anyway i just wanna say i love queer masculinity… this one goes out to all butches and he/him lesbians and trans men and bears ..,,
there is something so amazing and special about taking something that has been used so often to oppress us and turn it into something wonderful and gentle and kind.
queer masculinity is not toxic or harsh it is strong and caring and so full of love.
it’s making sure your friends are safe, walking with them or driving them home. its carrying in groceries, making dinner, doing housework because masculinity isn’t about telling others what to do, it’s doing it yourself before anyone has a chance to notice it hasn’t been done.
it’s fixing your friends car for free, refusing to call maintenance when things go wrong at home, because it’s easier to just figure it out yourself (and you’ll do a better job anyway). its catching bugs and putting them outside when your partner is scared.
it’s loving the outdoors and dirt and mud and getting scraped up and sweaty. its being at home with your partner and putting your arm around them so they feel safe and secure.
it’s being the “dad” or “grandpa” of your friend groups, the one who people go to to ask for advice or comfort. its wearing clothes that belong in a different decade because goddamnit my dad was the coolest guy ever in the 90s and i am so glad i look just like him!
its working on the toxicity, going to therapy, learning and growing and removing the parts of yourself that don’t allow you to flourish.
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I saw your request for Wally requests and I'm here to fill that void!
I have three requests but you can do how ever many you want!
Wally jealousy head canons (male reader)
a one shot of tad bit of an obsessive/and or jealous Wally with a very friendly s/o (male reader)
(they kinda go hand in hand hahaah)
and a valentines day one shot (male reader as u might've guessed hahaha)
I love that silly little man
Wally jealous Headcanons
🎨👁️• Okay, he's SUPER jealous
🎨👁️• If you are talking to another person he won't do anything if is poppy, or frank or any other neighbors
🎨👁️• oh but if is someone he doesn't like or someone flirting with you, haha prepare for a extremely jealous wally
🎨👁️• WILL stare at that person a lot, making them uncomfortable, maybe he will grab your hand and kiss it for you to give him attention
🎨👁️• if he's felling "flirty" he will slide his hand to your hips, maybe even squishing it a little
🎨👁️• once you get home, prepare for
a) a angry make out session who will leave you blushing and with love bites everywhere
b) Willy not understanding why were you talking with that person and making you flustered by all the things he said to prove he's better
c) angry cuddles and his face buried in your neck mumbling he's not jealous
🎨👁️•he will not kill that person, unless they did make you uncomfortable or they got to flirty
🎨👁️•he knows you are beautiful but you are his so fuck them
My precious flower
(one shot time)
⚠️TW⚠️: heavy dark topics such as
•blood, dead mention, staring, insinuation of SA/sick guy who flirted with you but is just plain cat calling [if you are uncomfortable with this topics, please don't read, i don't care about views here, your health is more important, please take care 🩵]
It was a sunny beautiful day at Welcome Home, you moved here just 4 months ago but everyone was so friendly you couldn't go, specially wally, he's super attentive and caring with you, almost a bit creepy but he isn't creepy, right?
Anyways, you were in your garden reading in the ground, it was summer so you where wearing [insert here your election of clothes] you were reading just to hear a whistle
"woah, look what we got here, hey cutie? Are you single?"
You stood up and walked to him, a bit scared
"no, I'm not, i have a partner, please could you go now?"
"oh playing hard to get i see... well if you don't want a date..."
He grabbed your wrist hard
"I'll make you have one with me"
You squirmed a bit but you calmed when you heard a friendly voice
"oh no, that wouldn't be nice, come with me gentleman"
Wally grabbed the guy and winked at you
Some hours have passed and wally come into your home, covered in what you supposed as red painting, he went to clean himself and came to you, both of his hands in your hips and his face buried in your neck
"you are mine just mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine"
He looked at you, and kissed your cheek,
Lets say you two had a really good cuddle evening with romantic movies
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IM SO GAY FOR THEO ITS INSANE, Theodore Nott x ftm Reader PLEAAASE. Your fics got my kicking my legs and twirling my hair fr. Everytime i see you update I get so EXCITED
you are so fuckin sweet cmere lemme mwah 😚💋
this one is not particularly good nor coherent, cause it’s really late and i have no idea how my eyes are still open ngl but this request was just SO GOOD i couldn’t wait till tomorrow xx
scars — roommate! theodore nott x ftm! post top surgery! reader
how is this man allowed to exist istg
Warnings: reader has had top surgery, the author has not (yet); may be inaccurate idfk
requests r open mfs. be like this rad anon. request.
