#i know it's not exact so i often make some adjustments

[pastafossa]

so i've asked briefcasejuice about this already but i'd also like your take too - since you're part of the daredevil tumblr fandom council and all ...

I'm writing this scene and one of my ocs asks matt if he can handle spicy food and i wanted him to explain this whole thing about pain receptors in his mouth being "sensitive"... and how he hated pineapple because of the bromelain...(the substance that breaks up the protein in your mouth, that's why it's tingly)

and then my oc asks about like regular "body" pain since touch is after all one of the senses of his that have been heightened, and he explains something along the lines of even if the feeling of pain is heightened -- his body isn't actually weaker or more sensitive - so while he gets injured like anyone else he feels the pain of those injuries differently (more). over time he has gotten used to it but its still something he's working on as he hurts himself worse with every fight.

WHAT I'M GETTING AT is that i came to @briefcasejuice about this because they're very knowledgeable about matt stuff and comic matt especially, and they told me it did sound pretty accurate - so now i guess i just want to know -

how do you interpret or view matt's sensibility when it comes to pain - and if it came up in TRT (which maybe it did and i forgot oops?) how would you write it out?

and btw - congrats on the mango thing!! what's next on the fruit discovery journey 🤨 (what else can i be shocked that you didn't try)

Ok first of I love the idea of a Daredevil tumblr fandom council, because now I've got the image of all of us gathered solemnly to talk about DD fandom topics and headcanons like

Second off, ooooh this is a good question. I can't remember if I've ever gotten deep into it in TRT, although it'll probably come up eventually. But I absolutely agree with @briefcasejuice, and with your take on it. This seems right, for a couple reasons, including my own experience with pain.

So a lot of this is based on my own issues (and one of the reasons I relate really strongly to Matt's sense of touch, touch starvation, and pain, and when writing generally include him being comforted and going near comatose beneath gentle touch). Without getting too specific, due to chronic pain and health problems, I experience something called allodynia - "pain due to a stimulus that does not normally provoke pain." Basically, my nerves are all spun up to 11 and even light sensation often reads as pain, regardless of whether I'm actually hurt - Matt's comment about 'cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin'? I get that, cause rough fabric's painful to me (another ex: put icy hot on my skin once, just about clawed it off my arm because I was convinced something had gone wrong and it was burning me). And on bad days, even very soft fabrics or, hell, a breeze, any sensation anywhere I have nerves feel like bits of glass grinding into a burn. Best explanation I have for a really bad day. And we know Matt's sense of touch is heightened. So I often think he feels a lot like me, and how you described it feels right.

Everything hurts more, even if you're not being hurt more, and even if your body's strong enough physically to take whatever's being done. Physically, there's no reason his body can't handle cotton sheets, or a food with acid, and God knows the man can take a punch. Functionally, his body is fine. But his nerves don't act that way. They send way more signals than they need to, and sure, this helps if he's trying to use them to his own advantage, but it also means he's left wide open to a far higher degree of pain from stimuli that most of us would consider more minor (pineapple, in this case) along with the pain we all regularly avoid.

Does he mostly block it out? Yes. Especially on a day to day, to the point where he may actually miss smaller injuries because he's focused on tuning out other, larger pains. I know I do - your brain eventually just goes 'oh new baseline and I still need to live so Imma put everything below it into the background so it doesn't stop us doing what we need to'. I hug people, I touch things that are rough, I use hot water with the dishes, and if I focus on it, I remember that it hurts a bit, but I've learned to tune that out for the most part. Much like me, Matt's dealt with this for years, so while he does what he can (soft sheets, avoiding certain foods, wearing certain types of clothes), he's gotten used to a lot of the day to day stuff he can't avoid, though like you said, as the injuries pile up, it just gets worse and worse as that pain stacks. Some of it might be tempered by surges of adrenaline and endorphins (why I theorize he can fight even when injured - tune it out thanks to all the practice, PLUS fighting so ferociously that his body pumps him up until he can ignore it, at least until he crashes afterwards, and crashes hard), but he's definitely feeling it far, far worse.

So I basically think it's likely, especially when pain is stacking, that he's just made a bunch of calculations for his everyday life on what's worth the pain and what isn't - certain foods? No point. Cotton sheets? No point. There is no benefit, and so he comfortably avoids it, whereas going out to fight he generally always sees as worth it since there's a tangible benefit. Those calculations at least are something we all do every day - we decide the pain of a tattoo or working out or that sour candy is worth it cause it gives us something we like. Matt just takes it up to 11. I can absolutely see him taking something like, say, pineapple - tingly and acidic - and not only feeling pain when eating it but also just literally running the mental math and going, 'yeah not worth it' because he's in enough pain day to day thanks to injuries and other things he can't avoid.

In summary: you're right and I headcanon Matt operates much like someone who's been dealing with allodynia for a while, which means he'd feel more pain from stimuli even if it's not hurting him, so he chooses things in his day-to-day to avoid and then just throws himself into the pain on big things and hopes the endorphins and adrenaline will help him tune it out.

LASTLY THANK YOU ON THE MANGO! I cannot BELIEVE I went so long without knowing how fucking delicious they were. New fruits I haven't tried that are on my list now that I realized I need to find if there are MORE DELICIOUS UNKNOWNS LIKE MANGOS: boysenberries, figs, grapefruit, guava, kumquats, passionfruit, papaya, prickly pears, and satsumas!

#daredevil #matt murdock #headcanon #allodynia #this is how i treat matt's dealing with pain anyway #i know it's not exact so i often make some adjustments #but there's just things he's said or done that resonate too much for my brain not to go 'like me??? matt is like me???' #which is strangely comforting #and so i've used a lot of personal experience to fill in the gaps on how he might operate in his day to day #and how he might function #in that he's YES more sensitive to pain even if there's not technically more pain #he just FEELS it more and his nerves TELL him it hurts more even if it's NOT hurting more #on the up (down?) side he can probably stand getting stitched up easily because he's felt way WAY more pain so it barely registers #because he's so used to tuning out even more pain so his brain's used to filing that away #BUT #when his concentration is down or he's tired that gets harder #same during injury stacking which'll only get worse as he gets older #either way he'd look at shit like pineapple and just go 'uh no that hurts I'll pass' because there's no good reason to eat it #we joke about matt's catholicism making him suffer and I joke about it too but #i think in reality he'd do these subtle little avoids for stuff like this unless he was REALLY depressed or in I Am Stick mode #or just has a good reason #and on some bad days he probably can't stand being touched tbh and would barely be able to drink room temp water (cold = pain) #at least it means the reverse it true - he'd absolutely melt beneath gentle touch or pleasant things or fleecy soft fabric #and sometimes even on bad days if you touch him *very* gently he'll tolerate the pain because he knows #that the oxytocin he gets from affectionate touch helps dull the sting just a little #(i realize this sounds bad ya'll can hug me if you see me at the con i won't turn them down i like hugs they're worth the sting)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Taking a snooze.

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #flowers #should I have a tag for photography? I don't know how often I'll do this though. #As I was making my little sona cut out I realized I had the power to make a dream come true. #The dream to make tiny mdzs characters snooze in a flower. For *real* this time. #So now we have little Wangxian having a little fairy nap!!! #They are quite literally thumbprint sized (actually a bit smaller) and I adore them immensely. #These flowers are also zinnias! Not sure of the exact subspecies name though. #I have few variations and a high quality version but I think this one is the best. #My favourite one position wise is sadly botched by my friend's iphone doing some wild automatic adjustments. #aka: it made the cutouts *SO BLUE* and Super Low Contrast. Sadly unusable B*( #If people like this kind of content I'd love to do more! Feedback and suggestions are welcome to! #*too.

[tootiecakes234]

I just know you would receive “gifts” from Katsuki all the time. They’d be little things to make your life easier that you didn’t even know you needed.

You like to read at night to unwind, but sometimes it’ll be a really good book so you want to stay up reading it. The thing is you don’t wanna bother Katsuki cuz you know he has a strict bedtime. This means often times you’ll stay a little longer in the living room reading as to not bother him.

One night you’re getting ready for bed when you see a box next to your bed.

“Hey Kat, is this yours?”, you say loud enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

He peaks his head out the door and says, “No, I ordered it for you.” And then goes back to what he was doing.

You sit on the edge of the bed and open it up. It’s a reading light with a dampener so you can adjust the brightness.

He comes dragging his little slippered feet towards his side of the bed.

“Now you can keep your ass in bed. Tired of waking up and you being asleep on the couch. I’m an old man, I can’t keep carrying you to bed.”

You look at him with a bright smile on your face.

“You know you can just say, you like me being in the bed with you while you’re sleeping. You know, because I’m your big bad protector and I make you feel safe.”

“There is no talking to you sometimes you know that?”

It’s winter time and you always have your gloves on because you HATE your fingers being cold. The only problem is of course you have to remove said gloves to use your phone when you’re out and that SUCKS.

You’re out with him one day and you’ve been texting back and forth with Mina because her and her girlfriend are in an argument and she of course comes to you about it.

You are always there for your friend so you’ve been removing and putting on your gloves over and over again until Katsuki can’t stand it anymore.

You’re outside on a bench waiting for him while he runs into some shop when he comes back out he snatches your phone out of your hand.

“What the hell? I’m usin-“ you start shouting at him.

“ give me those shitty gloves and put these on. I’m sick of watching you struggle.”

When you look down you see a pair of gloves in your favorite color.

“How are these any different from the ones I have now, Mr. Know-it-all”

He smirks at you, “These gloves are thicker than those thin ones you use AND they work on smart phones.. so yea. I do know it all.”

“Oh…. Well thanks I guess” you murmur lowly.

“Now you can talk Racoon eyes through her mental breakdowns without getting frost bite in your fingers.”he says then hands you back your phone. “She deserve better than that idiot anyways. Don’t why she keeps putting up with it.”

Katsuki is leaving for a mission today and you’ve been so gloomy. He gonna be gone at least 3 days, maybe even the whole week.

You’re been wrapped around him like ivy since you woke up this morning.

“Listen woman, I have to go. You do this every time.”he says with his arms wrapped around you waist pulling you even more flush against him.

