#but calling him feminine based on it really rubs me the wrong way

[superspecial-awesome]

I do want to scream into the void that like. Malik is absolutely not feminine in any way that was intented by the author. Yes that is the most cocksucking shirt ever drawn but shut up. Everything else people point to is Just an overused vaguely-religious-looking Egyptian stereotype. If you look at how his style of kohl is presented in the series it seems like it's intended to be masculine if anything.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Stolen Love (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — John B doesn’t want you to go home yet.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Mentions and implications of sex at the beginning, but no actual smut; brief mentions of alcohol; semi-secret relationship (Reader’s parents don’t like John B); mostly fluff and a clingy John B.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,170. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ This is based on “Stolen Love” by Josiah and the Bonnevilles. It has such a John B vibe to it! ➳ This work has a visual edit!

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It’s a stolen love in the middle of the night, it’s the story of you and I. Hearts on fire like a Marlboro light, burning up, and it feels alright. A stolen love, you and I.

John B’s hands were a saving grace.

Lying on your front, you could hardly keep your eyes open at the feeling of his rough palm slowly caressing the bare skin of your back. He rested next to you on his side, one cheek squished against his pillow as he gazed at you with a soft smile.

You could hear your friends in the living room of the Château, despite the door of John B’s bedroom being closed. They were listening to music, laughing loudly as they drank the night away.

Your eyes opened at the sound of John B shuffling beneath the sheets. He had come much closer. He gently tugged at a strand of your hair before leaning in to kiss your forehead. Then, his hand returned to its soothing movements against your lower back, rubbing at any aches and knots hiding beneath your skin.

“Are you trying to make me fall asleep?” you muttered, eyes falling shut once more. “I need to go home soon, ya know?”

“Do you really need to?” he whispered back, kissing your forehead again. “You could stay here with me instead. We can cuddle, kiss, have sex… again.”

Your lips quirked in an attempt to hide a smile. John B trailed a series of kisses along your skin, traveling from your temple to your cheek to your nose. Finally, he came to your lips, grinning against them in a moment of sweet affection.

“I think you’ll find I can be very convincing,” he chucked.

You finally allowed an amused smile to slip through, “Oh, really?”

He hummed with a nod, wrapping his arms around you and gently rolling you onto your back. He hovered over you with a soft smile as his nose rubbed against yours. He was really putting in the work now.

He kissed you again, then breathed, “Wanna see my methods?”

We tore up the room, we blurred out the lines, breakin’ hearts and rules at the same time! God knows it’s wrong! Baby, it feels so right! It’s a stolen love, keeps us up at night! Stolen love, keep me up all night!

You tucked some of his thick curls behind his ears. John B admired the way your eyes flitted around the room with a certain sparkle. As one hand rested next to your head on one of his pillows, the other gently traced over the skin of your bare shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from layering a few more kisses over the area, even occasionally nipping with his teeth in a series of gentle bites.

“I think you’ve already shown me your methods, John Booker Routledge. Look at the state of your bed right now.”

He groaned at the sound of his full name leaving your lips. His forehead dropped to your shoulder and his face hid against your neck. An embarrassed flush quickly covered his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that,” he muttered. “You know what it does to me when you do.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you sighed, feeling him place open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “What do you wanna be called?” 

“You know,” he whispered, running his nose along your jawline.

You smirked, “I don’t think I do.” 

“Baby,” he whined, “stop messing with me.”

His nose dug into your cheek, repeatedly pecking the area. You could tell he wasn’t being serious by the way he grinned against you. His brown curls tickled each time they made contact with your skin. 

Baby, cut the cord, cross that line. In the name of love, give me one more night. Hey, come on, love, give me one more night!

“Stay,” he whispered. “Just this once, stay. I want you here with me.”

You shook your head, trying not to fall for his undeniable charm. His warm hands slowly moved to your hips. He shifted to lie between your legs with his chest flush against yours. His weight against you was heavy, but nice, comforting, and warm. 

“I can’t,” you murmured. “Want to, but I can’t. Not tonight.”

“You always say that,” groaned John B, allowing his head to rest against your shoulder.

“And it’s always true.”

“Whatever.”

It seemed he had finally come to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be spending the night at the Château, no matter how much he wanted you to. There would be no convincing you tonight.

You snorted at his sudden change in attitude, “Don’t pout, Johnny.”

“I’m not,” he grumbled, though you could barely hear him from his hiding spot against your bare skin.

Oh, stolen love, I keep on falling! Damn, is that your old man calling? Tell him I’ll give you back in the morning! Oh, stolen love, I keep on falling! Hey!

“Really? Because it sure does sound like—”

Your teasing was interrupted by the ringing of your cell phone. John B rose with a dejected expression, eyes sparkling with sadness when he read the screen.

Your parents, specifically your dad, had never liked John B very much. Due to that, the two of you had been keeping your relationship on the hush-hush when it came to them. 

John B glared when you kept him snatching your phone away. He left a wet trail of kisses along your collarbones as you quickly answered and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

John B’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. His lips moved to your cheek. He then nuzzled his nose against the space, admiring every detail of your skin. He could vaguely make out the echo of your father’s voice.

“No,” you continued, weaving your hands into your boyfriend’s thick mess of curls. “I’m at Sarah’s place right now.”

Shivers wracked your body at the feeling of John B smirking against you. His nose ran over your ear as he whispered, “Tell him I’ll give you back in the morning.” 

His affections continued. His lips kissed your skin, his arms tightened around your body, his hands ran over your skin, and his chest was flush against yours.

You took a deep breath at the feeling, “Hey, dad? Do you care if I spend the night? We wanna go swimming tomorrow and it’ll be easier if I just stay here.” 

You tried not to laugh when John B pressed his face close to yours, trying to hear what your father’s answer would be. He bit his plush lip when he heard a quiet, “Don’t see why not.” 

“Cool, thanks!” you replied, finally hanging up once you had bid him farewell before looking at your grinning boyfriend after doing so. “Happy now? Are you proud of constantly stealing me from my parents?”

He could tell by the smile on your face that you weren’t being serious. Kissing the space between your eyebrows, he muttered, “Very.”

Stolen love, I keep on falling! Falling!

[fagziraphale]

Sorry to confess this anonymously but... It makes my stomach churn whenever people refer to Crowley as "she" during eras he explicity presents as male. The Edinburgh is the most obvious example. Like, it's clearly a result of people not really understanding that the standards of gender has changed over time bc to them it looks real feminine despite during that era Crowley is wearing very masculine fashion for its time

Like, I get it, celestial beings don't have the same idea of gender as ours and Crowley is waay more fluid to how she presents themself, like wearing some women's clothes alongside mens during the 2000s or even the Roman era, but like, I never see people ever refer to Crowley as 'he' whenever she presents as female, like during the Crucifixion or as a Nanny. Like, Edinburgh Crowley is presenting himself as very, very masculine bc he wants to be perceived as a man during that time, so why tf refer to him as she/her?? It felt like misgendering to me

Augh. I feel silly getting hung up abt a fictional character's presentation/pronouns but urk as an enby it does feel kinda bad. I know presentation is different from gender but fuck, the fact that some fans refer to fem!presenting Crowley w explicity she/her but never doing the same energy for when Crowley presents himself as male or themself androgynously rubs me off the wrong... Way.

yeah the fandom is definitely weird abt pronouns. edinburgh in my experience is an outlier, i usually see he/him except for the nanny and crucifixion (and angel for some reason?), but its a big fandom so theres plenty of room for all kinds of stuff to happen

i think its fine for ppl to use whatever pronouns for him but it can be interesting to notice trends yeah. but also crowley does get called "her" as a nanny so theyre really jsut following the canon there. my hc is that's just when he's at his nanny job though, he's having fun with his disguise, and the rest of the time it's he/him for him in that era. also in the script book he uses he/him at the crucifixion so lol

anyways id find it very annoying if people used they/them based on how androgynous they think crowley looks at the time. so im glad when someone doesn't do that frankly

[unloved-cadillac]

hey!!! hope u've had a great day 💖 can I ask for a smut/nsfw of levi with a stern, cold, and equally terrifying co-captain (basically a girl version of levi HAHA) with a very deep monotone voice that can sometimes be mistaken as a man, which makes levi laugh to himself because when the doors are closed, shes very clingy and affectionate (sub who likes choking, edging, nipple sucking and daddy kink) with levi and one time they fucked, her very-- uh how do I say this,,, very "feminine" moans were overheard by the squad. they all thought levi was having sex with a prostitute but once they're ~ done ~ they went out to drink tea and they were all suprised to see the other captain dressed with captain levi's shirt with tons of hickeys on her neck? LOL sorry if it was too specific I just thought it would be funny. thank you!!

C/n: oh this a HELLA spicy request👀 and is this me??? Because it sounds like me. Anywho, thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

Warnings: look at the request.

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Behind Closed Doors.(Levi x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

Levi was known as the worst Captain. Not because he was a bad person, because he was ruthless. He never gave anyone an easy way out nor did he give a fuck. Nobody thought that they would find someone like him.

Until you came along.

You were the new Captain for the squad that was second to Levi’s. Nobody got it. You looked so sweet but when you spoke it was like listening to a female Levi. And it terrified them.

Erwin laughed at how everyone compared you to Levi. Now he had two tea-loving, blunt, stoic Captains to attend to. Hange loveddd you. You were weirded out by her at first, but grew to love the four-eyes weirdo. Levi found it enthralling. You were so strong and so independent and he liked that.

One day on the training grounds, a male cadet was verbally harassing a female one and you saw this and groaned. Cadet Mason had been trying to get the poor girl for months but it was when he grabbed her arm did you step in.

“Oi! Mason! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Your deep, monotone voice yelled out and you saw Mason physically stiffen. “C-Captain Levi. I don’t know what-” he turns and sees you. He straightens up and salutes. “CAPTAIN Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn't know it was you.” “Tch. Forget that. Leave this girl alone. Actually, the stables need cleaning. The horses shat everywhere so clean it all up. I don’t care how long it takes. After that, I want you to write an apology to this young lady and apologize to her. Maybe then you’ll learn some manners. Now GO!” Your voice roared through the base and the boy ran with his tail between his legs. You made the girl take a day off and started to walk to the Mess Hall when you saw Levi. “Mason being an idiot again?” He asks and you scoff. “When isn't he?” You retort and he chuckles. He looks at you and you share a heart full glance with each other. “Have some tea with me. My office.” He says and you smile and nod. “Sure.”

And it was then that sparked a beautiful, loving relationship between the two of you. Nothing really changed in the first few weeks but he did see how you acted in private. Clingy and loving. A complete 180 from your usual demeanor and he loved it. Something nobody else saw except for him.

Another thing nobody else saw or knew about was how subby you were. He was surprised the first time you two fucked and how kinky you were. You made him have a kink he didn’t even know he would enjoy so much.

After a particularly hard and long mission, Levi came back to his office to see you there. You saw him and leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso. “Thank god you’re okay.” You whisper into his shoulder and he hugs you tighter. “I’m fine.” He responds. You turn your head and begin to litter his neck with soft kisses. “I’ve missed you, daddy.” You seductively say and push your hips into his, making him groan. “Oh really? Well I’ve missed you too, princess.” You moan at his pet name and he captures your lips in his. Levi turns you around and pins you against the wall as he moves his lips to your neck. He bites and nips everywhere, finding all of your sweet spots with ease.

“Daddy~ I need you.” You moan out and he bites your earlobe. “I know, my baby. I need you too.” He says and walks the both of you to his room and throws you on his bed and kisses you again. You both separate for a quick second to shred off your clothing before you both dove into each other again. You rub his clothed cock making him groan. “Don’t be such a brat, Y/n. I won’t be able to hold back.” He sighs into your neck. You kiss his cheek and say, “Don’t.”

That one word made him snap. He quickly took off his underwear and shoved his fingers into your soaking cunt. “So fucking wet. Coating my fingers already. Look at you.” Levi fingers you until he felt you clench around him and your body tensed. He quickly pulled out, making you groan. Levi hovers over you and catches your nipple and sucks harshly on it. “Ahh~ Daddy. Just like that.” You moan out and his tongue swipe your nipple and he moves to your other one. He pinches and bites your nipples earning delicious moans from you. You become a bit louder when he bite a bit harder. He pulled away with drool all over his mouth and kissed you harshly. “Tell me what you want, princess. Tell me how badly you want it.” He says as he trails kisses along your neck. “I want your cock in me, daddy. Fill me up with your fat cock and make me come. Please~” you whine out and he hums in approval. “Then take it.”

Without warning, Levi shoves into you making you yell out. He takes both of your hands and holds it above your head while slamming into you. The headboard hit the wall and your wails of pleasure filled the room. “Ah! D-Daddy! There! Right there! Harder!” You moan and he leans up and let’s go of your hands and places his hands on your hips, all while still thrusting into you. “So tight. All for me? Of course it’s for me.” Levi self praises and you take his right hand and trail it up your body to your neck. He smiles and wraps his long digits around your neck, squeezing gently. The angle made him hit every inch of you and you couldn’t do anything but scream out as you started to get to your release.

Outside of the office, Jean and Connie stood as they listened. “Holy fuck, Jean. Captain Levi must be fucking her really good if he’s making her scream that much.” Connie remarks. “Who is she? A soldier?” Jean asks Connie as he presses his ear to the door to hear better. “Nah. I haven’t heard anyone with that voice. Maybe he hired a prostitute! It would make sense since the mission was a success and he wanted to celebrate.” Connie explains and Jean nods in agreement. “Who would’ve thought? Well let’s go. I don’t want to seem like a creep.” He says and drags Connie to the Mess Hall to leave their Captain to his intimate time.

After you both finished for the second time, Levi collapsed next to you as you both caught your breaths. Skin was coated with sweat and the room was filled with the sounds of heaving pants. “Holy...shit.” Levi breathes out as you chuckle and lay on his chest. “I know. That was amazing.” You say and he plants a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” His consideration made your heart soft. You lean up and kiss him. You move his hair out of his face and shake your head. “You were perfect.” You whisper and he hugs you. “Good.” Was all he said before it was silent again. “Want to go have some tea?” You ask and he chuckles. “Can you even walk?” You playfully slap his chest at his question. “But yeah. Let’s go.” Levi says and you both wake up. You take Levi’s shirt and your shorts and put it on. You left four top buttons undone and Levi puts on his black long sleeved shirt with his matching trousers. “Ready?” He asks and you nod. You both walk out his room and make your way to the Mess Hall. You sat as you waited for Levi to make the tea since there was no one else around. It was late so you didn’t expect anyone to be awake. Well, there was.

“Oh there’s Captain Y/n.” Armin says to Jean as they pass the hall. Jean pulls Armin behind a wall and looks at her. She seemed tired as hell and her hair was all messed up. She propped her head on her hand and sighed. Jean eyed her. “Something’s wrong.” He whispers to Armin and Armin looks back at her. “Why?” As Jean was about to answer, Captain Levi comes to her with two tea cups and sets one by her. He sits next to her and she sips her tea. When she does, Jean sees her neck covered in hickeys as well as Captain Levi’s. Jean gasps and pulls Armin away from there. “Jean! Hey!” Armin whisper shouts and Jean let’s go of Armins shirt. “Guys! Get in here before you get caught!” Connie calls them back to bed and they enter with a shocked Jean. “Connie. You know that woman’s voice we heard earlier from Captain Levi’s room?” Jean asks him and Connie nods. “A woman’s voice? Captain Levi? What are you talking about?” Reiner asks and Jean looks up at Connie. “It was Captain Y/n.” He says and holds his head. Connie’s eyes widen and then starts laughing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jean. Captain Y/n’s voice doesn’t sound like that!” Connie remarks. “But it was her!” Jean suddenly says. “Armin and I just saw the two of them having tea together in the Hall. And her neck was covered in hickeys as well as his!” Jean continues and Connie whistles. “Whoa. Captain Levi and Captain Y/n. Goddamn.” Connie didn’t even seem the least bit concerned that it was hers. The boys continued to talk about it while Jean covered his face as he sat on the bed.

The worst part was that the next day, he had training with Captain Y/n. How the hell was he going to concentrate?

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🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[angelthebedsheet]

If you’re ok with it, could you do Hawks, Todoroki, Shinsou, Bakugo and Kaminari with a black support engineer s/o with big curly hair and stretched ears? Maybe she wears gauges with their hero theme? Just some cute fluff!

a/n: oooooh bitch okayyyyy!! i like that! hawks my lil bird bitch ✋🏽🥺

your quirk! super brain.

what is it? you have the ability to memorize things easily, piece complex puzzles together, make great strategies. you essentially are a megamind. you are incredibly smart invention-wise. you are skilled in support hero work so you are one of the go to’s for hero modifications, suits and basic designs.

hero name? hakim: the tinker hero

why the name hakim? from what i searched up it has arabic and african significance and it’s one of the 99 names based on the attributes of Allah. the two famous bearers of this name were hakim ajmal khan, the india physician and hakim muhammad saeed, a pakistani medical researcher. if i got any of this wrong please message me so i can fix this! i want to stay as respectful as possible as i love to include names that hold a message!

i might have to split this into two parts bc this gets long!! i just assumed reader is fem presenting bc you can use feminine pronouns and not be a girl like me. also disclaimer i only take 4 characters at a time per request but i dont think at the time of this request i had finalized my requirements in my masterlist so IMMA LET IT SLIDE. sorry this is late as SHIT. lets get it!

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Hawks

okay we all know he’s a lil shit

and we all know how he be

you are working on your next commission piece in your studio when your window opens

you can only sigh

“what happened kei.”

“now birdie dont get mad now okay”

“what did you do.”

“i may have.... broke my visor and destroyed my jacket?”

how the fuck do you do that.

“what.”

“ahahah...”

boot to the face

when you two were first dating

which was back in hs

you helped him figure out how his hero costume would be along with how they would sit comfortably on his wings

i mean i love the idea of you roasting him while measuring him

“where’s your fuckin DRIP kei.”

