better of them. They switch off the light and pocket their phone, throwing their backpack to the passenger seat as well. Their fingers come to trace the various buttons and switches with wonder, questioning for a moment if what their mother and Marty said is really true.

Bright red, green, and yellow lights obscure their vision as their finger hits a switch.

Their hands immediately shoot up to cover their eyes as a dormant pair of goggles drop onto their lap. Blinded, they scream and rear their foot forward on the pedal. The ancient car lurches backward, tearing through various machines and furniture before breaking out of the garage. They grip the arms of the seat and move to slam the break, but it’s all too late. There’s a piercing array of colours before a zap of white light swallows (Y/N) along with the DeLorean, and they vanish.

For @mintgreenmenace and @im-a-butch-bitch-u-cant-kill-me in particular. They supported me in the making, real MVPs :’)

#back to the future #biff tannen #fanfic #scifi #whyamiwritingthis #whydidmybraindecideitwasokaytomakemeloveanasshole

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lamphous · 7 years

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no. 33 for our lesbian butch and femme daughters El and Mike thank u

It is November 2nd, 1987, the middle-of-nowhere, Indiana, and Mike Wheeler is sitting in a tree with the girl she has a crush on. It’s pretty much the most excruciating experience of her entire life, and that’s including the time Dustin accidentally dropped a giant rock on her foot in the second grade.

from this post and a softer world 429: “I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)”

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El Hopper is different.

For starters, her name is El. Not short for anything, just… El. She wears a lot of dark clothes and old plaid shirts and has a bit of an attitude, but has no tolerance for any of the bullying people who like her usually occupy themselves with. She rarely talks, and when she does it’s in weirdly serious short sentences. No one knows anything about her other than that her dad is the new police chief, just moved back from Chicago, and that she’s ridiculously good at dodgeball. El Hopper shows up the first day of tenth grade with a beat up backpack and an omnipresent Walkman and Mike Wheeler absolutely falls in love.

Maybe it’s because she’s watched too many teen movies (all Nancy’s fault), maybe it’s because she’s been stuck with the same set of kids since kindergarten, but Mike can’t help but think that her life hinges on this moment, that El is the mysterious and beautiful stranger who appears one day to take Mike out of her boring existence and sweep her away into adventure and romance. She dares to tell Will this one day, a few weeks after El arrives in their lives, and Will smiles kindly in his way, but Mike can tell he finds it at least a little stupid.

Mike agrees. It is stupid. It’s stupid the way she daydreams in the direction of the back of El’s curly head, thinks of El when Nancy won’t stop playing her shitty pop music, feels the slightest bit cold walking home and immediately imagines how much warmer she’d be wearing El’s black denim jacket. It’s stupid, which is why Mike will never tell anyone else as long as she lives.

But Mike is going to explode if she doesn’t tell anyone, so Will is her only solace. He sits patiently with Mike in her basement, sketching random objects around the room as Mike bemoans how cute El was in her cuffed overalls that day.

“I mean, how does she even do that?” She throws her hands up and accidentally punches the floor. “Ow!”

Will looks up from his notebook on the opposite sofa, part amused and part concerned. “Did you forget you were upside down again?”

“Shut up.” Mike flips over and glares at him briefly. “I just don’t get how she made cuffed overalls look good. It’s ridiculous.”

Turning back to his paper, Will says offhand, “I liked her socks.”

Mike sits up abruptly. “What.”

“Her socks.” Will continues drawing, unperturbed. “They had comets and stars on them, I thought they were neat.”

Mike can’t help the way her eyes automatically narrow. “Do you have a crush on El?”

Will’s pencil stutters to a halt. “No!” Judging by his blush, either he’s a really bad liar or— Well, okay, Mike knows he’s a really bad liar, but that doesn’t seem to be the current issue, so she flops back onto her sofa.

“Good. I’d feel really bad if I had to kick your ass.”

She stares at the ceiling restlessly. The thought of anyone else being… interested in El, even her best friend, just feels wrong. Not even in a possessive way, because she’s so scared of anything approaching that kind of thing and El is amazing, Mike would never want to tie her down or anything, and they’re fifteen for crying out loud, but she just feels like they’re perfect for each other and it would be really cool to hold El’s hand.

Plus, she would feel bad if she had to kick Will’s ass. He’s her best friend, and also super scrawny.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” Will asks after a while, glancing up from his drawing again.

Mike’s confusion stops her racing thoughts. “‘Do about it?’”