“You should clone yourself or something. Who am I gonna cuddle with now?? And who is gonna cook for me?? I’ll die of starvation before you get back. Is that what you want. To come home to a dead girlfriend???”

“You are so damn dramatic. Cuddle with the damn plethor of plushies you have in my goddamn bed. And as far as food… you won’t starve. You’ll just eat out everyday and I’ll come back to you complaining you’ve gained weight when you look the exact same.”

“I do not.”, you start to object.

“Yes you do. Which is why I made a few meals and froze them.” He says all smug, cuz he knows that would surprise you.

“You what??” You ask looking up at him with wide eyes.

“There’s a pot pie and dumplings. I even stored a lasagna in there.” Then his phone buzzes letting him know his ride is downstairs.

“Ok I gotta go. I love you.” And he bends down to give you a deep kiss. “Be safe. Call Eiji if you need anything and try not to burn the house down before I get back.”

“I love you too. Come back to me in one piece please.”

He smiles at you, “always”

He kisses you one more time and then heads to the car.

You go directly to the fridge to see the frozen meals he left you. And not only are the packages all neatly but he’s left the heating instructions on top for you.

To say there were tears shed would be an understatement.

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[princessbrunette]

OKAY WAIT- can we pretty pls have ur thoughts on the pussy throb moment but w rafey?? cause i honestly feel like you’d be trying to lock in and ignore it outta sheer embarrassment and not wanting to interrupt him but he just smells so good and his hands and thighs r just so big and yummy so u can’t stop ur body from reacting and him being his cocky self would ofc be all like “you think i can’t tell when my girl needs me?? you’re not slick babe🤨😑” tysm if so, the jj drabble was just tew good i needa hear it w my man 🤭

— with love, 🏵️<3

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rafe didn’t consider himself much of a gamer, but every so often he’d indulge — xbox controller in his grip as he’d play some kind of sports game, 2K to be exact, muttering to himself about how topper was fucking up the team or how kelce was taking all his shots.

you being you, had to be on him at all times — just not understanding why on earth he’d rather play his stupid game with his friends online instead of give you all his attention, despite spending the entire day with you at the beach — but that doesn’t matter! you were back at tannyhill now, and you needed your fix of rafes dick so you’d be able to sleep properly that night.

he rests his controller on your ass as he plays, laying forward on his lap in your booty shorts, covered cunt feeling the lengthy weight of him in his post-shower-sweatpants snug against you. you bite your lip each time he jolts at a bad play, swearing under his breath.

“raaafe, when are you gonna be done playing?” you don’t wanna nag, but you missed his attention and you needed to be out of your shorts soon because you just couldn’t take it. maybe it was because he’d been so good to you all day, you were feeling spoiled.

“soon, a’ight lemme just — lemme just finish this.” his response is noncommittal, trailing off in concentration towards the end. as he plays, he takes a couple of seconds to adjust on the bed, getting more comfortable against the headboard and inadvertently lifts his hips up, spreading his legs beneath you a little more — all but pressing his natural bulge harder into your cunt for a moment making you sigh out.

you’re silent, trying to be a good girl so you end up getting your way when he’s finished and you latch your bottom lip under your teeth, feeling yourself starting to soak the inside layer of your shorts as you clench around nothing. you whimper sadly to yourself, and without taking his eyes off the screen, your boyfriend fixes his parted lips to speak.

“know i can feel that shit, right?”

dazed, you lift your head a little. “hm?”

“you have a second heartbeat. it’s beating real hard in my lap right now. you know you’d get alot further if you just used your words with me.” he’s calm, almost expressionless for once as he focuses on the game, humiliating you with such nonchalance that you’re sure he could feel this ‘second heartbeat’ of yours beat even harder.

“i’m trying to hold out for you whilst you finish.” you whine, wriggling your hips a little now that the gig was up, his cock already having started to chub up at his own realisation.

“good. hold out a little longer.” he hums, the sound of his fingers mashing the joysticks filling the air. if you weren’t so concentrated on grinding on his lap, you’d have noticed the way he started to miss all his shots despite his nonchalance, eyes darting down to watch you rub on him more and more often. “shit. alright, okay— i’m done with this shit. take these fuckin’ shorts off, yeah?” the game goes quiet due to him exiting out, tossing the controller aside and manhandling you off his lap so he could kneel behind you.

you always got what you wanted eventually.

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#🏵️ anon #rafe cameron prompt

[inky-duchess]

Writing Characters with Glasses

Glasses are one of those components in writing that one just knows whether the writer has any experience with or not from the offset. So how do we write glasses-wearing characters or characters with impaired vision?

What is your character's eye strength?

Now, you don't have to know your character's exact diagnoses but you should know what sightedness your character has. Near-sighted means your character has trouble seeing things far way but can see things up close. Far-sightedness means a character can see things better in the distance than they can in before them.

Typically, one eye can be weaker or stronger than another, so a lense may be slightly thicker or slimmer than the other. Myself, my left eye is much weaker than my right.

Wearing Glasses

Typically when you wear glasses, you start to ignore the frames in your peripheral vision, however if you may notice it more if you haven't been wearing your glasses for a while.

Also when you change lenses, your sight is funny for a while. Things, like the fucking ground itself, seem a lot closer which can lead you to feel very disoriented. Its best to break glasses in gradually, in the words of Our Lady, Theresa Manion, "Do not make unnecessary journeys, do not take risks on treacherous roads..."

Glasses can get dirty and smudged very easily and do require cleaning. You may often see somebody wipe their glasses with their shirt tail but this isn't always effective, some fabrics just worsen the issue. Dry tissue paper is the best or a glass cloth. Frames also should be cleaned too.

Glasses tend to fog up when it rains, when you sweat or when you're somewhere steamy or drinking/eating something really hot. It can be a nuisance but it usually won't impair your vision that much.

Glasses can strain your eyes and start to chafe after a while. Long periods of wearing glasses can make your eyes start to ache (it always happens to me) and the best thing to do is just remove them and rest your eyes. The frames can also rub against the tops of your ears or the bridge of your nose.

People who need glasses tend not to remove them very often. If your vision is very bad, you won't be whipping your glasses off at every opportunity like Horatio Caine. If you only need reading glasses or need glasses for specific tasks you, wouldn't wear them 24/7 as it can further damage your eyes (I did this and now I can barely see 4ft ahead of me).

You can do tasks without your glasses but you do feel more cautious, especially if you have difficulty making out details. Glasses usually make you more comfortable in situations.

And as for the whole pushing up glasses when they slip (and they do slip but gradually), there's no right way or wrong way. Personally, I adjust by moving the entire frame between my thumb and forefinger so I don't smudge the lense. But pushing it up by the bar that crosses your nose is also effective.

When you're not wearing glasses

Not wearing glasses isn't delibiltating if your character's sight isn't majorly mad. As I mentioned before, they can still carry out tasks. But not wearing glasses can leave you a little unsure and sometimes disoriented.

Most people can still see without glasses, things just aren't as focused. For me, things get very fuzzy especially if they are far away but I can still make out the shape - for example, I can see how many fingers you're holding up but not your ring. I can do a lot of tasks without glasses.

When you're not wearing your glasses, you do tend to squint which can help you see a little better or tend to lift things to your eyes to see them better.

Characters wearing glasses

If your character loses their glasses in a fight, they won't be unable to fight back. They can likely still see some things.

Glasses hurt when knocked from your face, you can cut or bruise from a blow to the glasses. (it's happened to me which is why I have a massive scar on my forehead).

Your character will likely dislike going to the optician. Getting your eyes looked into by a stranger with a torch is irritating. Buying new glasses is a long drawn out hellish experience.

Breaking your glasses will upset your character, mainly because they're expensive. A character may opt to get the glasses fixed instead of replaced.

Your character will keep their glasses near at all times. Sleeping, they will be in reach. In the shower, they will be somewhere close by. Glasses may your more confident in your ability so they will always be near.

Also your character will likely not store their glasses in a pocket (they can break) or on their heads (your hair can smudge the lenses).

If your character has one of those early 2000s rom-com moments where their glasses are removed so the world can see their "true beauty", yeah that isn't a thing. Now that person can't fucking see.

Also, your character will likely hate anybody grabbing their glasses or wanting to try them on.

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[reticent-writer]

Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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-1920-

Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

Art by @ghostly-one

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[bountycancelled]

a pencil, paper and an uncontrollable crush

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opla!luffy x reader

requested: yes (I mixed 2 reqs so idk if that counts but reqs are still open for anyone)

genre: oneshot but in headcanon form? gn! reader, artist! reader

warnings: none, just some fluff!

a/n: I won't be writing as often becusde I'm writing my final rn, also this is short because i have a hard time imagining luffy being romantic so... enjoy!

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now, it doesn't matter how obviously and hopelessly in love you are with Luffy, he's just not going to see it.

he doesn't see you make starry eyes at him, because his eyes are just as starry on a regular basis. when he catches you admiring him, he just assumes that you zoned out. (because he does that alot too)

so when he finds an incredibly detailed sketch of himself laying around on the ship, he excitedly goes from crew member to crew member, asking who drew it.

when he gets to you, notebook and pencil in hand drawing yet another portrait of him, you hang your head in mortification as he marvels at your work.

so imagine his suprise when he snatches that notebook our of your hands with a quickness to see what else you've steched in there, only to find himself on every. single. page.

I swear that his excited screaming is enough to alert other ships at sea of your exact location, but he can't help it, every drawing you've done deserves a reaction that fits how well you did it.

after he finds out about your habit, he starts striking poses for you and holding them right until your last pencil stroke on paper (or until he gets bored/hungry lol)

one night, you get a frantic knock on your door followed by Luffy's muffled voice yelling "are you still awake? I wanna show you something." so you open the door and he shoves a crumpled piece of paper right in your face.

you back up just a little bit and adjust your eyes, and you see a drawing of... some sort of animal? oh, wait nevermind, it's of you.

it's not the most artistically or anatomically sound drawing you've laid your eyes on, but it's... surprisingly detailed. he's drawn on pretty much every single visible scar, mole, freckle and mark, even some that you didn't know you had.

when you question how he managed to be so accurate, he tilts his head, pursing his lips and farrowing his brows in thought before answering. "Well, it wasn't on purpose, but I always look at you when you're around me. you catch my attention, kinda like food does!"

pause.

did Monkey D. Luffy, the strawhat captain, mister gum gum himself, just compare you to food...? moment of silence, because this is so much bigger than all of us.

after hearing this revelation, you cave and plant a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you (and as a means to let him know of your more than platonic feelings for him), slamming the door in his face before he even has the chance to react.

p.s. Luffy doesn't have any idea why you kissed his cheek, but he knows that it made him feel good, and he wants to get one from you again.