“y/n PLEASE. i came here to get a new costume not get slandered”

“well you jus gon have to deal with it sugar, especially when you look like a mess.”

he had definitely bought you so many gauges that have little red feathers hanging from it

or simply his initials hanging from it to the point where you just wear one of his feathers around your neck

marking his territory and making sure you are safe

protective and trendy!

i hc that he has alot of bird like tendencies so you probably have to stop him from stealing the lil shiny things you have

your nuts and bolts allat

“keigo put my bolt down”

“but its so SHINY”

“NO.”

cue keigo’s WHINING

sometimes he just sits on his stool you put for him and play with your ears

like he’ll stare at them and ask you questions

“do they hurt?”

“kei im trying to focus”

“like they’re all stretched how long did they take?”

or he’ll bounce your curls

you’re just polishing a piece of hero gear

here comes kei silently sitting on his stool and gently grabbing a strand of your hair

pulling it down then you hear a quiet

“boing”

i hc that kei has adhd, has lil tic and has to fidget

(can you tell i self project onto majority of them)

(i mean hawks’ quirk must be IMMACULATE for fidgeting 😫👌🏽👌🏽)

(its dead his fault why i have a pretty bird tic)

and one day

“kei baby, here.” you said as you handed him a box. he cocked his head slightly as he looked at it. “what is this, dove?” he asked as he took the box. “well, i made you something to help with your fidgets.” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. his wings puffed out as he smiled. he opened the box and gasped. you watched as his eyes brightened while he took out the keychain fidget toy. it has multiple sides to it. metal rings connected by two hoops, red, white and beige plastic bangs that were at the ends with two small red feathers at the chains. you watched as he bit his lips and tried not to cause a big reaction. “do you like it, pretty bird?” you asked. he nodded and pulled you into a hug. “thank you so much, baby.” he said into your shoulder. “and you can hook it onto your pants. cute, right?” you said as you gently rubbed his back. “yep, i’m cuddling the fuck outta you. lets go.” he said as he let you go and sweeped you up into his arms. you squealed with a giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran to the bedroom.

Todoroki Shouto

yall are in hs okay no time skips lmao

todoroki loves EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

i mean he has so many sneaky pics of you working on your projects

oil on the cheek, gloves, goggles

straight up working in your zone

he will post on his story sometimes like

“look at my s/o”

“they’re working hard”

dry ass cute shit yk?

he carries scrunchies and glass cleaners 24/7

you take your projects on the go so he’ll just take out a scrunchie and neatly pull them curls back into a pineapple

my mans lowkey was struggling at first bc DAMN

CURLS BE FIGHTIN HIM

love the idea of todoroki watching youtube tutorials bc he’s TIRED of getting his ass BEAT by them

he kinda gets a lil grossed out when you take out your gauges and your earlobe kinda just dangles

like earrings in? cool asf

them out? my mans fold like a lawn chair. he looks away or makes a stink face

“are they in?”

“yes they’re in you lil baby. you can try attempted murder but you can’t look at stretched earlobes?”

“shut UP”

he does internally swoon when you put in gauges that match his hair colour

like you love him that much? okay i see

he’s amazed by how you work

sometimes he’ll just stand behind you like a lil sibling in the door way

“mom said it’s my turn on the xbox.”

(not at how me and todoroki are both the youngest siblings)

when you saw his first hero costume you busted out LAUGHING

that day you roasted todoroki to the point where he left

“janitor looking ass. my nigga where you goin? a space adventure? scary ass.”

“😐 are you done.”

“space jam headass, lookin like a g.i joe action figure. terminator lookin ass.”

“alright im leaving”

“no wait come back andjajdjsba”

i hc that todoroki has panic and anxiety attacks and things like that

so you made him a little sumn sumn for his anxiety

“candy, look here for a second?” you called out, making todoroki hum and look up from his notebook. “what happened?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. “made you something.” you said as you handed him a small box. his eyes light up as he gently took the box. “really? are you sure?” he questioned. you only nodded with a smile as you placed your pencil behind your ear. you watched as he carefully opened the box. he pulled out a tan clicker toy and smiled confused. “what’s this, bub?” he questioned as he placed the box down. “a fidget toy i made for you that can help with your anxiety. it can help ground you when you feel overwhelmed? hopefully? oh! it also has a music box feature.” you said as you pointed at the back of the toy. he silently turned the toy around and you leaned over and pressed a button that played a music box version of a pearl by mitski. you watched as his shoulders loosened up at the sound of his favorite song. he placed the toy down while he tried to hold his smile back. he sighed and smiled widely. “thank you, i love it, bubba.” he said sweetly. “i’m glad you like it.” you whispered. “may i kiss you?” he asked. you simply nodded before he gently cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. you pulled him into a hug.

[hyenahunt]

Jun Sazanami - 5* Feature Scout: Traversing the Wilds, Towards the Horizon - 1

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Autumn

Characters: Jun, Ibara, Mika, Tomoya

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: (In that case, then when you take me as an individual, as just Jun Sazanami, what kind of idol am I? What do people want from me...?)

[Location: CosPro Office]

Jun: Hey Ibara, good work today. I heard you've got news about my personalised outfit~?

Ibara: That would be correct. I called you here today to discuss this outfit of yours and give you an overview.

Jun: Huh, I thought Anzu-san handled both yours and Ohii-san's personalised outfits...

But since you're the one who hit me up, I'm guessing you're gonna be taking care of things for me as usual?

Ibara: No. I am only in charge of managing Eden's schedule, and simply have yet to negotiate an appropriate meeting time with Anzu-san.

To start things off, I thought I'd let you review the concepts I came up with as a lead-in for our meeting.

Jun: Oh hey, thanks for the thought. Let's see now...

Ugh. The hell's this? It's all white with feathers and frills... Isn't this kinda... fluffy?

Meanwhile this one's got skin showing everywhere through all the rips and tears in it, and it's even covered with chains and skulls?

Ibara: These concepts, you see, are essentially a feminine design based on Eve's image, and one more representative of Lilith.

If they aren't quite to your liking, however, how do you find this one?

Jun: Goddamn! Isn't this literally a Jin Sagami outfit!? No way in hell!

Wait a sec. Ibara, you've just been trolling me this whole time, haven't you~?

Ibara: Ahahaha ☆ You've found me out. Well, all this is just a starting point...

Whether for the briefing session or whether to hear your thoughts, I only thought it'd be best to narrow down your choices a little.

I mean, you don't have much of a personality of your own, do you, Jun? Unless you do have some sort of ideal outfit in mind?

Jun: C'mon, ES just has way too many idols with colourful personalities. As if I'd have any idea for one, though...

Ibara: Well, if you don't have anything in mind, it would be no trouble if you left it to me.

I assure you I'll come up with something guaranteed to be a commercial success... ☆

Jun: ...Nah, I'm good. Hearing that kinda rubs me the wrong way, so I'm gonna try thinking on my own a lil'.

... or well, that's what I told him, but what exactly is Jun Sazanami-core, anyway~?

(When doing activities under a unit's name, like Eden, Eve, and Lilith... you're gonna end up influenced by it in some way.)

(In that case, then when you take me as an individual, as just Jun Sazanami, what kind of idol am I? What do people want from me...?)

('ve never really thought too deeply about it... I just threw myself headlong into my quest to become an idol, and kept going at it even after becoming one.)

I didn't think it'd be something I've still got no answer to, even after coming this far...

Guess maybe this is what Ibara means when he says I've "repressed practically all my individuality aside from my strange level of politeness", huh~?

Tomoya: Um, Sazanami-senpai? Is something on your mind?

Mika: Yeah, you've been mumblin' 'bout somethin' with yer chopsticks in hand for some time now. You've barely touched yer food, Jun-kun...

Jun: Mashiro-kun, Kagehira-san?

Sorry to worry you guys. The thing is, I'm currently racking my brains over my "personalised outfit".

Mika: So ya mean it's yer turn for a personalised outfit, huh? I'm real lookin' forward to how yours'll turn out~

Jun: Haha. I appreciate the sentiment, but it feels like I've already hit a brick wall right off the bat. Embarrassing, I know...

Tomoya: I totally get how stuck you're feeling. I had to think super hard about what kind of outfit would be the most "me".

Mika: Same here. When I was asked what sorta stuff suits me, my head just went plumb empty an' I couldn't think of a thing.

Jun: So you were both stuck on it just like me, huh? I feel a lil' better hearing that, somehow.

Since you guys were in the same boat as me, I wanna ask you something. What kinda image do you have of me?

Tomoya: Your image, huh.... Since you're part of Eden, one of the Big Three, I thought you were kinda scary at first, but...

But you always say hi when we run into each other in the dorms and we starred in Bogie Time together, so now I think of you as a really nice guy, who's kind and polite. ♪

Mika: Nngah~ I'm with Tomoya-kun here. Ya turned out to be real nice once I talked to you, an' now I'm a fan of yers, Jun-kun.

Jun: Haha. So you mean there's a gap between my first impression versus how I actually am—and it's one for the better, huh?

When it comes to my conduct around colleagues, I try to make up for how chaotic Ohii-san is by putting on my best manners...

And since Reimei Academy was a place hell-bent on hierarchy, that part's been completely ingrained in me.

Tomoya: Hell-bent on hierarchy... What was your school life like, Sazanami-senpai?

Jun: Hmm, well, you wouldn't find it all that interesting even if I told you. Up 'til I met Ohii-san, I was pretty much just a face in the crowd. Nothing more than one of many slaves, really.

I sucked at kissing up to those above me, so the Special Students never threw me a bone. I even had to do part-time jobs, y'know?

Mika: Part-time!? Ya mean a guy from Eden had to do part-time work?

Jun: Well, back then, I was a nobody.

Working as a clerk in a convenience store, a civil labourer, a mover-for-hire... I did all sorts of stuff. Brings back memories~

While I was living that life, I told myself that I'd definitely claw my way up. That there'd be no point to my life if I couldn't become an idol...

Would I sound cool if I told you that's the drive that kept me going back then~?

Tomoya: Were you holding on to those feelings the whole time you were in Reimei Academy?

Jun: Ah~... Huh, I wonder?

I'd been drilled in how to become an idol since I was a kid, so maybe school wasn't exactly the starting point...

Mika: Ngah~ But yanno, if you have such strong feelings about it, maybe you could try to work 'em into yer outfit.

Jun: So I should work those strong feelings from my past into my outfit...

(Would expressing that paint an accurate picture of me...?)

Hmm...? Sorry, looks like Ohii-san's calling me.

Hiyori: "Jun-kun, Jun-kun! Where are you right now?"

"I'm in the practice room, just so you know, and I'd like you to hurry over and see me... ♪"

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[jazzypizzaz]

ok made it to the blah blah "who run the world GIRLS wooo!" chapter. I'm attempting to piece together 9A's approach to gender, as it related to Mycroft, terra ignota society, and our own society...

(related side note, but the first third of the book I was really put off by 9A's voice or personality or whatever. the colloquialisms and more casual tone and excitability and naivety, to the point where I was overjoyed to read Mycroft's grandiloquose hallucinated adventure kljdfsklj, never thought I'd be so happy to have an unreliable serial murder narrator high on his own philosophical bullshit back. but 9A really rubbed me the wrong way. and then I was poking around reading vague spoilers on blogs (oops), heard that they are female and likely quite young and was like??? NO IDEA why but I was convinced that TWTB established they're a middle-aged guy!!! and this entirely changed my perception of them, in a way it never did for any of Mycroft's gender nonsense. why are they more likable young & female than older & male? is this my own bias, that relatability is reserved only for people similar to me?? what the fuck. I thought I was done being surprised by this series' genderfuckery but damn. that was an effective reveal in making me uncomfortable with my own assumptions and reactions)

what 9A says that reveals their perception of gender:

--"all masculine in mind and genitalia"

--"who didn't have a butch suit and a dick"

--"not a dick among us"

--"artificial creatures, stiff and male and defined by their penises"

--"ten world-shapers who would answer to the title 'woman'"

So this all reveals how 9A is obsessed with genitalia. Mycroft had all his esoteric gender perceptions based on Madame's antiquated 18th century cosplay BUT this was separate from bodies. with 9A -- masculine in mind *AND* dick. it's gotta be both for her to determine gender.

and the last quote, she's assuming those ten identify themselves as woman, but how would she know that? I'd bet she's assuming based solely on whether she thinks they have a dick!!!  it's funny that she lists among those Papadelias and Martin, who I'm fairly certain answer solely to the respective titles of "police-gender" and "Mason-gender" kljdfsklj.

anyway after all the dick talk THEN she says this:

--"shall we broaden further? All the splendid spectrum of minds and bodies outside what your closed-minded Eighteenth Century would have called its straight and narrow 'masculine'"

before listing Carlyle (trans woman), Eureka (as set-set divorced from perceptions of body, expressions of physicality), Lorelei (? women-coded as a Cousin, but I thiiiink they established secondary sex characteristics coded as male at some point?), Sniper (Sniper), Dominic (trans guy), Cato-Helen (presumably 9A perceives Cato as male but the HELEN aspect makes him female too? or like Mycroft she sees Utopia as a gender unto itself fkljdfs. edit: oh his asexuality I guess??? hm.)

so I saw some people assuming that this means Carlyle is a cis woman (and there's good evidence regardless of her body that she actively identifies as a woman, although there's still ambiguity on that part I think) -- grouping her with Dominic is certainly confusing! -- but judging by the whole of the list, 9A is listing what she perceives as not "straight and narrow masculine" ie they are not "masculine in both mind AND body" ie I think it's safe to assume that Carlyle is probably still a trans woman, or at least both has a dick and is a Cousin and would cosplay at Madame's in antiquated female costume lmao.

I'm actually really impressed with this chapter on Palmer's part, as a way to make the reader confront their own assumptions about gender and make them/me uncomfortable about it -- I definitely perked up when I noticed that it was 9A, cultivated-femininity Danae, and Lesley with baby all having this big important negotiation! It was an obvious shift from the overwhelming & frankly tiresome male-or-assumed-male characters with power who have been dominating up until now.   9A also has a perception of gender that is recognizable to a modern audience, unlike Mycroft.

BUT THEN 9A's glorious ramble about its importance and especially the way she projects gender on characters that never discuss/perform it and goes all female empowerment girlboss that-scene-from-the-Avengers and how she essentializes genitalia / physical characteristics IMMEDIATELY TURNS ME OFF. like honestly for all of Mycroft's batshit brainrot, at least his gendering is esoteric and foreign enough to be amusing, instead of worryingly transphobic. Makes you think. as much as I was tired of patriarchy and the majority of powerful characters coded as male, that doesn't mean I want world leader's genitalia to be celebrated. that's fucking weird. I want it to not matter at all.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

How would the guys handle a “girly girl” S/O? Either poly or individual is fine with me. Thanks!

"How would the boys act with a S/O who is a girly girl? Could they handle that?" -anon

I've said this once and I'll say it again!!! I don't think the boys have a type!! So if you're a girly girl?? Totally won't care. Here you go!! (Made this poly btw)

Poly!Lost Boys x Girly Girl S/O

The boys had spotted you on the boardwalk. Pastels, teased hair, manicured nails, and expertly done makeup to match. You were a prim little girly girl, and their complete opposite. For some reason, that only drew them to you

At first, they just wanted to mess with you. "Piss off the princess" as David had some eloquently put. And it was fun. So fun, actually. They flirted with you, of course, but David made sure to play with your hair, putting a strand out of place. He stroked your cheek, his gaze making you flustered as you tried your best to keep up with them. You could've sworn a second ago you had been surrounded by your friends, but they were nowhere to be found now. Marko had leaned in close, a wide smile on his face as he asked what perfume you used and blatantly took a whiff. You had squirmed at his closeness, and tried to give him a reply. He'd hummed, telling you that he liked it with a grin that made the compliment seem far too suggestive (even if it wasn't). Paul took your distraction as an opportunity to play with the edge of your skirt. You yelped and bat his hands away, but he was already leaning down. He whispered in your ear, "Nice heels. Though, I'm surprised your feet don't hurt. Maybe you wanna spend some time off them?" He flirted. Dwayne was the only one that didn't tease you as ruthlessly as the others, and he caught you before the blonde terror twins could make you trip backwards. You had pressed your back right up against his chest, and quickly looked up to see the handsome brunette. It was all a little much for you, the onslaught of teasing and flirting, and you had flushed bright red. Dwayne rubbed his knuckle against your cheek, quietly asking, "What's wrong, princess?" And that had been the final straw. You had broken away from the four, stomping off as you cursed the boys and their antics. They had jeered, calling for you and asking you to come back

They bothered you every night after that, and eventually they weren't such an unwelcome sight. Really...they could be quite charming when they wanted to be. Despite the warnings you'd recieved about "boys like them", you ended up dating them. All four of them.

Marko low-key likes that you're extremely girly. It makes him look more tough whenever you stand besides him, and he's definitely willing to fight anyone who bothers you. Marko would interlock his arm with yours, and ask you questions about the things you liked (even if they were things he had no interest in). He would even talk to you about makeup and fashion, and just saw your style as your own personal self-expression. He liked to hang out in your room and play with all the stuff you had on your walls. He's not big on wearing makeup himself, but he likes to watch you put it on. He'll hover just a little bit out of the sight of the mirror, tilting his head to the side as you focus on applying your eyeshadow and eyeliner. He likes to watch you make yourself "look pretty" and will argue that, "You're always pretty". He always smiles when you ask him what color you should use, and he grins a little bit more at the boardwalk that night. Will watch "girly" movies and shows with you, and actually likes some of them. Will even listen to some "girly" music with you. Likes to listen to gossip, and totally knows all the names of your friends. Is one of the only boys that can tolerate your friends. Will still tease you from time to time about how girly you are, but he never means it in a bad way. Was totally ko-ed that one time you were chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble while talking to him. Won't explain why, but he just thinks it was really hot. The two of you went into an alleyway, and he was the one chewing gum when you left.

