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stars-before-sunrise · 11 months

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(HCs) Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill

reader is: female

warning: spicy?

a/n: I know, it's been done probably million times. But I can't stop imagining it 😩

Joel Miller

It has to be one of his flannel shirts. He'd be chopping some firewood in his backyard when you'd come out wearing his flannel shirt and just a pair of underwear. It did not go unnoticed by him. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He tried not to look at you, who's sitting on a lawn chair with your legs up on the back porch railing. He- hell, anyone walking by could very well see up your legs. "Hm? Nothing. Just enjoying the afternoon." You feigned innocence. Joel sighed and dropped his axe on the stump. Without saying another word, he picks you up over his shoulder and carried you back inside. "You like teasin' me?" He hummed, "I'll show you some teasin'."

Miguel O'Hara

It's a hoodie that he sometimes would wear over his spidey suit when it's cold. Miguel couldn't exactly get cold, but he knew he looked good in that hoodie. But you know who also looked good in it? You. So sometimes, when Miguel isn't wearing his hoodie, you'd snatch it and wear it yourself. "It's cold and I didn't bring a jacket." Miguel solved that problem by bringing your jacket to the HQ, but you'd still be wearing his hoodie. Leaving him to stay warm by draping your smaller jacket on his wide shoulders. He looked kinda cute. You did feel bad a few times, so you'd wear your own, but Miguel would just take your jacket off and put his hoodie on you. "It smells like you after a while. Give it back to me then."

Marc Spector

You were in the gym, wearing one of Marc's shirts with your shorts. His shirt was quite loose on you and it was even longer than your shorts. You tucked in the shirt under your sports bra to make it look better. "Whoa, whoa, babe." Marc stopped you from squatting down and picking up the weights. "Uh, mind if I spot you?" He was acting weird, but you agreed. As you squatted down, Marc went with you, glaring at any other men who dared to even glance your way. Once you were done with your set, you turned to look at Marc and smirked. "You might wanna adjust your shorts there, babe." "..fuck."

Peter Quill

Peter looked for his Nirvana shirt everywhere. It was one of his favorites, and then he found you in your kitchen, dancing to Smells Like Teen Spirit while making waffles. Without you noticing, Peter had gone down on his knees and silently crept up to you. Imagine your shock when he suddenly hugged your knees and left kisses on your naked thigh. "Peter??" He just hummed in response, still kissing and leaving soft bites on your thighs. He then moved up, and paused. "No underwear?" "Well not after you completely destroyed it last night." He smirked. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He grazed his hands over your ass, leaving a nice smack before inching closer to your core. "Maybe I need a little reminder."

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Broken Without You

Summary: After witnessing the death of your best friend Henry and his little brother, you're close to giving up and ending it all. Until Joel asks you to join him and Ellie on their journey across the country and gives you a reason to keep fighting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: language, blood, suicidal thoughts

Previous Chapter

Chapter 8-

Joel was nowhere to be seen in the street as you exited the bar, so you began wandering around the community trying to find the house that Maria had allocated for you guys.

It wasn't hard to find though, because as you were walking past a large two-story building, Ellie suddenly walked out the front door sporting fresh clothes and a striped pink and white hoodie.

"Oh, hey!" Ellie shouted, jogging over to you with a bright smile. "You should see the inside of the house, it is enormous! And the hot shower, man, you're gonna love it!"

You smiled at how enthusiastic and happy she seemed to be. At least someone was having a good time in this community because Joel sure as shit wasn't.

"I can't wait!" You responded, matching her enthusiasm causing her to smile brighter. "Is, uh, Joel inside?"

She shook her head, "haven't seen him. I'm heading to Maria's. She said something about a movie night or... I don't really know."

"Go have fun. I'll see you later."

Ellie waved goodbye and walked across the street to the house that you assumed belonged to Maria and Tommy. You watched her go and tried to ignore the pang of sadness aching in your chest. Henry and Sam would have loved this place.

Little Sam would've loved patting Shimmer with Ellie earlier, he would love exploring this community with her and meeting other kids his age. Henry would have been thrilled to sit at the bar of the Tipsy Bison knocking back a glass of whiskey. They both would have loved this place.

Shaking your head at your thoughts, you walked through the front door of the other house.

There were three bedrooms, one downstairs with fresh men's clothes on the end of a bed, so you figured that was Joels room. Upstairs there was a room decorated with typical teenage girl stuff, and another room that seemed fairly normal and like Joels, had a small pile of fresh clothes and supplies on the end of the bed.

Maria matched your clothing size perfectly, the jeans, shirt and flannel jacket lined with soft wool all looked freshly cleaned and practically brand new. There was a towel, shampoo and a bar of soap also there, so you grabbed those supplies and walked out the bedroom and down the hallway into the main bathroom.