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Wanbelyn

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ch. xlv - pb&j

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

buy me coffee ?

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

Hongjoong is not one to be surprised easily. Well, by events or situations. He's a scaredy cat who had fallen victim to his son's pranks at least 20 times. In the past month.

But the sight of Kijoong's teacher, Mr Kang, lighting up as you produced a bag of sandwiches from your bag and handed it over to him almost made him choke on his own spit. Honestly, he didn't know why he was so surprised as he had seen (peeked) into your (private) conversation with Mr Kang the other day. Maybe he had been in denial (for some darn reason) about the exact identity of the Yeosang you talked with, thinking that it could be someone else with a similar name. That's possible, right? But seeing the way you adjusted the sleeve of his rolled-up shirt, Hongjoong was hesitant.

When you took Kijoong inside to settle in his cubby and spend some time before the classes started, Hongjoong found himself walking towards the guy he was eyeing.

"Ah, good morning! Mr Kim, right? Kim Kijoong's dad?" Yeosang asked politely with a warm smile. Even Hongjoong had to admit that his heart fluttered slightly so his "baseless" annoyance curiosity has decreased slightly. "Y-yes," clearing his throat, Hongjoong slipped his hands into his pants pockets, "How are you? How's your dad? I heard he was at the hospital?" "Yeah, yeah, he's fine! We went to the other KQ branch hospital so he was taken care of well. His recovery was even better when (y/n) sent him soup," he chuckled.

At the mention of the teacher's dad knowing you, Hongjoong couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. "Oh, I didn't realize that you two were so close," he nodded casually. Yeosang shrugged, "I guess in a sense we are, but (y/n) just cares about people and she takes it upon herself to take care of those who know her from her roots. Another hint, you two had known each other for a long while. "(y/n) didn't mention that she knew you to me and she often tells me about the people she knows from her youth." Hongjoong cringed slightly, realizing how easy it could be for Yeosang to twist his words and make it seem like he was jealous. Which he kinda was but it's not like it's obvious. Thankfully, if he did realize, Yeosang didn't let it show. "That could be because I haven't seen her in a long while and it didn't even occurred to us that we knew each other until the second day I came back," well that made Hongjoong more curious and Yeosang could sense it based on the way Hongjoong nodded along and putting all of his focus on him which made him rather nervous. So this time, it was Yeosang who cleared his throat and mended his posture, "S-see, (y/n) and I knew each other from way back in high school. We met because we had entered the same debate competition and we were in opposition. She was formidable with her arguments and it actually made me fear her in a major way. I didn't even think I'd get to talk to her but as you can guess, I did," "How so?" Hongjoong asked, engaged in the story, "Well, she made my teammate cry and she just wanted to make sure that the know-it-all 12th grader had his mommy to wipe his snot. We were in 10th grade at the time." The revelation made Hongjoong let out a snort which caused some parents and their children nearby to jump in surprise, looking at him who had to turn around in shame.

"So, is that how you and (y/n) started dating?" Hongjoong asked after calming down, not really realizing the words that he used. Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows momentarily before chuckling, "Oh, no. We are not dating! We became close again after the realization of our connection and became even closer because I found out that my spotter at the gym is actually Kijoong's instructor so we just shared and bonded and got even closer because of that!" he explained.

Though he was not even supposed to feel that way, Hongjoong felt a sense of relief and his posture even relaxed considerably. Though, he tensed up again when Yeosang continued, "Although, between you and me, (y/n) seems to be interested in this other guy." "What other guy? Is it someone she's close with? How'd you know?" At that point, Hongjoong didn't even care that he was acting rather ridiculously, asking random, personal stuff to his son's homeroom teacher. How professional. "I think you'd know him too," Yeosang stated and for one moment, Mingi came to mind but considering how you still deny him ice cubes, that seemed irrational, impossible, and positively stupid. Yeosang turned around slightly and pointed to where you were inside. "There."

Slowly, almost dramatically, Hongjoong turned his head, following Yeosang's finger to see you talking to the guy he recognized as the other homeroom teacher in Kijoong's class, Choi Soobin. While you were kind and affectionate towards Yeosang, you were more... Flirty with Soobin. That was the only word that seemed suitable because your stance was more passive yet open while still maintaining some boundaries with Soobin. Very different from the way you were with Yeosang whom you treated in a more motherly manner, like how you would Kijoong. With Yeosang, it was tidying him and giving him what he needed but with Soobin, it was more playful what with the gentle pushes and allowing him to guide you so your head won't hit the shelve nearby. You both looked very comfortable with each other, being as close as you both could and remaining respectful at a kindergarten while Kijoong tried to climb up Soobin's legs. His eyes glazed over the way you gently chastised the boy and tried to pry him off but Soobin grabbed your hands away from Kijoong and made gestures that suggested he was telling you to just let Kijoong be.

It was then that Hongjoong realized that his gut feeling was correct but he had jumped to a conclusion.

A lot of thoughts ran through Hongjoong's head, trying to make sense of things as if correcting an assignment, marking parts that were wrong and putting notes on certain parts as if pointing out which information needed elaboration. Above all, one thought seemed more prominent compared to the other. The thought that questioned whether or not he was supposed to feel bitter, jealous, and, well, hurt. Knowing that he was questioning his action did nothing, however. He just kept staring at the two of you in the corner while he was there, at a distance. Because that's what he had made his persona towards you to be since the beginning, right?

Distant, unapproachable.

Like he always was.

Alone.

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[dirtydixonsgirl]

Tipsy

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this!! it was fun for me to write. reblogs are appreciated<3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p-in-v, spanking, should i say more? 18+!!!

Daryl wasn’t sure how he got here but he knew he wasn’t complaining. His hands ran over his face at the girl below him, begging him to take her. His thoughts were scattered and he was aching as well. He couldn’t help but to think back to the exact thing that brought them alone together in this very room.

Rosita was having a welcoming party for some of the survivors him and Rick had found on the way back from a run, they were very trustworthy people Rick thought, Daryl on other had have some concerns but eventually brushed it off. She was very welcoming to this new found group of people, leaving Daryl to become protective over her anytime she was in a room with them or around them.

But somehow this welcoming party ended up with a few shots of whiskey and other drinks Rosita pulled from her cabinet. Which turned into a very let lose Rosita who sat at the table making sexual jokes towards the girl and Daryl making their cheeks and face turn a blood red color. She wanted her embarrassment to slip away from her so a few more shots should do the trick, but that only turned into more embarrassment when she lost control of herself, clinging to Daryls sides, rubbing his arms and complimenting him every so often.

It was no surprise her and Daryl had something. But it wasn’t really anything to slap a label on, neither of them did that kind of stuff, the rest of the group was aware of the strange friendship they had, sneaking off together to find abandoned cabins so you could spend time together, Daryls light hearted effort at bringing her things back from a run that put himself in danger sometimes just for her, the fact that every time the group was on the run before they found Alexandria they both always seemed to choose each other to snuggle up to in the abandoned places or in the ice chattering winter. It never failed, they always chose each other, but that’s as far as it went, there no kissing, no romance, just small things that made them both very much close.

That was until tonight. Daryl was flustered to say the least, he had no idea how to help her in her state of mind especially when she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so he snuck away leaving you with Tara and Rosita as he sat in the corner, keeping a close eye on her as she danced and laughed with the other girls, this was the first time Daryl had ever seen her so careless, free, having fun. He loved this look on her.

“Daryl!” She slurred, stumbling over to him.

She met eyes with the man, almsot tripping over her own feet. Her body was warm with alcohol, her head spinning and joy rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure when she had let lose this much but she was enjoying it. She fell right into his lap, her legs over his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, earning a grunt from him. She looked at his flustered face giggling at his reaction, she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. She placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Wha was that for?” His cheeks flushed even more.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Who would if I didn’t?” He joked, she laughed along with him.

Daryl was impressed at himself for controlling hisself but it was getting more difficult as the alcohol coursed through both of their bodies and she began squirming and giggling in his lap. She leaned up, grabbing his bottle from the table sat in front of him, he noticed her dress rose up almost flashing him in the progress. She sat back down, adjusting herself and that’s when she felt it. Him.

Daryl wasn’t sure what it was, the alcohol or the girl that he loved dearly sitting on his lap in a very short dress, taunting him enticingly with every move. She smirked, now realizing exactly what she was doing to him.

“You want me or something, big guy?” She giggled drunkenly, her hands on his broad shoulders.

He grunted. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Take me to bed then.” She began to rub his shoulders.

This was killing him. Every moment.

“No, y/n-“

“Pleaseeee.” She pouts.

How could he say no to that?

“You’ve hada nough.” He grumbles, pulling the beer bottle from her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

The disappointment flooded through her along with the slight embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said that and that a few seconds ago she was sitting on Daryl Dixons lap while he had a boner, all because of her.

She let out a squeal when he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door. She was far too clumsy to walk and he could definitely handle his liquor. Her face buried itself in his chest, the cool wind blowing against her skin.

“You’re warm.” She mutters, eyes feeling heavy.

“You gonna pass out on me?” He jokes.

“Maybe.”

Once Daryl gets her to her house, he lays her in the soft bed, she grips his collar pulling him to her.

“Please kiss me.” She begs needly.

“Yer drunk, Y/N.” He sighs, his hands planted on both sides of her now.

“So are you, please I want you.”

All of the begging made him slightly uncomfortable in his pants, she connected their lips and Daryl didn’t kiss back at first but when he did another foreign feeling exploded through her, going straight between her legs. She whimpered against his lips, causing his breathing to hitch slightly as she rubbed her legs together to get rid of the friction.

“Daryl, please, I-“

“You want me baby?” His hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Yes.” She breathes.