Paul had been completely devastated when he heard that your favorite singers were Cyndi Lauper and Madonna, and had tried to convince you to come back to the cave with them just so he could show you some "real music". You had denied, as you were hesitant about getting on one of their death machines. Especially Paul's. The first time he had you listen to metal, you had just said, "this sounds very angry" and you swore that Paul looked like he was about to cry. Literally conditions you to like it, but will mostly put on soft rock/ballads as a "compromise". He listens to some of your music as well, and one time you caught him humming "Physical" by Olivia Newton John afterwards. He's the most willing to let you put some make-up on him, but only something that "rockstars" would wear. You end up finding out that Paul looks really good with some eyeliner. Let's you paint his nails, but the boy can barely sit still long enough for you to do one coat. And trying to wait for it to dry? Forget it. He even likes the painted nails, but, again, he cannot sit still. Paul loves the fact that you mostly wear skirts. Whistles every time he sees you, and is definitely the type to try to sneak his hands under your skirt to try to cop a feel. If you sit on his lap, his hand is going straight to your legs. You gotta hold them so he won't try anything. Likes to pick out your outfits, even if he usually aims to make it as skimpy as possible and most of his choices get vetoed.

Dwayne is the nicest to you, and he treats you like a little princess. He always tells you that you look pretty, and would let you talk about whatever you wanted. He just likes hearing you talk, even if he has no idea what you're saying. Listens to you talk so much that he starts to pick up some of your slang. In his deep voice, he just says, "That was totally bogus". Type to hold open doors for you and treat you like a lady, even if the others make fun of him for it. He's your giant bodyguard, and he basically makes sure no one tries to take advantage of you based on how non-intimidating you look. The type to buy steal you whatever you want, and may spoil you a bit. If you like a certain piece of jewelry, he's giving you it the next night. He was the one that helped you pick out your earrings when you and them decided to become more official. Let's you braid and brush his hair, but he never wears it out of the cave. If you wear sneakers one night, he'll tie your shoelaces for you so you don't have to bend down in your skirt. Low-key has a kink for when you put on lip-gloss. He just likes watching you apply it, and will pull you into a kiss as soon as your done. It's one of the rare instances where he'll do PDA, so you let it slide that when he pulls back and half of your lip gloss is on his lips instead. He just comments, "Bubblegum." And acts like nothing happened. You mostly want to ride with him because he's the safest, and he always helps you on/off of his bike

David could be a perfect gentleman at times, when he wasn't being an ass. He teases you the most out of all the boys. He likes how feminine you are, mainly because it makes him feel more manly and tough. His all black coat and punk/metal look really constrasts with your feminine style, and he loves watching how beach go-ers immediately back down when you tell them that he's your boyfriend. Yeah, they weren't expecting that. He enjoys pushing your boundaries and testing your knowledge on things outside the mainstream. He will even suggest books and movies to you, but it wasn't until you started dating that he actually got you to listen to him. This was mainly by literally giving you his copies or watching them with you at the cave. You two mainly have conversations about those things, or about the things going on in your life. He's really not the type to be interested in girly things, so rip- Loves and almost insists on having you ride with him, mainly because he loves the way you have to hike up your skirt and how tightly you grip onto him. Definitely teases you by calling you "little girl" along with his usual "kitten" and "sweetheart". Likes that you're a girly girl a little bit too much, especially the fact that you get your nails done. You scratched your nails down his back one (1) time in bed, and he had to keep himself from vamping out and biting you in retaliation. Likes to joke about how he and the boys are "corrupting" you, but secretly thinks it's kind of hot

The boys all call you "barbie" and it's a running joke in your relationship. If you ever start to annoy them, they'll say, "Okay, Barbie"

One of the boys favorite things is picking you up from the mall or the boardwalk when you're with all your friends. They live for the looks your friends give them, whether they're judging your choices or giggling at how cute they are. One of your friends comments about you not possibly being able to date all of them long term, and the boys roll their eyes. David just replies, "Long term is exactly what we had in mind", and ends up telling you about their vampirism soon after. It was a bit of a shock, but after some time to adjust they were able to convince you it wasn't as bad as you thought. But they knew convincing you to change would be a whole other battle...

Overall, none of the boys really mind that you're girly, but they'll definitely tease you for it

[m4gp13]

For those of you who made it through my laughably incoherent ethabaster think piece, here’s some hc’s, you’ve earned them:

- Ethan has sole possession of their one shared brain cell. Alabaster is not allowed to even look at it. This is because they used to have two but Al broke the good one trying to blow up something (probably Percy).

- If Al finds out Ethan left without some form of magical protection i.e. a sigil, a crystal, ground eggshells, he will be pretty much vibrating with nerves until Ethan gets back so he can give him a once-over.

- Alabaster’s from a very witchy family who all worship Hecate for many reasons that differ depending on which estranged relative you ask and they all kinda saw Al as the first coming of witch Christ so he had a lot of expectations at a very young age.

- Ethan knows this and tries to lift as much Titan army business off his shoulders as possible.

- He accidentally lifts too much off to the point where he is drowning in work and is now the one in need of saving. But does he tell anyone that if he looks at one more stack of demands from his mile long list of bosses he’s going to cry for five hours? Of course not don’t be ridiculous.

- Alabaster immediately hated Percy as soon as he heard the guys name but due to the arena stuff and telling Thalia not to k*ll him Ethan actually held a bit of respect for Percy which annoyed Al to no end.

-This was until the not-so-peaceful peace talk in tlo when Percy starts shit talking Nemesis and Ethan just internally goes “actually the witch bitch was right this guy sucks ass”

-However, under no circumstances will Ethan ever tell this to Alabaster; not because he values his pride (he has none) but because he knows the life of a demigod is short and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his very short one hearing Al rub that one thing in his face for every single second of it.

- And I mean Every. Single. Second.

- So yeah he takes that to the grave and doesn’t even tell anyone in the underworld in case they tell Al when he dies and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his afterlife with Al being a dumbass. (also yes Ethan got into Elysium, fuck you)

- (Actually I have another idea about where Ethan went post-life but that’s so far from canon it’s more of an AU than a headcanon so we’re gonna leave that out for now)

- Al thought he was the one in charge of the Hecate kids because he was the most powerful and the highest ranking in the army but he was Not. That was Ethan. The Hecate kids thought Ethan was their unofficial adopted baby brother but little did they know he was the mum the whole time.

- Ethan is the only thing standing between them and starving to death. He also does the younger kids hair and gives everyone with long hair super intricate braids that stay out of their faces during “field work”. Al thinks this is more of him trying to take the weight off his shoulders but Ethan knows that if he doesn’t do this shit no one will so he kinda has to. Not that he doesn’t like doing it. being helpful is his love language.

 - Because of their powers over the mist the Hecate kids of the army were notorious pranksters who were usually at war with the Hermes kids (wars usually declared by Al because he rolled a zero on self restraint) but none of them prank Ethan because “nooooo you can’t do him he babey 🥺”

- Ethan has simply decided that what the magic prank wizards don’t know can’t hurt them and just turns to his blind side whenever he sees them sneaking off the ship to get Micky D’s in the middle of the night to stay on their good sides.

- Speaking of the ship, Ethan thinks it’s the dumbest thing in the world that one of their most powerful demigod enemies is the son of a sea god and he actually has a pretty decent relationship with said sea god and their main base of operations aside from mt Othrys is a fucking BOAT. He tells Al all about his worries for the ship and while Al assures him that nothing that bad could happen he always makes sure that the ship always has the least amount of demigods on board at all times just in case.

- It takes all the strength Ethan has not to yell “TOLD YOU SO” at him when the ship blows up.

- Al probably either wears basic white boy clothes or typical witchy stuff (like moons and shit) depending his mood meanwhile Ethan found out about leather and just goes for it.  

- Every grunge/punk/emo/eboy/teachwear bitch aspires to be him and because he aint about all that “gender roles” bs he definitely goes about wearing cool egirl stuff too. Not just slightly feminine shaped jumpers but all the plaid skirts, fishnets and lace trimmed dresses he can steal afford and Al, despite his more basic fashion taste is here for it. You’ve never seen someone more supportive of their pals fits, get you a hypeman like Al. You deserve it. (Ethan is also not afraid to walk around in a full pastel gamer girl fit)

- (Also Al hyping up one Ethans fits in front of a Titan is the reason they were allowed to start wearing army fatigues instead of the whole ancient Greek armour on occasion)

- Ethan appreciates Al’s enthusiasm but he also kinda doesn’t get it. And he definitely doesn't do that “yeah you’re right I DO look good” thing because he just doesn’t know how. He’d always been a little self-conscious about getting a big head but then he found out about Nemesis and hubris and all that fun stuff, looked at his meager pile of self worth and said “ yep, this has to go”

- Al almost starts crying when he finds out and pretty much makes it mission to be such a good hype man that Ethan has no choice but to think of himself as a Pretty Cool Dude via absorbing the hype through diffusion. It kinda starts working but then Ethan [REDACTED] in tlo so we’ll never know what could’ve been.

- To nick a hc from someone ( hi @chromarozee-spam) contrary to his taste in clothes Ethan does ballet (he was a punk AND did ballet, what more can I say?) and while Al tries to support his hobbies he is genuinely afraid both for and of him. “For” because “holy fuck that looks painful are you okay?”. And “of” because “are you sure those are bones inside you because I don’t think bones are supposed do that?!”.

- Ethan tries to assure him that no his spine is not made of rubber, broken bones or otherworldly materials so can he stop bothering him during practice please?

- This does not stop Al from making a million protection wards and constantly asking his deck if Ethan is indeed a Being of this Good Green Earth.

- Eventually his cards pretty much just tell him that he is friends with one bendy heck of a boi and he needs to fucking get over it so he kinda just,, ,,,,, , does.

- Again with the hc thieving (this time from @altorringtons) Al learning to use a two-handed broadsword so he can guard Ethan’s blind side and back in a fight *soft noises* just them trying so hard to keep each other alive because they love each other and they care about each other!

- They also sleep in the same bed whenever they get the chance (fully clothed ya nasties, they’re kids) and they just hug each other soooo tight because they just need to know they’re alright cos they always get pretty banged up in fights against campers or just monsters that are too much like wild animals to recruit. (What? Me? Projecting my desire to be intimately held by the closest person I have to family with their arms wrapped not tight enough to make me uncomfortable but tight enough to make me feel loved? Never! What on earth are you talking about?)

- Because Al is super stubborn and prideful whenever they have an argument Al can’t really bring himself to say he’s sorry so when he’s ready to apologise he just climbs into bed on Ethan’s blind side and cuddles him because he knows Ethan is super worried about getting attacked on his blind side so it’s like he has a guard or a shield.

- Ethan on the other hand just calls him a Rock Boy in a derogatory way until he gets over himself and apologizes but he really does love the fact that Al knows that about him and accommodates that.

- The thing they fight about most is how “heroic” the titan army is. Kronos’ brainwashing worked on Al like a charm and he fully believes that they are the rebellion and camp is the empire. Ethan on the other hand wasn’t at camp long enough for Kronos or Luke to really do anything but it doesn’t matter because Ethan really doesn’t give a shit if he’s on the “evil side” cos he just wants respect and he’s willing to do what it takes without a second thought of how people see him. If he thinks he’s doing the right thing but on the wrong side he can live with that but Al needs to feel like all of his side is on the moral high ground because that’s what Kronos drilled into his brain.

- Ethan knows that Al delusional when it comes to the non-existent heroics of the army but eventually he just decides to let Al believe the titans lies because that’s easier for him even if it hurts Ethan to see him being manipulated like that.

- Due to Ethan not giving a shit on the humanity of his bosses he gets punished a lot more often and a lot more violently than Al because they know that Ethan already knows they don’t care about him so they don’t have to sugar coat him but Al still believes that they’re heroes and his mindset needs to stay like that to keep him obedient.

- Also because I am  a Cruel Person By Nature I hc Ethan’s mortal family (which usually just consists of his dad) as meeting a not very pg13 end at the hands of a monster who wanted to nible on Ethan a tad which pretty much scarred him for life.

- SO, at the end of the battle of Man Hats Are In when Al looks around and sees that his whole family (that joined the titans) are dead! oh no! How sad! At least he knows someone whose been through the same thing so they understand each other and can help each other through this tough time together right? SIKE!

- so yeah Al learns Ethan d-worded in the worst possible way at the worst possible time and just looses it from grief. Loosing his family was bad enough but finding out he lost the one person he thought he would be able to confide in and heal with immediately after just really rubs salt in the wound.

- When the survivors start re-grouping to find someplace to hide until the gods forget about them Al just wanders off because it’s all he can do to not break down on the spot.

- He’s just wandering in a daze for a while and most people just assume he’s high but he snaps out of it and gets into anger mode when Lamia starts attacking him because he finally has something to do and occupy himself with even though it’s hard not to think about his sibling especially when Lamia keeps talking like they never would have died if she’d been in charge which is why she should totally just kill him and lead their siblings instead.

- His desire to have something to keep his mind off his family and Ethan is the first thing he thinks about when Claymore re-alives and immediately starts talking about doing research (yeah because that’s what you need after a long stressful day of fighting monsters and literally dying).

- Ethan keeps trying to cross the veil and help, even if he just sends Al a pleasant dream to help him sleep but contrary to what you might think from the name, the veil is really hard to cross so Ethan just has to bite his nails and watch his friend suffer.

- It gets easier to watch after Al and Claymore pretty much adopt each other because at least he has someone but they do still get into pretty scary situations.

- When they were both premortem they got paired up for a lot of missions for the titan army and they usually just tried to pretend they were on a fun road trip around America when they could and make fun of mortal shit together.

- At one point they were in a motel and the last people accidentally left behind one of Claymore’s books about death and they found it the funniest thing ever. Between a pair of in which one of their mum’s regularly goes to the underworld and one has been there himself they find mortal ideas of the afterlife to be very amusing.

- Alabaster has decided he would not like to share this with the class (Claymore) thank you very much.

- Also when they’re doing their road tripping Ethan knows all the best places to crash, the cheapest food places and the local gangs don’t bother them because between running away from camp and joining the army he just wandered around a lot.

- Like he’d just hop on a random train, take a nap and figure it out when he wakes up; he made a lot of friends this way too as well as his taste in clothes cos he didn’t have a lot of money so he’d just DIY some second hand punk shit. Al thinks he’s the Gandalf of the demigod world because he just knows everyone who might help them and everywhere they could spend the night. He definitely tells his siblings about Ethan being the closest thing they have to a wandering wizard and they fucking love it.

- Also because Nemesis tends to not have a lot of kids Ethan was the only one of hers in the army and Al felt really bad for him because his sibling were his favourite part about the army so he tried to include Ethan in as much as possible with his siblings.

- As an unexpected result Ethan ended up with a small army of super powered children to sick on the people who keep making jabs about him loosing in the arena battle.

- Al sometimes thinks he’s given him too much power but also he will fuck a bitch up if they make fun of his pals so he sees where his siblings are coming from and yeah those bitches had it coming. He also has a copy of bitchcraft.

- Ethan’s dad was the type to play “Stay With Me” by Miki Matsubara on repeat for hours and Ethan would probably enjoy the song but he’s heard it so often that now it makes his ears bleed and Al sometimes tortures him with for fun until Ethan starts throwing shit.

- To steal another hc from @chromarozee-spam Ethan has a thing for cats and one time Al accidentally gave himself mistform cat-ears and Ethan could not stop touching them. Ethan was just craning his head back uncontrollably grinning so much his face hurt. Al can’t bring himself to be upset because Ethan rarely ever smiles since he joined the army.

- Al saw Ethan crying over one of those video’s where people put their hoodies on backwards and put their cat in the hood so he made a mist cat and bought him a hoodie. Ethan of course started crying again but it was happy tears instead.

- Ethan is fucking tiny while Al is almost a foot taller than him. He wouldn’t mind so much if Al didn’t exhaust every opportunity to rub it in his face so he just starts climbing all over shit (especially tall buildings) half to give Al heart attacks and half so he can be like “Sorry? What was that? I’m so high up I can’t hear you. Can you speak up a little? Maybe get a ladder? Or taller?”

- Also I don’t know why but I hc Al as Texan. Ethan gets told about this “Alabaster C. Torrington” guy who knows latin, incantations and other magical knowledge and expects some fancy British guy so when they meet and Al speaks Ethan gets whiplash so hard he fuckin chokes.

- Al is also very casual and Ethan is pretty professional so when he meets this magic general with a straight back and the first thing that comes out of this assholes mouth is some “Howdy y’all!!” bullshit he just dies on the spot.

- Also because Al is texan he is very sensitive to the cold (I’m about 80% sure that Texas is one of the Warm states) so when he has to do stuff in cold places like the labyrinth or new york (idk about that one to but in every film I’ve seen that’s set in NY it’s raining for about 90% of the time) he complains about being freezing all the time until Ethan helpfully reminds him that he can literally make fire out of nothing, surely he can find a way to warm himself up.

- Ethan is also sensitive to the cold because he’s basically malnourished but he’s been like that for a while and thinks it’s normal so he sucks it up until Al notices he’s always cold. Ethan tells him it’s fine but Al is basically a walking electric blanket so whenever Al cuddles him to keep him warm Ethan can’t help but melt because he’s so fucking warm and soft and have you noticed I crave intimacy?

- Ethan started studying Greek myths vigorously since he found out he was a demigod and when he died he kept an eye and an ear out for Al because even though he wouldn’t be able to do anything it still reassures him to know what’s going on, HOWEVER, he was almost filled with enough malice to rip through the barrier between the living and the dead purely to beat an ass when he hears Al’s little “I don’t bother reading about worthless monsters like you!” jab.