“You know…” Will blushes a little and waves ineffectively. “Are you going to ask her out, or…?”

“Are you kidding me?” Her mind can’t even comprehend the concept. “No way. She’s so…”

“Intimidating?” Will offers.

“Pretty.”

Will looks at her knowingly until she flips him off, at which point he laughs and asks, “So you’re not going to roll to seduce the knight?”

She throws a pillow at him and he laughs again as he ducks. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would kick your ass. And besides, why am I not the knight?”

“Because she is,” Mike says. “It’s like… you’re Princess Leia and she’s Han Solo.”

Will deserves that second pillow to the face and Mike will stand by that. He’s good at keeping secrets, though, so she trusts him to not blab to the others. She’s not embarrassed or anything (well, maybe a little, El is just so cool…) but they’re not the greatest with that kind of stuff.

Don’t get her wrong, Mike loves Lucas and Dustin, but they’re kinda assholes. They make fun, and it’s great, usually, but she doesn’t need that right now. It’s hard enough to not freak out whenever El has to talk to her without the two of them nudging her in the ribs and waggling their eyebrows at her.

Will, though… He’s a good confidante, and a kind listener. He’s a good friend. His only failing is that sometimes he’s so good of a friend that he forgets that not everyone else is.

Since starting high school the four of them have taken to eating lunch in the usually abandoned art room. Lucas and Will were against it at first, but once Mike and Dustin won over Will with the promise of the good colored pencils they had a majority. Once Will befriended the art teacher, they even got to use her record player and collection. All in all, it was a pretty sweet setup, and definitely made up for the fact that they were only there because the alternative was the hellscape that was Hawkins High’s cafeteria.

The context doesn’t matter, but they’re sitting around listening to Ms. Pound’s Tears For Fears album at Will’s request (because Jonathan keeps telling him to always widen his horizons) when Will accidentally says it.

“Oh yeah, Mike, like you and El.”

Mike immediately starts glaring as hard as she can at Will, but the damage is done.

“What?!” Dustin almost spits his chocolate milk. When he swallows, he blurts, “You like El?”

“Shut up!” Mike glances at the open door and the hallway beyond.

“Of course she does,” Lucas says as if he’d known the entire time and definitely didn’t just see it. “She always stutters when they’re paired up for Biology.”

“Shut up!” Mike says again, just a little more furtive. She really should’ve made sure to close the door.

Dustin nudges her. “Maybe she likes you back.”

Mike restrains herself to only shoving him at medium strength.

“Seriously!” He continues. “You don’t know, she never talks, maybe she’s really into you!”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Yeah!” Lucas adds. Will nods in agreement and Mike rolls her eyes to hide the nervous feeling in her stomach at the thought.

How could El, of all people, have a crush on Mike Wheeler, president of the AV Club, Dungeon Master extraordinaire, pep band section leader, and secret Cyndi Lauper fan? El, who owns at least three leather jackets? El, who probably only listens to bands Mike has never heard of? El, who once slammed a kid’s face into his lunch tray because he tried to trip Will?

God, she had it bad. Mike dropped her head onto the table and groaned. If the universe had any sense of fairness it would take her out of her misery right now before someone infinitely cooler than Mike swooped up her love interest and the real movie started.

Dustin shrugs and steals her root beer. “I’m just saying. If you never ask, you’ll never know. It’s your funeral, dude.”

“Whatever. It’s not a big deal.” Mike sits up and glares at Dustin as she takes back her soda. “Besides, she’s not as hot as Will’s mom in high school, right?”

It has the exact reaction she was going for as Will reflexively covers his ears and yelps senselessly over Dustin and Lucas’s enthusiastic agreement.

“Your mom was hot, dude,” Dustin points out.

“Don’t!”

Mike sits back and lets them argue around her, content that everyone’s attention has wandered from her planet sized crush on El. Everyone but her, of course, because she’s cursed or something to be forever dwelling on the butterflies she gets when El looks at her in the intense way she looks at just about everyone.

One Thursday in November, Mike is doodling in the corners of her notebook and planning the party’s next campaign when the phone on her nightstand rings. Probably Will calling to ask if he should bring over soda with him tonight or something. She tilts her chair back enough to pick up the receiver without looking up from her notes.

“Yo, dweeblord, are you coming over tonight or what?”

“Mike.”

Oh shit.