It was crazy having lights indoors that actually worked. The QZ had electricity and running water, but it had been a long time since then.

The hot water felt like absolute heaven on your skin.

You stood under the spray of the warm water for a few minutes cleaning your body and washing your hair with shampoo that smelt like coconuts. It was nice. It was too nice.

Henry and Sam should be here. They should be the ones eating homecooked meals in the cafeteria. They should be the ones getting clean clothes and having warm showers, not you. Why were you still here and they weren't? If anyone deserved to survive, it was them, not you.

Closing your eyes, you leant your back against the wall and slowly slid down until you were sitting on the tiled floor of the shower, letting the water wash over you. Tears burned in your eyes as you thought back to that morning in the motel room.

It wasn't fair. Why did they have to die? Why them?

You covered your mouth with your hands, muffling your cries in case Ellie returned to the house. You didn't want her to worry about you, but right now, alone with your thoughts, you couldn't stop the emotion that had been building up for all those months to come spilling out.

You cried, your tears mixing in with the shower water as they poured down your face. Henry's broken voice echoing through your mind on repeat, 'what did I do?' before he squeezed the trigger.

There was nothing you could do as those memories washed over you. So, you just sat there under the water, hugging your knees to your chest as you cried.

You weren't sure how long you were in the shower for, but you eventually picked yourself up from the floor and got out. You spared a glance at yourself in the foggy mirror, noting how red your eyes looked. There was no hiding the fact that you had been crying. You just hoped Ellie was still with Maria.

Clad in nothing but a towel, you make your way across the hall back to your bedroom, but as you rounded the corner, you quite literally bumped into Joel.

You grunted hitting his chest before stumbling back a step at the unexpected impact. Joel quickly shot his hand out, grabbing your bare shoulder to stop you from falling over, but quickly let go once you regained your balance and averted his eyes when he realised you only had a towel wrapped around you.

"Sorry." You apologised, hating how raw your voice sounded.

Joel must have noticed because he looked back over at you, making a point to keep his eyes on yours and his brows furrowed a little when he noticed how red they were.

"Y/N-"

"I'm fine." You mumbled, despite the fact that it was a clear lie.

"You're not."

You couldn't stand the look of concern in his eyes. You didn't deserve his concern. You didn't deserve any of this. Sam and Henry deserved this, not you.

"Doesn't matter." You whispered, stepping around him and walking off.

You could feel Joel watching you, but you kept walking until you reached the bedroom and slipped inside, closing the door behind you. Quickly, you got changed into the new clothes, still surprised at how well they fit before you grabbed your old jeans and pulled out the single bullet from the pocket.

The bullet was useless. Maria made you and Joel submit your rifles upon entry, but you tucked the bullet into your pocket nonetheless and walked back out the bedroom.

You could faintly hear Joel and Ellie talking from her bedroom further down the hall, so you slipped out the house without either of them noticing.

You weren't sure where you were going or what you were going to do, but you needed to get some fresh air.

The sun had long ago set, the sky now shimmering with stars above you. The footpath was lit up dimly by the streetlights, but the street was empty which you were grateful for. Earlier, there had been people bustling about, busy with errands. But now that it was night, it had fallen still.

You wandered the quiet streets of Jackson feeling numb while you thought of Sam and Henry. For so long, you felt so many different emotions, but now... now you didn't feel anything at all.

You were so distracted and caught up in your own head, you hadn't heard another set of footsteps sneak up behind you until it was too late.

"Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here."

There was no mistaking that voice. It was Mark from Kansas City QZ.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around only to be met by a fist that collided against the side of your face.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something other than numbness. Pain blossomed through your skull, and to your own surprise, you liked it.

The force of the hit sent you to the ground though, but you didn't care.

It all happened so fast, you didn't have a chance to really process anything before he knelt beside you, leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

"You leave Jackson by dawn. If I see your face again, I'll put a bullet through it."

"Fuck you." You spat, lifting your arm and throwing your elbow back into his face.

"Fucking bitch!" He hissed, stumbling back a step, holding his now bleeding nose.

"You think I can't take a punch? That was weak. Come on, try harder." You teased, getting to your feet and holding your arms out to the side in an almost taunting pose.

You knew this would only make him angrier. It was a bad idea. Horrible idea even. And something was seriously wrong with you because you wanted this. You wanted him to hurt you. Maybe you couldn't use the bullet on yourself, but if someone else just ended it... well, you weren't going to stop them.

Mark took a step forward and let go of his nose. Blood dripped down his chin, staining his neck while his whole body shook with rage. Oh, yeah, he was angry. Good.