- Ethan is very jumpy and fidgety to the point where Al is genuinely concerned and while Ethan assures Al that nothing’s wrong Al is still suspicious. Ethan probably would have told Al about it if it was because of anything but Kronos but seeing that it mostly is, he doesn’t because Ethan feels like Al will just take Kronos’ word over his and he’ll loose the only person he trusts in the army.

- Al doesn’t find out about it until way after the war when Kronos’ brainwashing starts to come undone because by then his mindset is a lot less biased in the titans favour so he can see things that he just unconsciously ignored before and is able to put two and two together. When he does boy is it a trip.

- Ethan is really bad at talking about feelings and stuff so whenever Al gets upset over something and Ethan has no idea how to talk to him he’ll just get him some rocks. One time Ethan found out about those heart shaped valentine boxes that are normally filled with chocolates but people put crystals in them and that just became his go-to for when Al was especially upset. 

- Al is only slightly better at talking about stuff but he can still get Ethan to open up to him which is good because Ethan isn’t very materialistic so it’s hard to make him feel better by buying him things and because someone needs to get Ethan to express himself in an emotionally healthy way.

- Also because of this they just can’t tell each other they love each other. Like they’ll barely whisper it when the other is asleep because they’re just so bad at talking about feelings. It wasn’t that much of an issue until after the war and Ethan gets k-worded and Al is left alone and sobbing over all the times he never told his loved ones how much they meant to him.

- But because this is a headcanon list; fuck that, Al saved Ethan with some sort of magic bullshit and they talk about how much they love each other all the time now because they can’t stand the thought of one of them dying having never been told how much they are loved.

[babylooneytoonz]

Warning(s): Are they back to bickering again? Like an old married couple ? Bucky Barnes gets a surprise.

Please read the other parts of this book using links from the Masterlist.

Three more months later,

(Six months ever since you left the Avengers Facility)

Bucky lowered his cap, and so did Natasha, Steve, Clint and Sam as they pushed their way through a swarm of drunk college kids that were dancing to a loud, buzzing electronic music.

"All these years, and I still don't get how this is even good. Buck and I can tell you how a good clubbing was done, back in the 1940s– " Steve was screaming on the top of his lungs.

"God, this is giving me a goddamn headache, why are we here again?" Bucky raised a brow, and fixed a cold, impassive glare on Sam.

"I was born on this day. I have the right to call the shots." Sam pointed out, and Natasha just grinned, her body almost swaying to the beats that were playing.

"God, at least they have drinks. Come on punk. I think the only place the two of us can be is the bar." Bucky nudged Steve and Sam just rolled his eyes while he and Natasha started dancing, Natasha rolling her hips in a seductive way while Sam was just sort of moving his hands.

Bucky, Clint and Steve walked up to the bar and they fixed themselves in a corner, their eyes scanning around as Clint smirked, "Come on, loosen up, grandpa's. What are we drinking?"

"I'm not drinking– "

"We'll have the four roses bourbon– "

Both Bucky and Steve spoke at the exact same time, and Bucky narrowed his eyes as he looked at his best friend, "Really? You people drag me out here and we're not even drinking ?"

"Buck, what's the whole point of drinking when we can't even get drunk?" Steve just shrugged, while Bucky just shook his head.

"It's better than nothing."

"Well I can't win from you. Let's do it. Although I'm not sure I even heard about that before," Steve chuckled and pulled a barstool, so he could fix himself on it as Clint spoke to the bartender.

The bartender placed the drinks on the counter, and Bucky curled his flesh fingers around his drink, lifting it up and placing it to his lips, his eyes watching Natasha and Sam, as they made their way towards them.

"Not fair? You started without us, Cap." Natasha smirked at Steve, and leant against the counter so she can throw in her words to the bartender, telling him what she wanted to drink. Sam just made his way closer to the men, standing next to Clint and slowly turning towards three girls that were standing by the dance floor, their drinks in their hands, but their eyes were on them.

"Well check that out. I call dibs on the one in green. Damn." Sam smirked, and Steve just shook his head in disapproval, and brought his drink up to his lips, while Clint smirked and rubbed his palms together, "Nah, I'm good mate. You can have her. I have a good one back home."

"Hey, she is looking at you man." Sam nudged Bucky's knee using his elbow and he just rolled his eyes in the most casual manner and turned his head to listen to what Sam had to say, when his eyes fell on one of the girls, who was biting her lip, staring at him. Disinterested, he just turned away; back into his drink, staring at the glass when Natasha just blurted out, regretting her words immediately, "lover boy's just waiting for Y/N to come back, bring him the hottest woman on earth now, he would still want her back."

Bucky's grip tightened on the glass, and instinctively, Steve grabbed his flesh arm, to hold him back before he could lose his control and do something he would later regret.

"Barnes, I didn't mean it," Natasha immediately added.

"You women often say things that you never mean, which is why I don't bloody understand the things that goes on in those minds of yours," Bucky brought up his index finger, placing it on Natasha's temple, tapping it twice.

The lot fell silent then, each of them now lost in their own trivial thoughts. Bucky replayed the conversation he had with you in your apartment, and how you had said that you didn't mean it. He just scoffed, and shook his head, a little too obviously and Steve started looking at him, noticing his friend's sudden weirdness before his phone beeped in his pocket and he pulled it out. "Great, Tony wants us back at the towers. Someone hacked into two of the HYDRA bases systems in Kazakhstan and Hungary. It was live for two minutes before they took it off, but Tony managed to get his hands on a few cryptic codes and coordinates." Steve stood up, his broad, bulky frame almost blocking out the lighting behind him, as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

"Well, it couldn't have been the government, or CIA. Does Tony know the potential hacker?" Clint raised an eyebrow, and Natasha crossed her arms over her chest.

"Couldn't be traced. But again, if we can figure out those cryptic codes and coordinates, we will have a lead." Steve called out before turning around to leave.

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"Romanoff, you get anything?" Tony called out, while Natasha just grunted in annoyance, not even bothering to crane her neck to look back from one of the computer screens, as her fingers skillfully glided across the keypad, typing here and there. Bucky leant by the wall, eyeing Steve's computer screen, watching him intently as he was struggling to turn the cryptic symbols into something meaningful.

"Bingo, I think I have it," Natasha yelled, and immediately, the four of them flocked around her screen, staring down at the brightly lit screen.

"Eighth Avenue, Tech Laboratories?" Bucky mumbled, his eyes squinted slightly as he leaned over Natasha's back, typing something onto the computer so that the maps came up.

"But those labs have been shut down ages back, illegal animal testing and shit." Tony replied, in a casual tone and Steve just bit his lip.

"That's the whole point, Tony. Whoever this is, whatever is going on, it's illegal, which is why there's this shade."

"Guys I hate to break it to you, the more we stay here talking, we might end up missing whatever is going on out there," Natasha deadpanned giving them a serious look, and Steve nodded.

It didn't take them very long to reach the old, abandoned laboratories that looked stale and dinghy in comparison to the other buildings surrounding it. It was weird and confusing why this building hadn't been taken down yet. Another thing to notice was, that the building, although miniscule, the empty land that was in the boundary of this building was massive, and yet secluded.

Bucky and Steve stepped off their bikes, while Natasha got off hers, with Sam riding pillion behind her. Their hands flew to their gun holsters and immediately, they drew out their guns. Their eyes fell on a black sedan that was parked a few meters away; and they knew that whoever this was, was probably still inside. Steve's index finger flew to his lips, as the four of them, with quiet steps starting making their way into the building, their eyes scanning the vicinity for anything that was off.

"Do we split up or – " Sam begin but Bucky have him a glare, and he pressed his lips shut, " my bad."

The four of them walked in deeper, noticing an intense change in the heat level inside as compared to the outside. The inside of the laboratories were freezing, and it felt like they were inside a freezer. Climbing a flight of stairs, making sure they didn't press much weight to the stairs, not wanting the stairs to announce their arrival, they stepped onto the first floor, and reflexively, they stopped, when they heard a familiar voice.

"Well, does everything look okay to you?"

Natasha's head snapped towards Steve in recognition, and his eyes widened, his own head snapping towards Bucky.

"Hey, why the fuck does the voice sound like Fury?" Sam whispered in Bucky 's ear.

"Because it's Fury, Sam."

Before Sam could speak, another voice reached their ears, and this voice was foreign, and unknown.

"Mr. Fury, this is something unlike I've ever seen. Those cells are multiplying at a rate faster than a normal human growth rate. These bruises, these bruises you see aren't something very common for a six month old fetus, yes they kick and all, but this is– "

"Holy shit, Fury probably knocked up a girl. Boy I think we are just at the wrong place at the wrong–  " Sam began whispering again, much to the annoyance of the others. They all turned towards him at the exact same time, ready to shut him up when a soft, feminine voice started speaking; a voice all of them were aware of.

"Did Erskine's serum cause any damage to my baby?"

James Buchanan Barnes turned white like a chalk. His eyes and his mouth were frozen wide open, in an expression of shock, and although he was staring straight at Steve; he appeared not to notice him at all, and all he could think of was what he had just heard. Steve took his best friend's side, placing his palm softly on his bicep, slightly shaking him out of his daze. Whoever that third person was, had probably left by now, and from what they could hear; it was just Fury and Y/N inside.

"I know you want to go and pull those motherfuckers out of their shitholes, Y/N, I really know you do, but right now, they are going to come after you and try to get their hands on that kid."

"And you think I'd let them ? I'd break every single bone in their bodies. Those pesky rodents, they deserve to be wiped off, you know it," You hissed, through pursed lips, unaware that a set of four eyes were now watching you and Fury from the corner. You were sitting on what looked like a gurney, your feet dangling off the edge. A loose fitting shrug was covering your shoulders, your palms cradling your pretty evident baby bump.

"I'm tired of dealing with your stubborn ass. This is the time to stay hidden."

"I am not going to do anything stupid Fury, not until this little guy's here," You hopped off the gurney, and ran your fingers through your hair, using your shrug to try and hide the bulge of your belly, before you looked towards the back entrance.

"Call me later, I'm gonna use that back door and get the hell out of here."

"Whatever, snarky," Fury smirked.

"Don't get started," you warned, making your way out through the back, your gun resting securely in the waist of your stretchable pants.

Nick Fury waited a few seconds until he had made sure that you had gotten out safely from the back. He then turned around, and casually started walking out; only to come face to face with four semi to super pissed Avengers.

"Fury," Steve was the first one to break the silence; and sensing that the four had probably heard it all, Fury lost the defensiveness in his stance and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I didn't tell any of you because she didn't want me to," he was eyeing Bucky now, who had a tight squared jaw.

"How long have you known?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping in front of Steve.

"She came to me three months back, didn't know where else to go." He stopped speaking for a split second and then, in a low voice, almost grumbled under his breath, "I told her it is always a bad idea to hook up with a colleague; look where it landed her. First, it got her married to a fucking HYDRA dick, and second, it got her pregnant with a super soldier's spawn. When does she ever listen? And you, don't even get me started. You were the bastard that knocked her up."

"Come on, Fury. That's just harsh," Natasha chimed in.

"Guys, can I talk?"

Steve, Fury, Bucky and Natasha turned towards Sam and they gave him a quizzical expression, while Bucky just glared at him.

"The thing is, those coordinates, that hacked details, what the hell was that?"

Fury's eyes widened and he clenched his fists tighter against his side, stepping closer towards Sam, "What coordinates? What hacking?"

"It looked like someone hacked into the HYDRA system, we found these coordinates, and that's why we found out the secrets that you were hiding Fury," Natasha defended Sam immediately, as she winked playfully at Bucky. This is when Fury suddenly turned, pulling out his gun, and began sprinting towards the back entrance; as quickly as his legs could carry him, bolting down the lab.

"Where the hell are you going?" Bucky followed his pace with his own grueling pace, managing to reach him in a split second, and so did the other three.

"Those hackers weren't hacking from HYDRA. It was most probably HYDRA getting into our systems, the non official ones, to find her. They've landed on a jackpot, a freaking Winter Soldier baby. And if what you're saying is true, they're here already, and Y/N is probably in trouble."

Meanwhile, this wasn't supposed to happen, not again.

No one knew of this place, then who were these men?

You slowly slid your palm into your shrug, pulling out your loaded gun. You were pregnant, but you definitely weren't a damsel in distress, and if need arose, you were going to fight the HYDRA scum. Your mind was already working on the calculations; there were four of them, and maybe, there were more. They had a plus one on you, but yet, you had an edge. They couldn't hurt you, if what they really wanted was your child.

"Никто не должен умирать. Пожалуйста, пойдем с нами, и мы не причиним тебе вреда." One of them stepped towards you, and instinctively you stepped one step back, raising your gun in the air, until you were in a face off.

"Sorry, gentlemen, I don't do Russian, my mum did nag me to learn it, but unfortunately, I never did. Can we switch to good ol' English now?" You hissed, venom in your voice.

"Miss Y/N. Let's not do that, shall we? One squeeze of a trigger from either you or my men, it's going to be a disaster," the man spoke in thick Russian accent, and you rolled your eyes, trying to look through this man's mask. This was where you made a mistake. They had orders not to kill you, but not to not hurt you. You dropped your guard for one second when this man spoke, but just when this happened, the bullet from another man's gun hit you right on your palm and your gun dropped; clattering to the ground with a loud noise, leaving your palm in a stinging, burning pain, blood spurting out of the hole the bullet had made right in the center.

In that frozen second between the stand off you saw the man's eyes flick from you to your belly and a faint nod passed between him and his men, a sort of a signal. Your faces are unreadable, no fear, no invitational smirk, just plain hatred in your eyes, and passiveness in his. One of them suddenly lunged forward, when your reflexes kicked in, and you immediately ducked, this proving to be much more difficult now. You threw out your leg, kicking the man hard in his shins until he hit the floor hard with the blow, when another one lunged at you, trying to grab you.

Punches, kicks, hard blows.

You had lost to them once, and had been unable to protect your son, but this time, you were not planning on letting history repeat. You were going to fight, for your life, and you were going to protect this child, no matter what it took.

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The four men and one woman soared through the hallway at the back, their guns blazing as they ran towards the back entrance from where you had just left, minutes back. Gunshots rang out from all around them now, which meant that Fury was right; HYDRA was here and you were in danger. Bucky could feel his heart beat in his chest, pounding, banging, trying to get out. He kept running forward and ahead of the others, feeling as though his blood were on fire. His limbs were moving on their own. He was disconnected from everything but the ever present sound of his drumming heart as he kicked the back door with his foot, watching it fly off its hinges and land a distance away with a crash.

The first thing their eyes fell on were the black uniformed corpses that were spread out evenly on the floor; two with a bullet mark, and two who had a gruesome bite on the side of the neck and the other one probably having had snapped his neck. But within seconds, Natasha's eyes had spotted you in a corner, sitting against the floor, your head resting against the wall at the back, your bleeding hand pressed against your chest.

Your eyes were open, your mind was awake and alert, but the adrenaline of it all was too much. You felt liberated, and free, that finally, you had managed to something you had failed in. You had, for now, saved yourself. And it was all on you.

The rest of the Avengers crowded around you, Natasha kneeling next to you as she shook you gently, her voice soft against your ears, "Are you okay? You took them out yourself?"

"Yea, I'm peachy."

Your smirk reached your eye, and everyone, including Bucky, gave you a smile back; they were all relieved. You placed your palms on the floor, in an attempt to pull yourself back up when Bucky suddenly stepped forward, leaning over you.

Your eyes met his, the second his eyes were face level with yours. The blue in his eyes looked bluer than the ocean. Six months, and you had forgotten how beautiful this man was, how beautiful, yet how broken. You placed your arm around his neck, a mutual understanding passing between the two of you, and the minute he sensed that you were securely latched to his shoulder, his metal arm held you from your waist, pulling you up to your feet until you were back up.

"Buck, we should all get back. Before they come back in more force," Steve commented, breaking the moment between the two of you.

"Well, this was nice," you drawled, absentmindedly, your hand flying up to your frenzied hair as you started curling your index finger against one of the strands. "I should leave."

"The only place you're going now is the Avengers Towers," Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

"Did I ask you? You don't have a say in this."

"Jesus, not the two of you again." Natasha sighed, in a frustrated way, running her hands through her hair as she walked off.

"Well, that's my kid in there. I won't take a no. Now, you can voluntarily choose to come with me, back where you should be or–" He took a step closer to you, his face bent slightly so he was glaring into your eyes, not with anger, but with a look of determination.

"Or, what?"

"I'll lift you up and carry you there myself."

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The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power, smut later.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

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Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Three days became four, then five. The hours flowing between your fingers and before you know it’s been two weeks and three days already.

Not that your will ask them to go. You were pretty sure the little trembling harmony that reigns in your home is as fragile as you decide by asking the wrong question.

To say you are comfortable would be rich, at least. They are a band of murderers, meanwhile you were just a student, but you would be lying if you didn’t accept the fact that the wave of fear had subdue to become some mild annoyance.

The thing is that the famous league of villains is as human as can be. Surely, they are insane, powerful, and menacing, but they also eat, and sleep, and they watch tv and smile when they are happy.

So here you are, getting in tune with their antics. Like how Magne likes to use your flowery shampoo because smells nice and it makes her feel pretty, or that Mr. Compress drinks his milk with honey before sleep.

So, you try your best to remember place and time, but then Toga asks you to paint her nails and asks if she can brush your hair because she wants so desperately to be your friend that something in your heart breaks a little when you remember that she’s just an abandoned child, with no other feminine figure to guide her. (Magne does what she can, but she also faces different kinds of struggle.)

Something in you began to soften to them and you simply cannot help it. Maybe is the little girl in you who wanted to be a hero but saw it impossible.

That’s how you end asking Spinner about his swords, both of you watching some tv program about forging historical weapons, and sharing about your parent’s death with Jin, who cries for you and hugs your tightly telling everyone he’s so happy to have a friend like you.