She giggles, hooking her hands in the hem of his pants, cupping him in his ever so aching areas, a groan fell from his lip. She rubbed him slowly, seeing the effect it had on him made the wetness in her panties spread. She wanted him so bad for so long she couldn’t believe it was finally here.

“Wanna-wanna feel you around me so bad.” He mutters, his hips bucking into her palm.

She squeals once his hands get under her dress, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending vibrations through her as he presses a finger down to her aching wet core, causing her to whimper. “This for me?”

“All for you.”

“You wear this to tease me tonight? Dancin’ around in this little short dress, touchin’ on me. You knew what you were doing, ya little slut.”

His words were laced with lust. Pressing his thumb down harder to her clit, she moaned her hands shaking has he rubbed slowly, her hands finding her way to his shoulders. Her legs instinctively spread, inviting him in, he thrusts into her every so often, his other hand rubbing circles on her hips. She was falling apart underneath of him and he was enjoying it.

“You want this?” He asks but nothing was heard from her besides whimpers and moans. “You gotta use your words sunshine.”

“Y-yes.” She moans. “I want it, take it from me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

He moves his hand off causing her whine at the lack of sensation. “I should spank ya for teasing me like this.”

Oh man. She thinks, realizing the trouble she has gotten herself into. She did admittedly wear this dress just for Daryl, hoping he would notice her but he noticed her in different way. In one swift motion he sits down, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking her over his lap, she gasps. Her legs squeeze together, rubbing together for friction once more, her core dripping, begging and aching for him to touch her.

“Yer so needy baby. S’hot.” He murmurs, rubbing her skin from her back down.

She whimpers as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin, he lifts his hand and lands hard. The pain connects with her aching core, sending her forward slightly. He runs his index finger up and down her core.

“You like that baby?” He whispers, she nods, causing him to land his hand back down on her. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes. Touch me, please!”

His hand lands hard again, rubbing the stinging part.

“I should make ya beg for it. Teasin’ me like that. Just like ya do all the time, this is for all those times, Y/N.” He says, the tent in his pants aching.

He collects the slick from between her legs and sinks two fingers inside her. She’s whimpering, aching and begging across his lap. Her body takes over, the knot in her stomach begging to be released as his thick fingers falter in and out, in and out. Her orgasm was intense, her thighs shaking and jolting from under his touch. He pulls them out in one swift motion, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off the juiced.

“You taste so good, bunny.” He groans.

“I want you inside, Daryl.” She begs, squirming from underneath him. “Please.”

He flips her over onto her back, her legs spread inviting him in. The sight is enough to bring you to heaven. He runs his hands over his face. The drunkness mixed with pleasure was something she’d never felt before, Daryl was definitely the only man to make her feel this way.

Daryl unzips his pants in one go, pulling down his boxers and taking his shirt off. His thick cock springs out of his boxers against his stomach, throbbing as every vein sticks out. Her eyes widen. Oh boy was she in for a surprise. He places his hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Her innocent drunk eyes looking into his. He was melting.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Daryl Dixon.” Her impatient response earns a chuckle from him.

He enters in one more, breathing harshly through his nose.

“Ahh!” She whimpers.

The bliss over came her, she pushes back to his thrust, leaving her breathless. Her wetness made him slick enough to slide out easily and re enter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for me, sunshine.” He hissed. “S-so good. Feels so good.”

“You feel so good. I love making you feel good.”

His thumb lands on her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. The feeling was once again taking over her body. She began clenching around him, causing another hiss out him, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Daryl would never forget the sounds falling from her lips. Her second orgasm sent her spiraling into sweet sweet serenity, shortly Daryl following behind with a string of cuss words, fully emptying in her. He pulls out watching the leaking cum slide out of her and he smirks, falling down in the bed next to her.

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing restoring back to normal. His mind suddenly shook from all the filthy thoughts and turned them into sweet cute ones, loving how messy her hair was, and how she was still in her dress, it rolled up and her panties slipped to the side for his easy access. He couldn’t help but savor the moment of the beautiful girl he loves, all fucked out because of him.

“Did I fuck ya to sleep, sunshine?” He whispers, running his fingers softly through her hair.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He whispers placing a small kiss on her head.

She grabs his wrists. “No, stay. I want to snuggle with you.”

Snuggle? He snorts.

“Anything for you, bunny.”

He dips back down in the bed, holding her tight against his warm chest. Both slipping into a deep drunken sleep.

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[navstuffs]

Blind Date

Pairing: Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: Luis arranges a blind date for you.

Warnings: short fluffly/comedy one-shot, au (obvs), awkward reader, alcohol consumption (leon, reader can be drinking whatever)

Author's Notes: : hello, this is my first official leon fanfic! i have two or three more projects with him but idk when they will be coming out. i had lots of fun writing this and i hope you do have fun reading it! i used this video as ambiance for bar sounds if you want to imagine yourself there as you read it!

You enter the bar on a Saturday night, adjusting your jean jacket. The place is crowded, and your eyes glance around, looking for your date. Doesn't seem he has arrived yet. This would be your first blind date ever, and honestly, you didn't know why you were doing this. Luis insisted that you go; he knew a great guy, and Luis promised you would have lots of fun.

The hostess takes you to the bar counter, you sit and order your favorite drink before anxiously turning your head to the door. It is alright, he isn't late, you are just early. Fifteen minutes to be exact. Also, if he doesn't appear, you could use that as your social experience of the year, and Luis wouldn't be able to take you to any more social gatherings. Perfect.

"Waiting on someone?" You turn to the sudden masculine voice at your side, startled. The man is wearing a dark blue shirt, too tight for his chest, you think, and dark jeans. He has blonde hair, some hair locks in front of his face. And he is attractive. Like the type you would see on the cover of magazines as some sort of male supermodel. 

"Mhm, yeah. My very first blind date, actually," You admit, ashamed, as the bartender places your drink in front of you.

"Oh? Do you know what they look like?"

"No. My friend said look, go there and give my friend a chance. Not a single tip, except his item is pink."

"And what is your color?" 

"Something neon," Feeling silly, you point to the neon bandana around your neck. Blonde guy turns at your side, and you feel his blue eyes lock at your bandana for a second before turning back, sipping from his whiskey cup. You give another quick look toward the door. Nothing yet.

"You must trust this friend a lot to come to this date without even knowing what your date looks like."

"Tell me about it?! Luis said it needed to be like the first time meeting, or it would 'break the magic'! If I didn't trust Luis so much, I'd never EVER come to meet a man I don't even know the name!"

"You don't know his name?!" Hot blonde guy sounds shocked and amused. Well, you look foolish now.

"As I said, Luis told me it needed to be first magical meeting or something or wouldn't work?! Now you are making me feel silly, Mr...?"

"Leon. Leon Kennedy," You present yourself and shake his hand. Leon looks entertained, watching you look over the door again. Nine minutes still. You quickly glance in Leon's direction, realizing the size of his arms. He probably worked out a lot to have arms like that, damn. Could break you in half if he wanted in so many different ways.

"What do you think he looks like?" Leon suddenly questions, bringing you back from your impure thoughts. You can feel his side stare as you ponder.

"Mhmmm...fun? Smart? Easy-going? Less awkward than me on this?" 

"What if he is more awkward than you?"

"Then, pardon my language Leon, but then we are both fucked." 

"You don't seem to do this often," Leon affirmed as the most obvious thing in the world. You scoff.

"Wow, you figured that one now?"

Your attention is taken by the sound of the door opening. You turn, anxious to see a man with a long sleeve light pink shirt walk in. He enters, glances around, and looks at his phone. Shit, shit, shit. He is cute. Not as attractive as Leon, but oh well. Doesn't look so awkward, like you, he looks like he belongs to this place. You don't know what to do to yourself now, maybe if you sit differently, he could see your bandana better. Rolling your eyes because of your nervousness, you turn the bandana around, praying that he notices you. 

He waves at you, prompting you to wave back. He walks in your direction, smirking ear to ear, and passes to meet his friends, leaving you mortified. This was not happening!

"Shiiiiiiitt...." You groan, resting your forehead down into the bar. Leon hides his mouth with his hand, holding back a laugh. You murmur to yourself, "Well, that was supposed to be expected, I guess, with my luck."

You get up, not looking in Leon's direction, asking for the bill. After this fiasco, you wouldn't stay at this bar for any minute longer.

"You know, thank you so much for being patient with me, Leon, it was really great, I appreciate that, and I hope you have a great nigh-" The rest of the sentence dies down in your throat as you see the small pink panther statue resting in front of Leon. Your stare goes to his face as he finishes his cup and turns to you, a teasy smirk on his lips, his blue eyes glowing in your direction.

"I don't think I am late, am I?"

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[purerae]

Hii! I love your work!! Could you do a halloween party imagine with any of your characters? or all of them meeting our poor y/n, it'd make a cool crossover

Free form however you like!!!

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YANDERE!HAREM X FEM READER

HALLOWEEN PARTY // AU IMAGINE.

warnings ;; mostly crack, yandere behaviour, male yandere(s), female yandere, mentions of drinking, demon summoning (silas), mentions of blackmail (none to Y/N), alternate universe, not canon to anyone's plot. 

a/n ;; Hi Anon! I know halloween is over but this is such a good idea i couldn’t miss out on it!! By the way, in each one of the yandere stories, Y/N has a slightly different personality. So I wasn't sure  whether you wanted me to do multiple Y/N’s or just one. So I decided to combine the personalities into one. Good luck<3 (please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

CLICK HERE FOR MY MASTERLIST (intro to all the yanderes)

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Hopeless. You felt hopeless as your left arm was dragged around like a piece of meat by the girl no one swore to mess with

“Come on babe~! Wear the angel wings, we have to be matching!” Reina grits her teeth as she attempts to place the wings onto your unwilling back. The fire headed girl gives up with a scoff in her throat before walking over to your mirror and reapplying her dark red lipstick, adjusting the horns that perfectly matched with her crimson wavy hair. 

How did she even get into Y/Ns house in the first place?

You remember pretty clearly. Today is the 31st of October. You were well aware that it was halloween and perfectly content with staying inside your humble abode. You’d buy a bunch of bulk cheap candy and scarf it down whilst watching some classic horror movies. Not enough to scare you, but to make you physically cringe.

That was the plan, Perfect right? There would be nothing to stop you from having a peaceful night of binge watching shitty films.