He took another swing which you managed to dodge easily, but you didn't try and dodge the second and you welcomed the familiar sting of his knuckles colliding with your jaw.

Your head snapped to the side from the hit, instantly tasting copper in your mouth.

"Think I'm weak now?" He snarled.

You grinned madly, exposing your blood covered teeth as you began to laugh boarder-line hysterically.

"Yeah, I do."

Mark lunged forward, grabbing you by the collar of your jacket and pinning you up against the brick wall of the house behind you. Your back slammed against the brick roughly causing you to grunt, but you didn't try to fight back.

"That the best you can do?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

His chest expanded as his shoulders pulled back making him look bigger and fierce. But before he could do anything, a voice suddenly shouted in the background.

"Get the hell away from her!"

Tommy Miller.

God damnit, why did he have to show up?

Mark glanced over his shoulder in the direction of Tommy before he looked back at you with rageful eyes.

"Be gone by dawn or you'll regret it." He growled.

He didn't wait for you to respond before he was sprinting off down the street in the opposite direction and disappearing into the darkness.

"Holy shit, Y/N." Tommy's voice gasped, and you tilted your head to the side to find him rushing over to you.

"I'm fine." You dismissed, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Tommy appeared in front of you a moment later, his wide brown eyes filled with so much worry and concern as he stared at the no doubt reddening bruises on the left side of your face. It probably wasn't something you should have noticed, but his eyes were strikingly similar to Joel's.

"Y/N-"

"I've had worse. I'm fine." You said, not wanting Joel's brother to worry about you, especially while you were still mad at him for earlier.

"C'mon, I'll take you to the infirmary-"

"It was just a couple punches. I'm good. I swear."

"You don't look good. Your eye is already starting to bruise. Do you want me to get Joel?"

Absolutely not.

"No. He's back at the house-"

"I'll walk you there." Tommy said, his voice leaving no room for arguing.

"Not sure Joel actually wants to see you." You pointed out, thinking back to when he had stormed out the bar.

"We talked. We're good now. C'mon."

You reluctantly nodded and followed him back to the house. He remained silent the entire walk, not asking any further questions. You were surprised he didn't try and ask who attacked you, but you had a suspicion that he already knew who it was, but he didn't say anything, and neither did you.

"Joel, you home?" Tommy called out, knocking on the front door before simply opening it and walking in without waiting for a response.

You walked in after him just as Joel came down the stairs with a rather confused look on his face at the presence of his brother.

It was easy to pinpoint the exact moment he noticed your busted up face. Those brown eyes widened, mimicking Tommy's from earlier as he descended the stairs and rushed over to you without saying a word.

Joel lifted his hand and hooked his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to the side to get a better look at the damage.

He mustn't like what he saw though because his eyes hardened and frown deepened.

"Who did it?" He demanded.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter-"

"No. Who the hell hurt you? Was it that guy from KC? I swear to God, I'm gonna-"

"Joel, I said it's okay."

"It's not okay-"

"Yes. It is." You sighed having no energy to fight him as you grabbed his hand and lowered it from your face. "Don't worry about it."

You walked past, trying to ignore the concerned look he was giving you. You weren't used to him caring about you, it was strange. A few months ago, he practically hated you and now... well, you didn't know what to make of those worried brown eyes.

You closed the bathroom door behind yourself and turned to face the mirror. It wasn't as bad as you thought it was. The skin around your left eye was starting to bruise along with a patch across your jaw that was bright red and would be bruised by morning.

"What happened?" You heard Joel ask from the other room.

"Not sure. I was walking down the street and I saw her..." Tommy trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

"Saw her what?"

"She was taunting Mark... riling him up. It was like she wanted him to hurt her and then... Jesus Christ, Joel, she didn't fight back, didn't try to run, nothing."

Shit. You were hoping Tommy hadn't heard or noticed that. Of course, he did though and of course he told Joel. Damnit.

You leant your hands against the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection while you waited for Joel's response, but whatever he said was too faint for you to hear from upstairs.

Henry would be so disappointed in you for what you just did. He used to hate it when you got hurt on the job working for FEDRA, let alone purposely getting hurt in a fight. He would be ashamed of you, and that thought alone should make your heart ache, but all you could feel was numbness.

You pressed against the reddening skin along your jaw to feel something. But the dull pain from the bruise wasn't helping as much as you hoped it would.

A knock on the bathroom door made you jump, and you quickly lowered your hand from the bruise like you had just been caught doing something bad.

"Y/N?" Joel called out from behind the door.

You grabbed hold of the bench, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself.

He knocked again, "hey, can you open the door?"

Reluctantly, you reached over and yanked on the door handle, pulling the bathroom door open. Joel stood in the hallway, his arms folded across his chest with an unreadable look on his face.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" You sighed, glancing over at him.