You end up buying vitamins and oranges for them because no one getting scurvy under your watch. Patching their injures and making some fast clinical examination of them, just to discover some of them are underweight, scrawny, and sharp. So, you cook for them, and made two beds in the living room because you’ve always had a soft spot for broken things and lost causes and somehow, you really want to make them feel nice, and you are no longer sure if this is about your survival or theirs.

Then is Tomura.

You can feel the attraction growing wild inside of you. How your eyes look for his figure inside the house and how you care about what he thinks of you or what he likes.

He’s not helping either, not when he insists on playing chess with you between playful back and forth, or sometimes just sits behind you in the kitchen counter to watch you cook. Silent until he’s not, asking “what’s that” when he sees you putting some spices in the pot.

He’s a curious cat. A fast learner and problem solver. Quick to intuition and creativity.

And you like the way his hair falls wet over his shoulders, clearing away from his face after he showers, looking less like a vagabond and more like a boy.

It’s awful and you know it. You can recognize a crush from a mile away and yours is there pulsing alive for everyone to watch.

The sad part is the what if.

Sometimes Toga asks things. Random things about medicine, about history, about books, and you cannot help it but to vomit everything you know about the subject because you are a scholar above everything else.

Those are the moments when Shigaraki will look at you from the corner of his ruby eyes, attentively listening and absorbing anything you say, siting quietly in a corner of the room, playing with his phone. Then he’ll hear something that catches his interest, asking you about it, his questions always interesting and more complex than Toga’s.

It saddens you to think of him as a student. His brilliance shining under the lights of proper education and love. What positive reinforcement and care could have done for him. Not that you know anything about Shigaraki, but there is no way a loving family could produce such person (not when you are more than sure that he’s clinically depressed), so your bets are on violence and abandonment.

What brilliant career could have achieved, what kind of things would he create, instead of just brutal destruction and (you suspect this one) raw self-loathing.

So, you dream of him sometimes.

You can see him wearing more than just a worn-out coat, a backpack hanging from his shoulder and his soft features clean and properly cared for. What he should look without the dry skin, the slouching and the eyebags.

You can imagine him crossing paths with you on campus, siting with you in the cafeteria, laughing youthfully, his persona free of the heavy weight of his wicked gestures, product of a life expended celebrating too much spite.

Maybe you would have meet him in other circumstances. A “friend of a friend” in some shitty party, the kind of boy that smiles when speaking, sharing some smart-ass joke, his witty speech making you laugh, making you fall.

Just like now.  

“so, how do you know a quirk is a mutation?” Toga ask while you read some article in your laptop.

“well, most of them have a base or function as a variety of some primordial quirk. Those that are mutations simple work outside the norm and tend to be very dangerous for the everyone, including the holder, because as the mutation is a completely new expression of genetics, the rest of the body is still adapting to the evolutionary crescendo. That and, well…mutants have a very distinct look because the gene that comes with the mutation, also alters the expression of other common things like melatonin production.”

“Oh! I remember that! We saw it at school…with the Mendeleyev system.”

“exactly!” You say, but Toga isn’t done with the questions and you don’t stop the conversation before-

“so, how do they look? The mutants. How do they look.”

“well, they all have silver hair and red eyes.”

They look at the corner of the kitchen and only then you realize what you’ve done.

“Congratulations, Shigaraki. You are officially a fucking freak.” Dabi says from the couch, but Shigaraki doesn’t answer his provocation. He just keeps playing in his phone, the only sign of acknowledge is an arched brow.

It rubs you wrong. As much as anybody is okay with it, you hate the words that leave his mouth.

Maybe is the fact that he’s making fun of someone’s looks, or maybe is because hearing someone being called a freak sends you back to high school when your classmates told you that you were a fucking creep with that evil quirk of yours (or maybe is the stupid crush speaking) but it makes you angry, so before you can think of it, you spat.

“blue eyes are a mutation too, so you are no one to talk about it.”

Twice laughs at the comeback, but before you could taste your little win, Dabi makes sure to answer back because he’s being dying to fight you the moment he set a foot on your apartment.

“that was bold for a quirkless little bitch.”

You laugh astonished, deciding you will not acknowledge the fact he (very wrongly) thinks you quirkless.

“A quirkless little bitch? Seriously, Dabi? Where you raised in a fucking barn that you know nothing but fuck this and bitch that?

“yeah. I know stupid cunt too.” He barks referring to you.

“Dabi, cut it out.” Shigaraki snaps to no avail.

“Hey! We agree in no insults!” Compress try to quiet the fight down, but neither of you pays attention.

“I’m sure you do. Pretty useful to describe yourself I bet.”

“you sure like to bet, like how you are betting I don’t burn you alive for being an annoying bitch.” He threatens looking at the chess game still on the kitchen table, getting quickly into your nerves.

“Guys-“Toga fails to intercede.

“Fuck off, Dabi. This might be shocking for you, but you don’t scare me.”

“now, that’s pretty fucking stupid of you.”

“Dabi, shut up!” Shigaraki growls done, but you are not paying attention to him, so you keep pushing into the fight.  

“I’m not the one insulting everyone just because I cannot deal with some fucking daddy issues.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT” he snarls before kicking the little table in your living room, breaking one of its legs.

“CUT IT OUT! I don’t have to know when it’s plainly obvious you have problems with authority.”

“you really think you are so clever, don’t you?” he states, crossing the living room, aiming to you.

“Dabi, get the fuck out!” this time Shigaraki yells.

“I know I am, asshole!”

He stops his tracks, looming over you. His eyes scanning your face before looking at Shigaraki, who suddenly stands beside you.

Dabi laughs darkly.

“stupid woman. You should know better.”

And then…he just slaps your laptop out of the table; the computer smashing open against the cemented ground.

Chapter 9

[pockyxx]

“ beautiful ”

akaashi x fem!reader  genre: hurt + comfort, wholesome ending. (a s/o with alopecia)

a/n: to the anon that requested this, I hope I did your request justice. and to everyone reading this, don’t forget to be kind. I’m also really sorry it took so long for me to publish. i also wanna put out that bc i don’t have alopecia i can’t fully comprehend the struggles of having it. i used some parts of my own life with my own health issues and the mental struggles that come with them.

You sat in your room, laying on your bed on the phone with your best friend. The topic remained casual although there was something on your mind that had been bugging you. 

“So how are you and Akaashi doing?” She asked and you bit your lip, running your hand over your head, eyes glancing to the wig that sat on it’s stand. You sighed, giving the delayed response. 

“He’s perfect it’s just...” You trailed off, letting your friend fill in the blanks that you were too scared to say. 

“You haven’t told him about your alopecia?” Her tone was a confusing mix of angry and soft. She understood that it was difficult to deal with, years of trying to get over the insecurity that came with loosing your hair. 

“What if he gets weirded out? Or if he doesn’t like that I’m not feminine or that I need a wig-” You’d gone into a ramble before hearing [your friend’s name] shout, cutting you off. 

“If he doesn’t like you the way you are, it’ll be a sign that the two of you aren’t meant to be together.” She sighed, “even if it seems perfect now, if he can’t love you for you, it’ll be for the best if you ended it.” The words came with a lot of weight. 

You nodded, replying with with a yes quickly after realizing she couldn’t see your gestures. 

“When should I do it?” 

“Today and you’re gonna call me right after you do it. Okay ? Now I’ve got to go, I love you n/n.” 

“Love you too [your friend’s name], I promise to tell you how it goes. Bye.” Your pitch went up, hearing her repeat her goodbye before hanging up. Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you sent a text to Akaashi for him to come over as soon as possible and that you needed to tell him something. 

-- 

When Akaashi first got the text, his first impression was that you were unsatisfied with the relationship and wanted to end things. That’s why he left practice a little early, anxiously making his way to your house. 

This was the first time he’d actually be going inside your house, always just dropping you at the front door whenever he walked you home. A million different scenarios ran through his mind but none of them were what was about to happen. 

His eyes widened when he greeted him at the door with puffy, bloodshot eyes. You were wearing his hoodie, it falling over you nicely. Akaashi picked up on your body language, noticing how reserved you seemed. 

“Come inside, please.” You voice was soft and broken. Caught up in his anxiety he didn’t know how to embrace you-- well he knew, he was just frozen in place, this was the first team he’d seen you so upset. 

“Y/n, what happened?” He wondered as you lead him up to the living room, seating him down on the couch, your hands shaking. You explained how you and [friend’s name] were talking earlier. 

“You too didn’t get into a fight did you?” He sat a little bit closer to you, placing his hand on your back but it only caused you to shudder, lip trembling as a silent-trying-to-be-held-back sob escape. 

“I thought I could do it today, but I don’t think I can.” The back of your nose rubbed your running nose as Akaashi could hear his heart beating a pace about a million times faster. 

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, slowly taking his hand away but you quickly shook your head. 

“No, no, Keiji. It’s nothing about us-- well...” You trailed off, keeping your voice from cracking. You leaned forward, hiding your face in your hands only to peek back at him. “You love me right, Keiji?” 

He was taken back by the question, putting his face in front of your, taking your hands in his, tracing over them with his thumb. 

“Of course I love you, y/n where is this coming from?” he let go of your hand only to softly cup your face.

It hurt to make eye contact with him but you knew you had to. The promise you’d made to your friend rang through your mind.

“It’s just, there’s something about me that you don’t know and I didn’t tell you when we first met because I was terrified it would scare you away.” His heart beat sped up but at the same time shattered that you felt like you couldn’t be open with him.

“Nothing you do will scare me away.” You nodded in response, his soothing words making just the slightest bit easier. Taking a deep breath, you told him.

“When I was starting middle school... I started noticing that parts of my hair were falling out, and other people would notice it too.” You frowned, recalling the sour memories. Keiji laced his fingers with yours again, listening attentively.

“It got to the point that my parents too me to the doctors, they ran a few tests and they said I have alopecia. It’s when the immune system basically attacks the hair follicles.”

Your free hand inched closer to the base of the wig that you were wearing. Akaashi watched you, taking in every detail and subconsciously he figured out what you were trying to convey.

“So now...well I don’t really have any hair... anywhere.” You gulped, bracing yourself for him to flinched away and call you gross but instead he only brought you closer.

“That’s not important to me, y/n, I’d love you even if you had scales.” You chuckled. The way he held your face with both his hands now, and even though your eyes were closed you could feel Keiji tracing over every feature of your face.

Letting go, you stared deeply into his beautiful eyes, as he pushed a strand of the wig behind your ear.

“Let me see you, all of you.” He breathed out as you nodded and while keeping eye contact with him, you tugged off the wig.

Tears threaten to fall again at the vulnerable position you were in but Akaashi only brought you closer to him feeling his smooth lips on the crown of your head.

“Beautiful—you’re breathtakingly beautiful.”

[themadauthorshatter]

RED SCHOOL AU/UA STORY/HEADCANONS ARC 2 PART 3

Hopefully this is the last part of Arc 2😅

We pick up with Tibe, Elara, and Rhian walking towards the royal quarters, Rhian asking his questons, as requested, beginning with how their journey was and if they found the school easy enough.

Tibe admits while the skeleton bird was jarring and they could've done without the storms, but everything was manageable.

Rhian's glad to hear that, and asks if the children will be alright(he's been a teacher/school master for nearly two centuries, and the SGE cast is 16 years old, so if a person is below 21, they're a child, in Rhian's eyes.) and Elara answers for Tibe that, yes, they will be fine before politely inquiring about having a room seperate from her husband.

Rhian sort of wallows at how almost every royal couple he meets hate each other.

He the asks if the two have seen or learned from a magician in recent memory, to which they confusedly answer no.

Rhian's only asking because he knows a trick when he sees one, a slight of hand, if you will, which he demonstrates by making a card 'disappear' and 'reappear' in his hand, though he reveals he's just moving the card while holding it between his fingers.

Tibe asks what he's talking about and Rhian chuckles and continues to lead them to their room, stating that, having been around girls for a century or so, maybe half, he also knows a perfectly baked cake when he sees one.

Here, we cut/transition to Mare as she enters her room, a couple maids setting things up like blankets and clothes, until she asks that they leave and get some test, as they must be exhausted from the trip.

They shakily agree and leave.

Mare looks around the room and sort of cringes at the horrendous amount of fluorescent pink the decorates the room, like the bed sheets and the pillows, before groaning as she sits down. Maybe we even get a gag of her falling into the bed, like the mattress sort of pulls her in and she sinks into the middle of it. With the maids gone, Mare only groans and tries not to give up on life. "Perfect."

With the SGE crew, more specifically Sophie and Agatha, Sophie pushes and slips through the crowd of students as they return to their dorms after classes(they'll get in HUGE trouble, if they're caught bothering the Silvers, and even get moved down a rank), Agatha on her tail and calling for her to stop and just go to class. Sophie shouts back to, "go hang out with Kiki," and continues on her way(Really wonder where she's going?).

Agatha follows her anyway, until Sophie mogrifs herself into a lovebird and shouts, "Prince Tiberias the Seventh, wait for me!"

Agatha watches, completely appalled and then looks up at the tower where the female Silver children are residing, about a long hallway away from each other. Mareena's got to be in one of those rooms. She looks for any wolves lurking, or other students, and mogrifs into a mouse to sneak to the doorway before she turns back to a human and climbs up the steps. I'll just knock first. If she doesn't want to see anyone, I'll leave. That's not me bothering her, it can't be me bothering her, if I give her space.

Speaking of Mare, she rolls onto her front and sits down cross legged, hair a little messy. Her makeup's safe, though, don't worry. "I hate this place," she grumbles.

Give her some slack, she's been trapped on a boat with Book 1!Evangeline for a week, has a really bad paper cut, and just wrestled a bed that basically tried to eat her.

It doesn't help when a knock on the door interrupts her from checking on said paper cut, right as she removes the bandage. Mare panics, hastily puts on her gloves, and tells the person on the other side of the door to come in.

EXPECTATION SUBVERSION! Cal's there to check on her. Mare welcomes him in.

Cal looks around her room and comments on it, and Mare threatens to throw her shoe at him; if he wants to act like a little shit right now, she'll gladly beat him like one, consequences be damned.

They check in and touch base, making sure they're okay, and just letting each other know that despite the color of their blood, they're in this together, him, Mare, and Maven. Mare sighs that Cal and Maven at least have their family with them, as Mare's is still in Norta, thinking she's in the palace.

Cal holds her hand and promises that this trip will be over and she'll see her family again before she knows it. Mare asks how he lnows and how that can even happen, recalling the hair's width close call from the last time she visited her family. Cal's grip on her hand tightens and he forces a chuckle, admitting that if either he and/or Maven found a way before, they can do it again.

It soothes Mare and gets her smiling, which gives Cal the okay to give her space and let her settle into her girly new room, joking that maybe it will rub off on her and he might be able to see a more feminine side to her.

She hurls her shoe at him as hard as she can right as he leaves, the two snickering, Mare despite herself and Cal for a job well done.

As Cal leaves, though, his smile drops at the realization that he has no idea how the hell he's helping her see her family again without getting caught. As much as he knows the rules, he knows Mare's heart, and, having the same problem as her, can't keep his mind and heart seperated.

Lost in his thoughts, he runs into Agatha on the stairs, who asks where Mare is. Funny, he just left her room, which is the second door on the left hand side.

As he leaves and Agatha contemplates her choice, we cut to Sophie as she pants and perches on the window to Cal's room; she's totally right here, she's at the right room. Her logic is perfectly sound here, she's in the right place.

She turns back into herself and does a quick hair fluff and even pinches some color into her cheeks before knocking on the window, maybe a little too hard because it swings open, just for me, she thinks.

Sophie struts in, announcing herself to the crown prince, proud as a peacock...

Only to scare the hell out of a shiryless Maven; he was cleaning himself off a little and was about to change his clothes when she interrupted him.

He asks what she's doing in his room, and Sophie asks if he's Cal, semi-hoping that this is just someone else because Maven looks nothing like a general or a future king.

No. He's not Cal. He's Cal's brother. Sophie kind of feigns ignorance, and Maven gives his name and the fact that she wrote to him. Still doesn't ring any bells, until he brings up the fact that she thinks she's in the wrong school.

"Oh! You ARE Maven!" Sophie gasps, before asking where his brother is.

Maven, realizing he's stuck with this brat, turns to finish changing, i.e. putting on a shirt, and explains that Cal actually left a couple minutes ago and, knowing him, won't sit still on his first day here, so he'll most likely being wandering the school. Sophie groans, and sits on the edge of his bed, and complains that she's tired from using her magic to fly over to meet him, before asking Maven if she can stay and wait for him to come back.

Maven, thinking quickly, admits she'd have a better chance if she just walked around. Cal's 6'3", pale as hell, and wearing black, red, and silver, so he's damn near impossible to miss.

Sophie huffs and agrees, leaving to go meet her new prince, bidding Maven a pizzazz-y farewell.

Maven rolls his eyes and finishes putting on his shirt and coat before falling back on his bed, groaning at the fact they might be here for a little while. Maybe more.

Time to check back in with Mare, who's examining that really bad paper cut when she gets another knock on her door. She answers it and finds Agatha standing at the door, greeting her politely and suddenly noticing her hand.

"You're bleeding!"

The two rush inside Mare's room, Mare panicking and trying to cover the cut herself, but Agatha helping because she's not good, she's great.

THIS is the bomb drop that Mare's not Silver, and it confuses and surprises the hell out of Agatha, who had it drilled in her head that only Silvers have power in Norta.

With little options, the two sit down on the bed and Mare gets to explaining.

It's been a while since we've checked on Cal, so lets do that: he's actually found his way to the boy's Groom Room and sees them training. The weapons are all wood swords, so no one's terribly injured, and anyone not sword fighting is throwing hammers, climbing ropes, or running or swimming some laps.

There are girls watching, all taking turns peeking out from behind a wall to spot Cal unintentionally being a general and mentally noting each boy's strengths and weaknesses, especially the one they're all trying to beat, Tedros, who's holding his own really well.