“El!” Mike tries not to shout into the receiver, but she fails a little. At least she manages not to tip her chair over completely. “Hey, hi, how’s it going, what’s up?” She’s really glad El isn’t actually there because she can’t help but grimace.

“My dad wants me to make friends,” El continues all crinkly through the phone. “Do you want to hang out?”

Mike tries not to trip over the cord as she sprints to the mirror on the opposite wall. Day two jeans, alright, that’s fine. The left cuff of her sweatshirt is coming apart a little and the red is so faded it’s almost white and her hair is doing that stupid thing where a chunk of it sticks out of the side of her head, but she hasn’t messed up her eyeliner yet today.

“Yeah! Uh, I’ll meet you at Market and Briarwood? That’s about halfway between our houses.”

“Okay.”

Mike is dialing Will’s number the second El hangs up.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Mike bounces in place as the phone keeps ringing and ringing and the second it stops she shouts, “Will!”

“Uh, Mike?”

Mike freezes in place. “Oh! Mrs. Byers! Uh, is Will there?”

A brief shuffling, then another, “Mike?”

“Will!” Like someone hit unpause, Mike is off again like a shot, scrambling around the room. “Socks, I need socks.”

“Do you… not have any?”

“No!” Mike drops to the floor so she can pull on the nearest two socks and hold the phone to her shoulder at the same time. “I have socks, I just need to put them on.”

“Do you need… help with that?”

“Bite me.” The socks don’t match, but it’s fine, she’ll wear her high tops. No one will be the wiser. “El called, she wants to hang out and I don’t know what to do, I’m kinda freaking out.”

“And you called me?”

Mike rolls her eyes, knowing that even though Will can’t see her he’ll get the message. Perks of being best friends.

“Duh,” she says. “We’re all inexperienced dweebs, but at least you’re not a total dick. Which jacket?”

“Uh… Do you remember what she was wearing today?”

“Black jeans, black boots, the blue and brown flannel, and that black jacket, you know, the one with the patches on the elbows?”

“Right.” It occurs to Mike that maybe she rattled off that list a little too easily, but Will doesn’t comment on it, like the good best friend he is. “Okay, the denim bomber then, since you won’t match.”

“Good call.”

As Mike is digging through her closet, Will asks casually, “So, what are you guys gonna do?”

“Shit.”

“What?”

Mike flops back on the carpet. “I have no clue.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She can tell Will is trying to be reassuring, but she’s already semi-catatonic with panic. “There’s not a lot of things to do in Hawkins. You’ll probably just bike around or go to the arcade or something.”

“Thanks, Will the Wiseass.” She pulls on the jacket and her shoes before standing in front of the mirror again. Not too bad. “I’ll come by after, okay?”

“Sure. Good luck,” he says, and Mike is about to hang up the phone when he adds, “Knock her dead.”

“Yeah, sure.” Mike rolls her eyes again. “I’ll try not to murder my date.”

They’re both silent for a second as she realizes what she said. Is it a date? It can’t be. Can it? Shit.

“See you later,” she says, and when Will says goodbye she stares at herself in the mirror for a second longer. Not too bad. The jeans says casual, but the jacket says a little nice. She pulls the cuffs of her sweatshirt out a little further from inside her jacket sleeves. Yeah, good.

Mike takes the stairs two at a time and as she passes the kitchen her mom sticks her head out around the corner.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“Out!”

“Mike—!”

She’s out the door before her mom can finish the sentence and doesn’t stop until she’s two blocks away from the corner where they’re supposed to meet. She pauses to flatten her hair as best she can and straighten her jacket before continuing the last leg of the journey at a more relaxed pace.

El is already waiting by the time Mike arrives, headphones on and staring down the other end of the street. She and her bike are leaning up against the telephone pole that her boots tap against to the beat of whatever she’s listening to. Her hair is shorter than it was earlier at school, freshly shorn curls that much closer to her skull, but she’s wearing the same clothes so thankfully Will’s plan worked and they aren’t matching.

She’s also wearing fingerless gloves. Fuck, she’s cool. Why is Mike here again?

“Hi!” When Mike slows to a stop she removes her headphones. “What are you listening to?”

“Sonic Youth.”

“Oh!” Mike has no idea who that is. “Cool, yeah, I love them.”

El nods and gets back on her own bike. “Follow me.”

“Uh, okay?”

They weave back through the neighborhood, past all the houses and the schools and into the woods. El stays just enough ahead to make conversation awkward, as much as Mike tries, so the pair of them silently ride through the trees.