"Don't. Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about. Why did you want Mark to hurt you?"

You looked away, not wanting to answer that question because if you were being honest, you weren't entirely sure of the answer yourself. Did you want Mark to kill you back there? Maybe. You weren't going to stop him if he tried. But you did want him to hit you again. That pain, it made you feel something, something other than the numbness inside. You wanted it. You needed that pain, but how were you meant to say that to Joel? He wouldn't understand, and you didn't expect him to.

"Earlier out in the snow when Mark had that gun to your head, why did you tell him to pull the trigger?" Joel eventually asked when he realised that you weren't going to answer his other question.

You tilted your head up, your eyes locking with his beautiful brown ones. He looked almost sad as he stared at you, and you hated it. He shouldn't be sad because of you. He shouldn't care about you.

"I think you know why." You whispered, feeling tears starting to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back.

Joel sighed, "yeah. I do."

Neither of you said anything for a while as you averted your gaze and stared at the bathroom sink, willing your tears to stay away. You had cried enough in the shower to last a lifetime and you didn't want Joel to see you cry either.

"You still have that bullet?" He questioned, not elaborating but you knew what he was talking about.

You nodded, pulling it out your pocket and placing it on the bathroom bench for Joel to see. He stared at the golden bullet for a while a wave of different emotions flashing across his face, but they were gone before you could place them.

He reached forward picking up the bullet before he leant against the doorframe, twirling it around in his fingers.

"Do you know how I got this scar?" He randomly asked, pointing to the pink scar above his temple and you shook your head. "I got shot."

"Good thing the person had shitty aim." You responded, not really knowing what else to say.

Joel stared down at the bullet in his hand before he said, "it was me."

You paused, thinking you had heard him wrong, and Joel looked back over at you when you didn't respond and saw your confusion before elaborating.

"I was the guy who had shitty aim."

Oh. Oh.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Joel really tried to shoot himself?

For a moment, you thought he was joking, but the serious look on his face was enough to show that he wasn't. He really did it. Holy shit.

"What happened?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel sighed, placing the bullet back down on the bench before folding his arms across his chest. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, contemplating what to say and you didn't rush him. He would speak when he was ready, and if you tried to push, he might change his mind about telling you all together.

"I had a daughter." He suddenly said, sparing a glance at you through the bathroom mirror before looking away. "Sarah. Her name was Sarah."

He paused again, lost in thought.

Joel's protectiveness and sometimes harshness to Ellie was starting to make sense. When you first met him, he was trying to keep the girl at arm's length, almost as if he was scared to let her get close. But sometime over the past few months that is exactly what happened.

"She died.... she died in my arms right at the start of it all. And I couldn't see the point anymore, simple as that." He continued to say, his words hitting close to home. "And I wasn't scared either. I was ready. I couldn't have been more ready. But, when I- when I went to pull the trigger... I flinched. Still don't know why, but I did."

You hadn't noticed the tears in your eyes had started to fall until you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror, and you hastily wiped them away. Joel caught your gaze through the mirror, his sad brown eyes locking with yours.

"Anyway, the point of telling you all this is... I get it. Sarah was my world, and I know Henry and Sam were yours. So, I get it." He simply said, nodding to the bullet on the bench. "I... I struggled for a long time with survivin'. But, no matter what, you keep findin' somethin' to fight for."

His words hit you hard, and you didn't know how to respond.

Joel remained silent, letting you process everything he had just said, but how were you meant to find something to fight for when the only two people you had spent your entire life fighting for and protecting were dead?

You swiped away the silent tears that continued to trickle down your face. You could feel Joel's eyes on you in the mirror because it was easier to look at each other during this emotional conversation through the mirror rather than normally. It didn't make sense, but it was true.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad you flinched." You replied quietly.

He nodded, "me too."

"Does it get easier?"

"No." He answered honestly, and that was just perfect. Great. "But you do learn to live with the pain. I know that's not what ya wanted to hear, but it's the truth and you're not alone."

You sighed, turning around and leaning you back against the bathroom sink as you glanced over at Joel properly instead of through the mirror. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes meeting yours.

"Why do you care? I'm no one to you." You responded, sounding a little harsher than what you intended.

"That ain't true."

"It is. I'm just the girl you got stuck with because you felt bad for me. I'm no one to you, Joel. So, why would you care about me? I mean, look at me, I'm a fucking mess. I'm broken. I'm-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence before Joel suddenly shortened the distance between the two of you and captured your lips with his, silencing you instantly.

It took a while for you to process what was happening, but then you were quickly kissing him back. The moment Joels tongue pressed your lower lip, you parted your mouth, welcoming him in. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you weren't surprised to taste the faint tinge of whiskey on him.