Speaking of Tedros, he notices Cal watching and gestures for him to come in.

Cal's already in more casual clothes, save for his coat, and complies, meeting the Everboys, who ask, kind of sheepishly how they did, as Cal is sort of a General and knows a lot a bout combat.

He has to admit, as politely as possible, that while they're all skilled, they would all get demolished in a real fight.

Tedros, the dumbass, asks what that means, as they can use magic.

Cal agrees that magic might be able to help them, but what if they wear themselves out and can't use magic?

Tedros, not listening and thinking unwisely, challenges Cal, just to prove his point. Cal agrees and hangs up his coat, one of the boys giving him a sword, one Cal sized(the 6'3" son of a bitch), and the two stand off before the fight begins, Cal telling Tedros to give it everything he's got while Cal will go easy on him.

Tedros goads him that he can take whatever, but Cal affirms that if HE gave his 100%, Tedros would probably die.

Enough talk, someone ring the bell, because THE FIGHT STARTS NOW!!!

Tedros DOES give his best, but Cal is a general. He either disarms Tedros or knocks him down and mock kills him.

After a while, they go at it again, Tedros doing better, and Cal tells him he'll go a little harder, so he knows that Cal can wipe the floor with him. He doesn't get hurt, but he gets the point.

Another rule Cal makes clear: There is no such thing as a fair fight.

He holds a hand out to Tedros, who's tired and bruused from having his ass handed to him, commenting that he's pretty good.

Tedros accepts with a smile on his face, blocking a swing and showing Cal he's already picking up on what he's teaching him, inadvertently.

It's official: The boys want Cal as their new teacher, because his technique is better than what they've been learning.

Cal can only fight the urge to laugh, seeing how enthusiastic they all are.

Back with Mare and Agatha, who are now sitting cross legged across from each other on the bed, where Agatha asks Mare if she's being serious.

She is, which she demonstrates by holding her cut hand and showing a little lightning. She's Red, she's got powers, and if anyone finds out, it's her and her family's heads on the King's platter.

This hits Agatha right in the gut, even when she asks Mare how Reds are REALLY treated, recounting how the students all believe the Silvers and the Reds are all equals, the Reds only picking up the slack of what the Silvers are unable to do.

Mare sets that vision straight: Reds and Silvers are not equal to each other. As the saying goes, in terms of power, 'What is a King to a God?' Or better yet, what is a farmer to a god? The cherry on top? If you're Red and don't have a job of any kind, have fun dying in a trench while fighting in a war that isn't even yours.

Agatha is at a loss for words, only knowing being ostracized and bullied. Out of words, Agatha offers her confidence, that she won't tell anyone what Mare told her. While Mare's glad for it, she still warns Agatha to stay as far away from Elara as possible, as Elara can and will read her mind. And there will be HELL to pay, if she finds out.

Agatha obviously agrees.

That's when shouting gets their attention, and some clattering, which leads leads them to the Boy's Groom Room; how'd the sound get that far? Vibration. And the vents. And Sophie passed by.

They look inside to see Cal and Tedros at it again with the boys cheering them on. This time they're hand to hand fighting and Tedros is locked in a chokehold as Cal tells him to tap out. Tedros only elbows him and they stand, which begins Round 5 of their fight. Yes, Tedros is shirtless, as Book 1 Tedros is gun' do. Cal is as well, because he got hot, but don't worry he shaved(appearances matter, even when it's something you think no one's going to see).

Turns out Sophie screamed because she's a blushing, squealing mess; Cal is far more than what she dreamed of, and it's killing her. Mare can't exactly blame her for staring, upon seeing how fit Cal is and seeing hiw many scars he has, a very unpleasant reminder of what he is and what he's been trained to be.

Agatha asks about wanting Tedros as her prince, out of confusion and a joke, and Sophie admits that she'll get him back because he'll get jealous. Boys fight each other a lot more when a girl's love is at stake.

Mare contradicts that notion by reminding them, and herself, that Cal's betrothed to Evangeline, and she has the teeth of a doberman; once she latches on to something, have fun trying to get her to let go. Sophie waves her off, bragging she can change his mind in 5 minutes. She just needs time with him alone in a broom closet. Mare and Agatha roll their eyes at this.

With the boys, Tedros spots the girls and inwardly groans at the sight of Sophie, which gives Cal the opening to yank his hair and bring him back to the fight; if he gets distracted, he's going to get himself killed. Tedros brushes it off and jerks his head to the girls, saying they have an audience.

Cal notices Sophie and has a moment of, 'Not this shit again,' when she giggles and waves at him, blushing pure red.

Here is where Tedros warns Cal to keep his distance from Sophie, though it's more serious than Ball Banter. Cal asks if she's his girl, and Tedros admits that she isn't, she's just bad luck and a pure snake. Cal admits that that's a little harsh and asks what she did to deserve getting the Prince of Camelot's cold shoulder as the two trade more harmless hits with each other. She didn't do anything, except lie to him about loving him, use him, and leave him to fend for himslef and die in a Trial by Tale, where Evers and Nevers fight to see who would survive a REAL fairytale. And she's a lunatic, sneaking into Tedros's drawers while he was training at night and trying to put him under a love spell.

Yeah, while he doesn't agree with the snake comment, Cal understands why he should avoid Sophie. He doesn't know how love spells work, but he'd rather not find out.

Just as they're about to go at it again, Professor Dovey shrills at the boys to stop harrassing the Crown Prince, from her place behind the girls.

As he puts his shirt and coat back on and leaves, Cal explains that he saw them training and noticed they could use a few pointers, which led to him getting a little carried away.

Dovey politely tells him that while his advuce is good, he should leave teaching to the professors, just to be in the safe side and no one gets hurt.

He agrees, much to the boys' dismay, and mentally kicks himself for leaving when he sees Sophie in front of him and introducung herself. Granted, he gives her the benefit of the doubt and is as gentlemanly as he can be, thinking, Maybe she isn't that bad, but that hope is shot down when Agatha tries introducing herself and Sophie slips in front of her so Cal can't see her.

Okay, maybe she is that bad.

Good thing Maven inadvertently saves the day as he stumbles into the hallway, getting laughed at and chewed on by fairies, who also take to pulling on his hair to piss him off.

Dovey shouts at them all the leave him alone, which they do, and apologizes to Maven for their behavior. He tells her not to worry, because he's had worse happen, giving a pointed glare to Cal, who semi-jokes he should really watch his back because the Everboys mean nothing but business and will attack on sight.

Dovey waves off this notion as she leads them on an official tour of the school, and explains that the schools have rules to seperate and connect Good and Evil, rules like Evil attacks other people while Good defends them, Evil takes advantage and Good gives opportunity, rules like that. (Sophie and Agatha stay behind, Sophie almost fainting at how much of a dream come true Cal is, even though he's a little awkward. She wonders if he was just stunned by her beauty, but Agatha hides her face in her hands and groans.) Maven comments that that's a very black and white way of thinking, but Dovey assures him it's the way of the school, and the rules and fairytales actually have loopholes. The girl who thwarted Rumplestiltskin did so by tricking him, by using guards she had hired to get his name, Rapunzel was born out of theft, in the original Cinderella, Cindy killed her stepmother. Vice versa, the witch that stole Rapunzel NEVER had to allow Rapunzel's father to keep stealing from her garden, Rumplestiltskin NEVER had to agree to help the girl, there are more examples, but I can't think of any.

Just know that there's some evil in good and there's some good in evil.

Cal asks if the other High House children should join them and Dovey admits she wanted to fetch them for the tour, but didn't want to bother them.

Mare's turn to ask a question, and it's one that's been bothering her: Why fairytales? And why have one guy rule over both Good and Evil, when there should one one leader for each side.

Dovey answers that by explaining the story of the School Master and his brother, a very similar story for SGE fans, but with a change: after the war, the stories continued to end with Evil ending every other time, rather than Good hogging all the glory. There were times Good won more, but that would be solved when Evil won certain times in a row and things got back on track.

Cal asks how such a thing is possible, because he's more than certain there's things maguc still can't do. Dovey points to a painting of the Storian, which the two brothers are fighting over.

Maven asks that all the fighting was over a pen, and Dovey tells him not to be decieved, because there's always more to see beneath the surface, which is said as a voice over as Tedros and Agatha race outside in time to see a group of fairies toss Sophie into the clearing outside of Good, snickering as she flails to a sitting position and glaring at them for ruining her dress.

While Sophie shouts at the fairies and then greets Agatha and Tedros with some degree of sass, Agatha scolds Sophie, saying she shouldn't have rushed in to greet Cal like a crazy person, but Sophie defends herself by saying she HAD thought about waiting, but noticed Beatrix and the others giggling and staring at him and panicked, because she didn't want them to steal her prince away from her again.

Tedros barks that he was never her prince and Cal is not her prince either because HE'S BETROTHED TO EVANGELINE. Sophie huffs and states she can change his mind easily, but stops when she hears a male laugh and tell her that she can try all she wants, but, knowing Evangeline, Sophie will end up being a wedding present to Cal, specifically as a mantel ornament.

Sophie deflates at that, and Tedros asks who the male is, noting his pale skin and armor. Lucas introduces himself and tells children not to worry about Evangeline, because she'll be doing one of four things on this trip: clinging to Cal, picking on Mare with her friends, hanging out with Elane, or bitching to her brother while they train.

Agatha sighs that Silvers train a lot for royals, and Lucas agrees, but that's because they have to. Where they're from, there's a war going on. Coming to the SGE wasa risk, and hopefully they don't stay long because Norta's extremely vulnerable right now.

Tedros asks what it's like, the war, which makes Agatha gulp as she remembers her conversation with Mare, and Lucas gives them all a look of, 'you're way too young to be talkimg about this,' before giving them a rundown on the war: the Lakelands have more farms and access to food, but Norta has more crop-friendly conditions and fertile ground and energy for power. Sophie asks they have enough power with Tibe on the throne and the High Houses backing him. Lucas corrects himself by explaining that Norta has electricity, enough for Silvers and Reds, and the Lakelanders want some of that power.

Tedros asks why they can't just give each other what they want and Lucas admits that of things were that easy, it would be the case, but things are never easy.

The trio remain silent for a little while, which prompts Lucas to take his leave, but Agatha has one more question, a couple small ones, and then one big one:

Is electricity stronger than what the School uses(candles for light, winds for ships, etc.)? Yes.

And the Nortans traveled by ship to the School? Yes.

And the ship was powered by this electricity? The engine was, but yes.

Million dollar question: If the Nortans came to the Woods, can ths students go to Norta, or anywhere else using this electric-powered ship?

Sophie gapes at her and Tedros gives her a look of pure hurt, but Lucas contemplates that, answering with a solid maybe before asking where she'd go, if she had her own ship?

With a glance at a fuming Sophie and a crestfallen Tedros, Agatha begins to answer, right as Dovey passes with Cal, Maven, and Mare following.

Too bad something bursts out of the trees and barrels toward Sophie, eyes blood red, body decayed and soaked with sludgy water, roaring like a wild animal, and armed with an axe.

Yeah, The Beast is back, and he's not happy with Sophie killing him.

Cal, Tedros, and Lucas jump right into action, Lucas using his armor to knock Beast away as Cal and Tedros race to stop him; the only one whi recognizes him is Sophie, so Tedros is acting solely on instinct here.

There's tussling, Tedros getting thrown to the ground and Cal getting cut by the axe, and Maven saving his brother, because he's a one way track.

Lucas neutralizes The Beast by chaining him up, but the bastard breaks free and knocks him aside, giving him a concussion.

With a quick, 'What's wrong with me?' Mare joins in, shooting lightning at him. It works, kind of, but gets a gold spell shot at him by Agtha for almost hitting back.

With their powers combined, and Sophie cheering them on, they take The Beast down, red mist leaving his body and curling away into the sky.

Mare and Agatha sigh and check on each other as Tedros, Cal, and Maven all exchange 'good jobs' and some high fives, which Maven accepts with a heavy conscience.

They all stop when they're interrupted by Elara racing to Maven and hugging him close, too worried to notice the 'OH SHIT' faces Mare and Agatha exchange.

Rhian and Tibe join her and ask what the hell happened, Rhian telling them to explain it to him in his tower, away from any eavesdroppers.

They do so, Tedros semi-fanboying to Agatha that he can't believe she was right, and Sophie staying behind to give The Beast one last nervois glance before catching up, not wanting to be alone if/when The Beast wakes up.

[lifeofkaze]

Home Run

Murphy McNully x Reader

 A/N: This is officially the hardest thing I’ve ever written. Jeez, baseball is complicated… I apologise for any inaccuracies, I really tried my best to understand it properly! Dedicated to @kc-needs-coffee​

Warning: NSFW, +18 only, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, severe lack of knowledge about baseball

Word Count: ~ 2.100

To say Murphy was bored was an understatement. Not that he would have ever let it show of course; he knew just how much him accompanying you to one of your beloved baseball matches meant to you. But as his grey eyes swept the length of the admittingly impressive stadium he couldn’t deny he wished the events unfolding on the lawn below him would speed up.

He leaned back in his wheelchair and calculated the odds of the pitcher’s next ball reaching the catcher and sending the player swinging his bat in anticipation off the pitch. They were discouragingly low.

His head turned to where you were sitting next to him; you leaned towards your dad, who had managed to bag the tickets for today’s match in the first place. Both of you were enthralled by the game you shared a singular passion for, eyes fixed on the square sand pitch surrounded by the green, cone-shaped lawn.

You had swapped your usually very elegant and feminine attire for a navy baseball jacket bearing the logo of your team and a matching cap rested on your glossy curls. You even wore your team’s colours painted on your cheeks, reminding him of a different championship game you had attended together. He smiled at the thought of your face showing off the colours of your favourite Quidditch team and his smile widened as he recalled how you had celebrated afterwards, in private.

Murphy’s eyes caught the gaze of his own mother, who sat on the other side of your father, looking equally lost as he was; just like him, she had tagged along because she wanted to understand the obsession of her friend about a game she knew little to nothing about.

She tapped the man beside her on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear; he turned from his daughter and chuckled as he explained something to her, pointing to the figures on the field, waiting for the pitcher to finally get a move on and throw the ball.

And sure enough, the player with the bat hit the ball squarely, sending it flying away over the heads of his opponents as he started running around the field to score his points.

His eyes not leaving the pitch, Murphy leaned over to you, smiling at how focused you were on your favourite game.

“Just so I get this right,” he asked as your tore away your beautiful blue eyes from the pitch, “the player has to run until the others have caught the ball, correct?”

Your lips curled into a lenient smile. “Or until he reaches his home base again,” you clarified.

“Hm,” Murphy hummed in response. “And it just falls down; it won’t go flying anywhere out of its own accord.”

“No,” you answered matter-of-factly.

“So the beater literally has nothing else to do than to hit it and then run?”

“I’m delighted you remembered, babe,” you sighed. “And he’s called batter, not beater.”

Murphy made an indignant sound. “Which is not logically comprehensible; he actually beats the ball.”

“And he does so with a bat,” you shot back with a laugh.

He rested his hand on your thigh and sighed as both of you turned your attention back to the game. Although he really tried to get as excited for the sport as you were, he just couldn’t deny the main problem with it. It just wasn’t Quidditch.

A collective roar went through the stadium as the beater – batter, Murphy corrected himself – collided with one of the basemen scattered around the pitch and both fell to the ground; one of them was covering his nose as blood started seeping from it.

As the medical teams jogged onto the field, a cheery song sounded from the speakers of the stadium.

“Now, my friends, let’s spread some love!” the announcer shouted excitedly into his microphone as the big screens littered around the pitch’s perimeter were suddenly covered in a shower of hearts. “It’s time for the kiss cam!”

One eyebrow raised, Murphy turned to you for an explanation, but it wasn’t really necessary. He quickly got the drift as he saw one couple after the other appearing on the big screen, each one kissing more passionately than the one before them to the whooping cheers of the crowd.

He blinked in confusion as his own enlarged features suddenly stared back at him, while you covered your face with your hands and groaned in exasperation. A grin spread across his face as he turned towards you and pried your hands away, looking deeply into your ocean blue eyes.

“Let’s give them a show, shall we?” he whispered smugly.

Before you could object, he had cupped your cheek with his hand and pulled you close, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the frenetic crowd cheered you on. He could taste the beer and lemonade you had been drinking on your lips and his heart started beating faster as heat spread inside his stomach. The blood had risen to your cheeks; you looked breath-taking with that blush only he could bring to your face and he had to fight the urge to pull you back to him for more.

Your eyes reluctantly tore away from his as the medics finished their work and the game continued; but Murphy was in no mood to concentrate on baseball anymore.

He wasn’t the only one whose body temperature had apparently risen considerably, though. You downed the remains of your drink in one go and held your cup under his nose.

“Want to get some more?”

Murphy nodded without a second thought and the two of you left your seats, heading away from the pitch. All the way over to the concession stands, you were raving about the game and how well your team was performing. He nodded absentmindedly every now and then, but wasn’t really listening. All he could do was staring at your perfect red lips and imagining how they would feel on his bare skin.

“Murphy?”

He snapped out of his not exactly innocent thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

“Were you even listening?” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically, “I got a little bit distracted.” His eyes swept over your curves he loved so much, even though the full beauty of them was hidden under your baggy jacket.

A devilish grin spread on your face. “Oh, I noticed,” you purred as you bent down to him to place another kiss on his lips, this one a lot hungrier than before.

“I don’t think I care for drinks anymore,” Murphy whispered hoarsely into your ears as you broke away from him. His eyes found the door of restroom with special accessibility they had passed before.

Your eyes followed him and your smile started to fade. “No way, babe,” you shook your head, “the restrooms are gross!”

Murphy wrapped his strong hands around your waist, nonetheless. “Not many people are allowed to use them,” he explained, “they’re typically not nearly as bad as the regular ones.”