Apart from the three vastly different individuals who were all pining over you. Though they were complete opposites, they all had a way grinding your gears and irritating you to no end. 

Reina, the delinquent who made your life as the school president 10x worse. She’d constantly hang around you during lunch and break, surrounded by her delinquent friends who’d make jokes you wouldn’t get but would laugh in fear of getting made fun of. Not to mention the lessons you’d have to miss in order to supervise her during the detentions she had purposely got.  You think you spend more time with her then you spend eating the gross lunch your school provides.

Kieran, the playboy who suddenly switched up his entire role once he realised you weren’t interested in him like the others were. God, if only you pretended like you were. Maybe that would’ve stopped him from bothering you in all your science classes with his weird sexual jokes or flirty overbearing personality. Yeah he was a bit funny and maybe he sometimes made your day with his stupid jokes but that came crashing down once he would say his tenth pick up line to you all in one lesson. 

And then there’s Alex, the jock who’s the captain of the football team, a tad bit stupid  but still had the personality of the literal sun, which made him the most tolerable but still pretty overwhelming for your average dream life.  He was the last one to pop up in your weird harem, he stuck around you like a lost puppy once he realised you didn’t like his team. “I’ll make sure you like me, no matter what!” — were his exact words. 

These individuals had a very high reputation in school, most people liked them and often idolised them. So, why were they all vying for your attention? People would go to great lengths to be in your shoes, yet all you desired was to lead an ordinary student's life.

Your internal monologue was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of your phone, and you didn't even have a moment to guess who might be calling before the sound reached your ears (You would've had two guesses). -- In response, Reina let out an exasperated groan and struts over to you.

She confidently picks up your phone and shuts it off before snapping her fingers in your face.

“How have you still not put the wings on.. god what would you do without me!”  If you didn’t know any better, from the tone of her voice you’d think she was annoyed. But in reality you noticed the glint in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased that she had gotten to help you. Happy that you had to ‘rely’ on her.

“Probably live a peaceful life” You murmur under your breath, not realising the close proximity of you two until she snaps her sharp eyes to your tired gaze.

"Excuse me?" The green-eyed girl arched her eyebrows, her lips forming a grimace of annoyance. 

“I said I would probably live a very sad life.” You quickly defer, letting out a sigh of relief once she relaxes her eyebrows and shows you a soft smirk.

 Reina grabs her bag and sprays perfume onto her body, walking over to your bedroom door before abruptly stopping, throwing her arms up. “Come on then! We can't be too fashionably late~” You curse whoever invented halloween parties, and trail behind her. 

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Just ten minutes into the party, and you were already contemplating grabbing that cowboy-clad stranger’s prop gun and pretending to shoot yourself with it.  Music boomed against your ears, drawing out any coherent thought as the smoke from Reinas cigarette mingles in the air. It was as if your personal space ceased to exist, with the red haired girl's body pressing against yours, her presence enveloping you. The sensation became overwhelming, the close proximity sent shivers down your spine. You had no ability to escape, seeing as the delinquent had her friends form a tight circle around you both, acting as protective guards you didn't need or want. There was no room to escape for you, too intimidated to say a word. 

“Hey Y/N!! Is that you?!” A loud voice shouted amidst the music, crowd and smoke. Reinas whole friend group snaps towards the noise, seeing who dared to interrupt the leader with her ‘beloved’. Despite Alex being faced with gnarly stares, all he could see was his cutie dressed like an angel. He settles his drink down on a nearby table, exchanges hurried farewells with his football teammates, and rushes his way towards you.  

The tall friendly giant had no struggles breaking the circle you were trapped in. It was like the sun beaming past a bunch of angsty rain clouds, two things you usually dreaded. But in that moment, you found yourself silently praising the towering, 6 '6 human puppy as he enveloped you in a massive bear hug.

 As he released you, his strong arms remained on your shoulders, and he beamed at you with eyes that formed crescent moon shapes.

He stuttered an apology for the sudden physical contact before staring at you up and down with his doe like eyes and a massive grin. “Wow…you look stunning, like a true angel. You’re my angel!” He giggles proudly because of the cheesy line he made. The jock completely disregards his earlier apology as he wraps you in another tight hug. You murmur a ‘thanks’ and lightly tap his back in return, your lips thinning with a hint of awkwardness as you look around and notice Reina's friend group staring at the two of you as though you'd just committed a crime. Alex's firm grip gradually loosens as he comes to a realisation, and he reluctantly lets you go, you notice his boyish grin turned into a pout. “I invited you to this party, I bought a whole matching outfit and everything! You told me you couldn't come!” The brown eyed male whines , his brows furrowing as his beady eyes bore into your soul. During this moment, you couldn't help scrutinise his Halloween costume.

‘Did he seriously just throw on his jersey with some fake blood around his neck..’ you pondered silently, shooting him a disapproving stare due to the minimal effort he had put into his outfit

Your initial expression of curiosity transformed into one of slight disgust when you realised that the intended matching costume was going to be ‘the jock and his cheerleader’

‘How original’ You thought sarcastically.

For the second time this night, your thoughts were interrupted, but this time it wasn't a ringing phone. It was Alex’s voice, laced with sadness whining in your ear. He pouts as he gazes down at you, gently poking your halo headband, waiting for your response.

“Basically what happ-”

Before you could even begin to explain that you had no intention of attending the party, regardless of who insisted, not until the delinquent showed up at your doorstep and mildly threatened you, your words were cut short. The moment was disrupted as she forcibly pushed the sulky jock away from you.

Despite her noticeable lack of height compared to the towering jock, Reinas attitude  definitely made up for it. 

‘Speak of the devil..metaphorically and quite literally.’ You snort at your own joke, before quickly composing yourself and directing your attention to the scene unfolding in front of you. 

Alex and Reina, two people who couldn't be any more different but they were both madly in love with you. In school, you had always managed to avoid confrontations involving the both of them, but it appeared luck wasn't on your side tonight. 

“Who do you think you are, barging into this conversation where no one invited you? Don't you have dumb shit to attend to? Like shotgunning a dozen beers?”  the delinquent spoke with a withering glare, she grabbed your arm and forcefully pulled you away from him. The crowded party left little room to manoeuvre, so she practically made you turn your back on him to ensure you were separated.

Unfortunately for her, that allowed the charismatic loveable jock to shed his facade, and shoot her an  uncharacteristically intense gaze. His eyes grew dark and his typically cheerful face contorted into a look of hatred and envy  Though it only lasted for a second, anyone who would’ve seen it, the memory would linger in their thoughts for days. 

Reina, being unlike anyone else, didn't perceive his gaze as a threat, but rather as a golden retriever attempting to imitate a wolf. She scoffed and protectively grabbed your hand.

"I'm pretty sure forcing Y/N to be surrounded by your..." The jock paused, glancing at each of Reina's friends, carefully choosing not to insult them, not out of fear, but out of respect with his beloved watching. ".. interesting group of friends might not be comfortable for her. Anyways, don't you guys have more fun plans, like commit vandalism?" He delivered with a cheerful tone, tilting his head to the side in a display of ‘adorable’ confusion.

While the male may come across as unintelligent there are some quirks to his character that reveal a different perspective. He possesses a unique knack for framing his words and expressing himself in a manner that radiates positivity.

‘He’s so stupid and oblivious , he doesn’t mean what he says!! He's just asking a question, he means no harm!’ — is what most people think. 

 But Reina, being a delinquent who often deals with various groups of people, can read him like a book. She knows he’s showing less than what he truly is. What he can truly become. And although she doesn’t give a shit about how he acts around others, she knows he’s interested in her Y/N — and that’s why he needs to stay away from her girl at all costs. 

With Reinas anger level rising, she lets out an annoyed grunt before softly pushing you back, The delinquent puts one finger on the jocks chest.

You think for a second that you should probably step in, Not because you want to but because you have no idea who will win. Reina most definitely has a weapon in her bag somewhere and also her group of friends who would kill to protect her surround you three but Alex’s strength and height  can cover that. Though from what you know  the delinquent is a lot more aggressive than the ‘pacifist’ himbo so he may have a bit of a disadvantage.

Nonetheless, you decide not to intervene and just watch the two idiots fight it out. It's not your issue right? You didn't need any more attention than you already had coming to this party tonight. 

As they both stare at each other, Reina opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off by someone tapping her back. One of her friends grabs her arm and she turns a whole 180 degrees, ready to scream at whoever is trying to hold her back.  Her eyes are narrowed as she pushes the said friend away from her. “What the fuck is your issue, Thomas?!” You now learned who the guy's name was, Thomas. He was dressed as a pirate and barely flinched when Reina screamed at her. He must've been used to it. All he does is show her phone, and mutters “Look at who's calling you.” Reina’s angry expression turns into one of disbelief as she roughly grabs the phone away from his hands. She looks at Alex one last time with a scoff before she excused herself for a moment and engaged in a heated argument with the caller. You couldn't help but overhear snippets of their exchange — it was clear that Reina was being pressured to leave the party. She hung up, her face etched with reluctance, and then turned to you.

"Babe, I've got to go, I'll still be at the party. " she said, her tone uncharacteristically serious. "Just promise me you'll head home soon, okay?" Your face drops into a frown, though you didn't particularly like the aggressive delinquent, she was one of the only people you knew at this party.. Well except for the man who's staring at you with love struck eyes as of right now. Before you could say anything, Reina left your side, with the group of delinquents who followed. She didn't forget to barge into Alex as she was leaving, though it didn't really affect him — he was too focused on the fact that he was alone with you right now. 

 The overexcited jock happily grabs your arm and drags you around the whole house of the party, Although he was meant to be giving you a supposed ‘tour’; you noticed he was just staring deeply at your face whilst speaking. You came to the conclusion that he didn't really know what he was doing, he just wanted to impress you.

Amid the swirling costumes and pulsating music, You  felt as if you were caught in a whirlwind. Every step you took was accompanied by Alex, who remained steadfastly close. The bulky man stayed close, like an overprotective guard dog, as you both navigated the crowd. Y/N couldn't help but feel suffocated by his constant presence. You desperately needed a moment of peace, a brief escape from his watchful eyes. You decide to ask him for a favour, of course he’d help you. 