His hand came up cupping the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist as he pulled you closer, your chest pressed against his.

Finally, he pulled away, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours. You kept your eyes closed, savouring the moment before a sudden horrible thought occurred to you.

"Whoa, wait, wait. What about your wife?" You quickly questioned, taking an instant step back.

"I don't have a wife."

You frowned, thinking back to what Tommy had said in the bar. "What about Tess?"

Joels face shut off at the mention of her name. You feared he was going to build the wall back up around him, the wall that you had managed to take down brick by brick without realising.

"She wasn't my wife." Joel eventually answered. "And she's dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You quickly apologised, now feeling like a total asshole for bringing up her name like that.

"It's okay." He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal, but you could tell that it was. "I, uh, I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see ya in the mornin'."

You nodded, watching as he awkwardly turned around and walked out the bathroom. His footsteps descended down the stairs and once he was gone, you turned back to the mirror and stared at your reflection before shaking your head.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" You whispered to yourself.

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One of my fav asks someone else got was when they were doing like uh. Some sort of anon roast thing, about other bloggers? And someone sent ‘can you believe auckie is a fucking realtor? I can’t imagine holding a conversation with that guy irl’. Bc buddy that was. So fucking true. A thing like me was never meant to be wear a sports jacket and shake hands and show a man and woman ten years my senior with a kid half my age a home. Which is fine bc all my clients were scumbag Latino investors who wore like giant minion hoodies and Rick and Morty joggers. And had like jaw droppingly gorgeous but cruel wives. And 12 wicked children all named like Bílí. And yes I was absolutely slamming southern comfort and doing adderall during that dark period. But it’s funny bc I can also mask and be really charismatic and charming but only for like four hours at a time as a beautiful woman. And also also I LOVE contract law and taxes. So I wasn’t good at it per se but I didn’t hate it all. I do think most realtors are bad people (im also way too much of a bleeding heart for the environment to do that kinda shit. Not to mention uh caring about unhoused people and racism/homophobia/transphobia the industry lol oh Gd and land sovereignty and fucking monopolies. ALL successful BROKERAGES ARE MONOPOLIES) and I much prefer my current job despite not making nearly as much and having a fixed schedule. But im glad I learned what I did and met the evil freaks I did. It was good for me. I guess. There’s some nice realtor ladies out there. I’m sure the men exist too but I’ve yet to meet one lmao. They all HATE women good lord. And minorities.

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How Gay Men Can Embrace Traditional Masculinity

Part of a tradgay lifestyle, at least for the Alpha male, is to embrace traditional masculinity.

Unfortunately society has often boxed gay men into a certain stereotype. You should be empowered to break through these constraints and realize the manly power you truly have.

Here are some tips for fully realizing your masculinity:

Be Authentic

As you choose to embrace a more masculine way of being it should be done in a way that is authentic for you.

Don’t be that guy who is always trying to prove something to everyone- you’ll only look like a fool.

Each man is unique, so find the masculine qualities that work best for you. Make a list of your most feminine and most masculine attributes.

Accept your “feminine side” and don’t try to change it, then focus on how you can further develop your most masculine traits.

Masculine Aesthetic

Adopt a masculine way of dress and grooming. Grow some facial hair, hit the gym and tone your body a bit.

Don’t wear any obnoxious clothing with bright colors or androgynous presentation. Think neutral tones for t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and jeans. Invest in some nice boots or a leather jacket to complete the look.

Masculine Interests, Hobbies, & Skills

Many gay men were deprived of traditionally masculine activities growing up. Adulthood can be a time to explore your manhood freely.

Tune in to some sporting events and see if any appeal to you. Find a local gay recreational sports team (plenty of cities have gay rugby, bowling, or baseball teams).

If you like the outdoors consider camping, hiking, fishing, or hunting. Farming, yard work, and gardening can be an integral part of a tradgay life, too.

And don’t forget to learn some traditionally masculine skills: carpentry, home repairs, and car maintenance.

Wear the Pants in the Relationship

In dating relationships, remember it’s imperative to take charge and lead. You’re the Alpha, your partner is the beta.

Be chivalrous: open doors, pay the tab, talk sweetly to your boy. And be the one who makes decisions, plans dates, and subtlety lets him know who’s boss.

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forcemasculinisation · 3 months

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Hey I don’t know if this is really a big issue among trans guys but I constantly find myself questioning my identity due to the fact I can’t find any clothing or looks on men that I like. This with the fact I’m a poc makes it like weird to look for clothing styles I enjoy. Like I keep going “am I really a man if I prefer feminine clothing? Am I just lying? Should I stay feminine?” So long story short I was wondering if theirs any like styles that look good really on men or tips for when your not feeling masculine? Or just tips on feeling more masculine pre transition in general?