You weren’t completely persuaded, but couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling building inside you at his firm grip on you; you could almost feel the electricity between you, even through the layers of your clothes.

“The game might be over anytime now, people will be coming down from their seats,” you tried one last time, but not with near as much objection as before.

To prove you wrong, the announcer called the new score; the other team had caught up.

It played into Murphy’s cards wonderfully. “If I remember my baseball lessons with this incredibly hot teacher correctly,” he smirked up at you, “this means we have one extra inning of incredibly tense gameplay ahead of us before anyone is going to miss us.”

Your eyebrows shot up but your smile widened as you looked your boyfriend up and down. “So you did pay attention to me.”

Murphy snorted at your words. “Of course I did; there’s nothing hotter than you getting excited about something.”

You bend down to him again and saw with satisfaction how goosebumps covered Murphy’s neck as you whispered into his ear. “Then let me show how excited I can really get.”

Without another word you turned around and started off into the direction of the restroom, your hips swaying with every step you took. You didn’t turn around to see if Murphy was following you; you knew he was.

He had been right; the restroom was surprisingly clean, absolutely not like you had expected. You were, however, past caring now.

As soon as Murphy had locked the door behind him, he whirled around to you, pulling you on his lap for a searing kiss. His forehead raised the visor of your cap and he broke contact with you to turn it around on your head so it faced backwards. As soon as he was done, his lips found yours again and you opened your mouth eagerly to welcome his tongue as it danced around your own.

You pulled on his lip teasingly as his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned your jacket and threw it into the far corner of  the room, both of your jerseys following shortly after. He grunted with pleasure as you bit down on the exposed muscles of shoulders.

His hands found their ways to your pants, and an audible gasp fell from your lips as he undid them and slid his hand into your panties, rubbing at your already soaking clit. You raised your hips to give him better access and grit your teeth as his other hand unclasped your bra, allowing his skilled tongue to dart over your hardened nipples.

You buried your face in his blond hair as he slid two fingers into you and hooked them slightly, massaging your sweet spot until it almost drove you insane. Your hips bucked into him and you didn’t even have the time to enjoy the feeling of him finger fucking you as you felt your orgasm build already. Your release washed over you in a wave of pleasure as you buried your face in his blonde hair, intoxicated by the smell of his hairspray and desire for you.

The considerable noise you made was drowned out by the roaring of the crowd but you couldn’t care less what the commentator was announcing. Your eyes drank in the sight of Murphy before you, his grey eyes fixed onto yours, as he stroked his hardened cock, ready to chase another high alongside you.

You hadn’t even recovered from the first one yet as he pulled you down on him, groaning in delight at how tight your walls felt around him. A moan of your own escaped your lips as you dipped your head back, your hair tickling the sensitive skin of your bare back, relishing how your man filled you completely.

The two of you were such a well-practised team, you needed no words to communicate. You moved in perfect unison to the familiar rhythm of Murphy’s thrust, both of your hearts racing like mad. The air was filled with nothing but the sound of your moans and heavy breathing, the occasional cheer from the crowd still watching the game wafting over to you.

But you didn’t notice any of it. Your world had reduced to Murphy and you and your joint hunt for your release. You felt the first traces your second orgasm but you sensed Murphy needing a few more thrusts to catch up with you. So you shifted your weight slightly to an angle you knew that was driving him crazy every time.

After a few more thrusts his breath got uneven and his eyes glazed over before he buried his face into your collarbones. You let yourself go as well and shuddered as both of your orgasms shook you to the core and you screamed Murphy’s name in sweet agony.

You stayed like this for a few moments, until your hearts had stopped racing and your breath began to calm down. Murphy raised his head, placed a tender kiss on your swollen lips and wiped away your smudged face paint before lifting you off him.

You grabbed your clothes and put them on again, before turning your cap around the proper way. With a big smile you tossed Murphy his own jersey.  

“So, what do you think of baseball now?” you laughed, as you watched his brawny chest disappear behind the fabric.

“I still think Quidditch is superior,” Murphy mused teasingly and winked at you. “But I sure don’t mind those extra innings.

[bangtanloverboys]

i’ve had no love like your love // knj

summary - Namjoon loves you for you; and he will help you no matter what

pairing - best friend!namjoon x transmale!reader

genre - fluff, angst; friends to lovers au

word count - 5.3k

warnings - gender dysphoria, unaccepting parents, homophobia, transphobia, use of the words dyke and faggot, transitioning, references to sex, referenced surgery, minor description of post op chest

author’s note - this is based off of personal knowledge of transitioning, what happens in this story may differ from someone else’s experience

You don’t know what you’d do without Kim Namjoon. He’s been your rock all throughout high school and is still there for you through college. You were the new kid at school and being the new kid came with all the attention of all the other students; being the shiny new toy for them, dropping in the middle of your sophmore year. After the first few weeks of school, the excitement of being the new kid died down, Namjoon was the only one that didn’t drop you and continued to be there for you.

Namjoon was there for you when you went through your first date, your first kiss, and your first time. That last one hitting you a bit differently than you might think. Hoseok was a nice guy and you really did enjoy going out with him, but soon as you started going further you couldn’t help but feel wrong. The while the way he touched you and the things he said did feel good in the moment, afterwards you felt. . .gross. After that night out, you immediately went to Namjoon’s house and cried into his arms for hours. At first, Namjoon wanted to kill Hoseok for causing you to cry but when you explained to him it was just the fact you felt personally gross afterwards and it was less him and more you he calmed down. You ended up just chalking it up to the stigma of guilting women who are free in their sexuality.

After Hoseok though, no one really seemed interested in dating you. Your family said it was because you started dressing like a man. Which wasn’t entirely wrong; the way you seemed to present didn’t stop guys completely avoiding you, but it wasn’t as many as before. You stopped dressing in feminine clothing and opted for more masculine things. Namjoon’s parents joked often that your new style mimicked a lot of what Namjoon wore: which consisted a lot of large sweaters (ironically enough were his, more often than not) and baggy pants.

 While Namjoon’s parents were okay with your style change, your own parents seemed to be concerned. They made comments about you hiding your quote-un-quote beautiful body behind ugly clothes. Despite the comments being said out of love, you couldn’t help but feel more hurt by the words. You didn’t like the way your body was shaping and the way the clothes you originally had framed your figure. You felt immensely more comfortable looking like a baggy box. 

Everything seemed to be doing okay until ‘Senior Ditch Day’. Namjoon and you along with everyone else in your class decided to hit the beach. All of your fellow classmates played in the water and goofed off, while you and Namjoon were at the shoreline digging around for crabs. You were minding your own business when all of a sudden a glob of wet sand hit you in the head, knocking you over. 

Namjoon called out to you and helped you back on to your feet. You watched his face as he glared behind you, you turned around just in time for another clump of wet sand to hit you directly in your chest. Looking up you saw it was about 3 other guys, all of whom were in your class.

Confused, you looked to Namjoon whose jaw was clenched, like he knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t until you heard the three guys yell “FAGGOT!” at you, while throwing more wet sand in your direction. 

You froze in place. Namjoon on the other hand, quickly took your hand and guided you over to the lifeguard to report them. 

Not once has anyone ever said anything like that to you, or at least you thought. While the lifeguard was talking to your classmates, Namjoon helped you get the sand from your hair and off of you (Thankfully the hit to the chest was easy to get off due to your decision to wear a shirt). As he helped, he confessed that there were rumors going around of you being gay. Apparently you dressing in baggy and masculine clothing and not showing off your body meant you weren’t interested in the opposite sex; and what set them off today was you wearing a swim trunks and a shirt instead of a bikini was the last straw and lead those boys to throw sand at you and call you slurs. 

The accusation of you being gay confused you though, you’ve never once thought of or tried to be romantic with a girl. Only guys. But to put it even more specifically Namjoon.

You slowly realized to yourself that you had feelings for Namjoon. Like an idiot, you kept your feelings to yourself and pretended you weren’t affected when girls would openly flirt with him right in front of you. Thankfully, Namjoon was clueless and didn’t always understand when those girls would suddenly walk away a bit frustrated. 

The following school day Namjoon pressured you to report them to the office because despite you not even being gay, it still put you at risk and was an attempted hate crime. But it was nearly the end of the year and you didn’t want any more drama than what was needed. So Namjoon shut his mouth but whenever the two of you passed by those guys again, you could feel the hatred radiate from his body as he glared at them.

The day of your graduation, you were verging on a panic attack. Your parents wanted you to wear something feminine under your gown so they surprised you with a floral patterned dress that admittedly was pretty, but soon as you put it on you wanted to scream and cry. You had to ditch your normal sports bra for a pushup, the underwire digging into your skin and the presence of your chest just made you want to scream and cry. The dress hugged your torso, showing off every curve of your body and you just wanted to throw up. Makeup was caked on your face and your hair felt heavy on your head.

This. This was the reason why you hated dressing feminine. You hated your body. It wasn’t the fact that you thought you looked ugly, you just hated looking- hated feeling feminine. More often than not, you’d just look at Namjoon along with any other guy and just have this craving of wanting to look like that. Broad shoulders, masculine features. It wasn’t purely fashion, it was looking like them.

A knock was on your door, with tears in your eyes you said “Come in” and the look on Namjoon’s face will haunt you for the rest of your life. He saw the look in your eyes, how uncomfortable you felt looking all dolled up. Immediately he pulled you into a hug and you just cried into his arms, completely disregarding the fact you’re probably ruining his nice shirt. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“J-just, I hate looking like this! I feel wrong!” You clung onto his shirt tighter as you sobbed. “I’m not happy!”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He pulled away from you, one of his large palms went to your face to wipe away your tears. “Do you want me to sneak you a change of clothes?”

You nodded and just like that, Namjoon was raiding your closet for your nice button up and trousers. He neatly folded them and put them in a spare backpack, alongside your pair of dark sneakers to replace the baby heels you were wearing.. You watched as he put the bag over his shoulder and took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He wiped away the remaining makeup off your face. Deeming you done, he took you downstairs where your parents were a bit upset that you took off the makeup before photos but they were happy nonetheless of you wearing the dress. When Namjoon was questioned about the backpack, he just said it was some stuff that he wanted to give to his teachers before the ceremony.

Soon as you arrived at the school to get ready for the ceremony, Namjoon tugged you in the direction of the bathrooms and gave you the backpack. You gave him a weak smile and slid into the bathroom and into a stall. You hung up the gown on the stall door before you peeled the dress off your body, quickly stuffing it into the backpack and pulled out the pants. You instantly sighed, feeling relieved to no longer be feeling trapped. With your belt fastened, you reached in and grabbed the sports bra. Squeezing your eyes shut, you took off the pushup bra and let it fall to the ground. Without making any fast movements, you pulled down the sports bra. You quickly grabbed the white dress shirt and buttoned it fast as you could. 

All traces of the dress that you wore were now in the backpack, save for the heels. Leaning against the wall, you removed the shoes and slid on the sneakers. You opened the stall door and took a good look at yourself in the mirror. This was you. Minus the hair though, you wanted your hair cut short for a while now but that was something your parents would never agree to while you lived in their house. Which made going away to college all the more reason to look forward to. You quickly undid the fancy braids your mother spent an hour on doing and tied it back into a ponytail.

The graduation ceremony went on as planned until the very end when your mom and dad say you were no longer wearing the dress they gave you. When you got home, you certainly got an earful from your mother about how upset they were at looking forward for their daughter to be dressed so nice. But each word just hits you with a ton of bricks, hurting you more and more. When they were done, you stood up and ran out the door to the Kim family household. 

There Namjoon just held you for a few hours while you cried. Soon enough the tears stopped flowing, and it was just the two of you in his room while his computer played ambient music. It was there that in your post breakdown state that you stare at Namjoon. Watching him as he watches you. Like a man with nothing left to lose, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

He freezes. 

You immediately want to curl up and die. You shouldn’t have done that. 

“Why did you do that?”

“It was nothing. . .ignore that. . .sorry.” You quickly shut your mouth and hide your face in his chest.

“Look at me.” You followed his instruction and the look in his eyes was pleading. “Please don’t mess with my feelings. I don’t know if I can take another heartbreak.”

“Feelings?” You asked him.

“Yes, feelings. . . I know this probably isn’t the right time but I like you. I have for a while now. I just never said anything because you never seemed interested in me.” In the dim lighting of his room, you can tell his cheeks are red and you slap him on the chest. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“You idiot, I like you too!” You watched as the look on his face transformed from confusion to one of love, pure and absolute love. 

He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Then, you wouldn’t mind going on a date then?”

“I’d love that!”

So the two of you date, thank goodness the both of you got into the same university so when school started it made the transition easier. 

One of the first things you told Namjoon you wanted to do as soon as you moved out and into the dorms, was cut your hair short. With your loyal boyfriend in tow, you made your way to a hair salon where you showed her a picture of a short hair style you like and while the stylist is hesitant to cut off your “long beautiful hair”, she eventually got around her hesitation with a large tip from Namjoon’s pocket. 

With your new look, you felt happier than ever. But didn’t mean you didn’t elicit some stares from other people as you held hands and shared small kisses; because before certain people would stare at you for dressing like a guy. But now admittedly, you look like a guy and you’re sharing public displays of affection with another guy. But it was whatever, you and Namjoon loved each other and that’s what mattered.

However when you came back for winter break, you were met with scrutiny by your family. They said you were a disappointment and that “No daughter of theirs will be a dyke.” The insult had your head reeling. At home, you were seen as a lesbian even though you were in fact dating a man. But at college, you were seen as a gay man, but you weren’t. . . were you? 

You were glad that you decided to stay with Namjoon and his family over the break because you knew you wouldn't have lasted at your parents’ home, especially after the greeting they gave you.

You sat on the bed as you watched Namjoon sit at his computer and type away, working on an assignment for the winter semester no doubt. You watched him and the more you watched him, the more features you realized you wanted to have. His jawline, his large hands, his height. Everything you wanted, he had. You loved him for each and every one of those things, yet you couldn’t help but also want those parts on your body. 

You remember looking up what was wrong with you a few times in high school and each time you searched it you got the same answer: transgender. But you denied it, you pushed yourself away from that answer. That couldn’t be it. It couldn’t. You were just having some insecurity issues, that’s all. But as the more time passed, the more you realized. Maybe you weren’t a girl. Maybe you were-

“I’m a guy.” You blurted out.

Namjoon stopped typing and turned to look at you. “What did you say, baby?”

“I-I’m a guy.” You felt tears prick at your eyes again. “Everyone keeps calling me a girl and I’m not.” Your voice starts to waver as you pull your legs in close and hug them. 

Namjoon just sits there and stares at you, taking in the information. He had his suspicions but with you actually saying it, really made it real. With the initial shock gone, he’s by your side in a moment. His arms wrap around you and pull you onto his lap. “Shh, it’s okay.” he tells you as he traces mindless patterns along your arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just, I can’t take it any longer! I tried to deny it but it just hurt me even more! I’m sorry!” You cried loudly into his shoulder, once the tears started they couldn’t stop. 

“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Namjoon pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s alright baby, I’m here for you.”

You cried, and cried, until you eventually passed out from exhaustion from crying so much. You woke up with eyes crusted shut and an empty bed. Rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you saw that Namjoon was back on his computer, busy at work. 

“Are you finishing your homework?” You ask, voice groggy from the combination of the sobbing and sleep.

“Hmm? Oh, no. This is research.” He answered.

“Research for. . . ?”

“Research for you,” he turned in his chair to face you. “I’m gonna help you find resources for you to use when we get back to the university.”

You blink at him. While you knew in your heart your Joonie would accept you, you never knew it would be to this degree. But on top of that, the news that your girlfriend is actually your boyfriend usually is pretty startling.

“So. . .” You start.

“So. . . ?” Namjoon echoed, confused by your state.

“You’re not going to break up with me?” The question has Namjoon’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline. 

“Why would I break up with you?!” He’s absolutely shocked that you’d even say such a thing.

“I don’t know. . . you’ve never shown an interest in guys so the fact your girlfriend is actually-”

“Baby, don’t. I love you for you. Your body doesn’t matter to me, you do.” He reaches out and cups your cheek. “I will be the best boyfriend for you. No matter what.”

And thus your transition began. The entire rest of winter break, the two of you did research on healthcare, legal processes, and looked up quite a fair share of stories that other transgender folk shared online that really helped solidify a plan. 

Firstly, Namjoon ordered you a binder. In his words they were the safest ways of binding your chest to look flat. Which was something you desperately wanted, despite the fact you wore sports bras all day everyday, they still showed bits of support that you did not want or need. 

Then he helped you find a transgender group to join and talk to, as well as a therapist that’ll help with your trasnition and your own mental health (“I don’t know the best ways to help you, I can learn, but I’m not going to be able to fully understand. So I found these people for you to help in areas I know I can’t help”).

All that mattered now was a name. Your birth name wasn’t going to cut it anymore. You needed a new name. You looked through shows and books, hell, even baby name sites. Namjoon gave you the idea to test out new names at coffee shops to try and get the hang of it but no name suited you until. 

“Y/N.” You said to Namjoon the day before classes were due to start. 

“Y/N . . .” he mused for a second, trying the name out on his tongue. “I like it, it suits you.”

You gave him a big smile and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Anytime. Remember to email the school and your therapist about it!” He instructed, looking at your sternly. 

“Okay, dad!” You rolled your eyes sarcastically at him.

“Oooh, don’t use that tone of voice with me young man!” Namjoon playfully scolded as you walked away from him.

After a few months of this, your therapist asked you about starting testosterone. Immediately you said yes and your therapist gave you a few instructions on what to do and who to call. The next day you were getting your blood drawn, and a few days later getting your first injection. When you walked back out into the waiting room where Namjoon sat patiently, when he saw the look on your face he stood up and picked you up, hugging you tightly. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear. 