 You finally mustered the courage to speak up, tugging at the edge of Alex's costume and turning to him with a gentle but tired smile. "Hey, Alex, do you mind getting me a drink? I could really use a break."

The jock beamed at you, happy that you trusted him enough to do something for you. ‘That must mean you like him right?! That's how it works!!’

 "Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "I'll be right back with your drink. Just stay right here, okay?"

You nodded gratefully, allowing yourself a sigh of relief as Alex disappeared into the crowd, determined to fulfil your request. The distance that had separated them, albeit briefly, was a welcome change, and you could breathe a little easier. 

Although he told you to stay where you were, you began to wander around and observe the revelry around you. People in all manner of costumes danced, drank, and got a little too comfortable with each other. 

You let out a yelp as you open a door to a couple grinding on each other.  Murmuring a dozen apologies, you leave the room flustered. 

As you lose yourself in your thoughts and in the house, you notice a familiar white haired male approaching you, with a wide cheshire grin, Kieran; the host of the party. 

The playboy moved through the crowd with an air of confidence and intrigue. He was dressed up as… a prisoner with handcuffs. Or as he’d probably say ‘a sexy prisoner.’ ‘Please don't come here, please don't come here, please don't come here.’ Is the phrase that repeatedly pops up in your head as you try to look at anything but him. 

“Boo!” The playboy whispers in your ears as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He then turns you around and ignores the pout on your face, Inspecting your outfit whilst biting his lips. 

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” you sneered, crossing your arms as you tried to move slightly away from the playful male. "Oh man, you would've looked prettier as a princess~" he purred, his voice carrying a flirtatious undertone, his words accompanied by a roguish grin. You were clearly no stranger to Kieran's personality and annoying nickname for you. You roll your eyes and retort  "Well I'd rather not deal with the whole 'damsel in distress' shit tonight," a hint of sarcasm laced in your response. 

Kieran laughed, unbothered by your resistance. "Ooh but I'd have so much fun saving you princess~!” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But what made you change your mind coming to my party? I rang your phone like two hours ago and you didn't pick up.” He questions with a raised eyebrow,  his sly smirk still displayed on his face before he laughs.

“Missed my face that much huh?  Should’ just said! Would've came running to you.” 

You couldn't be bothered to talk about how you were forced to come to this stupid party, and also not wanting to mention Reina because for some reason they both had some weird dislikement towards each other. “Just had a change of heart.” You say before turning around and attempting to walk away from Kieran, but again luck wasn't on your side as he grabs your arm and tuts. The dimly lit room with the midst of the crowd, made you focus on the playful man's eyes and you noticed a shine in his eyes whilst staring at you. Before you could tell him to let you go,he whispers closely to you, so close that you could faintly smell the alcohol and mint laced in his breath. “Hey this is my party y’know? Let me show you a more secluded area, perfect for an introvert like you~” He teases as he drags your arm downstairs, and into one of the rooms which he had to twist to unlock. You silently cuss the playboy as you notice his entire group of so-called friends in the room. LED lights which displayed red, multiple couples in the room doing God knows what.

 As you both walk further into the room, Kieran, too busy dabbing up people who you never once saw in your life, You notice a pile of unlabeled drugs and drinks on the table that was in the centre of the room. Quickly looking away, you squint your eyes as you try to notice anyone that you’re familiar with. In the corner of the room, there's a girl wearing a red corset with red horns, matching yours. You notice her angry expression as she converses with the two people around her. It was Reina. She notices your gaze and her face slightly softens, As she approaches you, she notices your arm being held by Kieran. Her face returns to the expression of which you first saw in the room. The white haired male doesn't notice the vexed delinquent yet, and he stares at your face in confusion as he notices you watching something, following your line of view he finally sees the girl wearing the devil costume. “Oh hey! Didn't know I invited you to my party?” He says playfully, but you notice the snark in his voice.  Reina seems to notice it too as her face contorts into one of jealousy. “You guys know each other?” She questions, her question directed towards mostly you. Your hands begin to sweat as you attempt to stutter out an excuse, but for the second time this night, the living sun in human form interrupts your conversation by walking into the room, except this time he didn't have a happy expression, it was evident that he was sulking. 

Your eyes drift to his hands, noticing the drink in his hands that you had specifically asked for. ‘Shit..’ you think to yourself and for the first time you felt bad for the jock. You didn't mean to leave him for that long! It was more of Kierans fault for dragging you away. “I have your drink Y/N…” He says with wide eyes and pursed lips, clearly upset that you had just left him. With an apologetic gaze, you gently take the drink away from his grasp with a thank you, as you look away with a little guilt. “Oh my god, not this freak here again!” Reina scorns,disdain in her face as she stares at both Alex and Kieran, they stare back with disgust. The entire school year, these three constantly hung around you and you still managed to never make them interact whilst you were there, in fear of any of these bold characters causing a scene. But of course, the one day where you especially didn't want to see any of them, they all surround you possessively with jealousy tangled in their eyes. Could this night get any worse? -

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It most definitely can. You managed to calm them down and now you're all sat in a circle, with random people you don't know. Kieran sat down next to you on the right, while Alex occupied the seat on the left, and Reina sat across from you, clearly not happy with the seating arrangements.

Whilst the room was filled with chatter, one of Kieran's friends mentioned a board game that you've never heard about  that supposedly had the power to ‘summon demons.’

The suggestion hung in the air, Kieran laughed at the idea and laughed harder as he noticed the uncomfortable look in your face. 

“Don't worry babe, i'll protect you~” He whispers in your ear, Reina notices you two conversing but can't hear what he told you, Her already green eyes appear even greener as she looks away enviously. The idea was met with hesitance, but with Kieran's playful persuasion, everyone reluctantly agreed to try it.

As the game commenced, Alex clutched onto your arm, his protectiveness reaching new heights. The friendly giants sends you a look of comfort. Reina, on the other hand, grew increasingly annoyed and impatient, wanting to leave this messed up party. Still, she begrudgingly  stayed, unwilling to abandon her beloved in this situation.

The group followed the game's instructions, and to their shock, the room filled with an eerie energy. The lights began to flicker and in an instant it turned off, most of the room ran away screaming, not caring about the party anymore. Others began to laugh with interest  and waited for what was going to happen next. a sinister figure formed in the centre of their makeshift circle. You freeze as you notice the demon (?), he is fucking terrifying but inspecting him closer the extremely tall thing is quite.. handsome?  

A malevolent demon with smouldering eyes and a sinister grin, stood before everyone. Panic coursed through the room, and everyone, including yourself , scrambled to flee. As you attempted to escape, the demon swiftly locked the door, trapping you inside with Alex, Reina, and Kieran.

With a devilish chuckle, The demon introduced himself as Silas. The red faced man turned his attention to you. He took your chin in his hand, his touch chilling to the bone. His nails dug sharply into your skin. "You're prettier than the angels we have where I'm from" he hissed, his voice dripping with lust.

Your heart raced with fear and arousal as you looked into Silas's eyes, a shiver running down your spine. Alex and Reina attempted to interject, their voices laced with fear and anger, but Silas silenced them with a mere flick of his fingers, flooding their minds with endorphins that dulled their resistance. Kieran seemed to be less affected by whatever poison Silas had put out as he grabs Y/Ns arm towards his chest. “I don't know what the hell you are but she's mine, get in line” Kieran jokes, not scared of the situation at all. You send him the dirtiest look possible as Silas laughs mockingly at the playboys statement.

As the night wore on, and the party raged outside, Y/N, Alex, Reina, and Kieran were trapped with this demon who had an interest in you for some strange reason. Well, everyone in this room has some abnormal interest in you and it seems that you're quite literally trapped in a  room with people who would do anything for you. Even if that means fighting a demon.

Desperation welled up in your body as you realised the dire situation that you were stuck in. "How am I supposed to leave now?" you whisper to yourself, noticing 4 gazes staring at you with different expressions but they all contained one thing, Lust.

Did Silas forget to mention that he was a succubus?

purerae<3

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS HEAVILY APPRECIATED.

#oh my god this is so long #only proof read once so sorry </3 #this is rlly bad i tried writing it all in a day bcs anon submitted it on halloween but i couldn’t <\3 #yandere blog #purerae #yandere jock #yandere playboy #yandere demon #male yandere #yandere delinquent #yandere headcanons #female yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere oc #yandere playboy x reader #yandere delinquent x reader #yandere jock x reader #yandere imagines #yandere special #alternate universe #halloween special #halloween party #reverse harem #multiple yandere x reader #female yandere x darling #male yandere x darling #yandere demon x reader

[punkeropercyjackson]

To me Hobie being a mature teenager instead of an adult is in the same sitch as Gwen being trans instead of a trans ally.Often you see people say Hobie is an adult because that's what the Spiderverse crew originally planned like how you see people also often saying Gwen was originally cis so she still is but it makes a lot more sense both in the story and from an irl context for them to be a kid who was just forced to grow up too fast and a teen trans girl

The argument that Hobie 'acts nothing like a teenager' is literally a lie based off nothing and i know this because i've befriended a lot of black teens through the fandoms i'm in and some of us have gotten so close that we consider eachother family and the ones who're traumatized,be it by abusive parents or something else,have the exact same personality as him and he even reminds me of myself when i was in high school if i'd been more outgoing.Because that's just the thing-Hobie isn't supposed to be a NORMAL teenager,he's supposed to be a black traumatized one because that's who he's rep for,just like how Gwen is supposed to be rep for TRANS teen girls instead of cis ones so that's why she dosen't act or look like a cis girl either

The reason Hobie does stuff like extreme rebellion and direct action and even underaged drinking(see the pub line)and takes the parent friend role in the Spiderband is that he had his childhood almost entierly taken away from him but still has traits of a teen like getting along best with people his age and his sense of humor is that at the end of the day,he's still a child mentally and physically.The reason Gwen has a trans flag with 'protect trans kids' on it in her room and her dad has a trans flag patch on his jacket and the crew adjusted her design to give her stronger features and had her say 'People only know half of who i am' is that they wanted to take her accidental trans coding from her previous in incarnations and make it canon for presentation

That's one of the biggest goal's of Spiderverse:Representation.They choose to make Miles the protag because he's afrolatino and took the racist writings from his comics and fixed it by making it accurate to us irl,they changed Pavitr's costume to perfectly reflect his indian heritage,they wrote Rio as exactly like irl afrolatina moms and made Jessica black and Margo a member of the Spiderband to show black women onscreen.Obviously there's flaws in the writing like what they did to Peni(Like making her go from Nge-inspired to moefiying her)and i'll never not critique them but are Hobie being just an adult and Earth 65 Peter being the trans one really the better options and also the ones that makes the most sense?Are they really?