Eventually the path they’re on disappears and El hops off her bike. Mike pulls up alongside her and follows suit, and they walk their bikes through the crunching leaves and barren trees. El seems to be totally at ease in silence, but Mike is antsy not knowing what to do.

“I like your jacket,” she tries, when it becomes apparent that they’ll be walking for a bit.

“Thank you.” El circumvents a particularly large tree root with ease. “It was my dad’s, but I took it.”

“It suits you.”

El smiles slightly before looking back down at the ground to avoid a big rock. Mike doesn’t quite trip over her feet, but it’s close. She’s only seen El smile three times ever but she’s grown addicted to the sight and takes every chance she gets. This is the fourth, and the first just for Mike, and it’s a lot to take in.

It’s so much to take in, in fact, that Mike almost walks right into El’s back when she finally stops.

“Whoa.”

They’re at the edge of a clearing in which sits an old wood cabin. Stout amidst piles of fallen leaves, the only thing that keeps it from looking like a Robert Frost poem is that there’s no curl of smoke wafting lazily from the chimney. Mike’s lived here all her life, trekked through these woods with Will and Dustin and Lucas every summer, and never seen this place before. The fact that El knows it’s here makes Mike both a little jealous and even more curious.

“This is so cool,” Mike continues. “I didn’t even know this was out here.”

“It’s my dad’s.”

“Cool.” Mike can just imagine them out here, El and Chief Hopper, making pancakes and hunting squirrels and making snowmen and sitting around a roaring fireplace. She suddenly feels the need to go inside, to see the inner workings of El’s life, to know everything. “Can we go in?”

“It’s locked.”

El leans her bike against the porch and heads towards the back, leaves crunching under her assured footsteps. When Mike doesn’t immediately follow her, she stops and turns back. Her hair is a fuzzy halo around her head and she looks literally out of this world.

“I want to show you something.”

Ignoring the way her heart skips at least one beat, Mike nods. “Okay, sure.”

Behind the cabin is a little clearing, the edges ill-defined as the fallen leaves cover the forest floor. There’s a woodshed a little further ahead, but the main defining feature is the squat tree a few feet from the back porch of the cabin.

El heads straight for it and begins climbing. Her feet find invisible nooks and crannies like it’s second nature, and she’s clambered up several feet before turning back to Mike again. Mike, who is still on the ground.

“I, uh… I’ve never climbed a tree.”

“Not with your friends?” El looks genuinely curious, so Mike shakes her head and says more than she means to.

“We were more indoors kids. Y'know, explorers, I guess, but grounded ones.” She sticks her hands deep in her pockets and tries not to look too sheepish. “Not the most athletic, as you can probably tell.”

“Here.” El is back on the ground almost immediately and dragging Mike over by the sleeve before she can realize what’s happening. “Put your left foot here.”

Mike follows El’s instructions through a detached haze caused by the noticeable warmth of El standing so close to her. She smells like the special shampoo they have at the hairdresser’s, faint old man cologne, wool, and what Mike can only describe as El. When Mike puts her hand on one of the knots El points to, she’s just quick enough that the side of her hand brushes El’s finger, and it’s like an electric shock.

Honestly, it’s a miracle she doesn’t die before her feet even leave the ground.

Once Mike is situated, El is quick to follow, and they just sit there watching the trees for a moment. The sun has come out in what seems to bit a last reminder that it exists before winter starts and most of the birds are still around, twittering in the trees. Mike watches a squirrel clamber up the birdfeeder. It claws at the opening and manages to get out a few seeds before an acorn lands on the little tray and startles.

As the squirrel scampers deeper into the woods, El laughs very quietly and Mike’s head turns so fast it almost falls off. Mike catches herself, but unfortunately El notices and looks back almost as quickly, and they end up staring at each other awkwardly.

“…Do you want a Snickers?”

El blinks, clearly surprised, but nods as Mike fumbles around in her pockets. They’re in here somewhere…

She leans back against the trunk to avoid falling and finally excavates a handful of fun sized candy. “I stole some of my sister’s Halloween candy.”

“Wait.” El leans over, close, really close, Mike can’t breathe, and reaches up into Mike’s hair. She pulls out a bright red leaf and stares at it intently before looking back to Mike. “There.”

“Oh.” Mike takes a second to refill her lungs, then weakly says, “Thanks.”

They chew their chocolates for a moment before Mike stupidly breaks the silence to make awkward small talk. “I bet that doesn’t happen to you much.”