Not soon after, the two of you file some paperwork to get a court date for your legal name and gender change. Took a few months of your savings to get it done but soon enough, you had a court date and a few weeks later, the court order. 

With summer vacation coming along soon, and you not wanting to go back with your parents. You and Namjoon start looking around for an apartment to share. It takes a couple tries but soon enough, the two of you find a perfect place and sign the lease as soon as you possibly can. 

At first, your apartment is just some free roadside furniture (all of it being thoroughly cleaned before entering the apartment), your desks, and a bed on the floor of your shared bedroom. Slowly as the summer continues, Namjoon’s parents help with setting you up with kitchenware and a bedroom set, alongside a TV for the two of you. You were very grateful for Namjoon’s parents to be so accepting of you both.

One day on your way home from work, you ran into your-

“Mom?” You called out to her, what was she doing outside your apartment building?

She turned around and instantly her face fell into confusion. She called out your deadname and you visibly flinched. “Darling, what are you doing? Why are you still dressing up like a boy?”

Biting your tongue, you ignore her question and ask what she’s doing here.

“Well, I came looking for you! I wanted to see how well my daughter is doing, see if she’s looking like a girl again, but I guess not.” She sighed, “I only want what’s best for you darling. And dressing like a boy and liking girls isn’t what’s best for you.”

“Mom. I don’t like girls, I like boys.” You try your best to hold back from yelling at her in public. “I’ve never once said that I liked girls or looked at girls that way. Stop assuming things about me by the way I dress, because you are far from correct.”

She simply narrowed her eyes at you. “Are you still with Namjoon or should I tell him you’re cheating on him?”

“Excuse me, what?!” You’re completely baffled by her statement. “Mom, what are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone else besides Namjoon. I love Namjoon?”

“Are you sure you didn’t get married on the side? Because whenever I look up your name all that pops up is a Y/N court date with our last name attached to it.” She raised her eyebrow accusingly. 

“Y/N isn’t a new man. Y/N is me. Congratulations, mom. You have a son! And he’s gay. Now leave me alone!” You roll your eyes and start for the inside, to get away from your mother once and for all. 

“WHAT!?” You hear your mother yell as she storms after you. “Young lady you listen to me! You are no such thing! I won’t have it! Not in my family!”

You could feel the oncoming stares from around you. Great, she was causing a scene. “Then I guess, I’m not in your family.” You state before walking into your building, you quickly make your way over to the elevator and hold yourself in the corner as you wait for the doors to close. While you’ve distanced yourself from your family long enough, it still hurt when you now declared yourself to the entire world that you were no longer a part of their family. 

You were surprised at the fact you weren’t bursting into tears yet, maybe it was because all the past few months of therapy made it worth it or maybe it was just the testosterone. Either way, you must’ve looked mentally drained from the event as you opened the door to Namjoon asking if you were alright. After a brief recollection of the event, he gave you a quick hug. Pressing a quick kiss to your head, promising that no matter what you’re his family now. 

You were getting to that point in your transition when you hit the three Hs. Hot, hungry, and horny. The amount of cold showers you’ve taken just to soothe your aching body from the internal heat from within is astronomical. No matter how many layers you take off, you’re still boiling. It’s when Namjoon sees you on your back, completely naked spare a towel over your chest and boxers, is when he gets concerned. He buys ice packs, ice cream, and a couple fans to help cool you down when you suddenly feel like tearing off all your clothes. 

Hungry, you’ll feel as if your stomach is a blackhole and you’ll eat almost all the food in the kitchen. Namjoon’s learned to deal with it by keeping most of the snacks on high shelves, he’ll let you have free reign over whatever is in the fridge that you have to make but for regular snacks? Never let you near those unsupervised. He’s not gonna ever let go of the fact you ate all his hot cheetos in one sitting while he was out at work.

Horny was nothing new for you, you and Namjoon kept a fairly active sex life but now you were nearly unsatiably horny. You could jack off and fall asleep, only to have a sex dream and wake up even more hornier the following day. One time on your day off, you swear you spent the entire day jacking off and even when Namjoon got home, you knew you could go another few rounds. He never judged you though; even when your voice cracked when you moaned, your bottom growth, or even just getting hairier, he was there for you. No matter what the change your body went through, he was still the same man during sex.

Speaking of being there for you, this was a time when you really needed him because you apparently missed a call from your therapist about your top surgery letter. Around the time of your legal name change, your therapist asked you if you were ready for top surgery because by now you definitely qualified with your diagnosis of gender dysphoria. 

You wished Namjoon could be here, but he was out getting groceries so that just left you alone to call your therapist back. You held your breath as you heard the dial tone, after what felt like forever, your therapist picked up. What you heard, blew your mind. 

Namjoon came home that night to you bouncing up and down on the couch, squealing like a happy camper. When he asked you what was up, all you had to say was: “September.”

“No!”

“Yes! I’m getting top surgery in a matter of months!” You yelled, to which Namjoon dropped the groceries and picked you up and spun you around. 

“Baby boy, I’m so happy for you!” He cheered as the two of you spun around the apartment and fell over onto the couch. “Is this cause for celebration?” You could feel his arms trace alongside your body, he had that look in his eye. The look that had your knees buckling and your heart racing. 

“Yes I believe it is.” You muttered as you placed your hand on his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands went straight for your thighs, a safe place for him to put them. Slowly the kiss got more and more heated, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he grabbed your ass. You chuckled as he pulled your body on to his lap, he pulled away from the kiss to press more kisses down your neck and jawline. “Bedroom, now.” With that, he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, spending a lot of time making noise complaints for your neighbors. 

Soon enough, you met with your surgeon and selected a date in September as well as a type of procedure to settle on. Luckily enough, you won’t be needing drains so the issue of dealing with them has been eliminated. 

When school started up again, you made all your professors well aware of what would be going on in a few weeks so they made some quick accommodations for you and soon enough, the date arrived. 

Thankfully, you were able to have Namjoon wait with you in the waiting room and in the pre-op room. The nurses were very nice about your I.V.s and made sure you were the most comfortable you could be. When your surgeon came over and had to draw the procedure lines, Namjoon held your hand as the doctor drew over your chest. But it was all worth it because only hours later, you were in the operation room. 

Being under anesthetic is weird because one second you’re awake then you blink and you’re done. You woke up with Namjoon right beside you holding your hand, with tears in his eyes. 

“Done?”

“It’s done, baby. It’s done. We can go home soon. Just go back to sleep.” He whispered and again you were out like a light. Only to be woken up a bit later to be discharged from the hospital. With a post-surgery binder wrapped tightly around you, dressed in sweats and a flannel, you were in Namjoon’s car ready to go. You listened faintly to Namjoon’s conversation with the nurse about your pain medication and about seeing the surgeon again a week later. 

You don’t quite remember much of the drive back from the hospital, probably because you were on and off asleep the whole time but the next thing you know, Namjoon is waking you up in the parking garage. 

It takes quite a bit of effort for Namjoon to even get you out of the car, a lot of promises of ice cream and cuddles is what fully convinces you to become somewhat conscious as he helps you get from the car to your apartment. It takes a good while, but soon as you’re in, you both let out a sigh of relief. 

“Home sweet home.” Namjoon said as he led you over to the couch, “Do you want anything, Y/N? Juice? Water? Snack?”

“Hmmm, wan’ you, Joonie.” You raised your arms at your elbows and made grabby hands, which got a good chuckle out of him.

“Baby boy, you wanna go back to sleep?” He asked you, ruffling your hair. You give a nod and he just sighs. He helps you back up to your feet and leads you to the bedroom where he lays you carefully on your back. 

“Cuddle me, Joonie,” you muttered and Namjoon just sighs, giving into your half asleep antics to cuddle. He lays down on the other side of you, putting a hand over your stomach and kissing the side of your face. You fall asleep soon after that and Namjoon quickly follows.

By the time he wakes up however, you are nowhere to be seen and that sends a world of concern around him. You can’t reach very high, what if you tried grabbing the good snacks from the top shelf and pulled a stitch? What if you were still loopy and walked right out the front door? What if-

Namjoon’s concerns are quickly thrown out the door when he hears sniffling coming from the bathroom door. Jumping to his feet, he opens the door to see you with teary eyes for the first time since you’ve started testosterone. He looks down and sees you removed the post-surgery binder and pulled back the wrappings to see the fresh thin scars that go across your chest. He looks back up to you and you’re full on crying now, “I-I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m just so happy.”

The look in your eyes says it all. He sees a look in your eyes that he barely recognizes in the past 5 years he’s known you. It’s the look of pure and unadulterated happiness. Sure he’s seen you happy, but never something like this. Namjoon starts to feel the tears prickle in his eyes and he hears you laugh at him. 

“Shut up, I’m happy for you alright.” He quickly tries to wipe the evidence of tears from his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You laughed at him and just continued to look at yourself in the mirror, your hand barely ghosting over your chest. Right now it looks battered and bruised, your nipples also don’t look too great at the moment. But that will all heal and go away soon. You finally felt like yourself more than ever. 

Namjoon just watched you from the door frame. He watched as you laughed still in disbelief that you can finally be comfortable in your own body. The ring he bought a few months ago is currently burning a hole in his jeans, but now is not that moment. Right now, it’s your moment. A moment for you to finally love yourself.

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It says asks are closed, but your recent post said they're open? If they are closed, that's fine, sorry to bother. Love your stuff btw! What if LL crew were temporarily turned human. The human liason helps them adjust (even if this is just for a while-they hope) and since it's Christmas, they decide to make everyone a traditional Christmas dinner (or as close to it as they can...) Who actually helps in the kitchen, who's more of a hindrance, and who sneaks food when they think no one's looking?

Transformers MTMTE/LL Reader Insert – For Just One Day

A/N – This one was tricky, trying to fit everyone in.

Warnings – Very Mild NSFW

Rating – T

It started with a stupid bet that the crew wouldn’t last a day as humans. To be honest, you forgot even making the bet with Brainstorm, but apparently those were your exact words, and now he hadn’t just turned himself human, but the entirety of the Lost Light. Fortunately, the effects of Brainstorm’s device were only going to last a day. Unfortunately, the day it took place was Christmas. Now, you not only had a million questions to answer about being human, but you also had to cook a Christmas dinner for everyone because Swerve had given the idea to Rodimus and it had spread like wildfire.

“Okay,” You said, tying back your hair and putting on an apron, mildly anxious now that everyone was looking to you for a Christmas feast. “I’m going to need help in the kitchen, if anyone will volunteer.”

Ultra Magnus nodded. He had just finished making a pamphlet for the bots who were struggling with their humanity. “I shall organise a cooking party,” he said, and with that, he was organising groups of bots who had volunteered into those willing to cook meat and those who weren’t.

Soon, you were left with a group of around thirty volunteers, looking to you for instructions. Among them were Rung, Ten, Swerve, Nautica and Cyclonus. You started by showing the group how to prepare the vegetables, setting off a production line. Rung was very attentive to his carrots, though having more experience on model ships, he was paying far too much attention to detail and was very slow with his work. Upon watching Ten, who was much faster, you decided to partner the two up to make up for Rung’s lack of speed.

Whilst trying to give instructions to some other bots, you found Swerve watching you dreamily, rather than preparing his items. When you went over to him, he blushed and started talking a million miles an hour, soon becoming more of a hindrance than a help, though you humoured him, since it came from a good place.

“You can keep yapping, as long as you get back to work, instead of staring at me,” You winked.

Swerve, feeling suddenly very nervous looked around for something to distract you, although it was too late for you not to have noticed his blatant ogling. “Ugh, I- I- I- FLOUR FIGHT!”

He threw a fistful of flour at your face. You coughed and spluttered, raising a bemused eyebrow once you were okay.

“I-Uh-I-” Swerve babbled, wondering why he hadn’t just got back to work when you had called him out.

“I’ll let that one go, but I’m gonna get you back later,” You deadpanned, smiling only when your back was turned and he couldn’t see you; it would be fun to watch him panic for a while.

You walked on, stopping when you found Nautica stirring an empty pot, whilst watching Brainstorm and Perceptor dreamily. You had a feeling that she had volunteered for the cooking before she realised that they were going to be running various experiments on the now-human crew. You stopped to look at the pair of arguing scientists.

“It is not a contest,” Perceptor sniffed drily.

Brainstorm wrapped an arm around him, “Everything is a contest, Percy. If it wasn’t, existence would be futile. So, you in or not?”

“Most definitely not. I am here to research the human mechanics that you have so hastily created, not compete over who can do the most experiments before the day is up.”

“Ah, classic Percy, that’s the fighting talk I love. We’ll tally the scores at sundown.”

Turning your attention back to Nautica, you knew she wouldn’t abandon the work she had promised to do, even if she didn’t realise that she wasn’t actually doing it.

“You should go with them,” You told her.

“Hm? Me? Oh, no, I couldn’t. I’m supposed to be here,” Nautica smiled bashfully when she realised that she had been stirring the wrong pot and the cocktail sauce was still just a batch of raw ingredients.

“Nautica, you’re supposed to be having a good time. Go nuts, run some experiments. Christmas is all about having fun, after all.”

Nautica chewed her lip, considering it.

You pushed her towards the exit, “Go!”

With that, Nautica gave you a quick hug and ran excitedly out, leaving you to get back to checking on everybody else. On her way out, you saw Megatron standing awkwardly in the doorway. From the disturbed look on his face, it occurred to you that nobody had told him what was going on and he had only just figured it out upon seeing everyone else.

You approached him, “Hey Megatron… It was Brainstorm-”

“So I gathered,” He replied gruffly. “Please can you inform me how long this is to last.”

“Around twenty-four hours.”

“I see. Then I shall remain in my hab-suite until it is over.”

“Wait,” You grabbed his arm. “We’re um, celebrating a human holiday, if you want to join us.”

“Please (Y/N), do not pity me. You know I have no place among my peers during celebrations.”

“Megatron, I will only pity you if you leave. Come on, you should be among your friends, and don’t say you don’t have any ‘cos that is utter rubbish. So, as your friend, I am ordering you to get over to your other friend, Rung and help him with those potatoes.”

Megatron stared at you, dumbfounded. If he didn’t have so much respect for you, he would have left to hide away until this was all over. As it was, he simply nodded and joined Rung, who immediately struck up a friendly conversation.

‘Right,’ You thought to yourself, ready to get back to work until you saw Tailgate hanging out near Cyclonus, about to pop some raw bacon in his mouth.

“NO,” You ran over picking him up. “PUT THE BACON DOWN.”

“WHAT? WHY?” Tailgate whined. “You didn’t yell at Ravage when he stole the eggnog.”

“He did what?” Sure enough, when you looked around, the eggnog was gone without a trace; how Tailgate had seen him take it was beyond you.

“(Y/N), I just wanna taste Cyclonus’ cooking. Pleeeeeease.”

“Tailgate, I get that you’re excited, but Cyclonus is on meat duty, ‘kay. Meat can make humans really, really sick if we eat it raw. I’m just doing this so you don’t get ill. So, I’ll say it again. Put the bacon down.”

“Do as (s)he says,” Cyclonus added, without even looking up from his cooking station.

Huffily, Tailgate put the bacon back onto the counter and you let him go. “If you want everything so perfect, you better check the dessert station,” he huffed.

You were puzzled for a moment, but you decided to do what he said, heading over to the dessert section.

“Oh, come on,” You groaned, upon seeing Rodimus remoulding all the gingerbread men into gingerbread Rodimus stars.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Rodimus grinned, trying to hide his artwork behind his back. You had been far too occupied to notice, but Rodimus had already been kicked out of the kitchen by various other members of the crew no less than seven times for causing havoc wherever he went. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to be kicked out again; it was getting harder and harder to sneak back in.

“Really? You couldn’t leave the gingerbread men alone?”

“(Y/N),” Rodimus put a hand over his heart. “I, for one, am disgusted that you would allow us to take part in an act that encourages cannibalism. I mean, eating fake humans is the first step towards eating real humans, and I will not stand for it.”

“Ugh, where the hell is the dessert team?” You asked frustratedly, looking around for any sane bot.

“Oh, them? Well, they chased after Riptide who stole all those little pastry things to eat. Then when they came back, Rewind and Chromedome had stolen all the chocolate.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They heard something about chocolate being an aphrodisiac, so they took it and went away to canoodle.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then Drift came to try some stuff.”

“Drift, really?” You said, surprise colouring your tone.

“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you, but he has kind of a thing about watching organics eat, so he stole some food to get into his kink state. Anyway, that was when the dessert team abandoned base and went to play twister. By the way, super-fun game. Anyway, that brings us to this point, when I’m your only hope for saving dessert, thus saving Christmas.”

You rubbed the back of your neck tiredly, “Fine… Do whatever the hell you want to the gingerbread. Just make sure to cook it afterwards. I left the instructions on the datapad there.”

“You got it,” Rodimus winked. “This is gonna be the best dessert ever.”

Finally, you were free to get back to work, and with only a few more problems, dinner was served. You and a few others volunteered to take food to those who had decided to quarantine themselves. Your first stop was Whirl’s hab-suite. Quite frankly, you were surprised that Whirl hadn’t come out to make mischief when everything started.

You knocked on his door, “Whirl, sweetie, you in there?”

“GO AWAY, MEATBAG!” He roared from inside.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I SAID GET LOST. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE WHILE I’M LIKE THIS.”

You didn’t really understand what Whirl’s problem was, so you just left the food outside his door, telling him what you had done before leaving. Whirl didn’t go to collect the food. How could he, when he had a problem of this nature? As it turned out, something had gone wrong with Whirl’s transformation, so instead of his usual holoform, he looked entirely different. He was a grown man in a leather jacket, with fairly good looks. The problem was that without his interface panel or his usual feminine form, he couldn’t hide his arousal for you. As such, he had vowed not to come out until everything was back to normal.

Where others were saying Merry Christmas, all Whirl could think was ‘Bah, humbug.’

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