#hobie brown #gwen stacy #hobie brown deserves better #trans gwen stacy #pro gwen stacy #peter parker #56 peter #spiderverse #atsv #btsv #spiderband #spiderpunk #spidergwen #spiderwoman #gwenom #ghostspider #punkflower #punkchai #punkbyte #ghostpunk #spiderman #antiblackness cw #transmisogyny #adultification tw #childhood trauma tw #blackness #trans women #💌 #summerposting

[pap3rcherry]

Can I request Fpe teachers x MissDelight!reader? About when someone looks at them they stop moving. But they atleast are good friends with the teachers?

[If not I apologies 10000×]

୨୧ PLAY FAIR ✮⋆˙

MISS DELIGHT READER X TEACHERS (ft: the students)

A/N: you literally read my mind, i thought of that idea the same exact second i opened Tumblr, a bit shitty cause i got my first writer's block... yay

Type: Headcanons, romantic/platonic, fluff.

Tw: Killing mentions, mentions of breaking bones in the end, nothing too much (ig) you literally haunt Mister Demi's mind.

Song recommendation: Sleep well

୨୧ Miss delight reader would probably be the 2nd most feared of the teachers after Miss Circle since they have such creepy and permanent smile and a powerful observation of others, it's as if you have eyes everywhere.

୨୧ Miss Bloomie would absolutely love you, she would be by your side all the time, she would probably like how you have such a sweet but cruel personality, it adds and matches your creepy but kind of sweet appearance.

୨୧ Miss Circle and the other teachers would use you as a distraction to the other failing or bad students or stubborn ones who always keeps escaping, while they are too busy looking at you, the other teachers sneak up on them and catch them by surprise.

୨୧ Although they do get the creeps whenever you chase some student, like, one time Miss Circle walked in during you chasing someone and instantly froze when she saw you, and you, were just there, standing straight in the hallway with the shadows covering up your whole face and the light hitting only your hair on the left side while your white shiny pupils stared at her soul.

୨୧ She noted to always check if you are chasing someone whenever she goes to roam around the halls, she doesnt wanna see you like that again... nor have nightmares about you.

୨୧ Miss Thavel is indiferent about you, she doesnt like nor dislike you, she just thinks you are another teacher who works hard and has its ways of creeping the students into getting good grades and to punish them if they dont.

୨୧ Miss Bloomie on the other hand finds it super cool, you can creep people so easily! she finds you one of the coolest there and often would team up with you to help catch the students, she didnt get unsettled of your creepy state when paralised, not at all! she just found it super duper cool!

୨୧ Mister Demi when he sees you like that, he just paralised, and it suddenly became an eye contest, like a statue looking at eachother, just for you to win in 3 seconds in because Miss Demi just booked it and didnt look back, this man fears you and your smile makes him more anxious and nervous, you are gonna be the death of him.

୨୧ Miss sasha would try to adjust to your creepy nature, often trying to give you compliments on your appearance and tough abilities, even though it creeps her out and you know it.

୨୧ Miss Emilly tries to keep her distance from you, everytime she hears the clacking of your heels approaching, she just excuses herself if shes talking to someone in the moment or just casually walks away, she gets why people are creeped out by you and you personally is unsettling to her.

୨୧ “The smallest bone in your body is the stapes in your ear. Still, damage it, and you risk losing your hearing! Want to learn more about human organs? Pay close attention in class!”

#fundamental paper education x reader #fundamental paper education #fpe #fpe fanfiction #fluff #fpe x reader #Miss delight reader #poppy playtime #୨୧ cherry works

[rthko]

Thoughts on "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny" from one genderfluid perspective. TL;DR is that while the sentiment is true, I don't like how it became THE defining slogan of nonbinary activism.

Nonbinary people don't "owe" anyone androgyny. Indeed, no one "owes" any particular expression for their gender to be recognized and respected. I think it's an important message. So why am I not satisfied?

To start, the implication I read is that labels and pronouns are easier than self presentation. For me, this is the exact opposite. When my own self conceptualization is ephemeral, relational, conditional, it is actually much easier to literally and figuratively wear my gender on my sleeve than it is to put it into words. When I wear a blouse, dangly earrings, paint my nails, pitch up my voice, people will for better or for worse treat me differently. I can work with these associations, but to say THIS is my label, THESE are my pronouns, THIS is my name, THIS is how I see myself is just exhausting. I don't even know or care half the time.

A similar slogan is "clothing does not equal gender." Very well, but what if I don't view my gender as a prediscursive essence? What if I do resonate with statements like "born naked and the rest is drag?" What if clothing, makeup, gestures, and perceptions do factor into my identity? This is how some nonbinary identities and experiences are rendered inconvenient or, forgive the word choice here, politically incorrect. Many such identities are too inconvenient to state in public discourse. I worry that the push for visibility is too often a push for legibility and taxonomic convenience; to "see like a state," as it were.

Back to "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny:" I think the more pressing conversation here is what exactly we mean by androgyny. Is it simply a matter of mixed gendered signifiers, or is it based on a more literal standard of "passing?" Who is capable of androgyny? Under what circumstances is androgyny desirable? It is said that only young, skinny white people are capable of androgyny. Is this true? If androgyny is the domain of youth, why do cis seniors undergo hormone treatments to prevent being androgynized? If androgyny is the domain of thinness, why do fat women held to higher standards of femininity and fat men to higher standards of masculinity to be fully legible as their genders? If androgyny is the domain of whiteness, why does so much racial dehumanization depend on de-gendering? Why are so many cultural norms read as gender nonconforming by the dominant culture, despite making no such pretenses themselves? So, "androgyny" here is more precisely "androgyny on one's own terms." The young, thin, white body can inhabit a sort of glam-rock, science fiction, mythic androgyny, but androgyny is otherwise dehumanizing and incomprehensible.

I see a need then, not merely to deem androgyny unnecessary, but to expand the definition and defend non-conventional expressions thereof. Nonbinary people are often both envious and terrified of androgyny. We ask: When does "quirky" become "clocky?" When does glamorous and sexy become somehow both neutered and perverted? To put it another way, when does "they" become "it?" Indeed, many reclamations of "it" explore this very question. Even as a thin, white, and young person, I worry that my increasingly fluid gender expression toes this line. Among gay men, camp and femininity are deployed specifically to disarm sexual possibility. Not into him? Put him in the "sis zone." When slight adjustments to language and gesture are sexually disqualifying, what happens with physical and chemical interventions to the sexed body?

There is obviously a stereotype that nonbinary people do not physically transition. I don't think "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny" or any similar sloganeering is to blame; I think this is moreso the result of trans people having to overstate the binary-ness of their gender to receive gender affirming care. The nuances of trans identity gets flattened for the convenience of cis observers and medical gatekeepers. I always knew I was a girl deep down, I played with dolls and looked up to Disney princesses, I have never enjoyed sex and only dissociated my way through it, et cetera. No one should be required to transition, but for this reason I see it as important to recognize that nonbinary people can and do transition (and that even binary trans identities are more complicated than these narratives allow).

Transition is something I have long considered, but fluidity throws a wrench into the plot. I don't update the world every time I feel this way, but there are times and instances in which I sincerely want to be perceived as a woman. Then, there are instances in which "gay man" is more than a default but something personal and powerful to me, molded in my image by history, culture, and my experience within and around the category. It is for this reason that "what if I regret it" anxiety is probably justified. If I conditionally want to be seen as a woman, there will be no "before and after" motivational images. The "androgynous" fledgling stages are all I have. Genderfluidity is just one reason people inhabit the awkward in-between stages. More often, it is because people lack the financial, logistical, or legal capacity to transition.

No one should be pressured to appear androgynous, but this pressure is made worse by the dehumanization, amplified by class and racial dimensions, associated with gender ambiguity. It is rarely glamorous beyond editorial photoshoots and closed-off internet circles. The fear of being rendered incomprehensible, undesirable, unresolved or incomplete holds people back from gender experimentation and self determination. So, nonbinary people don't owe any particular expression, but I have a question: Who's afraid of androgyny?

[everybodyshusband]

@crimsonclergy's headcanon post got me thinking and i just had to try my hand at writing it out as a little ficlet !! go read his post first, it's awesome <3

1.7k words of aurora gender fuckery, a little dysphoria and a lot of euphoria under the cut >:)

The piece of fabric she's pulled out of her laundry basket is unfamiliar. It's an unassuming little garment, a tight, white, cropped tank top of some kind that she thinks must belong to Cirrus. She stares at it for a while before deciding fuck it. She could do with a new shirt, and if it suits her well enough, there's a possibility Cirrus won't even care that it's gone missing if she gets to see Aurora wearing it every so often.

She tosses it onto her bed in preparation and struggles to unclasp the clip of her bralette—a lacy thing picked out for her that morning by Cumulus, the air ghoulette purring in her ear that the colouring suits her complexion and the laced edges frame her little chest so perfectly—groaning in annoyance when, as usual, she can't quite figure out how to get it undone and has to resort to pulling it over her head. She throws it on and ground and glares at it in frustration before turning her attention back to the top on the bed.

She picks it up and starts to slip it on like it's a normal top but it's tight; tight enough that it has her wondering if it even belongs to Cirrus after all. She gets her arms and head through the openings, but beyond that, she had to twist and contort her body awkwardly just to get the top down past her chest. It makes her weirdly self-conscious about it all. At least, she thinks she's feeling self-conscious. The exact feeling welling up inside of her as she struggles to get the shirt on, and again as she has to adjust herself inside of it so her chest isn't sitting uncomfortably inside the fabric is a foreign one; a tightness deep inside her chest that's different from the tightness the top is providing—this feeling is one that makes her skin all itchy and legs wobbly and she decides right there in that moment that if this is how the shirt makes her feel then she never wants to put it on ever again. But, she reconciles, it's worth taking a look in the mirror before she takes it off and returns it to whoever it's supposed to belong to. After all the effort it took her to wriggle into the garment, it'd be pointless not to take a look.