Thank you for your ask, anon.

I myself am pre-transition, medically speaking. I don't necessarily do much in the means of "passing" for reasons I don't feel the need to share. My opinion may not be as valid to some of you because of this, but I'll share things that my male friends do that I've observed.

My major piece of advice in terms of clothing is don't go rushing to the men's section of a store and pick up all the large, body-covering garments you can find. Playing to your body type is important, and you should probably aim to go for a size down of what you initially assume you want in men's sizes.

Brands I usually go for are general sports brands like Nike, Adidas, Reebok etc, as well as second-hand SuperDry and H&M. (Also, if you buy something and it's too big, throw it in the wash and dryer several times.)

Dark tones are traditionally masculine as well if you want to stay safe, however there are a lot of men who wear light tones, it just depends on the style.

Layering also works in my case, but it's only helpful in winter. I find when I wear a coat over a hoodie over a t-shirt, I tend to pass a lot better. (Puffer jackets are really good for emulating this, especially North Face or similar dupes.)

Also, if you wear glasses, order some more boxy-looking prescription glasses with darker or more muted frames. These generally appear more masculine at first glance, but you can ask an optician or your friend for an opinion of what looks more masc on your face. Spend a lot of tine on this, because you obviously wear your glasses more often than certain outfits.

I'd also say that it depends on the "type" of guy you're looking to present as. I have a lanky build with longer legs, so I wear straight-legged jeans to only discreetly hide curves.

Overall, it just takes a bit of experimentation. This post may not be that helpful to everyone, because I'm using my own life as an anecdote, so I apologise in advance. There is no right way to pass, and a few people warp the meaning of passing to looking more western-centric, however I've learned that this is poor advice.

As for feeling more masculine, you could:

Buy male deodorant, shower gel or aftershave and shave with a razor marketed towards men

Buy male underwear and pajamas

Try skin-tone coloured transtape (if you can find it, it's a horror to find dark brown trans tape)

Work out every day (don't rush into this, and consistency is key)

Experiment with masculine hairstyles.

If any of you would like a separate post with specific resources for any of these, or my own personal recommendations for products and clothing, I'd be happy to share.

Sidenote: passing ≠ feeling masculine. You're doing this for yourself, not for others.

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

RUNNING

To get warm on the dark, cold streets of New York City, Sam puts Danny up to a challenge.

inspired by a scene from the Korean film C'est Si Bon.

The late March breeze held a frosty nip in the dark hours of nightfall. It had almost been 6 months since the 2023 Ghostface tragedies, and the victims of the interconnections had prevailed through the bitterness of winter and were on their way to a fresh spring.

But in spite of that, New York was still chilly in the evenings, leaving those wandering the streets in for a cold walk home.

Especially when the sun went down.

Sam pulled the hood of her black hoodie on as she left her second job, quickly sending her daily on-my-way-home text to Tara, before slipping her phone into her pocket. She never had been very fond of the cold, and having spent the majority of her life in California, it wasn’t hard to guess why. However, she should’ve brought a better insulator than the single hoodie she had on.

“Hey, beautiful,” a familiar voice caught her attention right before she could turn in the direction of home.

She glanced up to find Danny leaving the street lamp he had been leaning against. “Hey,” she replied, unable to mask the surprise in her voice. “What are you doing here?”

He fell in to flank her in her stride. “I was just out and happened to be passing by,” he answered. “Thought I’d wait and walk home with you.”

She nodded, “Mm.” The dusk breeze snuck through her clothing, making her cross her arms and hold them against her torso as she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “I can’t stand how cold it is…”

“Really?”

There was a chuckle that interlaced his inquiry, which made her shoot him a subtle glare. “Yes, really!” She shuddered, inadvertently proving her point. “I’ve been in California my whole life, basically—”

“You never had winter in California?” he cut her off.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Of course, we had winter, but it was never this cold and for this long.” She then heaved a sigh, gazing down the sidewalk as there weren’t many people out and about, surprisingly. “But I wouldn’t expect you to understand anyways,” her tone flipped to a teasing way. “Because men can handle anything and everything like it’s nothing, right?”

Danny caught the lighthearted smirk she sported as she glanced away. “Hey, I didn’t say that,” he objected, keeping the energy light.

“You didn’t have to.” She gestured to the single, casual jacket he wore, “What you’re wearing said it for you.”

But he shook his head in denial. “Nah, I think you’re just being overdramatic,” he teased her back, quoting her with a twist, in the process, “Because girls are too sensitive to anything and everything, right?”

Sam scoffed in disbelief as she returned her gaze to him.