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You turned off the water, stepping out of the shower. After drying off, you realized you’d made a mistake.
You’d forgotten a shirt.
Not that big a deal, right? Wrong.
Two large scars cut their way across your chest. A source of pride for you, but one that still made you a bit self conscious nonetheless.
You could hear your roommate, Theodore, banging around just outside the door. You started to mentally panic.
Theodore didn’t know you were transgender. You’re fucked.
You cursed under your breath, buttoning up your pants and running a hand through your hair as you considered your options.
You could wrap your towel around your chest? No, that’s even more obvious.
You could ask him to hand you a shirt? But then he’d want to know why.
You could just hide in the bathroom until he goes away? That’s pathetic, no.
Cursing whatever higher power that gave you the wrong fucking body to begin with, you decided on your last real option:
4. Just act confident.
That was the stupidest option yet.
You chewed your lip, sighing before unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out into your dorm room.
Maybe he just won’t notice?
“Hey, Y/N, have you seen m- oh.”
Nevermind. You’re fucked.
Theodore stared at you. He was half dressed himself, standing there in only his plaid pajama bottoms. A quick spike of envy hit as you imagined what it would be like to have a body like his, one that you could just walk around shirtless in like it was no big deal.
It didn’t help that your roommate was also hot as hell.
Theodore’s eyes flicked from your face to your chest, then back up to your face. His mouth hung open slightly as he studied the large scars.
“U-uh…m-my sweater. Have you seen it?” He awkwardly recovered.
“On your desk,” you supplied, passing by him and picking your shirt up off of your bed where you must’ve left it.
He didn’t make any move towards his desk, still just standing still. “Er…Y/N…?”
You pulled your shirt on and started doing up the buttons. “Yeah?”
“What’s- what’re those from? Your scars?”
His hand suddenly came to rest lightly on your shoulder, startling you. As you turned to look at him, he snatched his hand back. Although you looked deep into his eyes, you saw no judgement, only curiosity.
“Top surgery.”
His hands, seemingly of their own volition, moved up to clasp over each of yours, effectively stopping you from buttoning your shirt up further. He slowly pulled your hands away from the row of buttons, letting go of your hands once they reached your sides, then unbuttoning the few buttons you’d managed to get done.
Fuck, that’s hot. You’re fucked.
Your shirt hung open, and he took the opportunity to push it off your shoulders. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you were convinced that you must’ve you stopped breathing minutes ago when he paused, his fingers hovering over one of your scars.
“Can I?” He whispered.
You nodded, unable to say anything. He rested his hands on either side of your ribcage, smoothing his thumbs over the ends of the scars.
You shivered, standing still so that he could continue. He held onto you like you were a prized treasure; something to be revered.
“Fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” he mumbled, seemingly more to himself than anything. “Prettiest boy in this whole damn school.”
Mouth hanging open in shock, you thought nothing of it before you were leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Pulling away, your cheeks heated up. Theodore’s eyes were blown wide, and his thumbs continued their motion across your ribs. He leaned forward himself and kissed you properly.
His hands left your torso, instead coming up to cup your face. He kissed you with slow, promising passion, crowding into your space and practically enveloping you in himself.
You eventually pulled away to gasp for air, and he chased after your mouth with his own.
His cheeks were flushed, his hair a mess from where you’d been running your fingers through it, his lips swollen and red.
He looks absolutely gorgeous.
Yep. You’re fucked.
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