The first glance of her reflection has her mouth dropping open in surprise and that funny, gross feeling dissipating within seconds. She lifts her hands and smooths them down the plane of her chest. It's... flat? She turns to the side and cranes her neck to catch her reflection.

It's flat.

She can't stop the delighted giggle that bursts from deep in her chest, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. This is cool. This is different. So different from how she normally looks. So different from how she looked mere minutes ago in her silk sleep shorts and matching lace-y bralette. Her eyes drift to the reflexion of the laundry basket sitting on the bed behind her and she can't help but wonder what she might look like with something over the top of this new garment.

She turns away from the mirror and grabs the first thing on the pile, one of Dew's oversized shirts advertising some band that Aurora hasn't heard of yet; it reminds her that she really should ask him about it sometime, he seems to like it a lot. Underneath the shirt is a pair of boxers and some careful digging through the rest of the basket reveals that, oh. This is Dew's laundry. Oops. After some deliberation, she decides that what Dew doesn't know won't hurt him and once again decides fuck it, she should try the shirt on anyway. For some reason she can't quite pinpoint at the moment, none of the shirts in her wardrobe feel right to wear over the top on her chest anyway.

She slips the t-shirt on and turns to look in the mirror and–

Oh.

Oh.

She looks like Dew. Like Mountain.

The flat angle of her chest even reminds her of Aeon or Rain, and the way Cirrus explained in the simplest of terms that to two of them are shaped more like the boys than the girls, even though they don't fit into either of those categories. The same way Dew is shaped in almost the same way as the girls, even though he's not one of them. And Aurora, she... Well, she's coming to some kind of realisation about all of this and what that might mean for her. She knows that part of her thought process right now is probably quite significant, but she can't quite get a solid grasp on the abstract thought that's floating tauntingly through her head.

She runs her hand over her chest again, marvelling at the way she doesn't encounter any bumps all the way from her collarbone to her belly button. That funny, good, happy feeling in her chest is back and once again, she can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles up out of her mouth as she continues feeling the flat, angular plane of her chest unburdened by her anatomy for the first time.

She fishes Dew's boxers out of the basket and quickly swaps out her pyjama shorts for them, throwing the silk garment on the floor alongside her lace bralette and in her head promising to Dew that she'll rewash all his clothes she's worn later, but right now she just needs to experience this.

The way the feeling in her chest expands when she turns back to the mirror and almost mistakes herself for Dew. The way the boxers sit high on her waist but still reach her thighs comfortably and cling to her skin in a way that makes her want to shout out in happiness. The way she can imagine tying her hair up in the same messy updo that Dew prefers in the morning and walking down to breakfast in this exact outfit and starting her days off feeling good instead of just fine. The way her chest sits flat in the shirt and the more she takes in her reflexion the more the elated feeling grows and grows until it's buzzing through her limbs and she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears. The way that the closest comparison she can think of is that this is how she feels when she performs; a rush of excitement and adrenaline mixed with doing things that make her feel free.

She spends the best part of the next hour digging through Dew's laundry, trying on his clothes and staring at her reflexion in the mirror. She tried a few of her own clothes too, but although most days she doesn't mind them, today they made her skin crawl enough that she shoved them all back in her cupboard without even folding or hanging them up again—she'll deal with the mess later, but right now she needs to focus on that incredible feeling of happiness that's pulsing through her entire body and keeping her face from displaying anything but a wide grin.

All too soon, there's a knock on her door that makes her jump and rush to wrap a blanket around herself, just in case someone comes in—it's not that what she's doing is wrong, everyone swaps clothes all the time, but something about how she's feeling right now in Dew's clothes feels almost private and for now, she'd like to keep it that way. Cumulus doesn't come in though, instead talking to Aurora through the door and calling her down to lunch, explaining that Rain's put the ingredients out for make-your-own salad sandwiches, so if Aurora wants any of the good stuff in hers, she'd better be quick before Dew and Sunshine take them all.

She calls out a hasty "Thanks, Lus!" and pointedly ignores the way her voice feels slightly wrong in her own ears—she just hasn't been speaking for a while, that's all it is, right? She pulls the shirt, pants and boxers off, pulling her regular underwear and sleep shorts back on, but she can't for the life of her get the tight top off. After a long while of wriggling and struggling that results in her having to wipe sweat off of her forehead with a towel, she yanks the top off and is immediately overly aware of the way her chest moves freely now it's unrestrained by the tight garment. She's never particularly minded the feeling before—she hasn't known anything different—but now that she knows the way the tight top makes her feel, she doesn't think she likes the regular feeling very much at all.

She pulls the bralette back on and grabs Dew's shirt, reasoning that she can give an excuse of the feel of soft fabric or the smell of freshly washed clothes if anyone asks why she's not wearing any of her own shirts, and makes her way to the kitchen.

Lunch passes without much fanfare, and thankfully, one asks why she's wearing Dew's shirt of a band she doesn't even know. As she's rinsing her plate off afterwards though, Dew sidles up beside her and strikes up a conversation, small talk about her vocals and his guitar in one of the new songs that Papa is working on. As she finishes rinsing the plate and moves to leave though, he stops her.

She draws a breath in, waiting for the inevitable—because she doesn't know how, but he must know about the tight top and the clothes and that's what he's going to ask about—and ends up wholly surprised when he asks, genuinely, if she knows where his basket of laundry is.

She tells him she thinks it made its way to her room, but she's not sure. "I'll check," she tells him, as if she can't recall every item of Dew's clothing that's currently sitting in the basket.

He smiles his thanks and turns away from her to rinse his own plate, which Aurora takes as her signal to return to her room, refold some of Dew's clothes and put them in his basket of clean stuff, put the rest back in the dirty laundry basket and return to clean clothes to him later that day.

When she finally does knock on Dew's door with his basket of laundry under one arm, there's a hesitance in her eyes that he's never seen before. She asks if she can come in and when he nods and moves aside to let her in, she sits on the bed, chewing bottom lip nervously.

"Um, Dew?" She starts, hands twisting over one another in her lap. "Can we– Can we talk?"

#husband ficlets #aurora ghoulette #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #there's a bunch of the ghouls mentioned but not really enough for their own tags #except maybe #dewdrop ghoul

[whyyougottadothatbro]

fluffy little hannie drabble I wrote because I'm an absolute sucker for the man gosh i love him so much :(((

Playlist recommended : 🎧

Wc : 0.8k, barely proofread

2:36 AM

“hm?”

You hum in question as you offer jisung your left ear’s ear pod, sitting at the windowsill in your bedroom. Not the biggest apartment you could have landed in your budget, but its cozy and perfect for you, in fact, perfect for two.

“Mhm. Scoot over” he hums in acceptance, taking the ear pod from your extended hand and putting it in, as you scoot ahead from where you were leaning, making space for him to settle behind you, leaning your head against his chest with him stretching his legs ahead to have you sit in-between them, snuggled up against him, head against his shoulder, the perfect fit, his missing puzzle piece. 

“where do you even find these songs? I love them, especially when it gets this late” jisung finally relaxes his tense body that had been uptight the whole day, leaning his head so his squirrel cheeks smush against the crown of your head. It was late though, 2:36 AM to be exact, but a freshly showered jisung felt too heavenly against you, it probably would be 2:36 AM an hour later too, or 2 hours later even, dawn would slowly creep up into the sky and the night would slowly fade away into the day, but time in your world would stop the moment jisung took you in his arms and your skin was against his, his heartbeat next to your ear. 

“what do I say? Being a producer’s girlfriend does need some musical talent don’t you think?” you grin up at him, the skyline shining from the window against your back, the moonlight illuminating both your faces in its soft glow, and jisung adjusts the blanket to cover the both of you better, lips pressing against the crown of your head in a soft kiss.

“baby you could be tone deaf and I’d still love you to bits, your kickass music taste is just a cherry-on-top” you hum in agreement because you do know its true.jisung’s love is nothing like love you’ve felt before, and you know you’re keeping it by your side for as long as time allows you. 

the blanket covers you both in each other’s warmth with your usual comfortable silence cocooning you both in its ease.jisung was almost preparing himself mentally to carry you to bed again today because its too often you fall asleep like this, but you look at the night sky again, the thought of having a lazy morning with your lover the next day after so long keeping sleep away from you momentarily. 

“the sky’s so pretty today hm? Feels a bit different today don’t you think?” you ask him as you look at him again. jisung steals a quick glance to the sky again, then back to you. 

“maybe because we’re watching it together like this after a while?” he looks back down at you. But you, oh you’re too far gone, staring at jisung will never get boring, his beauty would never stop amazing you, your heart won’t ever stop loving him. Jisung lays his hand across your soft hand that had been resting against the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. 

"Why do you sometimes look at me like that?" he asks in an almost whisper 

“hm?” you break out of your little daze, eyes searching for his. Jisung chuckles and asks you again,

“ I was asking.. why do you sometimes look at me like that?”

" like what?" 

"Like I hang the stars in the sky or something? Like I'm so precious?"

"Because you are, I don't know about the stars in the sky but the stars in my eyes come around only when I'm with you" your reply is as direct as it could get, and your ease in that answer catches him off guard. He knows how much you love him, your forwardness just leaves him amazed. 

“wow….” the blush is quick to spread across his cheeks and he just knows he’s using something like this in a song sooner or later, maybe he’d propo-

“besides, you’ve got stars on your nails too this time right? my star” you lean up to kiss him hard on the cheek, giggling when you fall back into your earlier position.

jisung, too speechless to say anything, squeezes you in his hold and kisses your nose, the melody playing in his ear makes it even more dream-like, as if you weren’t a dream come true for him already.

“I swear I’m giving felix such a big kiss tomorrow..”

You barely can get yourself to stop from laughing before you ask, “where did lix come from?” you ask him in between your giggles.

“that idiot is the reason I have the love of my life in my arms right now, I owe him big time”

“ah really? Then what does the love of your life get?”

“the love of my life? Baby you had me all for yourself the day you said yes”

“always?”

“always.” 

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