“You don’t have to admit it,” he went on, still turning her words against her in his own way, “Your shivering says it for you.” He nudged her a little.

She shook her head as she looked away. “I am not being overdramatic. And I’m not too sensitive, either,” she defended herself.

“Oh, okay. Then this wouldn’t bother you?” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before he tugged her hood off and slipped his cold hand beneath her hair to pull it out from the warmth of her hoodie, letting the bitter cold caress it without missing the chance to let his knuckles run across the back of her neck.

Samantha nearly unleashed a yelp, before she caught herself and instinctively pulled away from him to tug the neckline of her jacket up, conserving the heat she could. “Danny!”.

“What?” Her boyfriend played innocent. “I thought you said you weren’t sensitive to the cold?”

“Okay, but not like that!”

She sounded upset, but she wasn’t, and he knew that from the smile on her face. It led him to continue the game, “Oh-ho, so we’re lying now?” He tilted his head, “Never took you for a liar, Sam.”

Now, she played along. “Well, I never took you for a jerk, so there.”

“And there it is!” He held his hand out, “We’ve now arrived at dramatic!”

His girlfriend shoved him playfully, “Shut up.”

“You spoke first.”

“You know what?” Sam picked up her pace and kept her chin high as she left him behind. “You can walk home by yourself, if that’s the way you’re gonna be.”

Danny trotted to catch up, keeping a small distance behind, just to test her. “Then how am I supposed to keep you warm? Chivalry isn’t dead, you know?”

“You weren’t doing that anyway!”

“You never gave me a chance to do that,” he countered, making her go quiet with a scoff.

She kept her word as she stayed ahead, not bothering to look back at him. “Well, there are other ways to stay warm,” she insisted with the perfect amount of subtle sass in her voice.

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckled, “Like what?”

His partner stopped in her stride. Their apartment wasn’t far from where they had gotten, only about 2 blocks or so. There was a little room for her to put him up to the test, that is… if he was willing to abandon chivalry to compete against a girl. She turned around and met him evenly. “Like running.” She met his blue eyes with her own challenging, dark ones. “I challenge you to a race,” she put forth, then provided her rules, “No shortcuts. No breaks.” She then raised an eyebrow in temptation as she looked back at him. “Do you accept?”

Brackett looked a little taken aback by the sudden dare, but he learned new things about her every day. And it was during times like this where he got a taste of her wild side. How could he resist? “Alright,” he nodded, “You’re on.”

Willingly now, Carpenter tossed her hair back behind her shoulders to pull it up into a ponytail, crowing as she did so, “Very well. You better hope you can keep up though.” She tugged the spare hair tie from her wrist, while nodding to him, “A man wouldn’t want to be shown up by his overdramatic, too sensitive girlfriend, right?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, the fact that you keep bringing that up just proves I’m right.”

She simply hummed in response and turned away to get ready to run. “On the count of three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One…” She gave a quick glance over at him to check-in on his preparation. But little did he know she would change the rules on a dime. “Two!” And she broke away, racing down the paved way.

Or maybe she never even planned to follow-through to 3 in the first place.

Danny bolted after her, quick to promise her an unknown penalty for cheating. “Oh, you’re in for it, now, Sam!” He could hear her laugh carry on the breeze in response.

“You gotta catch me first!” her call echoed through the nocturnal streets.

But he was able to gain speed within seconds.

Samantha faced the cold air whipping her face head-on, ignoring the dry spell it cursed her respiratory system as she sprinted down the sidewalk, under the stars, and with her best friend. She had always loved to run, and she was damn good at it too. It just happened to be a bonus, when it had come to outrunning the handful of Ghostfaces that had tried to chase her down. Figures that they never could catch up… It hadn’t been her first time on the run, when they had decided to hunt her. She had their idol—her own father—to thank for that. Who knew he could’ve been so useful without coaxing her to drive a knife into someone? As she glanced over her shoulder, she found her boyfriend growing closer to her, which made her release an anticipated noise that was somewhere between a squeal and a yelp. She made a sharp turn at the corner to dart right, lengthening her strides down the straight line that would lead them home.

Danny did the same, nearly matching her side-by-side. However, even in the midst of a competitive race, he almost wanted to hang back intentionally just to watch her run the way she did. He had never actually seen her run, and seeing her do so under the circumstances of free reign and a smile, he’d rather take the losing title. Up ahead, there was an intersection they would have to cross before they would have the home-stretch to the apartment. Had she thought about crossing a busy road? At night? It was a crosswalk, so to speak, but New Yorkers weren’t exactly popular for their respect for the rules of the road. The idea made him decrease his speed, but she kept going strong. And once she neared the curb, he called out to her. “Samantha!”