“What?”

“The leaves in the…? Because you have such short hair? It looks nice, by the way.”

“Thank you.” El eats the rest of her chocolate and swallows before continuing, “I like my hair. I used to have it even shorter when I was little.”

It might be the longest sentence she’s ever heard El say, and if Mike thought she got heart palpitations at her voice before, she’s going into cardiac arrest now.

“Really? How short?”

“Buzz cut.”

“Wow, that’s… super cool.”

El nods but stares quietly at the ground. “I was sick a lot as a kid.”

“Oh.” Mike doesn’t quite know what to say to that, as the thought of anything happening to you makes me feel wrong probably crosses a line. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s what most people say.”

Mike stares down at her fingers and rubs them. They’re sticky with caramel and bits of tree gunk are stuck where she’d reflexively grabbed the branch when she shifted awkwardly just a little too much. She looks up after a moment to say something (although she doesn’t know what) and loses her breath when she finds El already looking.

“El…?”

In answer, El kisses her. It’s blink-and-you-miss-it quick, so it’s a good thing Mike can’t blink. Or breathe. Or do anything, really, other than watch as El leans forward and forward and then makes contact, and then retreats. The second time, though, Mike goes through an internal system reboot enough to close her eyes and kiss back. Baby steps.

For a moment, that’s all that happens. Mike holds onto the branch beneath her as tightly as possible, both her to keep her from falling off and to keep her from grabbing El or something, she doesn’t really know. The fall air is chilly especially this high up, but Mike can’t feel it at all. All she can feel is El’s lips on hers, smell her shampoo, hear her breathing.

She tastes like peppermint chapstick.

Suddenly, though, just when Mike is starting to wonder if she should start doing something else, El pulls away.

“What time is it?”

“Uh…” Mike glances at her calculator watch in a daze and reads without comprehending. “Five thirty?”

“I have to go now.”

Mike watches blankly until she reaches the ground, at which point the clouds around her head dissipate and she comes back to Earth. “Wait…” She scrambles carefully down the trunk to join El in returning to their bikes.

“I have to go,” El says. “My dad said I have to be home by dinner.”

“Okay.”

They walk back out of the woods again mostly in silence, although Mike doesn’t really notice this time. She can’t stop thinking about how El kissed her? Like, on the lips? Oh just wait until she tells Will, he’s gonna flip.

By the time they make it back to the main road, Mike has started to come back to reality, and worry as well. El leads them back to the corner they had started at even though it means she’ll have to backtrack to get home and Mike takes it as a good sign but still doesn’t know what is supposed to happen next.

“I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Mike asks once they roll to a stop. She can’t stop worrying the grips on her handlebars but concentrates all her energy on not fumbling her words. “Since it’s Friday and all…”

“Yes.” El looks just as awkward now, kicking her foot out to scrape against the pavement. Mike’s pretty sure that’s another good sign.

After a second more of awkwardness, Mike blurts out, “Thank you for showing me.” After another half a second, “I mean, thank you for showing me your cabin. That was super cool.”

“Thank you for climbing a tree with me.” El smiles and rolls her bike forward a little so their front tires bump. “You were very good.”

Mike is definitely for sure blushing now, more than could be reasonably explained by the cold weather. “You were a good teacher.”

El smiles again, doubling Mike’s total El smile count in just one afternoon. Mike is committing these to memory, hoarding smiles like Superman probably hoards kryptonite so no one can use it against him. One day she’s going to get a smile with teeth, and then she’ll be completely unstoppable.

She’s so busy imaging what El properly grinning would look like that she nearly misses it when El leans up and over their bike handles to kiss her on the cheek. Again she’s gone in a flash, this time rolling away enough to get her feet on the pedals, and Mike blushes further when she sees El’s inability to make eye contact matches hers.

“See you tomorrow, Mike,” El says as she turns her bike around in a wide circle.

“Yeah.” Mike grins even wider, if that’s at all possible. “See you tomorrow, El.”

Alone in the empty cul-de-sac, Mike takes a second for herself before speeding gleefully towards the Byers house. This afternoon was the most quintessential teen romance bullshit ever— Well, the guys are never gonna believe this. Mike herself barely can. But it’s real.

Mike takes her feet off the pedals as she coasts down a hill. Just like a goddamn movie.

#kindofmotion #thank u my child #stranger things #achievement unlocked: message answered #lamphouse fic

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