She read his mind, but she knew what she was doing and hollered over her shoulder, “Don’t stop! Keep going!”

And so, he did.

The two raced straight through the red stoplights and in front of the waiting cars’ headlights, illuminating their figures into silhouettes as they crossed the street. Halfway through the crosswalk, the lights went green and car horns blared at them to clear the way.

They made it to the other side safely, but that didn’t keep Danny from expressing his incredulity of his girlfriend’s recklessness in New York City of all places. “Sam, what the fuck?!”

But she was too focused on the task at hand, laughing as she kept ahead, like a stray dog with nothing to lose. Her lungs were screaming and her throat burned with the lack of moisture, but she couldn’t stop. She nearly skidded as she veered to make it up the apartment steps and pulled the door free of her path. But she didn’t stop in the security of the lobby. She took her 1st place ranking further, taking the small staircase leading from the lobby to the foyer 2-stairs-at-a-time, while she used the railing as leverage to pull herself along.

She barely made it to the far flight that would take tenets up to their desired floor, before she felt strong arms enclose her from behind to keep her from going any further. A startled shriek left her as she was picked up and pulled backwards, not realizing her chaser had been so close behind her.

Danny moved her away and put her down with a chuckle. “I caught you,” he brought her remark about catching her back around. Her breathless giggles were a pleasure to his ears as she turned around to face him. He kept his arms loosely around her, dropping them to hold her waist, and for a moment, they both stayed blinking at each other, able to do nothing but catch their breath thanks to the relentless cold.

“I won…” Sam eventually got out through her panting, giving that infamous small tilt of her head that she owned.

Her boyfriend corrected her, “The race, you won.” When her brow slightly dipped to express her confusion, he went on to finish, “I won the chase.” To prove his point, he corralled his hold on her to pull her closer to him.

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” she retorted as she shook her head. “I said it was a race.”

“You also said I had to catch you.”

For a second, Sam opened her mouth to say something back, but she couldn’t come up with anything. So, she surrendered. “Okay, you got me.”

He smirked, shifting her a little bit, “Clearly.” She chuckled and brought her arms up to drape them over his shoulders, enclosing his neck like his arms had done with her waist. “You are one crazy girl,” he then confessed, recalling their moment racing through the 4-way intersection.

She knew what he was getting at and shrugged. “I’m the daughter of a serial killer. I was born crazy.”

Her partner’s blue eyes flashed with curiosity, “You’re taking pride in that now?” He had been used to her keeping her bloodline on a low profile, always trying to outrun it or ignore it. Hell, she’d kept their relationship a secret from everyone for months because of it. Ever since 6 months ago, she’d been more accepting of it but never to the point where she'd openly admit to and actually seem okay with it.

“Not pride,” she countered, then corrected him, “responsibility.”

He nodded, “Ah… okay.”

They spent a moment of silence, just sharing the warmth that started to accumulate between them in contradiction to the bitter outdoors. It wasn’t until Samantha broke the intimate tension that things took the next step.

“We should probably—”

Danny pulled her into a kiss. A passionate one. And Sam leaned into it instantly, abandoning the last part of that sentence for the reign of the moment. She tilted her head to deepen her contribution, her wrists going limp to hang over one another, while one of his hands caressed her back and the other cradled her jawline. Because of their run, the temperature of his hand was only a few degrees off from her cheek, making him move it to gently tug her hair tie away from keeping her ponytail intact.

Her long, dark hair then fell over the dorsal side of his hand, releasing the warmth from her scalp to embrace the length it could reach. He heard her give a soft hum at the feeling, guiding him back to hold the side of her face. They stayed connected for one more fulfilling moment, before finally breaking apart. Light eyes met dark ones, and they kept their distance from one another to a minimum.

“I challenge you to another race,” Brackett proposed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carpenter blinked at him. “What kind of race?” Her volume matched his.

“Who can warm the other up first?”

“Hmm…” she mused over the thought, tired but not enough to fall-short of what he was insinuating. “What are your conditions?”

He gave her that look he always did when he conceded to everything that made him fall for her in the first place. He didn’t realize he looked any different when they shared moments like these, but he did, and she could tell. She could always tell.

Another one of the many things her father gave to her. Crazy. Observant. Cunning. Name it, she’d find her way in-line with it.

“We have to stay in my apartment,” he answered.

She gave a light scoff with a smile that brought out the rosiness present in her cheeks from the cold.

Which proved his point.

“Do you accept?”

And she did.

“You’re on.”

I love them sm reeeeeeee :)

p.s. hope y'all got the inspired Tara x Chad moment from Scream VI when Chad cut Tara off with a kiss in the middle of her saying something. I HAD TO, SORRY NOT SORRY!!

All my best! ♡ - parker

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